Loving Belthazor- A Charmed FanFiction

Chapter One

Caroline Roth

"We'll be in touch." Mr. Hunter said grimly at the end of my interview. I didn't feel confident that he would be in touch, I wasn't even confident I would cross his mind after I walked out the door. My spirits fell. "Sir, you must reconsider. If you looked at my records you'd see that I interned with Reinhardt and Ganson for two years in law school and I graduated with honors. I think if you reconsider you will see that I could be a great asset to your firm." I promised myself I wouldn't beg but here I am.

It's not like I'm being dishonest either, he had my law school transcripts as well as my record from my old law office. He was looking his nose down on me and by the way he was eyeing my blouse I would think it's because I'm a woman. Were I a male I would have had this job in the bag before I'd even set foot in the office.

"I suppose I can reconsider. I'll tell you what," another glance at my blouse, "I'll speak with the other partners and show them your records and we'll take a vote." I gave a half-hearted smile. "Thank you." I stood up and shook his hairy chubby hand and he showed me out.

"Have a nice day, Caroline." Mr. Hunter's thin beautiful assistant, Carlina crowed at me from her desk. I gave her a sarcastic smile whilst flipping her the bird in my head.

By the time I got outside it was already dark. It didn't help that it was a dreadfully overcast day, it had been raining when I went in for my interview, but it wasn't raining now. The light that shone down from the buildings were quite dim, barely bright enough to see my feet. My car is parked six blocks away in the parking structure. I started walking down the street struggling to see in the dark and listening to the tap-tap-tap of my shoes on the wet sidewalk. The toe of my shoe caught on a part of raised sidewalk and tripped me, my face hit the concrete hard and sent a vibration from my cheekbone and through my jaw.

"Ah! Damn it!" I started to shiver a bit when the wet sidewalk started to soak through my blouse and skirt. I peeled myself off the dirty sidewalk and started walking again. I walked about three blocks before I saw the brightly lit parking structure. Then I heard the tap-tap-tap of someone else's shoes, hurriedly following me down the street. I look over my shoulder and I think I see the faint outline of someone ducking down an alley to avoid my sight.

I cautiously stated back on my path listening when the taps started again. I passed an alley between two brick buildings when the tapping got faster and faster and closer until I felt a pointed object poke my back. "Drop the purse lady!"

"It's a briefcase." I dropped my briefcase on the ground with a wet thud ringing in my ears and suddenly I felt nauseous. I felt the sharp object shift lower slightly and a grunt as he picked up my briefcase, thankfully I keep my car keys and wallet in my inner jacket pocket. Hopefully he will be satisfied with my briefcase which only has a spare copy of my resume and a copy of my work records at my old law office.

"Now the coat pockets." He growled and shoved the knife a bit deeper, I could hear a slight tear in my coat.

"My jacket pockets are fake, check yourself." It was true the outside pockets on the outside of my coat are just for show. I felt his slimy hand try to slip into my fake pocket on my right then the same on my left. Then he put his hand on my left shoulder and dug the knife in more. "You don't want to do this." I pleaded with him as I felt another poke from the knife.

"I don't want to do this." He admitted sounding in a daze. It took a second for my mind to comprehend it at first but then when it sank in I didn't hesitate. "Then don't. Just go away, leave me alone." Then the knife was gone and with his one hand still on my shoulder I heard him say something. "I'll go away and leave you alone." Then I saw headlights and screeching tires, "Hey! Get away from her!" A door slammed and then his hand was ripped from my shoulder and it jostled me into the brick wall hitting my head against the brick. I squatted down and ducked my head under my arms and shut my eyes tight.

I could hear his screams of pain and I started to shake, I was just mugged! Then someone came to help me. The everything was silent. All I could hear was some husky breathing. "Miss?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped involuntarily, this voice was so different than the voice of my mugger. This voice was kind and gentle.

"It's okay I just want to make sure you're okay." He rubbed my arm softly. I shook my head no, "Please don't touch me." I squeaked out. My head started to pound and I could feel a knot forming. Then I heard some rustling and some beeps that sounded like they were coming from a mobile phone.

"Sheriff Higgins, I have a woman here who was just mugged. I have the mugger here and the victim is in a state." The husky voice said in a hushed tone. I just wanted to crawl into a dark hole and never come out. He didn't try to touch me again until the police arrived. The police took pictures of my torn jacket and the knot on the side of my head from the wall which was still throbbing, but I refused to look anyone in the eye. Instead I opted to stare at my shoes.

The EMT wanted to examine me for more injuries and I had an involuntary reaction, I fought and yelled until I heard that voice again. "Hey! Can't you see she's traumatized? Give her a minute to process." For the first time in this whole ordeal I looked up and met his eyes. He was so tall and handsome. He was a perfectly chiseled masterpiece.

He seemed genuinely surprised that I looked up at him. "You face is much prettier than the top of your head." He joked lightly. I tried to keep a straight face but I cracked a light smile. "What is your name?" I asked.

He cracked a gorgeous smile that made my knees weak, "My name is Cole Turner."