Study Hall, Friday 12-9

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[CJ sits at the desk, scribbling in her tablet. She's daydreaming and utterly oblivious to all of the students and their chatter because the mun is finalizing her 55 page rough of her thesis.

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe comes into Study Hall and takes a seat at her usual table. She pulls out her Celtic Lit book.

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[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor walked into study hall. He settled next to Phoebe. "Feeling any better, sweetheart?" he said.

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled slightly. "I'm doing better, love," she reached over to kiss his cheek.

As she touched his cheek, Phoebe felt that familiar rushing sensation...


...Cole, his head bowed, chanting something she couldn't make out.

A woman running...Tara.

Angel chasing after her.

No, not Angel...Angelus.

Tara screaming as he catches her.

The images that follow make Phoebe nauseous. Torture. Terror. Pain. All the things that Angelus would do to Tara to make her pay for resouling him. So much suffering, so much blood. It was overwhelming to her empathic senses...


Phoebe felt herself flinging herself back in her chair. She stood up, knocking the chair over in her haste. She shook her head mutely, and forgetting about her bag and her book, Phoebe turned and ran from study hall, fighting nausea.

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[demonbelthazor]

"Phoebe!" Cole called. He hurried after her.

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[CJ, having submitted her thesis to her chair, looks up and watches them both leave. She shrugs and goes back to writing.]

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