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 had been frozen by Fauxbe's spell for almost two days now.

He was starting to get hungry. The cats were somewhat bemused, but had not yet decided to use him as a scratching post.


[For she who knows who she is.]

Late in the afternoon, the Source headed up to the roof for a smoke. Stupid Belthazor and his stupid nicotine addiction which he'd inherited. No one was around, so he lit the cigarette with a fireball and looked out on the school grounds, contemplating his next actions.

The Slayer was alive, somehow. She'd been dead when he left her, but someone had somehow revived her. Fortunately her brush with death must've affected her memory, since no one had come after him. But there was a risk that it could come back at any minute.

And Anders had betrayed him and told Parker about their relationship. Fortunately it seemed that Parker was keeping her mouth shut, but that could prove troublesome if she went to Phoebe about it. The tonic he'd been feeding Phoebe was making her dark side emerge, but he wasn't certain it was enough yet, and he didn't want to take that risk, either. It was possible he'd have to deal with Parker. And Anders, of course. The Source didn't take treachery lightly.


[ooc: locked to mparkerceo]