Jan. 7th, 2006

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Belthazor listened to his voicemail again. Obviously now, messages had been mistakenly sent to the wrong mailbox. He wondered where some of his had gone, particularly the one to Phoebe.

And speaking of Phoebe...there was the call she'd mistakenly sent to his voice mail. "It's me. Look, that day that we cannot mention in public is coming up and I want to do something special. God, he is going to see this as such a betrayal...I don't know how to do this! They don't cover something like this in the Book! How am I going to do this without him finding out? He's going to be so angry, but he deserves this! I only hope he'll forgive me for this one day."

He accepted the fact that Phoebe would try to thwart any action he took against Angel. But that didn't mean he'd make it easy for her. His next plan was already in motion, and he would have to take great pains to make sure Phoebe couldn't stop it. But he didn't understand what she was talking about. Special day? Betrayal? What was she planning?

Then there was the other call, where Phoebe asked people to register for Celtic Studies classes so Camulus wouldn't stuff her and mount her on the wall like a trophy. She had to be exaggerating. Killing a teacher would likely get him expelled.

His train of thought was interrupted when something flared and appeared on the bed. A rolled scroll, a message from the Underworld. Hesitantly, he unrolled it.

The message (contents so very NFB): )

Belthazor sighed. He'd been expecting this. Now what? "Dear Raynor, Angelus has a soul and doesn't like me anymore, the vampire who made him adopted me, and I'm dating one of the Charmed Ones. How are you?"

Smooth, real smooth.

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