The Hyperion, Saturday Morning

[demonbelthazor]

As Bel began to wake up, he realized he was warm. Well, as a demon he was always warm, but when it was a vampire who was in your bed, they tended to leech the heat away. Not only was he warm, but there was more than one body in the bed with him. His memory was foggy enough that he couldn't remember exactly whom he'd slept with last night. Veronica? Lindsey? Tyler? All three? Not that he discriminated much about sharing his bed. Whoever it was, they must've left to feed and returned. Hence the warmth.

He opened his eyes, but it didn't register right away that there was a window in the room, and sunlight was streaming through the curtains. Instead he was staring at the woman curled against him. The other occupant of the bed was forgotten in his shock. It wasn't possible.

"Phoebe!" he said, pulling her into his arms as she made a sleepy noise of protest. She was alive. He didn't understand or care how, but she was alive.


[For the other occupants of the bed. Up early in case I sleep late. In case?]

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[demonbelthazor]

That was crazy talk, but...Phoebe. "Then we need to figure out how to get back to our own world," Bel said. He looked at Phoebe. "And I'm taking you with me."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was really getting tired of Veronica, and if it wasn't for the fact that she knew that hurting this version would hurt her version of her friend, she would have thrown a potion or staked her by now.

"So now you're an empath?" Phoebe asked with disdain in her voice. "I'm not lying. This is not Fandom and it's the year 2010. The real you isn't a skanky bitch-whore and Cole is a good man who has a nice life here."

She looked at Cole and shook her head. "You can't take me back with you. It won't work that way."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica shifted her face again. "This is the real me. The real me that got changed a long time ago because her so-called friends didn't care enough to try to save her. Bel's mine now, so back the fuck off."

You know, except when he was with Lindsey or Tyler. Or one of his vamp whores. Or when she felt like sleeping around.

[sensethevisions]

"Fuck you," she hissed angrily. "I know about that world and what happened to me and what happen to my friends -- including you. Cole has always been mine and I have always been his. If you've been warming his bed --" she cleared her throat pointedly "--it's only because he couldn't have the real, better thing."

She didn't care if this was a version of Veronica, no one got to say that about her sister.

She was watching Veronica, but her next words were directed at Cole. "If that bitch steps one foot into this room I will kill her no matter what she means to you."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel caught hold of Phoebe's arm. "I'll make it work that way," he said. "I told you, I'm not letting you go again." He shot a dark look to Veronica. "And you're going to have to deal with it. She was mine way before you were."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"She's going to get you killed," Veronica said. "I'm going to find Lindsey and Tyler."

[sensethevisions]

"I would never let anything happen to him," she growled.

Notice that she hadn't yanked her arm away from Cole yet.

[demonbelthazor]

"Go find them," Bel agreed. "And tell me what you find out. Watch yourself." He didn't want to see her getting staked.

Once Veronica had gone, he turned his full attention back to Phoebe. "You can lose the clothes now," he grinned.