The Mighty Belthazor

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*]

 

Moving was easy when you were a demon that could teleport. Bel gathered up the things he and Phoebe would need for their cabin and shimmered over to get things set up. It took more than one trip to get all the things Phoebe wanted. He could've waited until tomorrow to do it since he had no workshops on Monday, but why bother? Tuesday morning was archery, Wednesday was photography (not that he had any interest in it, but Veronica had headtilted at him), Thursday was leadership, and Friday was "Flight and Flying," which, okay, he took just for the opportunity to harass Anakin.

As he dragged one bed from alcove 1 to alcove 3 and pushed it against the bed that was already there, he idly wondered who was in the other half of the cabin. Might be awkward if any of the many new demon hunters were living right next door.


[Open like an open thing that opens.]

So his first 24 hours in jail hadn't been too bad. He'd gotten visits from five cute girls (even if one of them was responsible for leaving him unable to free himself from the cell) and one cat. Everybody seemed to believe he wasn't guilty and promised to help prove it and find who was setting him up.

The time in between visitors was excruciatingly boring, however, at least until Lana gave him some books and paper and pen. One of the troopers had laughingly tossed him a copy of an old issue of Cosmo as well, but he ignored the garishly pink cover with the big yellow letters spelling out "How to find the clinardis."

He hadn't told anyone about the nightmare yet. He had hinted to Phoebe about his worry that maybe he really had been the one to attack Alllie and he simply didn't remember it, but she had dismissed his fears. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if his demon side was capable of suppressing his human side instead of vice versa. Which was stronger, human soul or demon?

When the troopers turned the lights off in his cell and he couldn't even read anymore, he sat on the bed in the darkness, dreading falling asleep. Between the darkness and the boredom, eventually he drifted off.

( He woke up.... )