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demonbelthazor) wrote2005-09-26 10:52 pm
demonbelthazor) wrote2005-09-26 10:52 pm
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The first thing Belthazor did when he returned to school Monday evening was seek Phoebe out. She began to excitedly babble about going-ons over the weekend -- Zombies? What the hell? -- until he silenced her with a kiss. "Give me a chance to get settled, babe," he told her. "Come by my room at 7:00 and let me know everything that happened."
"Sounds good to me," she said, standing on her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He looked deep into her eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
She looked at him, confused. "Sorry? What do you mean?"
"I...I'm sorry I coudn't be with you all weekend," he said quickly.
She laughed lightly. "Wait until you hear about just what Piper and Paige and I did," she said with a grin. "You'll never let me out of your sight again."
"Maybe I won't," he said, giving her a last lingering kiss. "I'll see you soon."
He headed for his room. He shouldn't have gone to see her like this. He should've just called her instead. Touching her, kissing her...it almost made him lose his resolve. His heart ached to be with her, but such a thing wasn't possible.
He had spent the entire weekend in the Underworld, brooding on his situation. There was no one he trusted enough to confide in. He couldn't talk to Raynor about it, for he already knew what his mentor's reaction would be. He would order him to kill Phoebe to prove that he didn't care for her, and if he refused, Raynor would do it himself, and then most likely destroy Belthazor as well for allowing his human side to come forth.
There was no choice. This was the way it had to be. Things would never work between them. He was a demon. He was evil. She was a human and good. She would hate him if she found out what he was. Or if she somehow managed to stomach it, if she tried to be part of his life, it would destroy her. He couldn't let that happen. She deserved better than him.
Ending it would just have to be cold and swift and sharp. He considered involving Piper, but that might be just too much. He didn't want to hurt her more than he had to. She would find out about Piper soon enough, anyway. If he had known then what he knew now, he would've never used Piper like that but...he couldn't change the past. Maybe he should just show her his demonic form. But if she believed this "soulmate" stuff, then that would not be enough. He coudn't just scare her. He had to hurt her.
So on the way to his room he found a cute fellow student. He didn't ask her her name, he didn't care. He charmed her into coming with him to his room. At 7:00 the expected knock came, but he ignored it. He'd left the door unlocked for a reason.
"C-cole?" was her choked cry as Phoebe opened the door and stepped into the room.
He pulled free from the tangle of naked limbs on his bed and rolled over to look at her. "Phoebe?" He glanced at the clock by the bed. "Shit...I thought I told you 7:30."
"No," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
She was trembling, and part of him screamed to take her in his arms and beg forgiveness and tell her it was all an act. But instead, he sat up and calmly reached for his pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag. "My mistake," he said with a cruel smile. "Wanna let me finish things up here and come back in 20 minutes?"
Tears began to well in her eyes. "How could...how could you do this? You-you said you l-loved me."
"Course I love you, baby," he said. He jerked his head toward the girl on his bed. "I love her, too. Plenty of me to go around." Don't look in her eyes. Don't look at her tears.
"I thought you were my soulmate," she said brokenly. "I love you."
His resolve started to falter. He stood up and took a step towards her. "Phoebe," he said softly, reaching out his hand.
"Don't touch me!" she shrieked, taking a step back. She turned and ran from the room. He shut the door behind her and leaned against it heavily. He didn't expect it to hurt this much. But at least she would be able to get over her own pain. She would heal, move on, and forget about him. His own pain...didn't matter.
"Well, now that that drama's over," the girl on his bed said, "how about finishing what you started, baby?"
He snapped his head around and looked at her coldly. "Get out."
"What?" she said as if unsure she heard him right.
"Get out. Now." The tone of his voice convinced her not to argue the point. She gathered her clothes, quicky dressed, and fled the room as well.
After she'd gone, he sat down on the bed, his face in his hands. It was for her own good. It was what he had to do. She deserved better than him. It was for the best....
"Sounds good to me," she said, standing on her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He looked deep into her eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
She looked at him, confused. "Sorry? What do you mean?"
"I...I'm sorry I coudn't be with you all weekend," he said quickly.
She laughed lightly. "Wait until you hear about just what Piper and Paige and I did," she said with a grin. "You'll never let me out of your sight again."
"Maybe I won't," he said, giving her a last lingering kiss. "I'll see you soon."
He headed for his room. He shouldn't have gone to see her like this. He should've just called her instead. Touching her, kissing her...it almost made him lose his resolve. His heart ached to be with her, but such a thing wasn't possible.
He had spent the entire weekend in the Underworld, brooding on his situation. There was no one he trusted enough to confide in. He couldn't talk to Raynor about it, for he already knew what his mentor's reaction would be. He would order him to kill Phoebe to prove that he didn't care for her, and if he refused, Raynor would do it himself, and then most likely destroy Belthazor as well for allowing his human side to come forth.
There was no choice. This was the way it had to be. Things would never work between them. He was a demon. He was evil. She was a human and good. She would hate him if she found out what he was. Or if she somehow managed to stomach it, if she tried to be part of his life, it would destroy her. He couldn't let that happen. She deserved better than him.
Ending it would just have to be cold and swift and sharp. He considered involving Piper, but that might be just too much. He didn't want to hurt her more than he had to. She would find out about Piper soon enough, anyway. If he had known then what he knew now, he would've never used Piper like that but...he couldn't change the past. Maybe he should just show her his demonic form. But if she believed this "soulmate" stuff, then that would not be enough. He coudn't just scare her. He had to hurt her.
So on the way to his room he found a cute fellow student. He didn't ask her her name, he didn't care. He charmed her into coming with him to his room. At 7:00 the expected knock came, but he ignored it. He'd left the door unlocked for a reason.
"C-cole?" was her choked cry as Phoebe opened the door and stepped into the room.
He pulled free from the tangle of naked limbs on his bed and rolled over to look at her. "Phoebe?" He glanced at the clock by the bed. "Shit...I thought I told you 7:30."
"No," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
She was trembling, and part of him screamed to take her in his arms and beg forgiveness and tell her it was all an act. But instead, he sat up and calmly reached for his pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag. "My mistake," he said with a cruel smile. "Wanna let me finish things up here and come back in 20 minutes?"
Tears began to well in her eyes. "How could...how could you do this? You-you said you l-loved me."
"Course I love you, baby," he said. He jerked his head toward the girl on his bed. "I love her, too. Plenty of me to go around." Don't look in her eyes. Don't look at her tears.
"I thought you were my soulmate," she said brokenly. "I love you."
His resolve started to falter. He stood up and took a step towards her. "Phoebe," he said softly, reaching out his hand.
"Don't touch me!" she shrieked, taking a step back. She turned and ran from the room. He shut the door behind her and leaned against it heavily. He didn't expect it to hurt this much. But at least she would be able to get over her own pain. She would heal, move on, and forget about him. His own pain...didn't matter.
"Well, now that that drama's over," the girl on his bed said, "how about finishing what you started, baby?"
He snapped his head around and looked at her coldly. "Get out."
"What?" she said as if unsure she heard him right.
"Get out. Now." The tone of his voice convinced her not to argue the point. She gathered her clothes, quicky dressed, and fled the room as well.
After she'd gone, he sat down on the bed, his face in his hands. It was for her own good. It was what he had to do. She deserved better than him. It was for the best....