A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I just got the idea in my head about five minutes before I started and didn't know if I wanted to continue but now I have been inspired to do more.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these character/settings
Chapter one:
Confronting the unknown
Chills went up and down her spine as Phoebe saw her past love that she didn't want to remember. His hansom figure just stood there staring at her like he thought she knew what was happening. She put one hand out in front of her, trying to put the tiniest barer between them.
"No no no! What are you doing here! You were supposed to be gone that time! What did you do? Why am I like this?" Phoebe said in panic and anger.
"Calm down, I…" His voice coolly sounded until she cut him off.
"Cam down! I was going to move on after death! I was off to rest! Did you just intercept my spirit?" Her words were shaking out of frustration and slight fear.
"I didn't do anything. I have no idea why you are here. And as for me I have been here since the day you vanquished me." He looked at her but her face just showed dumbfounded-ness. "Look, just let me figure…"
"I just can't believe this." Phoebe interrupted and tried to pass him so she could enter the sitting room and, well, sit.
She just didn't understand it. How could she be in this messed up situation? She was happy. She accepted her death. She wanted to see that dimension she was supposed to go to. Maybe she would have been able to see her mom, grams, or even Peru. The last thing Phoebe ever wanted to do is be stuck with Cole for all eternity. She didn't want the pressure and awkward-ness but the loving embrace of peace.
Her life before Coop was always just one huge battle in every aspect of her being. Seeing the man from the relationship she had fought so hard for in the past just brought her back there. Painful memories and stress rushed inter her like an electric current as if she was still alive and that would have been the thing that killed her.
Phoebe got back up and paced when Cole came into the room. She stopped and closed her eyes as if she was trying to rid him with mind control.
"Phoebe…" He said, really wanting to help her out.
"Please, I need you to go away. I can't deal with this right now."
Cole did as she wished which was uncommon for him to just go away when she asked. He would usually just stay there and battle it out with her. But this time it was different. He knew that Phoebe had the life she wanted and her being here probably just made moving on from it so much harder. He figured that he had to find any way possible to get her out of that house and where she belonged. So Cole went up the stairs and to the attic to see if he could find a reason for her being there.
He flipped through the pages. Passing by bunches of demons and warlocks that the sister had vanquished until he stopped at the picture of his demonic self. He just starred at the gruesome looking eyes and the memories came rushing back to him. The thoughts of hurting hundreds of people, including Phoebe, began to haunt him once more. But then on the other side of the page with the picture of Belthazor was a series of
pictures of his human half with Phoebe. They looked happy in the pictures, but what was written underneath them was a sign of how much he really did hurt her. They were warnings to the future generation of witches about him being only half human. Cole hated seeing this so much that it was like a knife to the heart. He finally decided to keep flipping through the pages to see if he could find a solution to the whole mess.
He kept scanning the pages, but nothing really seemed to help. It was just one demon after another until he paused again at one that was titled "chained path spirits". Cole read the passage and it said that when a person dies there spirit could still be chained to past events or people. It also said that when someone has a strong history with that place or person then they have to stay there so the spirit can let go of all the ties that are binding it from another dimension.
He thought to himself that this was good and all he had to do was go and tell Phoebe. But the question was, how is he going to do that? He knew how stubborn she could be when she isn't want to listen that he thought that he would never be given the chance to share his news. Now he had to at least try. So he went downstairs while preparing to confront her.
A/N: I am sorry that that was such a short chapter but the first few will probably be that way. Please R&R. Again, inspires me to write more often.
