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Room 201, Sunday morning
Dec. 3rd, 2006 10:54 amBel groaned as he slowly came awake. His head was throbbing, and his body ached from all the fighting he'd been doing yesterday. He'd let his guard down for just one minute and a troll had hit him over the back of the head. Great.
His memory was pretty hazy about the events of the previous day. Lots of fighting. Trolls? What he did know was that there was a warm body beside him, and he threw a possessive arm around it. Mine.
Anders mumbled sleepily, and Bel frowned in confusion. Not Phoebe. Phoebe missing. Memory started to penetrate the fog in his brain. She was missing. He had to find her. Trolls had her. Make them pay.
He growled and kicked Anders out of the bed. "Coffee," he croaked. He had to clear his head first and then see if anyone knew more about what was going on.
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His memory was pretty hazy about the events of the previous day. Lots of fighting. Trolls? What he did know was that there was a warm body beside him, and he threw a possessive arm around it. Mine.
Anders mumbled sleepily, and Bel frowned in confusion. Not Phoebe. Phoebe missing. Memory started to penetrate the fog in his brain. She was missing. He had to find her. Trolls had her. Make them pay.
He growled and kicked Anders out of the bed. "Coffee," he croaked. He had to clear his head first and then see if anyone knew more about what was going on.
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futurebucs_star modded with permission.]
