On Gossamer Wings

Disclaimer: It's my idea, however since I don't have the motivation to make my own characters, I'm borrowing someone else's. Don't sue me.

Spoilers (aka:Things you have to understand in order for this to work): Spike has always had a soul. (he kept it when he was turned, and no broody Angel stuff) He came to Sunnydale but stayed in the shadows. He stayed until probably Inca Mummy Girl before he realized Buffy was protected- or so he thought- by Angel. Think: A little hurt by her love for Brood Boy. Oh! And Faith has already come and gone. She was called instead of Kendra. She never murdered anyone (at least I don't think she will have) but she did get jail time. And now she's a completely different person. So don't yell at me about how she's out of character. This Faith is only similar to BtVS Faith. And yes, I know a lot of 'what if's' are floating around on this one.Just bear with me ;)

Summary: Just before opening Acathla, Angelus decides to turn Buffy…leaving him free and clear to unleash hell on earth. But- lucky us- someone else shows up to save the day. I know, it's a crappy summary, but I couldn't think of anything else. S/B in pairing, w/ references to Previous relationships: Angel and Drusilla.

Warning: Although this won't be considered and Angsty fic, it is safe to say that parts of it will be very sad. Also, I don't know what rating this will end up being. It might stay pg-13 (Though I doubt it) or it might seriously push the R rating. Making it very much not suitable for child audiences. I'll be keeping it at R, jut to make sure.

Prologue

Buffy closed her eyes as the fangs of her former love pierced into her throat…I guess it's true that your whole life flashes before your eyes when you die. she thought mild hysteria threatening to rise. Scenes flashed through her head as Angelus sucked the life from her body, she and Willow at the Bronze, with her vehemently insisting that she could study and party…and save the world. Faith peering into the classroom window, urging her to come out. The gang watching movies on the floor in the living room, Training with Giles in the library, laughing with her mother about some trivial thing. But the last thought that lingered in her mind was a conversation she had with Spike, just after she came back from her *uneventful* summer in LA with her father. She had managed to convince every one of her friends that she was fine, but not him…not this Vampire that she had barely spoken two words to. He had cornered her on patrol, demanding to know how she was still alive. The Codex was the only fail-proof book of prophesy, and she should be dead. At first she'd been angry and bitter as she had with all her other friends, but the peroxide vamp gave her no such luxury. He'd made her angry. Angry enough that she finally grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him into a gravestone. Their words wafted back to her hazy mind "Fine Spike!" Buffy yelled. "You want to know what happened? I did die, I drowned. The prophesy came true…fortunately for me it's the modern age. CPR?" She explained at his blank look "They brought me back and I killed the master. End of story." She looked away angrily, blinking back tears. Before she knew it he was right next to her. "What are you afraid of luv?" She sighed and met his eyes. "I died Spike. That strikes me as a little frightening." He shook his head no. "Why would that scare you? You died. So what? Big deal. You're here now. You're not the type to be scared at what didn't happen. What's done is done, you know that." She looked at him. Eyes wide and incredulous. "Are you telling me how I *feel*?" The anger in her voice was unmistakable. And it made him smile. Here was a Slayer with spirit. "No. I'm telling you how you don't feel. I know you. And I know what frightens you. You died. Scary right? Not bloody likely. To you it's not the dying, it's the knowing that you will die. For good. That's what frightens you. You know that someday you're going to be dead. Forever. And a part of you wants it. Don't you pet? A part of you wishes you had stayed dead, never have to fight it again."

"No. You don't know me Spike, so don't pretend you do! That's not what I want."

"Oi Slayer! Don't you get it yet? Ever Slayer has a death wish. They all hunger for it. And they can deny it all they want, but in the end, when it comes down to it, that's everything."

Buffy's eyes fluttered as the last of her blood flowed from her body Every Slayer has a death wish was her last thought as her head lolled back onto the floor. Angelus saw the look of contentment on her face and shook his head. "Oh no my love." He muttered to himself. "It's not over yet. I don't want to kill you. I want you to suffer." He waited, making sure her heart had slowed enough and…yes. He reached out and slit his wrist, smiling as he thought of the destruction this little girl could wreak on the world.

Chapter one

Faith sighed as she surveyed the scene in front of her. Buffy- Dead. And Angel had just completed the ritual to open Acathla. "Great." She muttered to herself "I wonder if this violates my parole?" She paused then shrugged. "Ah well." She jumped down from her perch in the rafters, landing directly behind Angel. He spun around, eyes widening in surprise. Faith laughed at his shock. "Ah come on. You didn't think it was going to be that easy did ya?" Angel growled and lunged at her.

"I killed her, I can kill you too." Faith smirked as she rolled to avoid the sharp pointy end of his sword. "Buffy was a great Slayer. One of the best in fact. I'll admit she was better than me. But there's a difference between her and me. Buffy liked you. She didn't want you dead. I do." She ground out before sidestepping his lunge and coming at him with a flurry of blows. Angel, surprised by the wild fury this Slayer demonstrated and weakened by his fight with Buffy, was forced to go on the defensive. Faith attacked him with a fierceness that showed her true feelings about Buffy's death. Angel looked into her eyes and saw the rage there, and for the first time he was afraid. Before he knew what was happening, Faith grabbed his sword hand and squeezed, forcing him to drop his weapon. She grabbed it before it hit the ground, and pulled her arm back to thrust him through Acathla and to hell. Desperately Angel's mind scrambled to think of something, anything, to save himself. "Faith…You don't want to do this. I thought you were the rebel. I guess you just always wanted to be like her didn't you?" He taunted her. Smiling as she hesitated. "Why kill me? Who are you doing this for? The world? Yourself?" Angel realized his mistake as he saw fury burn clear in her eyes. Melting away all doubts. She looked over at the blonde slayer lying dead on the floor. "Her." She growled before she drove the sword into his body and watched as the vortex of hell sucked the demon that was once named Angel into it.

Faith sank back against the wall, assessing her injuries. She winced when she looked over at the body of Buffy. She was going to have to do something about her. Call Giles…and Joyce. She cringed at the thought of their reactions. She really didn't want to do that. Suddenly a thought occurred to her that made her forget all of her wounds. She jumped up and ran over to the tiny blonde slayer, turning her over to look at her mouth. Faith cursed at what she saw. Blood. On her lips. She was soon to be a member of the living dead. Faith's eyes filled with tears at the thought. She had always been jealous of Buffy, wished she had her life. But it shouldn't be like this. No Slayer should ever suffer this fate, especially not one like Buffy. She stood there for what seemed like hours debating her next move. Should she tell Giles and the Gang? Probably, but she as fairly certain of what their reaction would be. They'd tell Faith to stake her. Wait until the second she rose and then end it. Well maybe not Willow, the witch had an almost frightening dedication to her friend. She sighed as she realized that she'd have to do what she'd vowed she never would. Faith fished in her bag, cutting her fingers on a dagger before she found the scrap of paper she was looking for. Pulling it and her cell phone out she dialed the number written there into the phone. As she dialed she thought back to the event which- in retrospect-, probably caused her to turn into the not-so-sacred-duty-slayer. She had been mad at Buffy's annoying ability to win over anybody she saw, not to mention the easy life she'd led, when she had bumped into a vampire on patrol, angry at the fact that all the hot ones got turned she had fought him…or tried to. He was so much stronger than her it wasn't funny. He was also highly trained. She had kissed her ass goodbye when he knocked the stake from her hands. He didn't kill her though, just asked her how it was possible there were two Slayers. She had point blank refused to tell him. That is until he told her that a) he knew Buffy and b) He was souled. After an extensive look into his eyes she had decided he was telling her the truth. After explain the chosen two thing to him he had laughed and told her he liked a little bit of sass in his Slayer. Thinking It might be fun to get a little Vamp action that night she came onto him. Until he told her his heart belonged to another. It didn't take her long to put two and two together and get ta da… Buffy… again. After that her anger was complete…this stupid little valley girl had succeeded in having the easiest life possible, the best group of friends in the world, and not one but two hot vampires fawning after her, and yet she still hated that fact that she was chosen. After stalking off angrily she went on a bad girl kick, her bad side kicking in almost completely. She had been sent to jail for it, but not before said hot vampire by name of Spike caught up with her. He gave her a phone number to reach him at and told her to call it if Buffy was in trouble. She'd glared at him, slightly hurt that he only cared about his precious Buffy. And asked him why he didn't leave it with one of the scoobies, or better yet Buffy herself. His explanation, irritatingly enough made sense. They don't know me, they wouldn't understand why a vampire wanted to make sure the Slayer could get a hold of him. And I don't bloody well fancy spending a month and a half explaining it to them. As to Buffy. I just want to leave her alone. She's happy with the poof, and I don't want to ruin it for her. Faith had reluctantly agreed. After informing him that she "Would never use it". He had laughed and told her that was fine so long as she kept it. Faith cursed herself as she dialed the number. A small part of her wishing she could go back to the heartless rebel she once was. But the Faith of yesterday was long gone. In her place was a girl who actually cared about people. Most of the time. This new girl merely shared a body with the old Faith. And memories. Lots of memories.

"Lo'?" His voice was gravely, letting the caller know they had better have a damn good reason for waking him up.

"You told me to call right?" It wasn't a question. "Call me if she needs me. Remember? Well she needs you. You better get down here."

"Faith?" He asked, all tiredness gone from his voice. "That you?"

"Yes." He didn't hesitate a moment longer.

"How soon do I need to be there?"

"I don't' know. How long does it take a vampire to rise?"

"Well it depends on the….Oh my God. I'll be there as soon as I can."

A low growl filled the room and Faith looked up. "Better make it sooner." she said before dropping the phone and grabbing the fallen sword. She looked up into the golden eyes of Buffy- Vampire, Slayer. And prayed to the God that she didn't know she believed in that she wouldn't have to kill the golden haired former Slayer. And that she wouldn't get herself killed in the process.

TBC.

An: So what do you think? I encourage review of all kinds. And yes that includes flames. Just please don't WRITE LIKE THIS AND TELL ME I'M STUPD AND MY STRY SUCKED. Be productive. Also, I don't know where I'm going with this one. I wrote fan fic when I was younger and then I realized it sucked and so I stopped, and now I'm trying to get back into the swing of it. If you have any suggestions for how this could go feel free to a) leave them in the review or b) email me,

Indie aka Indrani