OK. I know this took a while to post, but I been struggling with this idea for a while and I didn't want to post just anything. I actually care about my fans. :) Anyway, just tell me what you think about it in a REVIEW. I've been having problems with getting reviews on here. PLEASE review for me. Don't make me have to get down on my knees. .

Enough with the begging. Umm, anyway, have fun with this chapter until I post the next one. ;)

Cole opened the front door of his apartment. He went straight to his bed and flopped down on it. In the corner of his eye, he spotted his shadow messenger standing impatiently with crossed arms. Cole sat up.

"What?" he asked.

The shadow shrugged and started to tap its foot.

Cole glared at it. "Why are you always in such a hurry to go to the Triad. Every step I take is a report, isn't it?"

The shadow simply nodded its head.

"Didn't you go to the Triad already for the night?"

The shadow nodded again.

Cole let out an exasperated sigh. He shook his head and rolled his eyes as he wondered how he got into a situation where he had to deal with such an impatient creature. "Ok, I'll give you a report. Tell them that I'm getting closer to the youngest one. She's letting her guard down. The eldest, however, is a little harder to deal with. It will be difficult to gain her trust. I'll keep working on the youngest and eventually dispose of the Charmed Ones. Go on."

The shadow hastily disappeared.

"Jackass," Cole quietly muttered. He sighed again and fell back. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about Phoebe and the date that night. The way her lips tasted. The way she made him dance. The shade of red she turned when she blushed. That kiss. His running thoughts froze on that passionate, lustful kiss. He liked the way Phoebe's tongue begged to dance with his. He liked the way she grabbed at the back of his head so she could be closer to him. Yet, he scorned himself for liking these things the witch did to him.

"Damn her."

Cole looked to his left at his nightstand. Next to the lamp sat an atheme with a black leather hilt. He picked it up and held it in front of him. "I know what I must do, and I need to do it before I fall even deeper into this spell."

Cole watched his reflection in the atheme. His face looked like it was carved out of stone. The stern expression reminded him of who he was, or at least who he was supposed to be. A demon, sent to kill the strongest threat to his people, the Charmed Ones. Unfortunately for him, he didn't feel like himself at the moment. He felt...human.

He shook his head clear of his thoughts and closed his eyes as he put the atheme down. "You can't keep thinking like Cole Turner. Think like Belthazor. Stick to the plan."

A/N: Ok. Short, I know, but I really felt like I had to post this as a chapter by itself. Tell me what you think about Cole's inner struggle. Tell me if you want to make him feel all better by giving a sweet, little kiss or two. ;) I know I want to. Heh, heh, heh. Anyway, back to my world. Oh, and remember, REVIEWS AWAY!!