Friday night, in the woods (NFB)

[demonbelthazor]

Smoking a cigarette, Bel watched the luau at the main campfire from the shadows beside the Koala cabin. He wasn't feeling very social. In fact, he was downright cranky. And worried. Talking to Blair had helped a little, but he was still disconcerted with how easily demon instincts had come back to him. So much for dedicating himself to good.

Throwing down the cigarette butt, he stalked off into the woods to brood alone.


[Locked to she who knows who she is.]

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[demonbelthazor]

"He's not around for it to matter."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"How would you feel if I left here without ever forgiving you for what you did to me?" Veronica asked. She knew it was a dirty hit, but maybe it would make him realize what a stubborn ass he was being.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel glared at her. "It's not the same thing!"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"You're right, it's not," Veronica agreed. "You tried to kill me twice and yet here I am standing here talking to you with no fear. Meanwhile, you're sulking because the boy you have a crush on left town with the boy he as a crush on and you all have girlfriends!"

[demonbelthazor]

"That's not why I'm sulking!" Bel protested, flailing maybe a little.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Oh really? Then why are you sulking?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Because the demon in me wants to come out and play!" he snapped at her. "And you should be afraid, since you're out here alone with me."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica kept her gaze steady and forced him to lock eyes with her.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said. "I know you can control those impulses."

[demonbelthazor]

"Are you so sure?" he said. "Didn't do a very good job of it last night."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"You were provoked last night," Veronica reminded him. "You were trying to protect yourself and the woman you love."

[demonbelthazor]

"Doesn't take much to provoke me," Bel said. "But that's up there."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"So don't beat yourself up over it," Veronica said.

Then she glanced at her watch. "Oh hell, I'm late for radio. Can you give me a lift?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Yeah, sure," Bel said, holding out his hand.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Veronica said, taking his hand and bracing herself for the shimmering.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel shimmered them both to the radio station.