Suite 518/520, Wednesday Evening - NFB

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was pacing the room. He felt uneasy for some reason, but couldn't put his finger on why. Maybe Phoebe would be able to help him figure it out.

[For the possessed girlfriend, NFB.]

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[demonbelthazor]

"Bitch!" Bel snarled, straining against the spell that held him in place. "I am going to pull you out of there and tear you apart."

[sensethevisions]

"Like, Hell," she purred. "You wouldn't want to damage this body. And even by some stroke of luck you decided to, there are others that would stop you. Anders, for instance..." She smiled. "You have no power over me, Cole. I'm not that weak."

[demonbelthazor]

"You have no idea who you're fucking with," Cole seethed. "I will stop you."

[sensethevisions]

Briana laughed. "The only way to stop me is to kill me... and we know you won't do that." She moved to him and ran a hand down his chest. "Besides... you enjoy what I do to you... how I make your body react."

[demonbelthazor]

Cole might've stiffened if he wasn't already, you know, stiff. "I'll find a way," he said. "She saved me from the Source. I can save her from you."

[sensethevisions]

"The Source? Ahh, Source of All Evil. That's who Wyatt thought I was. Poor guy. He's probably become cat food by now." She smiled at him. "Don't you get it, Cole? Phoebe is never coming back. She's down so far, not even I know where exactly she is." She stroked him again. "She's not like us, you know."

[demonbelthazor]

Cole grit his teeth, trying to ignore the feel of her touching him. He switched tacks. "Phoebe, can you hear me?" he said. "Fight it. Fight her. You're stronger than she is."