The Wastelands, Sunday Morning Fandom Standard Time - NFB
A pink, tentacle-like tongue snaked around Bel's ankle, jerking him off his feet and dragging him over the sands. Bel grabbed desperately at the rocks, trying to fight the pull, but he couldn't find a good grip. Then the essence of a demon dropped from the skies, and the hungry appendage released Bel, slithering over to the blue energy and sucking it down. The powers of a vanquished demon were apparently much more appetizing than he was. Bel scrambled away and sought refuge on top of a pile of rocks.
Fortunately, he couldn't remember being hungry since he'd awoken here. Or thirsty. He didn't need to eat of drink, or sleep apparently, but he did tire out and need to rest after running from the Beast. He was glad of the lack of sleep, at least, because whenever he closed his eyes, he'd see the faces of all the people he'd hurt. Phoebe. Anders. Dr. Wilson. Cally. Veronica, Piper, and Cameron. Angela and Marty. Buffy. Isabel and Parker. Blair. Angel...and even Logan. He'd fought back when he could, but as the Source grew stronger and he grew weaker, he'd been unable to do anything but watch as the Source harmed his friends. If only he'd been stronger....
He looked over the rocky ledge to the ground below, where he could see the Beast burrowing beneath the sand. He didn't want to spend eternity like this, running and wallowing in guilt. Maybe it would be better if he just let it end now. He just wished he could see Phoebe one last time.
[NFB due to, well, deadness.]
Fortunately, he couldn't remember being hungry since he'd awoken here. Or thirsty. He didn't need to eat of drink, or sleep apparently, but he did tire out and need to rest after running from the Beast. He was glad of the lack of sleep, at least, because whenever he closed his eyes, he'd see the faces of all the people he'd hurt. Phoebe. Anders. Dr. Wilson. Cally. Veronica, Piper, and Cameron. Angela and Marty. Buffy. Isabel and Parker. Blair. Angel...and even Logan. He'd fought back when he could, but as the Source grew stronger and he grew weaker, he'd been unable to do anything but watch as the Source harmed his friends. If only he'd been stronger....
He looked over the rocky ledge to the ground below, where he could see the Beast burrowing beneath the sand. He didn't want to spend eternity like this, running and wallowing in guilt. Maybe it would be better if he just let it end now. He just wished he could see Phoebe one last time.
[NFB due to, well, deadness.]