fandomtownies | Early Monday Evening, the Park

Belthazor walked through the park, heading for Caritas, lost in thought. Monday nights were Phoebe's student council night, so bored and looking for something to do, he'd decided to head to Caritas so he could have a drink and ~~mock~~ listen to people singing.

He had everything he needed now. He had the ingredients, he had the spell. His skill in sorcery wasn't impressive, but it was adequate for this simple magic. He even knew he would succeed, thanks to Phoebe's premonition. She'd seen Angelus free again. Maybe not this first attempt, but surely one of the things he had planned would work and tear the unwanted soul right out of Angelus.

Except that same premonition had sent Phoebe running to his enemies to tell them. He didn't know whom she had talked to, but he was certain she had told someone. She was as torn between love and duty as he, but she couldn't live with herself if she ignored a chance to stop innocent blood from being shed. So she would warn them, and they would try to stop him.

What would she do when they tried to kill him?

If he was a proper demon, he would kill her for her betrayal. No, he would've killed her weeks ago, and her sisters with her, when he realized they were the Charmed Ones. By letting her live, he was betraying the Underworld. The remainder of his life would be measured in days at best once Raynor and the Source found that out. He just hoped by then Phoebe was strong enough to survive the attacks that would follow. He'd been trying to teach her to fight, but her powers were passive, unlike her sister's. Going one on one against a demon, she didn't stand a chance.

He idly wondered if since he was already betraying the Source, why couldn't he betray Angelus as well and just abandon any attempt to free him? Because Angelus was here and the Source was not? Because Angelus had claimed him, and Raynor had given him over? Because Angelus gave him the respect he craved by never got from anyone in the Underworld? Because it wasn't just duty, it was revenge, payback on those who had taken his friend away. They -- even Angel -- wanted him to believe that Angelus would kill him if he brought him back, but that was ridiculous. For one thing, he'd be grateful. For another, Angelus wouldn't have bothered to claim him as his own from Raynor if he didn't need him.

He could justify risking himself to bring Angelus back, but Phoebe? She'd put herself between anyone Angelus wanted to harm. And she'd put herself between him and anyone who tried to kill him. He didn't want her in the middle. Like him.

[OOC: Open for interaction if you want to play poke the angsty demon on his way to Caritas. ;) ]

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"Good evening, Bel. Long time no see."

"Darla," Bel said, turning to see her standing in the shadows. "Pleasure to see you again."

"Funny. I wouldn't have said that given how little I've seen you." Her tone is acid. "A little too busy with your little bitch witch, hmm?"

"I've been busy with a lot of things," Bel said, his tone less friendly. "Like the return of our mutual friend."

"I'm glad to hear that you still remember Angelus," Darla said in a sugary-sweet tone. "As far as I could tell, you'd completely forgotten your friend."

"Not even close," Bel growled. "I've been thinking about him a lot. Trust me. I'm so sick of Angel I can't even describe it."

Wilson was out for a walk, restless legs and all that, plus concern over the phone call House had gotten from his mother. He was using the clear night air to help chase out his own mental cobwebs, trying to sort through sound medical advice, vs emotional reaction.

Hands in the pockets of his overcoat, he happened to look up and spot a familiar blonde head. Brightening and before taking into account the taller figure with Darla, Wilson called out cheerfully.

"Darla! Good evening."

"I'm only grateful I've heard about him, rather than having to see him." Darla pushed one hand through her hair, letting it fall in disarray around her shoulders. "I hate this. Waiting. Knowing that all that glorious power and viciousness is locked up inside a soul."

"Seeing it sucks," Bel agreed grumpily. "He's all holier than thou and protecting innocent children and puppies."

Seeing Wilson approach, Bel cleared his throat and looked over Darla's shoulder.

Startled when someone called her name, Darla looks around. "James," she said. "Good evening." She tries to unclench her fists and find a alluring smile.

He'd already altered course and come up closer by the time he spied Bel. Recognizing the young man immediately from the clinic and then from a conversation with Crowley, Wilson blinked and cast a slightly worried glance towards Darla.

Still he kept his tone light and friendly as he finished walking towards them both.

"I apologize for interupting you two. I just, hadn't seen you since the whole avocado situation and wanted to say hello. Good evening, Bel."

"Hey," Bel said neutrally, unsure if Wilson knew what Darla was.

"I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you that day," Darla said to Wilson. "I'm sure that whatever caused... purple avocados to appear in random places would have been an interesting story." She cast a level look at Bel, which she hoped communicated, He knows little, don't help him along. "Do you know..." she started to ask, then realized she had no idea if Bel went by his demon name among the humans, and ended with a graceful wave.

"Oh it was." He said with good natured merriment and if there was a glance, he didn't catch it or perhaps misinterpreted it.

"Bel? Yes, we've met...well, sort of. I don't know that he would remember me." Wilson said with professional sort of ease and inwardly it was his turn to wonder if Darla knew who and what she was talking with.

"Yeah, I remember," Bel said. He grinned ruefully. "The clinic, right? It's kinda vague, but yeah."

Realizing that he probably just intruded on the pair, Wilson returned Bel's rueful smile.

"Yes, exactly. I must say it's much better seeing you on your feet. But I fear I've interupted. Darla, another time. Bel." He nodded to both and headed off.

Now he had a couple of things to be thinking about.

[ooc: Damn east coast time and work schedule. Didn't want to hold you guys up when I drop off here shortly so, thanks for letting me swing through!! :D]

Bel watched Wilson go, then turned to Darla and raised an eyebrow. "Friend of yours?"

[ooc: Is it wrong of me that I want to send a hapless little mortal into the middle of this?]

[[*crooks finger*]] C'mere.

[ooc: *pouts* Locked now, just like me to miss the boat!]

[OOC: Nah, come on in. ;) ]

[ooc: *Squee!*]

[ooc: why couldn't he betray Angelus as well and just abandon any attempt to free him? Because he looks so damn hot in the leather pants. Admit it.]

[OOC: *cough* See my last mun LJ entry.]

[ooc: *snerks, goes to look*]

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