The Mighty Belthazor

Bel didn't get sick often, especially since he picked up the nifty insta-healing powers in the Wastelands. But there were a few things that could still knock him off his feet, such as, unfortunately, the common cold. And said cold turned Bel into a whiny, cranky, miserable patient indeed.

Phoebe had gone to the store to buy a bottle of medicine for him. It was the most vile thing he had ever tasted, and living in the Underworld, he had tasted a lot of vile things. But he began to feel a little better, so he figured that more of a good thing was a better thing and chugged the whole bottle.

This could prove to be a biiiiig mistake.

Especially because his cell phone was in easy reach.


[For returned phone calls (hee) and Hyperion inhabitants, and brought to you by the fact that I am sick as a dog and high on NyQuil. NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant frakking Q!]

Bel sighed and looked around the mostly empty living room. They'd packed up everything and he'd shimmered most of it to storage, some of it to Piper and Veronica's apartment, where he and Phoebe would be staying for awhile until they found a place of their own. What was left was mostly bags they'd carry with them, and the cats, of course, who were being remarkably calm about the whole thing.

He'd changed so much when he had come to this place. He'd been sent to learn to live among humans, and it had worked far too well. Raynor had never expected Belthazor to learn to love and care again. No one had expected him to become the Source of All Evil, except, perhaps, the Seer. He'd turned his back on the Underworld, he'd died, he'd been brought back to life. Not bad for two years.

He thought about everybody who had already left before him -- Angel, Piper, Veronica, Lindsey, Blair, Alanna, Nadia, Cally, and Marie -- and the people he was leaving behind, like Lana, Isabel, Phale and Wilson. And Anders. That was the hardest one of all.

This sucked.


[ooc: door and post are open, of course. This will be Bel's last dorm post. Slight bit of OCD for Phoebe and Anders, who likely won't be able to tag back until afternoon and evening respectively due to work. I believe it's okay for teachers/townies to come to the room to see them off; please ping me if I'm wrong and we'll do a townie post set later in the day.

*wibbles and clings*]

Despite not having class until fourth period, Bel was up earlier, waiting for Isabel to come by. He'd fed the cats, made breakfast, and was now lounging on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV until he found Enchanted reruns. The fact that it was the vampire episode didn't influence his decision to stay on that channel, not at all.

[For izzyalienqueen, but open.]

 

After Pop Culture, Bel returned to his room. He was trying not to think too much about tomorrow and going to the Underworld to rescue his father. Funny how being human really did give him the feeling of butterflies in his stomach.


[ooc: for izzyalienqueen or anyone who need speak with the ex-demon.]

After this:

You're here. Trapped inside. You can't get out.

The human soul is the weak one, not me.

You're trapped here. You're the weak one.

I'm a killer. He is a killer. He can't fight me for long.

He can. He will. And his friends will help him.

Bel awoke with a cry as he threw the fireball at Isabel. The trooper on guard shone a light into his cell, blinding him momentarily. "Quiet in there," he ordered.

He settled back down on the bed, shivering under the blanket. Isabel had said he couldn't hurt her in the dream, but he couldn't help but worry that he had.

He can. He will. And his friends will help him.

Trying to take strength from Isabel's words, he fell into the first restful sleep he'd had in days.