Chapter 5:
It had been two, and a half months since Remy had met the girls, and he, Paige, and Leo got a long real well, however Piper, and Phoebe still didn't fully trust him. They were sitting in P3 one night, sitting in their customary booth, when Phoebe asked as Remy downed a shot of Jack, then took a slug of his Budweiser, " You've been searching for you father for the last two, and a half months, and you're no closer to finding him now, than you were then, Are you ever going to find him?"
Remy gave her a low warning growl as he took another long pull from his beer, " Don't go there Witch, I'm lookin jus as hard as I can, but nobody knows where de murderin sumbitch is at?."
Phoebe shot back, " Or what?"
Remy locked eyes with her, his glowing red eyes were blazing with fury as he growled, " Ya don wanna fin out Petit."
Phoebe asked in a tight edged voice, " Or what Dhamphyr?"
Remy glared at her as he hissed, " What d'ya want from me Remy been fightin longside ya, an ya still don trust Remy why is dat petit?"
Cole spoke up, " I'd like to know as well, what does he have to do to prove that he's trustworthy to you, and Piper's satisfaction?"
Phoebe just stared at him for several minutes, then she said, " Look I know you like the kid, but get off it, it's just hard to work with someone who's worked with other side."
Cole said, " I used to work for the other side, is it hard working with me?"
Phoebe replied, " No of course not, you we trust completely."
Paige gave a small derisive snort as Cole pressed on, " Then why can't you trust Remy?"
Piper smoothly cut in before her younger sister could dig herself any deeper, " It's not that we don't trust him Cole, it's we're wary."
Remy suddenly exploded, " I'm heah ya know, an I don like y'all talkin bout me hind my back savvy."
And with that he rose to his feet, grabbed his Resistol, put it on, and stalked from the club. Cole just shook his head as he finished his beer. Meanwhile as Remy leaned against a wall smoking a cigarette, he sensed several vampires, and demons approaching. He threw down the half smoked cigarette, and came face to face with none other than Lothos, his father.