To say that Phoebe wasn't in a good place emotionally right now would be tantamount to saying that the Titanic had a little bit of a leaking problem
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He wasn't sure what had pulled him out this evening. Still, something had called him, and here he was, almost morning really, wandering the streets for no reason whatsoever.
Or perhaps there was a reason. He hears scuffling before he can see it, recognising one of the voices almost insantly. The waitress, from the bar.
He turns the corner and sees her, held against the wall by... He isn't sure what, but it's choking her, attacking her.
Without thinking he draws one of his knives, a special pair, they will always find their target. He throws, underhanded and it strikes, sinking into the soft flesh under his raised arm. Doyle smiles, satisfied, watching him pull away, blood spurting out. Still in his crouch, the other knife ready in his left hand, he waits for the other demons to notice him.
Phoebe was suddenly let go and the demon stumbled back bleeding. She looked around for Cole and saw Doyle from the bar.
"Go," she called out to him. "Get away! They'll kill you."
Of course, her request might have been more realistic if one of the non-wounded demons handn't attacked her, and they rolled along the ground. She grunted and brought her hands up to slam into either side of the demons head.
"Thank you CJ and Cole," she whispered as the demon fell backwards and she slammed the side of her hand into his neck. She crawled out from under him and looked at him steadily as he started getting up again.
"You guys never learn to stay down," she muttered, and then gasped as his fist slammed into her face.
The other demon that Doyle had attacked dropped and now there was only the two - One stalking Doyle and the one she was fighting.
Doyle is focused on the thing in front of him, his gze not breaking at her words. A short sharp burst of laughter escapes as his hand glows green suddenly, and he lunges forward, a smiple touch of the twisting green flame enough to kill.
"It's hard to kill an immortal. They have tried for 1700 years, and I'm still alive."
It ducks away from him, fear flashing in it's eyes, but not quickly enough, not nearly quickly enough to escape the Darkness. Doyle's hand grabs, holding the creature's neck and it stiffens, falling away from him. "Consequences of your actions..." he mumbles, the dead body in front of him on the ground
Turning quickly, snak at the ready to be thrown, making sure the girl, Phoebe, was sill fine.
Phoebe slammed her foot into the demon's knee and he went down. His claws raked out along her side as he did so. She let out a sharp cry of pain and danced backwards.
"Others will come, Witch," he hissed. "Others will hunt you, Charmed One."
"And others will die," she retorted. "Leave me alone, leave Cole alone and some of your kind may yet live."
"You're not in a position to be giving orders or trying to make deals," he hissed again. "The Source will not rest until the two of you are dead."
"Then the Source is going to have many years of sleepless nights," Phoebe said, flipping a blade up into her hand. "I will not allow Cole to be harmed, and the Source and his kind have already taken the last thing from me that he's going to take."
The demon lunged at her, but even with the wounds in ehr side, Phoebe managed to turn out of the way and slam her knife into his neck.
Cole had been repressing the bond between his soul and Phoebe's, unable to deal with the pain it was causing him now. But the pain and the sharp intake of fear jolted him. "Phoebe," he whispered. She was hurt. Someone was attacking her. He shifted into his demon form and shimmered to where he sensed she was.
Phoebe felt another arrival and she spun, putting herself inbetween Doyle and then new arrival, to protect him. When she saw Cole's appearance, she flipped her blade back in to it's sheath.
She saw the look directed at Doyle and placed her hand on his arm.
"No, soulmate, he heard the fight and got involved. He's a friend that knows me from where I work." She nodded, turning to the side so he could see the claw marks and the bruises on her throat. "I'm hurt, love, but I think it'll be okay with a few days of rest. Old friends of ours," she said, putting her hand back against her side.
When he shimmered them to the house, Phoebe sighed and shook her head. Once in the house, she hung up the cocktail dress and put her bag on the table. She wanted so much to reach out to him and just cling to him, but she didn't. She was afraid if she did then she would start crying and beg him to stay the night with her. She didn't want to be alone tonight... but if she begged him to stay, it would be like saying that he was in the complete right with everything that had happened, and she didn't feel he was. She felt they were both in the wrong
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"I don't know if that's a good idea right now," Cole said, running his fingers through his hair. "On the other hand, I don't want to leave you alone." He paused. "I'd have to go by the hotel anyway to pick up a few things."
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Or perhaps there was a reason. He hears scuffling before he can see it, recognising one of the voices almost insantly. The waitress, from the bar.
He turns the corner and sees her, held against the wall by... He isn't sure what, but it's choking her, attacking her.
Without thinking he draws one of his knives, a special pair, they will always find their target. He throws, underhanded and it strikes, sinking into the soft flesh under his raised arm. Doyle smiles, satisfied, watching him pull away, blood spurting out. Still in his crouch, the other knife ready in his left hand, he waits for the other demons to notice him.
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"Go," she called out to him. "Get away! They'll kill you."
Of course, her request might have been more realistic if one of the non-wounded demons handn't attacked her, and they rolled along the ground. She grunted and brought her hands up to slam into either side of the demons head.
"Thank you CJ and Cole," she whispered as the demon fell backwards and she slammed the side of her hand into his neck. She crawled out from under him and looked at him steadily as he started getting up again.
"You guys never learn to stay down," she muttered, and then gasped as his fist slammed into her face.
The other demon that Doyle had attacked dropped and now there was only the two - One stalking Doyle and the one she was fighting.
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"It's hard to kill an immortal. They have tried for 1700 years, and I'm still alive."
It ducks away from him, fear flashing in it's eyes, but not quickly enough, not nearly quickly enough to escape the Darkness. Doyle's hand grabs, holding the creature's neck and it stiffens, falling away from him. "Consequences of your actions..." he mumbles, the dead body in front of him on the ground
Turning quickly, snak at the ready to be thrown, making sure the girl, Phoebe, was sill fine.
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"Others will come, Witch," he hissed. "Others will hunt you, Charmed One."
"And others will die," she retorted. "Leave me alone, leave Cole alone and some of your kind may yet live."
"You're not in a position to be giving orders or trying to make deals," he hissed again. "The Source will not rest until the two of you are dead."
"Then the Source is going to have many years of sleepless nights," Phoebe said, flipping a blade up into her hand. "I will not allow Cole to be harmed, and the Source and his kind have already taken the last thing from me that he's going to take."
The demon lunged at her, but even with the wounds in ehr side, Phoebe managed to turn out of the way and slam her knife into his neck.
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"Cole..." she whispered.
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"No, soulmate, he heard the fight and got involved. He's a friend that knows me from where I work." She nodded, turning to the side so he could see the claw marks and the bruises on her throat. "I'm hurt, love, but I think it'll be okay with a few days of rest. Old friends of ours," she said, putting her hand back against her side.
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