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Chapter 4: The Point Of No Return

"I'm sorry but we have to stop seeing each other, okay. Why? Because, because I have to kill you that's why. Smooth."

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Cole's P.O.V

I'd already tried breaking up with Phoebe, but it hadn't worked. Nevertheless after last night's visit from the Triad member I had planned on trying again. It was going to have to end soon, one way or another, and it would be better for Phoebe if she didn't find out who I was when we were still seeing each other. I really did plan on breaking up with her then, using different wording than in my head of course. But I had a brainwave; I thought of a way to kill the Charmed One's. I told myself that I couldn't break up with Phoebe because I had to sort out my plan, but that was just an excuse. I just couldn't do it. I loved her and my human half wouldn't let me let her go.

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"You know, for someone about to score one of the biggest victories in centuries, you don't seem very happy about it."

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Cole's P.O.V

That's what Andras, the demon of rage said to me. And he was right. I was breaking up inside; at war with myself. My human half was screaming at me not to hurt Phoebe; my demon half was telling me to sit back and enjoy the show. I had set the Charmed Ones up to be infected with rage and now they were going to destroy themselves and give me the victory evil had been waiting for. But guess what; I couldn't go through with it.

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"I was just so angry and I said such horrible things to them and I-I-I didn't really mean any of it." sobbed Phoebe. Cole touched her shoulder sympathetically, his face marred with guilt. Phoebe turned around and hugged him. "I'm sorry." she whispered.

"Please. Let me get you a tissue." Cole extracted himself from Phoebe's grasp and grabbed a tissue for her, "Here."

Cole led Phoebe over to the sofa and sat her down with her back to his alter. Cole walked slowly over to it.

"The things that were said, I don't even know where they were coming from…" continued Phoebe, upset. Cole opened the door of his altar, glancing up as Phoebe shared her heart. "…I mean, I guess it was issues, you know…" Cole reached in the altar and pulled out a dagger. "…that were never really dealt with and then, all of a sudden, just exploded."

"Nothing ever happen like that before?" asked Cole, trying to be calm. Behind Phoebe's back he closed the alter door quietly.

"Oh, no, not like that. I mean, we used to fight all the time when we were little, you know…" Cole started walking back towards Phoebe holding the knife in front of him. "…But since we moved in together, we just, we got really close, you know…" Cole put the knife in his belt and sat down beside Phoebe. "…We have been through so much together." Phoebe looked up and reached out to touch Cole's face. "Thank you for listening to me and thank you for being there for me." she finished sincerely.

Phoebe reached up to kiss Cole. Cole reached down and pulled the knife out of his belt. He raised it high in the air. Suddenly, changing his mind he lowered it and hid it in the cushions on the sofa. Cole pulled back guiltily.

"I can't. I can't." he whispered

"What do you mean?" asked Phoebe.

Cole stood up. "Phoebe, you need to go home. Now." he stated abruptly

"What? Why?" replied Phoebe, hurt and surprised, also standing up.

"Because you're vulnerable right now. I know we shouldn't do this. You need to go home. You need to go and figure out what happened."

Phoebe managed a slight smile, "You're right. I do." she admitted.

They walk to the door together. "Thank you." she repeated. She kissed Cole goodbye just as Andras appeared behind them. Cole caught his eye and replied "You're welcome." to Phoebe, steering her out the door without her seeing Andras.

"So the rumours are true. You've fallen for a witch." sneered Andras as soon as Phoebe had left.

"What are you doing here? Get out!" demanded Cole.

"The great Belthazor. Who would've ever thought…" taunted Andras. Cole walked over to the sofa and carefully picked the knife up without Andras noticing. "…I can hardly wait to see what the triad will do when I tell them you failed."

"I will kill you before you ever get the chance." promised Cole ominously

"Yeah? Then you really are a traitor, aren't you?" accused Andras.

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Phoebe's P.O.V

I thought then that Cole had been the one to get me through that. And maybe he had been. But the fact still remains that it was him who set us up in the first place. He used me to make me and my sisters angry enough to use magic on each other, leaving us vulnerable to attack. Is the fact that he helped me in the end enough to cancel out his guilt in setting it up? I thought it was. When I found out the truth I wanted to believe that it was, well after I had accepted who he was I wanted to believe it. Now I'm not so sure.

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Cole's P.O.V

Like I said, I couldn't go through with it. Seeing Phoebe so broken hearted over her argument with her sisters broke my heart too. I told her to go back to her sisters and make it up with them. A traitor, Andras called me. Maybe he was right. I was betraying the source. But it felt so right. Doing the right thing felt good; it made me feel so guilty but it made me feel worth something too. In the brief moment when Phoebe was leaving, before I saw Andras, I thought about telling her; telling her who I was. After Andras possessed me though, I knew I couldn't. Phoebe and her sisters would never believe that it wasn't really me then. Anyway, after that I had more imminent problems, like facing the Triad.

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"I warned you, Belthazor. I warned you what would what happen if you failed us." snarled the first Triad member.

"He's done more than fail us. He's betrayed us. You've betrayed the source." spat the second ominously.

"He's showed sympathy to the witches." agreed the third disgustedly.

"And squandered a golden opportunity." finished the first. He stretched out a hand in front of him and formed a spinning fireball. "You are allowed one final statement." he pronounced callously.

"I've got nothing to say." replied Cole quietly, "Except..."

Suddenly Cole pulled out a knife and threw it at the first Triad member, vanquishing him. Retaliating, the second threw a fireball at Cole but Cole shimmered out and it missed him. Cole reappeared behind the third and coldly snapped his neck. Before the second could react Cole lashed out his hand sending a lightning bolt at him. Breathing heavily, Cole watched as the last member of the triad was engulfed in flames. In the darkness and silence of the cave, Cole threw back his head and yelled.

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Cole's P.O.V

I did it instinctively; it was kill or be killed; my frustration overflowed and gave me an edge over the Triad. It wasn't until after that I realised what I had done. I had killed the Triad. I would be a fugitive with a bounty on my head. The Source would want me dead. I had been one of his right hand men and I had betrayed him. I had to leave. I had to go, now. Hide, so no-one could find me. But I couldn't. I was injured and it was slowly taking the life of my human half. But deep down I knew I couldn't leave Phoebe behind. I couldn't just walk away. All that I had done, I had done because of her. My love for her had driven me tokill the Triad. She was all I had left.