The Mighty Belthazor

At some point late last night, Bel had staggered back to his room, crawled into bed, and collapsed. Come morning his head was still spinning just a little, and he was disappointed to see Phoebe had snuck off to class. He was also confused -- what had gotten into him last night? He didn't giggle. Okay, maybe when Phoebe was tickling him, but definitely not like he had been last night. One thing he was sure of was that there was no such thing as a demonic giggling power that he could've absorbed in the Wastelands. That was ridiculous.

There were other reasons he was feeling confused (and somewhat excited) this morning, but he didn't know that yet. So for now he decided to stay in bed until he had good reason to get out of it. Maybe he could train the cats to bring him food.


[open!]

The Source flamed into an empty room on the 5th floor. Simple shape-changing wasn't a good idea for him at the moment, not without having to take out whomever he was impersonating permanently, which could possibly be discovered and lead right back to him.

Fortunately, he had another option available.

He pulled out his cell phone and called Blair.


[ooc: Locked to lovechildblair. Empty room used with admin permission. If it turns out this room is used for some purpose I'm not aware of (it's empty on the housing list), please just ping me and I can change the number.]

Homecoming had gone off without a hitch. Almost. After picking up Veronica, he'd ordered flowers for Phoebe. Willow and Hermione had provide the pumpkin coach. He'd borrowed Old Man from Pippi to pull it. And Isabel had transformed Phoebe's shoes into glass slippers. He'd left a note for Phoebe along with the jewelry he'd bought her to go downstairs, where her horse-drawn carriage had taken her to dinner, and then to the Homecoming dance. There were pictures and dancing, and Phoebe was having the time of her life.

Then he'd run into Logan at the punchbowl which ended in a fight that fortunately for Logan had been interrupted by walter and the Doctor. Another few minutes and he might have killed him, and strangely that thought didn't bother him as much as it should have.

Saturday he'd had detention that Phale had given him after he threatened Joxer in Prophecy. The moron had it coming, though; Bel refused to back down from that. Hence...detention. It wasn't a bad detention, since there was fighting, then Dr. Wilson had talked to him over lunch, and then more fighting. He still bore the injuries from that fight, knife slashes across his arms and chest. But fighting felt good.

Then he'd gotten a message from Angel to meet him at J,GoB. He debated not going, figuring Angel was just going to be pissed about the fight with Logan, and he didn't have much to say to him anyway. But he went. He'd felt angry and defensive, and when Angel made him promise to call if he was having difficulties, he wasn't sure he'd actually do it. Where before he'd wanted nothing but Angel's approval, now he just felt bitterness.

The next morning, he'd gone to Luke's for breakfast and ended up accidentally punching Cally in the face. He felt bad about it and took her home, but part of him worried that maybe it hadn't been an accident. Maybe he hit her on purpose.

Finishing up the weekend had been running into Piper in the park and taking Veronica home -- who had proceeded to try to get him to talk to her about what was gonig on. How could he tell her that everything was spinning out of control? The only one thing he was sure of anymore was his love for Phoebe, and from what he'd been seeing of the future, maybe that wouldn't even be enough to save him.


[ooc: Open for the girlfriend or anyone who wants to knock on the door, otherwise just a linkdrop.]

Bel was tired. And sore.

Last night, he'd been awaken from a sound sleep by John Connor screaming on the other side of the cabin. He'd gone over to see what the hell was going on, and John had attacked him. Of course he'd defended himself. But then when John attacked Lana and then Maia, he'd become enraged, lost control over his temper, and come close to killing John. If John had hurt Phoebe, he probably would have killed him.

So he was decidedly emo about how easy it was to slip into demon form. He was stiff and sore. And he was pissy about getting detention for defending himself and the girls.

Staying in bed today seemed a good idea.


[ooc: open to the girlfriend, any Koala residents who might pop their heads in, or anyone who has reason to visit Bel.]