[Late Tuesday Night, the Maru, locked to Belthazor and Beka]

[demonbelthazor]

It had been a long, weird day. And the last thing on Belthazor's "to do" list was talking to Beka about what had happened Sunday night. He stopped in his room to check on Phoebe, making sure she was still safe and asleep, then headed out to Beka's ship, where they could have safe, private conversation. He was pretty sure he didn't want to hear what she had to tell him, but he needed to know.

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Fuck," she said eloquently. "So now what?"

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor looked down at the floor. "If I don't report any witches and kill them, either Raynor will kill me, then send someone else to kill them, or he'll come here and make me kill them myself."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"I suppose lying is right out?" If there was a snap in her voice, it was only to keep back the new tears that threatened. Poor Bel. "You can't shimmer somewhere else, kill witches, bring them back-- I can't believe what I'm suggesting." And yet, there had to be somewhere Bel could be a demon without it being a bad thing. "Does he know who they are? Or how many?"

[demonbelthazor]

He looked up and held her gaze. "Three. Sisters."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She held his gaze, mute, hurting with and for him. For several eternal moments, there was nothing to say.

Finally she brought her cigarette to her lips, inhaled, and exhaled a plume of smoke above her head. Crying wouldn't help him, so she gave him what she could. Anger. "Want me to kill you now, leash-lad?"

[demonbelthazor]

"If that's all you think of me, maybe you should give it a try," he said tonelessly.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Once again distracting from the omgbreakage, we're moving over to the margin. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/demonbelthazor/9846.html?thread=138102#t138102)