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Voices Prompt #3: Thoughts on Love
Love? Love is a beautiful woman with golden-brown hair and soft brown eyes. Love is a witch who can see the future. Love is Phoebe Halliwell.

When I was assigned to kill the Charmed Ones, I chose to focus on Phoebe, the youngest sister. Prue was too suspicious. Piper was involved with their Whitelighter. But Phoebe was warm, sweet, trusting -- in some ways as innocent as those she and her sisters protected.

I'd seduced witches before, and none had stirred my heart. Phoebe Halliwell was just another mark. Seduce her, kill her, then take out the other two while they mourned, sister and powers lost.

But for some reason, I began to hesitate. The time I spent with Phoebe started to effect me. I didn't understand why I felt so relaxed and content with her in my arms. I struggled against the feeling. For so long I had buried the last traces of humanity in me; I didn't think it existed any more. But when I had Phoebe defenseless, at my mercy, I couldn't bring myself to kill her. I realized that as impossible as it seemed, I loved her.

Evil can't love. It can lust, it can covet, it can desire. But real love? Never. So my human soul still existed after all. I betrayed the Source and the Underworld for the love of a witch. I fled at first, both from my feelings and from the bounty hunters that came after me. But I had to come back. I had to be with the woman I loved. And I'll never leave her again.