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Always Piper: In answer to your question, yes--they do know of Cole's demonic half.
PART SIX: "Not Again"
Within a matter of seconds of leaving the club, Cole reappeared in the foyer of the Manor, his unconscious love carefully resting in his arms. He rapidly flicked his gaze around the room--it appeared as if there were nobody even home. Where the hell is everybody? At the top of his lungs, he called out, "Leo?! Prue?! Somebody?!!! Get here quick!"
No! Why isn't anyone appearing? The half-demon was now totally panicked. This is not good. Not at all. Where is everyone? My love is getting colder! No! She won't last much longer! And I can't last without her! Even louder now, even more desperately, he screamed, "HELP! SOMEONE! HELP! NOW!" Oh, Lucifer, please! Someone's GOT to be around!
There. That's the last one. Smiling to herself, Prue hung up the last of the pictures to dry and then set about getting her equipment and supplies cleaned up and put away. She was blissfully lost in her own little world until the sound of yelling broke her out of her daydream. What the hell is going on? I thought I was alone!
With an exasperated sigh, she set the last bottle of chemicals on the shelf, shut off the lights, and headed up the stairs to investigate. About halfway up, she clearly heard Leo's name and then hers being called...by Cole? Wonderful. Just abso-freakin-loutely wonderful. Next to Phoebe, that half-demon is totally the last person I want to see at the moment. She momentarily contemplated turning back around and pretending like she didn't hear a thing. As good an idea as that sounded, she decided against it. "Better go see what he wants," she muttered while trudging up the stairs to the kitchen. "The sooner I find out, the sooner he can get the hell outta here before I send his sorry ass flying into a wall."
Still fuming over the fact that she was disturbed--and by Cole, no less, she speed-walked her way through the kitchen and towards the foyer. He better have a damn good reason for being here.
Rounding the corner from the dining room and entering the foyer, she came face-to-face with one of the two people she really would've rather not seen at that moment and wasted no time in finding out some answers. Arms crossed across her chest, she demanded, "Why are you here, and what the hell do you--"
That was when she noticed what he held in his arms. And what she saw rapidly shocked her back into reality. Oh my God. Phoebe! The color drained from her face and all her anger was instantly shoved aside as she wasted no time in sprinting over to her baby sister's battered and bloody body. "Phoebe!" she screamed as she grabbed her from him and fell to her knees, cradling her on her lap. OH, NO. Not Again. And not today of all days! "Cole! What happened to her?! Did you have something to do with this? Because if you did, I swear..." But before he could open his mouth, she cut him off. "Never mind. There'll be plenty of time for answers later. Right now I've gotta get Leo here 'cause I'll be damned if I'm losing another sister." Yeah, her free-spiritedness and utter lack of responsibility annoy the freaking daylights out of me at times, but I can't fathom losing her too. That would just be too much. I promised to protect her, too.
Taking her eyes off of her for just a second, she looked up to the ceiling. "LEO!" she called out loudly, a note of panic in my voice. Precious seconds passed and he didn't appear, so she called out again, even louder and more panicked this time. "LEO!!" Where is that guy?! Tears started to fill her eyes as she tenderly stroked the top of her head and held her close. "Don't leave me, baby girl. Please don't leave me." she pled as the tears rolled down her face in rivers. "Come on, Phoebs, stay with me here. You're strong, baby girl. You can fight it." God, NO. This cannot be happening!! This is not happening!! It's like a never-ending nightmare. One that I just can't seem to wake up from. "LEO!!! Get your whitelighter ass down here NOW!! We need you!!" Please, God, don't let the last words I ever speak to her be words that were said in hurt and anger.
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