Possession 3/?
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deeperwondermentTitle: Possession 3/?
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not_from_stars
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Charmed AU
Character(s): Phoebe Halliwell, Belthazor/Cole Turner, The Source Of All Evil
Word Count: 908
Summary: He had come across witches before -- hundreds of them -- and he had killed them all with no remorse. He was the best assassin that The Source of All Evil had, and he had never questioned his duty. Never once had he felt guilty in all of the years he had been killing.
Notes: This is an AU fic that I've been working on for awhile and I'm trying to finish. It's set in an AU world where the first time Belthazor/Cole meets Phoebe, she's a prisoner of the The Source of All Evil in the Underworld. He doesn't know why she's there and why she hasn't been rescued, and Phoebe's not telling him anything. Cole is determined to find out why she's there -- and what these new feelings and urges that he's feeling mean to him and who he is.
Belthazor had been stalking through the tunnels of the Underworld. Truth be told, he had gone looking for a fight. The feelings that the Oracle had caused to rise in him left him feeling off-balance and it wasn't a feeling he enjoyed. The fact that she had almost caused him to question his own loyalty to his liege had him in a high temper.
What was it about her?
He had come across witches before -- hundreds of them -- and he had killed them all with no remorse. He was the best assassin that The Source of All Evil had, and he had never questioned his duty. Never once had he felt guilty in all of the years he had been killing.
Then he met this witch. The Source's pet. The Oracle. The imprisoned Charmed One.
Not only did he feel himself lay claim to her, The Source gave her to him to break...
...and he couldn't bring himself to harm her. He couldn't do it, and to top it all off, he had promised her that he would not allow any further harm to come to her.
He growled in frustration, slamming his fist into a wall.
He'd go back the and show her that he was in control of this situation -- that she was his.
He turned to head back to where he had left her when something -- some emotion -- seemed to crash into his soul. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, when it happened again.
This time he could almost taste the terror and the pain in the emotions striking him. It was Phoebe. Somehow, he knew, it was Phoebe.When he heard the scream in his mind, he reacted instantly, shimmering to the location of the scream.
The first thing he was aware of when he shimmered into the chamber was the smell of blood. He could also smell fear in the air as well. His eyes focused, searching for his witch. When he spotted her, rage filled him, causing him to shift into his demon form.
Phoebe was chained to the altar, and she wasn't moving. There was one demon straddling her and another was at her head. Both of them were holding bloody athames. The blood... the blood that he smelled was hers, as was the fear. Seeing the demon straddling her, his mind decided he knew what had happened here -- what had happened to her.
Someone was going to die.
Quite possibly both of the demons that were now making her bleed.
He was at the altar in a heartbeat, grabbing the demon from on top of Phoebe and throwing him into the wall. An energy ball followed and the demon was dead. He turned with a growl and grabbed the second demon, shoving him against the wall by his throat.
"Explain yourself," he snarled. "What the hell are you doing?"
The demon struggled for a moment, and realized that he wasn't a match for Belthazor's strength. "We heard that The Source had turned the witch over to you. We found her alone and plotting ways to escape, and stopped her."
He didn't believe a word of it. Phoebe had told him she was here in order to protect her family, so there was no way that she would try to escape as soon as he was out of her sight. There was also the exchange he had witnessed between her and The Source. She had wanted to fight back, but she hadn't allowed herself to do that. Therefore, there was no way she would have done what this one was saying she had done.
"What have you done to the Oracle?" Belthazor's hand flexed around the demon's throat.
The demon realized that for some reason Belthazor was really angry. The witch must have done something that he had wanted to punish her for... and now he would have to wait for her to heal. The Source's favorite didn't have a reputation for being the most patient of beings, and now he wondered if there was a way he could get out of this with his head attached.
"We meant no disrespect, Belthazor. She was trying to escape and we thought it would be best if we prevented it."
"What. Did. You. Do." An energy ball formed in his other hand.
The demon's eyes widened. "Softened her up for you. Cut her a few times... showed her what it meant to disobey the Source. Taught her that she needed to be a little more friendly to all of us down here."
Belthazor growled. He didn't like what the demon was implying they had done to HIS witch. He disbursed the energy ball and pulled the demon from the wall. Before the demon could say anything further, Belthazor grabbed his head and twisted -- breaking his neck. Dropping the demon as he turned to nothing, Belthazor walked to the altar. He undid the chains and looked Phoebe over to see how badly she had been hurt.
There was a thin cut on her face that was oozing blood, and a few bruises. The cut wasn't deep enough to scar, just looked like they had cut her face to scare her.
And she had been scared. She had been terrified. He could smell it on the air in the room -- and he wasn't happy about it.
Author:
not_from_starsRating: PG-13
Fandom: Charmed AU
Character(s): Phoebe Halliwell, Belthazor/Cole Turner, The Source Of All Evil
Word Count: 908
Summary: He had come across witches before -- hundreds of them -- and he had killed them all with no remorse. He was the best assassin that The Source of All Evil had, and he had never questioned his duty. Never once had he felt guilty in all of the years he had been killing.
Notes: This is an AU fic that I've been working on for awhile and I'm trying to finish. It's set in an AU world where the first time Belthazor/Cole meets Phoebe, she's a prisoner of the The Source of All Evil in the Underworld. He doesn't know why she's there and why she hasn't been rescued, and Phoebe's not telling him anything. Cole is determined to find out why she's there -- and what these new feelings and urges that he's feeling mean to him and who he is.
Belthazor had been stalking through the tunnels of the Underworld. Truth be told, he had gone looking for a fight. The feelings that the Oracle had caused to rise in him left him feeling off-balance and it wasn't a feeling he enjoyed. The fact that she had almost caused him to question his own loyalty to his liege had him in a high temper.
What was it about her?
He had come across witches before -- hundreds of them -- and he had killed them all with no remorse. He was the best assassin that The Source of All Evil had, and he had never questioned his duty. Never once had he felt guilty in all of the years he had been killing.
Then he met this witch. The Source's pet. The Oracle. The imprisoned Charmed One.
Not only did he feel himself lay claim to her, The Source gave her to him to break...
...and he couldn't bring himself to harm her. He couldn't do it, and to top it all off, he had promised her that he would not allow any further harm to come to her.
He growled in frustration, slamming his fist into a wall.
He'd go back the and show her that he was in control of this situation -- that she was his.
He turned to head back to where he had left her when something -- some emotion -- seemed to crash into his soul. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, when it happened again.
This time he could almost taste the terror and the pain in the emotions striking him. It was Phoebe. Somehow, he knew, it was Phoebe.When he heard the scream in his mind, he reacted instantly, shimmering to the location of the scream.
The first thing he was aware of when he shimmered into the chamber was the smell of blood. He could also smell fear in the air as well. His eyes focused, searching for his witch. When he spotted her, rage filled him, causing him to shift into his demon form.
Phoebe was chained to the altar, and she wasn't moving. There was one demon straddling her and another was at her head. Both of them were holding bloody athames. The blood... the blood that he smelled was hers, as was the fear. Seeing the demon straddling her, his mind decided he knew what had happened here -- what had happened to her.
Someone was going to die.
Quite possibly both of the demons that were now making her bleed.
He was at the altar in a heartbeat, grabbing the demon from on top of Phoebe and throwing him into the wall. An energy ball followed and the demon was dead. He turned with a growl and grabbed the second demon, shoving him against the wall by his throat.
"Explain yourself," he snarled. "What the hell are you doing?"
The demon struggled for a moment, and realized that he wasn't a match for Belthazor's strength. "We heard that The Source had turned the witch over to you. We found her alone and plotting ways to escape, and stopped her."
He didn't believe a word of it. Phoebe had told him she was here in order to protect her family, so there was no way that she would try to escape as soon as he was out of her sight. There was also the exchange he had witnessed between her and The Source. She had wanted to fight back, but she hadn't allowed herself to do that. Therefore, there was no way she would have done what this one was saying she had done.
"What have you done to the Oracle?" Belthazor's hand flexed around the demon's throat.
The demon realized that for some reason Belthazor was really angry. The witch must have done something that he had wanted to punish her for... and now he would have to wait for her to heal. The Source's favorite didn't have a reputation for being the most patient of beings, and now he wondered if there was a way he could get out of this with his head attached.
"We meant no disrespect, Belthazor. She was trying to escape and we thought it would be best if we prevented it."
"What. Did. You. Do." An energy ball formed in his other hand.
The demon's eyes widened. "Softened her up for you. Cut her a few times... showed her what it meant to disobey the Source. Taught her that she needed to be a little more friendly to all of us down here."
Belthazor growled. He didn't like what the demon was implying they had done to HIS witch. He disbursed the energy ball and pulled the demon from the wall. Before the demon could say anything further, Belthazor grabbed his head and twisted -- breaking his neck. Dropping the demon as he turned to nothing, Belthazor walked to the altar. He undid the chains and looked Phoebe over to see how badly she had been hurt.
There was a thin cut on her face that was oozing blood, and a few bruises. The cut wasn't deep enough to scar, just looked like they had cut her face to scare her.
And she had been scared. She had been terrified. He could smell it on the air in the room -- and he wasn't happy about it.
