Mid-Evening

[demonbelthazor]

After meeting with Crowley, Belthazor stalked through Fandom Town. Some rational part of him that remained knew it would be a bad idea to return to the dorms now. A very bad idea. Rage was consuming him. It would be dangerous to cross his path right now.



[OOC: But, you know, you're welcome to. ;) ]

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Walking home from getting a light dinner she spies a form she hasn't seen since homecoming. Smiling she raises her hand in greeting.] Hi Belthazor!




((yeah, glutton for punishment. Made you this way, now wants the pain. Silly mun))

[demonbelthazor]

"Get out of my way, bitch," Belthazor snarled, pushing CJ roughly out of his path.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She falls down, hard, her smile gone.] Wow...he's pissed.

[She gets up, brushes herself off, and goes to call the police for assault.]

[vampire-darla.livejournal.com]

Darla saw Belthazor push a woman down, and her interest sharpened. She'd seen Angelus off to be pious at a memorial for someone-or-other and amused herself by learning the layout of her new town.

She watched the woman rise and brush herself off, and idly toyed with feeding. But Angelus had warned her that there were many, many people in this town who knew exactly what a vampire bite looked like, and both wheeled and threatened her into agreeing to be good. Bag blood was sustinance, and barely that, but the hell they could raise in this town by playing people off each other was unparalleled.

After the memorial service

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka left the memorial service after the last of the speeches. She felt vaguely guilty about having sat there chatting with Angelus, and needed to walk it off before meeting up with him.

She had no particular destination in mind. Just wandering. Curfew wasn't for awhile yet, so there was still time.

Re: After the memorial service

[demonbelthazor]

After pushing CJ, Belthazor saw Beka approaching. "Done trying to fuck Angelus at the funeral?" he sneered at her.

Re: After the memorial service

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Done assaulting innocent professors?" She stalked toward him.

Re: After the memorial service

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna got her mind down from the moon and glanced around. "What the hell is going on?"

Re: After the memorial service

[demonbelthazor]

"Fuck off, kid," Belthazor snapped at Alanna.

Re: After the memorial service

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Bel..." Beka warned. "Don't."

Re: After the memorial service

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna raised a brow. "Ain't someone in a good mood tonight?" She almost drawled, trying to discretely catch her breath. "Wanna calm down a bit before you get on school grounds?"

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. Bel's upset. This isn't like him," Beka told her.

Re: After the memorial service

[demonbelthazor]

"Why, you wanna play, too?" Belthazor growled. "Guess Angelus didn't tired you out then."

Re: After the memorial service

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Bel. I want to play. But let's take it somewhere you won't get arrested or worse," she said, more concerned now than angry. "As for Angelus and me, jealous much?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna was running laps around the island, Faithful in her room meowling about crazy squires who actually wanted to exercise. Her mind was a few miles away so she didn't even notice Belthazor until she nearly ran into him.

In a dark corner of the park

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara cowers under a tree, low-hanging branches not quite obscuring her from view, rocking herself back and forth as she mutters to herself.

Re: In a dark corner of the park

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor shimmered in front of the tree Tara crouched under. "Hey, teach," he said, a predatory smile on his lips.

Re: In a dark corner of the park

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Don't hurt me," Tara says, without looking up. "I'll be good, I'm sorry."

Re: In a dark corner of the park

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor reached down and yanked Tara to her feet. "Oh, no, good is the problem," he said. "If you were bad, I wouldn't be doing this."

Re: In a dark corner of the park

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Stumbling, Tara clutches Belthazor's arms. "Bad girl. Dirty. Worthless. Wrong."

NFB or the faint of heart

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara runs, branches like fingers, grabbing at her, trying to hold her down. She can't see the stars, can't see her own feet, the stitch in her side burning like heavy fists, raining down upon her.

There's nowhere he can't find her.

Re: NFB or the faint of heart

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Tara?" Shane yelled, ducking branches and dodging tree roots and stumps as she ran, long legs carrying her quickly over the cold grass and dirt. "Tara! Tara, love, answer me, please! It's me!"

Re: NFB or the faint of heart

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Shane's voice sinking into her consciousness through the fear, Tara stops, ducking behind a tree to watch for her. Her back feels open and vulnerable.

He is here somewhere, with hard hands and burning flame, and there's another - a lady with a rock, not mommy, not mommy, who hit him and hurt him and made him stop, but will she stop?

Re: NFB or the faint of heart

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Lungs burning from the cold as well as the effort, Shane's running steps falter to a stop and she takes a moment to scan the area around her, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything that might lead her in the right direction.

Her heart seizes in her chest as they catch on the sight of tiny tree branches, broken off and still hanging from the limbs, just a few feet from her. Taking a few deep breaths, she walks quickly in that direction.

"Tara!" She yells, eyes darting around from one tree to the next to still another. "Where are you, love? Speak to me!"

Re: NFB or the faint of heart

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara's hand snakes out from behind a tree, pulling Shane to her and hugging her hard, trembling.

"Quiet," she whispers. "They'll hear."