demonbelthazor | Confronting the Source

"Willing to take the risk?" the Source said. "Such a good friend."

"He'd rather die then let you keep Phoebe," Isabel said.

"And you know this because you went walking through his head?" the Source sneered. "Maybe you saw exactly what I wanted you to see."

Isabel scoffed, secure enough in her own abilities to not believe him. "I saw the truth. He's trapped in there and if we can't get him free he wants you dead, no matter what.

"And you're going to be the one to do it?" the Source smirked. "Somehow, I don't think you have it in you."

"I do," Piper said confidently, even though the thought of vanquishing Bel was a difficult one. "I know it's what he'd want."

"Ah, but it's you I have to thank, Piper," the Source said. "You made the potion that made it so easy for me to slip in and take over."

"I don't believe that," Piper said, though there was doubt in her voice. "You would have taken over anyway."

"It was foreseen," the Source admitted. "But you created the void in him that was just screaming to be filled."

"Enough of the frakkin' pillow talk!" Mel yelled making a wild swing at Bel with the scythe."

The Source dodged back. "Little girl with a big axe, you think you can hurt me?" he laughed.

"Got nothing else to do on a Monday night," Mel growled as she lunged at him again with the scythe. "Hell, I hear Tuesdays are the days I really need to look out for."

Bel moved back out of range, right into the crystal circle. "I'm tired of playing," he said, conjuring a fireball. "I think it's time to put an end to things."

"You've got that much right," Wyatt said, darting forward and putting the last crystal into place. Lights spray up from each crystal, forming a cage of energy around the Source.

This? Not good. The Source pressed against the boundaries of the prison, trying to find a way out, glaring at the others.

Jo frowned. "Was this supposed to turn him into a mime?"

"Oh great," Angel said, "Now he's even more annoying."

"This won't hold me!" the Source snapped, if only to prove he had a voice and was not a frakking mime.

"Wonderful," Jo said. "Not just a mime, but an incompetent one."

The Source was actually starting to get nervous now. He shed his defiant stance and looked pleadingly out of the prison. "Isabel," he called desperately. "You can't let them do this. You can't let them kill me."

Isabel crossed her arms and straightened her back. "I'd do it myself it I could. I just want my friend to be at peace," she said steadily.

"Isabel, it's me!" the Source said, reaching out as much as the prison would allow. "It's Bel! Stop them, please!"

"Bel, if it is really you, then I'm sorry. There's no other way. I've looked," Isabel said sadly. "But if this is all some sort of trick? I hope you rot in hell."

The Source glared and tried a different approach, looking over toward the group gathered around Phoebe. "Anders!" he snapped. "Come here!"

Anders's head snapped up at the sound of his name, and he took a cautious step or two forward. "If you think you can keep ordering me around like some little puppy, that's not happening any more," he said -- keeping his voice tight to suppress any shaking that might give away how he really felt.

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