Streets of Fandom, Saturday Morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel wasn't sure what he was doing in Fandom. He'd just been bored, he guessed, and heading to the island to see what was going on seemed as good an idea as any. Well, ignoring the fact that usually there was some sort of major disaster or something going on whenever he happened to visit.

And it was usually Anakin's fault, of course. He still blamed him for the whole Umbridge thing for inconveniently dying and all.

So he just wandering around town now to see what was going on, as you do.

[Open, but major SP for me as I have guests and it's Pride weekend, wheee. :D ]

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[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

Heads up, Bel. One very excited fan in a pink "Anakin's not that great" t-shirt barreling straight at you.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel had the in-the-headlights stare that much of the island had demonstrated over the past couple of days.

"What? Wait. What? Nice shirt," he said, trying to sidestep.

[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

Oh, fan barnacles are too wily for that, Bel. Her hug was aimed right at your stomach because, "Wow, you're really tall. A lot of people here are freakishly tall. Mostly actors are short, right?"

[demonbelthazor]

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bel said. He was used to not recognizing people on the island now, but not so much with the random hugging. "Are you gremlin bit or something? And watch the hands."

[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

"But your abs are so nice," Kara said. "Way better than these newcomers. I mean, I was totally on board the demon/vamp train way before werewolves became trendy. I was just devastated for you when they took Angelus away."

[demonbelthazor]

"I am so totally over Angelus. Angel. Both of them," Bel said automatically. "Who are you?"

A little help here? Anyone?

[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm Kara," she said, "I'm a huge fan. HUGE. Would you like to read my fic? It's 95 chapters about you, Angelus and Jonothan Crane."

Oh Lord.

[demonbelthazor]

Don't ask don't ask don't ask....

"...doing what?"

[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's 95 chapters, so pretty much everything," Kara said, "but there's a lot of banging each other against a wall."

[demonbelthazor]

"You write about that?" Bel said. "Why the hell would you do that?"

To be honest, he was torn between horror and curiosity. And curiosity won. "Uh, sure, you can show me," he said.

He was going to regret this.

[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

"Because you're hot and you don't nearly enough screen time," Kara told him. "You should come back and teach. You're much more interesting than stupid Anakin."

She pulled out a ream of paper from her knapsack. "Here you go! It's gotten a lot of good reviews."

Not really.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel started to flip through the papers, his brain still trying to parse what the hell this woman was talking about. "Anakin's a jackass," he said out of sheer habit.

OK, that page seemed kinda hot. But he wasn't sure it was physically possible.

[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

It was if your hands were triple jointed or possibly detachable?

"There's plenty of hatesex with you and him too," Kara said, "but it's all about seven years old now."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

And for some god-knows-why reason, Parker had felt like coming back this weekend too.

"You."

It was like some random fangirl had decided they hadn't made peace with each other since, ohh, 2006.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel's eyes narrowed. Of course she'd be here. The thorn in his side. The bane of his existence. Parker.

"You," he said.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You have a lot of nerve, showing up like this."

Parker crossed her arms, tapped her foot, bared her teeth.

"I won't let you get away with it."

Get away with what?

[demonbelthazor]

"Like you could stop me," Bel scoffed. "There's nothing you can do. Nothing."

This time his evil plan was foolproof. Whatever that plan was. Foolproof. And evil. Very very evil.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Sheer elegance in its simplicity?

But was it Parker-proof? Since she was not a fool? And wasn't evil, but very very mean?

"I can take you out before it gets an further," she said menacingly, and pointed her gun at Bel.

[demonbelthazor]

"You know guns can't hurt me," Bel sneered. It was an evil sneer, filled with...evil.

"Everything you love is lost," he said, taking a threatening (and evil) step toward her. "And there's nothing you can do about it." Wait, had he said that already. Well, it needed repeating.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm damn well going to try."

bang bang bang bang bang!

...unfortunately, Parker shot like a Stormtrooper.

"God. Damn. It."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel loomed closer, towering over Parker in a way that seemed to add six more inches to his height. He laughed down at her. It was an evil laugh, of course.

"What did I tell you?" he said. "You are defeated at last, Parker. Just admit it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had a terrible, terrible inkling where this might be going.

"Never!"

And tried to pistol-whip him across the face.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel caught her wrist with one hand, then conjured a fireball in the other. He had Parker exactly where he wanted her. Finally, he could kill her once and for all, and she'd never plague his evil plans again.

But he couldn't do it. His feelings were so conflicted! What was this strange hunger?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Let go of my hand," Parker leaned forward to whisper through gritted teeth. "This is not gonna end well. Really."

Phoebe? Would cry. Jesus. Parker was not on-board for that!

[demonbelthazor]

The fangirl shipping them wasn't a Phoebe fan, alas.

Bel extinguished the fireball and let go of her wrist, taking a confused step back.

"I want you, Parker," he said. "I...need you."