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fandomtownies2006-02-04 07:51 pm
demonbelthazor) wrote in fandomtownies2006-02-04 07:51 pm
Around the park, Saturday night
Bel walked through the dark rainy streets of Fandom, trying to sort out what he had to do. Find Darla and Dru and make sure they were all right. Find Blank and kick his ass back to the mainland. Find Phoebe and explain...no, no point in that. He was still fuzzy on what had happened last night. He'd been so sure he was with Phoebe, but it was just some convenient substitute. He'd told her he was sorry and he loved her, but saying that to the real Phoebe now would be pointless.
So what now? He couldn't bring himself to kill her, even now. Or Piper. Maybe if he killed some other witches and brought their heads to the Source he could claim he succeeded in his mission, but even then the Seer or the Oracle might realize the truth. If he didn't kill them, he'd die, or have to run. What kind of demon -- or man -- would he be if he did that?
As he walked he heard music, and against his will he began to sing:
Look at me,
And tell me who I am.
Why I am
What I am.
Call me a fool,
And it's true I am.
I don't know
Who I am.
It's such a shame,
I'm such a sham.
No one knows
Who I am.
Am I the face of the future?
Am I the face of the past?
Am I the one who must finish last?
Look at me,
And tell me who I am,
Why I am
What I am.
Will I survive?
Who will give a damn,
If no one knows
Who I am?
Nobody knows -
Not even you -
No one knows who I am...
So what now? He couldn't bring himself to kill her, even now. Or Piper. Maybe if he killed some other witches and brought their heads to the Source he could claim he succeeded in his mission, but even then the Seer or the Oracle might realize the truth. If he didn't kill them, he'd die, or have to run. What kind of demon -- or man -- would he be if he did that?
As he walked he heard music, and against his will he began to sing:
Look at me,
And tell me who I am.
Why I am
What I am.
Call me a fool,
And it's true I am.
I don't know
Who I am.
It's such a shame,
I'm such a sham.
No one knows
Who I am.
Am I the face of the future?
Am I the face of the past?
Am I the one who must finish last?
Look at me,
And tell me who I am,
Why I am
What I am.
Will I survive?
Who will give a damn,
If no one knows
Who I am?
Nobody knows -
Not even you -
No one knows who I am...
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"Cole?"
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
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You were everything, everything that she wanted
You were meant to be, supposed to be, but you lost it
And all of the memories, so close to her, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for your happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
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You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But you know so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
You never even asked why I did this
You never even acted like you cared
All the things you hid from me
All the shit that feel you have to do
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be...
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You were everything, everything that she wanted
You were meant to be, supposed to be, but you lost it
And all of the memories, so close to her, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for your happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
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It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we never had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done...
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You were everything, everything that she wanted
You were meant to be, supposed to be, but you lost it
And all of the memories, so close to her, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for your happy ending!
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Tell me, Raynor
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault
I'm not to blame
It is the human girl
The witch who sent this flame
It's not my fault
If in god's plan
He made the demon so much
Stronger than a man
Protect me, Raynor
Don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Phoebe
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
Hellfire
Dark fire
Now witch, it's your turn
Choose me or
Your pyre
Be mine or you will burn
God have mercy on her
God have mercy on me
But she will be mine
Or she will burn!
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Before she can help herself she's pushed forward and right into Bel's face.
Hit the Road, Cole, and don'tcha come back
No more no more no more no more,
Hit the Road, Cole, and don'tcha come back no more.
Old demon, old demon, oh you treat her so mean,
You're the meanest old demon that we've ever seen,
And now I guess on our say so
You'll have to pack your things and go ("That's right" Kiki throws in.)
Now demon, listen demon, don't you treat her this-a way
'Cause she'll be back on her feet some day,
Don't care if you do, cause it's understood,
You ain't got no soul, you just ain't no good
Now I guess on our say so
You'll have to pack your things and go (That's right)
Kiki moves up right beside her, snapping her fingers to the best and joining in on the choruses.
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//You've offended the honor of my future bride. FOr this...you must pay.//
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"This..." Kiki says slowly, "could be bad." She exchanges a fearful glance with Lana.
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But as with everything else it comes out as singing. Only this time it's an octave or more below her normal range. She grabs at her throat and looks at Kiki in shock. 'What was *that*?" she mouths.
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