Around the park, Saturday night

[demonbelthazor]

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...