A new story I decided to write. I have a vague idea as to where it's going, but nothing concrete. If anyone has any ideas, feel free to let me know what you think.

I just reloaded this chapter because with the first 2 reviews, I think I ended up confusing people

Easier To Let Go

Chapter 1-Endurance

She awoke to the darkened chamber which had been her home for the last six months. A woman walked to her carrying a tray and placed it in front of her before leaving the room, but she only tossed it aside, unable to eat from the pain which still radiated from her jaw, a gift from her husband.

Slowly getting out of bed, she walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror to estimate what damage had been done. It appeared that it hurt a hell of a lot more than it looked and she was able to conceal it with a small amount of make-up, something that she had become a professional at, covering up the bruises, masking the scars.

She looked down at her swollen belly and prayed for the safety of her daughter. It was because of her that she was doing this, enduring this pain. Without this agreement, her child would not have lived to the second trimester of the pregnancy. Now, at least she had a chance to be born.

Months ago, things had been perfect. A magical dream had brought her to the love of her life for one night, to Cole, which she realized weeks later had been reality when she found out she was carrying her little ladybug. Of course evil always did find a way to bring about pain and after the murder of her sisters, she was forced to choose. She chose the life of her nephews and that of her growing child, Cole's child. Forced to the Underworld and into marriage, she was assured that both Wyatt and little Chris would live a safe life with their grandfather, untouched by evil. The plan for her daughter was that of a different kind and wouldn't protect her for long. It had been promised to her that her stomach would never be touched, that she would be provided with sufficient nourishment for the growing infant, but as far as after her birth, there was no telling what would happen. She had hoped that she would have found a way out of the deal by the time she was due, but it seemed that that wouldn't be the case. She knew that if her daughter was to live, it would not be with her. She had to leave her, to give her up to save her. It was planned out. It had been for months. Potions had been thought of, spells, anything she could think of to save the small infant who would soon be born. Now she just needed to inform the person who would be entrusted with her care.

"Good morning, darling," the man greeted his wife, a grotesque smile on his face.

"Good morning," she forced out as she stood beside him, wincing as he put a hand to her jaw.

He moved in to kiss her and she held back the bile she felt rise to the back of her throat.

"I was wondering if I could go to see the children today," Pheobe started, standing back to look into his eyes. "I haven't seen them in over a month and I..."

"Miss them?" he finished. "Wasn't it enough that I let the brats live? You ask more of me? I have been more than generous to you."

"Please, Eric," she pleaded. "Just for a few minutes."

"Fine," he finally answered leaning in to kiss her once more, obviously enjoying the pained expression on her face when he did so. "You know I'm too good to you."

Afraid that she would say something to change his mind, she kept quiet. She needed to see them, to talk to her father.

"If you run, I will find you. Know that," he whispered as he pulled her close to him. "And the deal will be off. They will no longer be protected and neither will she."

Putting a hand to her stomach, she knew what would happen if she attempted to run. If she were to be caught which was a strong possibility, he would most certainly find enjoyment in the death of Belthazar's child. She would wait until their daughter was born and hope that her plan would work. Her prayers now centered on the hopes that her child would take after her father, that she would be born with his ability to shimmer.

"Auntie Pheobe!" four-year old Wyatt squealed as he ran to the woman who appeared before him.

"Hey buddy," she greeted the child, pulling him into a hug. Where's grandpa?"

She only had a few precious minutes until the spell which sent her here would send her back and as much as she loved her nephews, she needed to speak to her father. After all, the life of her daughter was on the line.

"Chris is crying," Wyatt explained, pulling his auntie down the hall and into the bedroom he shared with his younger brother.

"Pheobe," her father said, a surprised tone to his voice as he tried to quiet down the toddler.

"I don't have much time. I needed to give this to you," she told him as she took Chris from his arms and placed a letter in his hands. "I need your help, dad. She needs your help."

He read the letter as she gently rocked her nephew, who within a few minutes was asleep.

"Okay," he simply replied as he finished the letter, knowing that there were demons lurking everywhere, listening to their every word.

He quickly pulled out a match and began to burn the letter. If anyone were to see it, he knew that his only living daughter and grand-daughter would die. He was their last hope. It would be his job to raise the children, though he knew how much it would kill his baby girl to let her own be raised away from her. He knew that pain. He had experienced it firsthand.

"I love you," she told her father as she placed the now sleeping toddler back into his grand-father's arms.

She quickly kissed the young boys goodbye, feeling as the spell began to take effect. Opening her eyes she found herself back in the dark cave, surrounded by guards.

So, how was it? Just something that popped into my head one day. Please review and tell me what ya think. I'm gonna try and reply to every review I get for this fic

When it says the love of her life, it is referring to Cole, not Eric. She's only with him to keep her daughter and Wyatt, and Chris safe. K, now that I got that cleared up…