Author: WickedPunk-Angel Disclaimer: I own nothing. Damn.
Summary: Faith has an obsession with a certain blond slayer. Rating: R
Author's note: There are a few chapters in this story that may be disturbing to some people. I was in a very morbid mood.

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(In an alley)

Knowing I don't have to hold her wrists anymore, I go lower, wanting to taste her. I ease her skirt up even more, tilting my head slightly. She's so fucking beautiful. I spread her legs wider with ease. I glance up and look at Buffy. She's in a sort of catatonic state, looking up into nothingness. I look back down and take in the scent of her, a scent of sweet honey.

I lean closer and taste her. I go in again, this time more forcefully. I pay attention to her clit, licking all around it with a flick every now and then. I can feel her twitch with my movements. I'm starting slow, but going faster. My rage building inside of me as I'm suddenly wanting to tear her apart. I plunge my tongue into her intrusively, my face buried in her pussy as I go deeper and deeper.

I suddenly stop and climb up her body. I'm more upright as I backhand her in the jaw. She lolls her head back into place. I hit her again, "Look at me bitch!" I grab her face by her chin, lifting her head up to mine.

"You think you can do that to me! You think that you can just reject me like that!" I hit her harder, over and over again, showing her that I am the one who's in control here. "No one rejects me! No one turns me down! Especially you, you disgusting whore!" I slam her lips to mine, ravaging her mouth with my tongue. "I want, I take, I have!" I manage to muffle through the kissing. She can barely move, but now she is starting to try. I rip part of her shirt and grab her left breast roughly, squeezing it. I'm grinding against her, wanting to feel her. I need more, so I move my hand up to her hair, my fingers intwining in her golden locks.

My other hand reaches down and I plow into her. Harder, faster. I'm pumping in and out of her, just begging for her to come.

Buffy...that's all I ever think about. All I want to touch...to feel is her. I cannot live without her. She is my sun, keeping me alive with those bright green eyes of hers, and that big gleaming smile that always seems to brighten my day...yet, I must see her in pain, in agony as I thrust into her ever deeper with my fingers. Her eyes look into mine, filled with betrayel...her eyes, searching for something...anything. Looking for any bit of humanity left in me, in my heart.

There is none, nor will there ever be. She wouldn't let me have her, but I took her anyway...beating her down, forcing her to my will, and to what...see her like this? I look away, but I can still feel her eyes boring into me, pleading me to stop...to show some mercy. But I do neither, for she is mine...only mine

My conscience is starting to get a hold of me. But I have to make her scream just a little bit more. I go in faster and deeper, not wanting her to find her strength. I want to feel her come, even if it's out of pure hatred and unwillingness. She's starting to breathe harder now, making a few short grunting noises, but not moving. She shuts her eyes, too ashamed and angry to look at anything. After I'm done, I pull my fingers from her. She lays still...her eyes opening...as a single tear glides down her delicate cheek.

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