Suite 518/520, Saturday morning
When Bel woke up that morning, he knew something was wrong. Phoebe wasn't there. There was no message on his voice mail telling him that she was staying with Lana for the night, and it definitely wasn't like her to not let him know if she was going to be late or not coming home.
Rising panic did little to help control the demon in him, as thoughts of danger or hurt -- and even worse, betrayal -- began to run through his head. Aggitated, he paced the room. Ordinarily he could get a good sense of her location, but his emotions were screwing with his ability to get a lock on her.
Wherever she was, he'd find her. And he'd kill anyone who stood in his way.
[ooc: Open if you have the need to poke the demon, otherwise just establishy of his oh-so-pleasant mood. ;) ]
Rising panic did little to help control the demon in him, as thoughts of danger or hurt -- and even worse, betrayal -- began to run through his head. Aggitated, he paced the room. Ordinarily he could get a good sense of her location, but his emotions were screwing with his ability to get a lock on her.
Wherever she was, he'd find her. And he'd kill anyone who stood in his way.
[ooc: Open if you have the need to poke the demon, otherwise just establishy of his oh-so-pleasant mood. ;) ]