demonbelthazor: (Naked in bed)
Bel had safely stashed Phoebe in another room in the hotel, up on one of the higher floors away from everyone else. She hadn't been entirely happy with him locking her up there, but he wanted to keep her safe and hidden from Veronica and Piper or anyone else that might try to take her away.

He'd shimmered out to locate his volatile vampire and found her with Lindsey and Piper. Having Phoebe back certainly hadn't instantly restored him to good guy status since he never quite got there to begin with in his world due to her death, so he hadn't exactly stepped in to stop them. He was more than happy to let veronica distract herself with Piper, and getting rid of the witch would make sure that she wouldn't try to take Phoebe from him. He'd just totally blame it on Veronica and Lindsey, and what Phoebe didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Of course, torture always got him worked up and horny, and Veronica was doing her best to seduce him, and even with Phoebe back he still had a thing for vampires and he hadn't progressed past his jackass days (and still hadn't, if you asked Logan or Anakin), so he didn't exactly fight to hard about being dragged to bed with Veronica. And Lindsey. Piper having to witness the debauchery was just icing on the proverbial cake.

Come the next morning, Piper was still tied to a chair, and Bel was in the bed tangled up in post-coital bliss with his vampires. Except they weren't vampires anymore, and he was back to being his true self. And waking up to a very girly scream from Lindsey.

[For the orgy pile and the disgusted witness. And possibly anyone looking for them. ;) ]
demonbelthazor: (Lying in bed expectantly)
As Bel began to wake up, he realized he was warm. Well, as a demon he was always warm, but when it was a vampire who was in your bed, they tended to leech the heat away. Not only was he warm, but there was more than one body in the bed with him. His memory was foggy enough that he couldn't remember exactly whom he'd slept with last night. Veronica? Lindsey? Tyler? All three? Not that he discriminated much about sharing his bed. Whoever it was, they must've left to feed and returned. Hence the warmth.

He opened his eyes, but it didn't register right away that there was a window in the room, and sunlight was streaming through the curtains. Instead he was staring at the woman curled against him. The other occupant of the bed was forgotten in his shock. It wasn't possible.

"Phoebe!" he said, pulling her into his arms as she made a sleepy noise of protest. She was alive. He didn't understand or care how, but she was alive.


[For the other occupants of the bed. Up early in case I sleep late. In case?]
demonbelthazor: (Lying down)
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!]
demonbelthazor: (Hand on head)
After running into Anders, Bel headed back to Xander's place so he could charge his cell or find another phone to give Phoebe a call.

[For [livejournal.com profile] future_visions or anyone present in the Harris Halfway House.]
demonbelthazor: (Contemplative)
With no workshops that day, Bel busied himself researching mermaids. Most of what he found on the web was just fluff. Reading a few demomic sites he still had access to, however, gave him the information he was looking for. The Sea Hag. Allegedly she was a demon with the power to transform mermaids into humans, but she would only do so for a price. Fine. He'd find her and pay it.

The only question was how to find her.

[open if anyone cares to console Bel about his girlfriend being sushi (or any other reason)]
demonbelthazor: (Juvenile delinquent)
Too restless to sleep, Bel left Phoebe to slumber peacefully and wandered the halls of the hotel. He felt drawn to the second floor but tried to resist, ending up on the third floor instead. Debating going outside to find a demon or two to vanquish, he padded silently down the hall.

Veronica had far too much on her mind to actually sleep. )


[ooc: NFB due to distance, no interaction due to said same distance and because of the fact that [livejournal.com profile] marsheadtilt and I are frakkin' exhausted.]
demonbelthazor: (Shadow)
Smoking a cigarette, Bel watched the luau at the main campfire from the shadows beside the Koala cabin. He wasn't feeling very social. In fact, he was downright cranky. And worried. Talking to Blair had helped a little, but he was still disconcerted with how easily demon instincts had come back to him. So much for dedicating himself to good.

Throwing down the cigarette butt, he stalked off into the woods to brood alone.


[Locked to she who knows who she is.]
demonbelthazor: (Belthazor)
After visiting Allie at the clinic, Bel headed back to the dorms for his sixth period sociology class. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Dr. Grissom yet about his involvement in getting him out of jail, and he was eagerly awaiting the chance to thank him.

As he walked down the hall, he spotted Veronica heading to her own sixth period class. Bel looked around, saw no one was paying much attention, and grabbed Veronica by the arm, pulling her with him into the nearby men's room.


[ooc: The fact Bel pulled V into the bathroom is fine for broadcast, the conversation itself is NFB. Speculate as you will. ;) ]
demonbelthazor: (Crossed arms)
After leaving Allie at the diner, Bel shimmered to the old warehouse on the edge of town. He had no idea why Veronica wanted to meet him there of all places, but he hadn't had the chance to ask for an explanation after she'd passed him the note in Sociology.

Finding a spot where a streetlight outside streamed through a cracked window, Bel lit a cigarette and waited. )

[Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] marsheadtilt, no IC interruption possible.]

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