Chapter Fourteen: Going at it Alone

The next morning, as Paige was walking down the stairs to get to the kitchen, Paris stood in front of her. "We have to tell Phoebe about Cole," Paris said quickly, before Paige could tell her to move out of the way.

Paige sighed and put her hand on Paris' shoulder. "We can't, Paris," she replied.

"What? But he's evil, Paige! He's the Source! What if he tries to kill Phoebe? What if he tries to kill us?" Paris asked in confusion.

"Phoebe would never forgive us if we started accusing Cole of being the Source again. Do you not remember what happened yesterday? You almost died!" Paige replied. Paris shook her head.

"Wouldn't you rather she got angry than got killed by her evil fiancé?" Paris asked desperately.

"Paris," Paige started quietly. "If we try and tell Phoebe what we saw – that Cole tried to kill you – then we'll all just start arguing again and we might lose our powers. Do you want that to happen?" she asked.

"If it means we can eventually vanquish Cole, then yes," Paris insisted.

Paige shook her head and walked past Paris on the stairs. "I'm sorry, Paris, but I can't tell her until I know we can prove it,"

"We can. We can cast the Hearing Thoughts Spell and hear him thinking about how he's the Source. Like I did!" Paris tried. Paige walked down another step. "Paige, come on. This is for the greater good! Isn't that more important than Phoebe's feelings?"

"It's not just Phoebe's feelings. If we accuse Cole of being The Source, we could break the Power of Four again," Paige replied.

"But Prue said –" Paris started.

"Prue isn't here, Paris. Prue's dead," Paige cut in before Paris could finish her sentence. Paris stared at her sister in disbelief.

"I'll tell Phoebe myself then," she muttered; turning on her heel to rush up to Phoebe's room.

"Paris, no," Paige ordered. "Help me prove that Cole's evil and we can tell her together, okay?" she suggested. Paris thought about it for a few seconds, and then nodded. Paige breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay. Good. Meet me in the attic after breakfast and we'll think of a way to get that bastard to show his true colours," Paris smiled and nodded. Then she ran up to the attic to start looking through the Book.

After a while, Paris got bored of looking, and started writing her own spell. A powerful spell that she could use to vanquish Cole herself. She finally came up with something, and then made up a spell to summon Cole.

He appeared in a whirl of white lights; looking very confused. And then, without saying anything, Paris started to chant her spell.

"Prudence, Penelope, Patricia
Astrid, Helena, Laura and Grace
Halliwell witches stand strong beside me
Vanquish this evil from time and space."

There was a massive explosion, and then, Paris fell to the floor. She was unconscious. Cole wasn't vanquished. The spell she had made up was too powerful to say just by herself.

Cole chuckled to himself. "Stupid girl," he muttered with a smile. He swept his hand over Paris' body and she disappeared.