Post by magicamethyst80 on Apr 28, 2005 22:39:10 GMT -5
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. This is a crossover between Charmed, the Xena/Hercules'verse, and some other things. Takes place after the Charmed episode "A Witch in Time," and a few years after the series finale of Xena. Feedback is much appreciated!
Cole heard a spitting sound, then he felt something bounce off his neck as he sat at the edge of the bar. He quickly picked it off his back and tossed it on the floor. It looked like the pit of an olive. He turned his head and glanced angrily at the other customers.
One of the patrons at the bar looked strangely familiar; he knew him from somewhere, but couldn't quite place it. Most likely he had crossed paths with him in his law firm, Jackman, Carter and Klein. He waved his fingers to telepathically discourage anymore-stray olive pits from landing in his direction, then turned back to the Guinness he had been enjoying.
Tonight was a night to kick back and relax; tomorrow he had a scheduled clandestine meeting with one of the Elders about locating a few ancient spirits, a Japanese one known as Yodoshi and someone else. He didn't know the exact details as to why this upper level, often elusive Elder was after these particular spirits. It might have had something to do with restoring who some had deemed as the "rightful Source." All he really knew was that aiding this Elder would help get him into the good graces of those up there, and give him the respect he deserved in the supernatural world.
Things were not going well in his relationship with Phoebe. He was amazed at Phoebe's resolve throughout this entire ordeal involving the Source, his vanquishing and regaining his powers. How could a woman reject the man she loved, push him out of her life, give up so easily? Was she even capable of loving him, or of truly loving anyone? He hated to admit it, but after nearly three months of an attempted reconciliation, it was time to call it quits and give up.
It was ironic in some ways, that the one demon capable of love would fall for a witch who wasn't. Even more ironic was the fact that it was ultimately the relationship between Cole and Phoebe that led to the vanquishing of the old Source, the leader of the Underworld as long as anyone could remember.
Why did he fall in love with her so easily, so quickly? Even though he was human, he was still half demon; even half demons weren't supposed to love! In his hundred years as a demon, he had played Romeo to a number of witches, many with whom he could easily have fallen in love. If these witches had been in similar circumstances to the one he encountered with Phoebe, they probably would not have had the strength to vanquish him.
The only other demon he could think of who ever fell in love was, Drazzi, the demon of hate. The Charmed Ones had taken care of him a few months before he even met Phoebe. What happened with him wasn't natural; rumor had it that it was the experiment of a renegade, low-level cupid. He had heard that this particular Cupid had been stripped of his power, for making a number of un-authorized pairings. Shortly afterwards he strangely returned at full power thanks to a mysterious magical ring.
He began to wonder, about the "cupids," there were many of them, who worked in secret, all over the world, making "love connections," between people. Supposedly they were the offspring of Aphrodite, one of the few, remaining Olympian Deities. Although her oldest child, Eros, the first being referred to as "Cupid," was no longer around, the goddess had produced more than a few love children over the past thousand or so years, most of whom went on to function as "cupids."
While it was known that Aphrodite was still around, the whereabouts of the rest of the Olympians was still a mystery. Rumor had it that Hercules and an Amazon princess had vanquished most of them a few thousand years ago. No one he could think of was clear as to which ones had had survived, and which ones had not.
He looked up at the television currently showing some low budget program about female action heroes. While it was actually interesting in its first seasons it had been on way past it�s prime. A few years ago there had been fighting on the set and there were rumors amiss about the show's cancellation. Strangely things were very quickly patched up, and the show had been on ever since. He seriously wondered if the producer had made a deal, with anyone in order for it to stay on television for so long? If a demon or higher being was behind the success of this show, who was it?
With the wave of his fingers he changed the channel, to a local affiliate that was currently broadcasting the day's news about a wave of vandalism currently taking place across the country. This time the victim had been New York magazine, a publication, showcasing that city's most expensive restaurants and shows, which the average person could only dream of affording. Fortunately no one had been hurt; the attack had taken place on a Saturday afternoon, when the building was empty. Word was that it was connected to underground boxing clubs that made tracking down the culprits difficult.
There was something very peculiar about this wave of vandalism across the country. It seemed like something that could have been demonically influenced; yet he couldn't think of any demon other than the old Source capable of pulling off such widespread mayhem.
He took another sip of his beer, and noticed that it tasted off, almost as if someone had taken a leak in it. He turned to alert the bartender "Excuse me, this doesn't taste right, can I have another one?" he carefully waved his fingers, in expectation that the Bartender would oblige. The man didn't look like he had had the best week; his right eye was swollen completely shut, most likely due to a slugging, also his left hand was wrapped in a bandage, covering what looked like a burn wound on the top of his hand.
"That'll be $6.50," the bartender unsympathetically responded, "You are the only one to complain about today's brew."
Not wanting to make a scene, he carefully waved his fingers again, and wondered why his powers were not working on the bartender. If only the man knew who he was dealing with.
'I'm not paying for this, and I'm not paying for another one," he said angrily, as he rose from the bar. He certainly wasn't going to give this bartender the fight he was picking, at this point any fights would not look good, regardless of who had started it.
He heard the bartender mutter something nonsensical about an eighth rule, and then it happened again. Another olive pit hit him, this time it bounced off his cheek. He looked down the bar again, and noticed that the fellow he recognized before enjoying a bowl of Greek olives along with a companion. It was the renegade cupid, the one who had caused Drazzi to fall in love.
Cole heard a spitting sound, then he felt something bounce off his neck as he sat at the edge of the bar. He quickly picked it off his back and tossed it on the floor. It looked like the pit of an olive. He turned his head and glanced angrily at the other customers.
One of the patrons at the bar looked strangely familiar; he knew him from somewhere, but couldn't quite place it. Most likely he had crossed paths with him in his law firm, Jackman, Carter and Klein. He waved his fingers to telepathically discourage anymore-stray olive pits from landing in his direction, then turned back to the Guinness he had been enjoying.
Tonight was a night to kick back and relax; tomorrow he had a scheduled clandestine meeting with one of the Elders about locating a few ancient spirits, a Japanese one known as Yodoshi and someone else. He didn't know the exact details as to why this upper level, often elusive Elder was after these particular spirits. It might have had something to do with restoring who some had deemed as the "rightful Source." All he really knew was that aiding this Elder would help get him into the good graces of those up there, and give him the respect he deserved in the supernatural world.
Things were not going well in his relationship with Phoebe. He was amazed at Phoebe's resolve throughout this entire ordeal involving the Source, his vanquishing and regaining his powers. How could a woman reject the man she loved, push him out of her life, give up so easily? Was she even capable of loving him, or of truly loving anyone? He hated to admit it, but after nearly three months of an attempted reconciliation, it was time to call it quits and give up.
It was ironic in some ways, that the one demon capable of love would fall for a witch who wasn't. Even more ironic was the fact that it was ultimately the relationship between Cole and Phoebe that led to the vanquishing of the old Source, the leader of the Underworld as long as anyone could remember.
Why did he fall in love with her so easily, so quickly? Even though he was human, he was still half demon; even half demons weren't supposed to love! In his hundred years as a demon, he had played Romeo to a number of witches, many with whom he could easily have fallen in love. If these witches had been in similar circumstances to the one he encountered with Phoebe, they probably would not have had the strength to vanquish him.
The only other demon he could think of who ever fell in love was, Drazzi, the demon of hate. The Charmed Ones had taken care of him a few months before he even met Phoebe. What happened with him wasn't natural; rumor had it that it was the experiment of a renegade, low-level cupid. He had heard that this particular Cupid had been stripped of his power, for making a number of un-authorized pairings. Shortly afterwards he strangely returned at full power thanks to a mysterious magical ring.
He began to wonder, about the "cupids," there were many of them, who worked in secret, all over the world, making "love connections," between people. Supposedly they were the offspring of Aphrodite, one of the few, remaining Olympian Deities. Although her oldest child, Eros, the first being referred to as "Cupid," was no longer around, the goddess had produced more than a few love children over the past thousand or so years, most of whom went on to function as "cupids."
While it was known that Aphrodite was still around, the whereabouts of the rest of the Olympians was still a mystery. Rumor had it that Hercules and an Amazon princess had vanquished most of them a few thousand years ago. No one he could think of was clear as to which ones had had survived, and which ones had not.
He looked up at the television currently showing some low budget program about female action heroes. While it was actually interesting in its first seasons it had been on way past it�s prime. A few years ago there had been fighting on the set and there were rumors amiss about the show's cancellation. Strangely things were very quickly patched up, and the show had been on ever since. He seriously wondered if the producer had made a deal, with anyone in order for it to stay on television for so long? If a demon or higher being was behind the success of this show, who was it?
With the wave of his fingers he changed the channel, to a local affiliate that was currently broadcasting the day's news about a wave of vandalism currently taking place across the country. This time the victim had been New York magazine, a publication, showcasing that city's most expensive restaurants and shows, which the average person could only dream of affording. Fortunately no one had been hurt; the attack had taken place on a Saturday afternoon, when the building was empty. Word was that it was connected to underground boxing clubs that made tracking down the culprits difficult.
There was something very peculiar about this wave of vandalism across the country. It seemed like something that could have been demonically influenced; yet he couldn't think of any demon other than the old Source capable of pulling off such widespread mayhem.
He took another sip of his beer, and noticed that it tasted off, almost as if someone had taken a leak in it. He turned to alert the bartender "Excuse me, this doesn't taste right, can I have another one?" he carefully waved his fingers, in expectation that the Bartender would oblige. The man didn't look like he had had the best week; his right eye was swollen completely shut, most likely due to a slugging, also his left hand was wrapped in a bandage, covering what looked like a burn wound on the top of his hand.
"That'll be $6.50," the bartender unsympathetically responded, "You are the only one to complain about today's brew."
Not wanting to make a scene, he carefully waved his fingers again, and wondered why his powers were not working on the bartender. If only the man knew who he was dealing with.
'I'm not paying for this, and I'm not paying for another one," he said angrily, as he rose from the bar. He certainly wasn't going to give this bartender the fight he was picking, at this point any fights would not look good, regardless of who had started it.
He heard the bartender mutter something nonsensical about an eighth rule, and then it happened again. Another olive pit hit him, this time it bounced off his cheek. He looked down the bar again, and noticed that the fellow he recognized before enjoying a bowl of Greek olives along with a companion. It was the renegade cupid, the one who had caused Drazzi to fall in love.