South Attic, Friday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sat in the dark in the empty South Attic. The power wasn't out in the school, but the dark suited his mood better. He was dwelling on how his relationship with Phoebe had ended, and how she apparently had run to Crowley for protection. And what Crowley had made him do. No, not made him. It had been his choice, to show he was willing to do anything to protect Phoebe, even if she no longer wanted him in her life.

So now he did the only sensible thing. Tried to drink himself into oblivion.




OOC: For cookinggeek -- comments are NFB.

Comments

[absolutesnark]

Piper glanced at Bel sympathetically. He did look so miserable. Kind of like how she felt.

"She loves you. Maybe she'll forgive you, too."

[demonbelthazor]

"Maybe. But she's better off without me," Bel said. "Safer. No more demon attacks like the last one."

[absolutesnark]

"I thought they attacked her because she's a witch?"

[demonbelthazor]

...

"Uhhh," Bel tried to hastily think of a way out of this slip. "You're right. Yeah. Nevermind."

[absolutesnark]

Piper looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing. She really wasn't in the mood to glare at him.

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm sure she'll be back to talk to you soon," Bel said hastily, suddenly sobering up.

[absolutesnark]

"Hopefully," Piper said quietly. "I should go. Just needed to talk to you. I think you understand how I'm feeling more than anyone else right now."

[demonbelthazor]

"Yeah," Bel agreed. "I do. Um...thanks. I'm sorry about how this happened."