South Attic, Early Morning
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demonbelthazorBel lay in bed, going over the previous day's events. The spell had gone wrong. Instead of sticking Angel's soul in the so very gay snowglobe, it had swapped his soul and Angel's. He tried to puzzle out why. The spell was meant for inanimate objects, so his mucking with it must've made it latch on to Angel's soul and the nearest equivalent on the other end of the spell -- his own soul.
He'd woken up with Callisto. That in itself was enough to make him want to die. Naked Callisto was hot, but still -- Callisto. He didn't dare confess what had happened to her. Even if she believed it was an accident, she probably would've killed him, and without his powers and in an unfamiliar body, he didn't want to risk a fight. So he'd pretended to be Angel until he got out of there. And on the way to the attic. That had been a mistake but the minute anyone had realized what was going on, they would've instantly blamed him. That they were right was beside the point.
(Harassing Veronica later, though, that had been a conscious decision. He had not been able to resist screwing with her. And he gained a useful tidbit of information in the process.)
He'd found Phoebe sobbing. Angel had woken up with her and made her think that he, Bel, didn't love her anymore. Bel tried to comfort her. And then almost bit her. She'd been willing enough to give him the blood he craved, but he didn't know how to control the thirst and he didn't want to risk hurting her. After that he'd put some distance between them to quell the desire to drink from her. He'd gone into town to talk to Aziraphale, who was upset that he'd tried to bring back Angelus. Wilson had been more understanding about his wish for his friend to be restored. They'd had a talk in the park that Bel was still mulling over. Dr. Wilson had also been good enough to help him procure some blood. Compared to the sip he'd taken from Phoebe, cow's blood was awful, but he'd drank anyway until he was full.
After that he'd gone to Caritas to get well and truly drunk. And then he'd sang, partly out of drunkenness, partly to cause Angel a little humiliation to equal his. Then Piper and Alanna had summoned him somehow. He was more than willing to have the spell undone, but it took a few tries. He'd quickly fled back to the Attic. Phoebe had been gone when he got there, and he didn't blame her. She was probably very angry with him for what he'd done.
The radio broadcast had woken him from his sleep. Great, the whole school knew he'd fucked up. He heard the bits about Angel and Logan visiting Principal Smith and something about a photoshoot, and buried his head under his pillow with a groan, vowing never to leave his room again.
[OOC: Anyone who wants to kick Bel's ass feel free to swing by and take a number -- I'm not sure if he'll be leaving his room today. Or ever. ;) ]
He'd woken up with Callisto. That in itself was enough to make him want to die. Naked Callisto was hot, but still -- Callisto. He didn't dare confess what had happened to her. Even if she believed it was an accident, she probably would've killed him, and without his powers and in an unfamiliar body, he didn't want to risk a fight. So he'd pretended to be Angel until he got out of there. And on the way to the attic. That had been a mistake but the minute anyone had realized what was going on, they would've instantly blamed him. That they were right was beside the point.
(Harassing Veronica later, though, that had been a conscious decision. He had not been able to resist screwing with her. And he gained a useful tidbit of information in the process.)
He'd found Phoebe sobbing. Angel had woken up with her and made her think that he, Bel, didn't love her anymore. Bel tried to comfort her. And then almost bit her. She'd been willing enough to give him the blood he craved, but he didn't know how to control the thirst and he didn't want to risk hurting her. After that he'd put some distance between them to quell the desire to drink from her. He'd gone into town to talk to Aziraphale, who was upset that he'd tried to bring back Angelus. Wilson had been more understanding about his wish for his friend to be restored. They'd had a talk in the park that Bel was still mulling over. Dr. Wilson had also been good enough to help him procure some blood. Compared to the sip he'd taken from Phoebe, cow's blood was awful, but he'd drank anyway until he was full.
After that he'd gone to Caritas to get well and truly drunk. And then he'd sang, partly out of drunkenness, partly to cause Angel a little humiliation to equal his. Then Piper and Alanna had summoned him somehow. He was more than willing to have the spell undone, but it took a few tries. He'd quickly fled back to the Attic. Phoebe had been gone when he got there, and he didn't blame her. She was probably very angry with him for what he'd done.
The radio broadcast had woken him from his sleep. Great, the whole school knew he'd fucked up. He heard the bits about Angel and Logan visiting Principal Smith and something about a photoshoot, and buried his head under his pillow with a groan, vowing never to leave his room again.
[OOC: Anyone who wants to kick Bel's ass feel free to swing by and take a number -- I'm not sure if he'll be leaving his room today. Or ever. ;) ]
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