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demonbelthazor ([personal profile] demonbelthazor) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2005-10-04 04:33 pm

[East Attic -- locked to Belthazor and Phoebe and any roommates who might show up]

Phoebe was back. And she'd agreed to see him. Belthazor shimmered upstairs to the East Attic, appearing outside the door. His heart was racing. He didn't know why he was doing this. He'd decided his necessary course of action last night -- get rid of the soul, and the pain and confusion would all stop. No more human weakness to hinder him. But still she called to him like a Siren. He had to see her or he'd go crazy. But what the hell was he going to say?

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-04 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'd have to be to spend so much time with Angelus!" she muttered. "Maybe I'm one, too. Ever think about that?"

Phoebe sank back down on her bed.
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-04 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why not? Who gets to dictate any of that?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"But what?" Phoebe asked softly, tears sliding down her cheeeks. "Love is supposed to conquer all."
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-04 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're still you."
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-05 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not my friends and I fell in love with you."
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-05 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe lets out a yelp and she falls off the bed. She gets to her knees and just stares at him in shock and a little fear.

"I didn't know vampires could look like that."
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-10-05 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe got slowly to her feet, her gaze still fixed on him. "I didn't see the tape. I'm not one to get involved with too much of the mud-slinging. Don't get me wrong, I want to win. But...it would have hurt too much to watch that tape."

She looked at him, leaning against the wall.

"What are you?"