Title: Blood Tears - New Start
Rating: R (For Language later)
Relationships: X\F
Story: Action\Adventure
Feedback: In lieu of a Faithbot yeah.
E-Mail: KeithWrestle@Yahoo.Co.uk
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters just worship at their altar.
Credits: For Jason Thompson's story "Juxtaposition" which gave me the idea
of using Faith as the vampiress with a soul.
Blood Tears 1: Old Lives, New Start
The woman closed her eyes. The madam was really working her hard, getting her money's worth out of her new whore. She turned to face her client, he was short with a decent build and a blindingly poor taste in clothes. Not that they mattered, she'd soon have him out of them.
Wearily she threw the man a battered price list. "There's what I do, with the prices. Make your choice, but hurry. Meter's running."
The man scanned idly through the list, his eyes widening speculatively. "Is that even possible?" she heard him mutter.
The woman flinched inwardly. Great, a pervert. "If it's on the list it's possible," she snapped. Just painful and humiliating as hell. But then she'd caused enough pain in her time.
"Well as tempted as I am by your beguiling form, I'm not here for that, Faith."
The woman's head snapped towards the man, her mouth suddenly dry. Man? She couldn't believe she'd missed it. Leaping to her feet and unmindful of her nudity, she raced across the floor at lightning speed. Grabbing the man round his throat, she slammed him into the door. "Who are you?" she rasped, her eyes changing from their usual liquid brown to somehow glitter golden. "Who sent you?"
Suddenly the woman was flying back across the room to land back on the bed. She glanced up in amazement at the calm figure stood by the door. "Name's Whistler luv. I'm a balance demon sent by the powers that be to get you back fighting. Only this time on the side of good."
"Not interested."
"Really? You want to spend an eternity whoring?"
"You don't know anything about me!"
"Let's see. Faith Adams, born in Georgia in 1690. Turned by the Master Vampire Angelus in 1709. Soon gained a frightening reputation for sadistic violence and helped turn an Englishman by the name of William Blesdoe in 1825."
"Shut up," the vampiress felt tears of blood roll down her cheeks.
"For seven decades, the trio of you wrecked havoc across America. In single nights you could turn teeming towns into ghost towns. Then in 1897, you stole upon an Apache reservation and murdered the daughter of the tribe shaman, even cutting her unborn child out of her. In vengeance the shaman cursed you with a soul. Since then, you have moved from place to place working as a whore."
"So congratulations you win a prize! Why are you here?" Whistler dropped a photograph on the bed. The vampiress picked it up. It was of an attractive blonde with laughing green eyes. Faith envied the girl the innocence she saw in her eyes. Had she ever looked that happy? "Pretty."
"Buffy Summers. She's the Slayer."
Faith raised an eyebrow. "Still calling them are they?" she snorted. "And they call my race barbaric."
"That's as maybe but she needs help."
The vampiress shrugged her slender shoulders. "Not interested. Now if you're not paying, get out. A girl's gotta earn a living."
Instead the demon dropped another photograph on the bed. "That's her watcher, an Englishman called Rupert Giles, he's about two cuts above the usual Watcher, actually gives a damn about his charge. This," he passed the unwilling vampiress another photograph of a ditzy but attractive looking redhead. "That's Willow Rosenberg, her best friend and a trainee Wicca. And that's," he dropped a photograph of a good-natured looking boy with brown hair and eyes. "Her other friend Alexander Lavelle Harris. Remind you of anybody?"
The vampiress reached for the photograph, her long fingers tracing the contours of the youth's face. "Bucky -."
"Yes Bucky Adams. The fourteen year old brother you raped, tortured and killed four months after Angelus turned you. I imagine he screamed a hell of a lot before he died."
"Shut up," Faith shrieked, tears of blood were once again rolling down her finely sculptured cheeks. Bucky had been the only member of her family she'd loved. It was only because of him she'd stayed at home for as long as she had. Ever since her soul's return it was his begging bewildered face that haunted her nightmares the most. How could she have done that to the only person she'd ever loved and who'd loved her back?
"Can you stand by and do nothing while Angelus and Spike do the same to the boy and his friends? 'Cause that boy won't stand aside and let his friends be taken without a fight. He's not that sort."
"Damn you," she whispered before looking at the demon's sympathetic face. "When do we leave?"
"As soon as you're ready."
Faith nodded numbly. Standing she got her clothes together and quickly dressed. "Ready."
"Okay." The demon led her out into the corridor with its threadbare carpet and walls with peeling wallpapers, the air filled with animalistic grunts and the sounds of passion coming from the other rooms. Within seconds a shaven-headed man the size of a small truck blocked their way. "Where you going Faith?"
The vampiress felt a sudden surge of hatred. This man had humiliated and used her as part of her 'breaking-in'. She'd let him because she had no reason not to, but now she had a purpose and she was dammed if she was going to let him hurt her again. She forced herself to use a coldly polite tone. "I'm leaving Mike."
The man grinned. "Not unless the boss says you are. She's fixing to make some serious green off your fine ass. You need some disciplining." The enforcer reached out to grab her.
Faith's hand flew out to meet the man's grasping paw. Grabbing the man's thick thumb she twisted it violently, breaking it. Even as the man's mouth opened to scream, her free fist slammed into it, sending teeth flying. In the same instant, her right foot swung upwards to connect powerfully with his groin. She released her grip on his thumb, allowing the man to slump to the floor.
"Nicely done," Whistler commented as he stepped over the bouncer's now unconscious body.
* * *
"Hiya handsome."
Xander turned in the direction of the sultry voice calling to him. His mouth dried up as he watched the lithe figure swaying out of the shadows and towards him. The black leather pants and tight denim shirt did nothing at all to hide the generous curves of the raven-haired beauty advancing on him while the woman's liquid brown eyes had within them a hint of mockery that contradicted the sadness he saw there, yet only added to the allure. Realising he was staring, Xander flushed and glanced at his feet. "Hello ma'am."
"Ma'am." The woman chuckled, a sardonic smile twisting her heart-shaped lips. Suddenly she was directly in front of him. "Do I look like a ma'am," she purred.
"Uh no." Suddenly Xander realised something. The woman had her mouth scant inches away from his face and yet he couldn't feel any breath on his face. Eyes widening, his hand dived in his jacket for his stake only for the woman to grab his wrist in an impossibly tight grip. "There's no need for that good-looking," she purred in his ear before kissing him gently on the cheek and pushing a note into his jeans pocket. Then, just as suddenly she was several feet away, a look of merriment on her pale face. "It's been fun," she laughed gaily. "Tell Rupert Giles to have a little faith."
* * *
"Giles! Giles! Giles!"
"Bloody hell Xander. Even if you don't use it as such, remember this room does occasionally serve as a library."
"Yeah, sorry G-Man. Do you want to hear about the vampiress I bumped into or not?"
The Watcher's head snapped up from the leather-bound book he'd been reading. "Vampiress? Please do, don't leave anything out."
After Xander had finished his recounting. Giles scrubbed at his glasses, a troubled expression on his scholarly face. "May I have the note she gave you please?"
The colour drained from the Englishman's face as he read the note's contents. "Good lord. Angelus and William The Bloody in Sunnydale." The Watcher glanced up at Xander. "What did she tell you to tell me?"
Xander paused in thought. "To have a little faith."
"Oh dear, oh dear." The Watcher hurried over to the bookshelves and came back carrying a hefty volume. "According to 'Master Vampires Across The Americas', Angelus was sired in Ireland in the year 1550. His home village of Galway doesn't exist anymore, he single-handedly butchered every inhabitant. For the last 450 years he has left bloody trails across England, Europe and North America. He has killed at least five Slayers and two of his children are amongst the most savage vampires ever. His second, William Beldose was turned in 1825 and became known as William The Bloody or Spike for his penchant of torturing people with railroad spikes and has murdered three Slayers. Angelus' first childe was turned in 1709. She was reputedly a woman of quite astonishing beauty who would use her looks to entice men before killing them. She is known to have killed two Slayers, but her most heinous act was the butchery of her own family. According to public record, one deputy sheriff was driven insane by the murder scene. She supposedly disappeared and was presumed dead but apparently not if you met her tonight."
"No, she can't be. She was too beautiful." Xander shook his head in stubborn disbelief.
"Who's too beautiful? Talking about me again boys?"
Xander gazed distractedly at Buffy, a wavering smile playing on his lips. "Hi Buff." Normally the sight of Buffy would send his hormones into overdrive but now, consumed as he was with thoughts of the stunning vampiress he'd met earlier, he hardly registered her presence. He knew Giles was wrong about her, there was something in her eyes that hinted at sorrow and regret. And how could a beast without a conscience regret anything? Deciding he had to find out one way or another, the young man waited until Buffy and Giles were deep in conversation before rising and hurrying out of the library.
Blood Tears 1: Old Lives, New Start
The woman closed her eyes. The madam was really working her hard, getting her money's worth out of her new whore. She turned to face her client, he was short with a decent build and a blindingly poor taste in clothes. Not that they mattered, she'd soon have him out of them.
Wearily she threw the man a battered price list. "There's what I do, with the prices. Make your choice, but hurry. Meter's running."
The man scanned idly through the list, his eyes widening speculatively. "Is that even possible?" she heard him mutter.
The woman flinched inwardly. Great, a pervert. "If it's on the list it's possible," she snapped. Just painful and humiliating as hell. But then she'd caused enough pain in her time.
"Well as tempted as I am by your beguiling form, I'm not here for that, Faith."
The woman's head snapped towards the man, her mouth suddenly dry. Man? She couldn't believe she'd missed it. Leaping to her feet and unmindful of her nudity, she raced across the floor at lightning speed. Grabbing the man round his throat, she slammed him into the door. "Who are you?" she rasped, her eyes changing from their usual liquid brown to somehow glitter golden. "Who sent you?"
Suddenly the woman was flying back across the room to land back on the bed. She glanced up in amazement at the calm figure stood by the door. "Name's Whistler luv. I'm a balance demon sent by the powers that be to get you back fighting. Only this time on the side of good."
"Not interested."
"Really? You want to spend an eternity whoring?"
"You don't know anything about me!"
"Let's see. Faith Adams, born in Georgia in 1690. Turned by the Master Vampire Angelus in 1709. Soon gained a frightening reputation for sadistic violence and helped turn an Englishman by the name of William Blesdoe in 1825."
"Shut up," the vampiress felt tears of blood roll down her cheeks.
"For seven decades, the trio of you wrecked havoc across America. In single nights you could turn teeming towns into ghost towns. Then in 1897, you stole upon an Apache reservation and murdered the daughter of the tribe shaman, even cutting her unborn child out of her. In vengeance the shaman cursed you with a soul. Since then, you have moved from place to place working as a whore."
"So congratulations you win a prize! Why are you here?" Whistler dropped a photograph on the bed. The vampiress picked it up. It was of an attractive blonde with laughing green eyes. Faith envied the girl the innocence she saw in her eyes. Had she ever looked that happy? "Pretty."
"Buffy Summers. She's the Slayer."
Faith raised an eyebrow. "Still calling them are they?" she snorted. "And they call my race barbaric."
"That's as maybe but she needs help."
The vampiress shrugged her slender shoulders. "Not interested. Now if you're not paying, get out. A girl's gotta earn a living."
Instead the demon dropped another photograph on the bed. "That's her watcher, an Englishman called Rupert Giles, he's about two cuts above the usual Watcher, actually gives a damn about his charge. This," he passed the unwilling vampiress another photograph of a ditzy but attractive looking redhead. "That's Willow Rosenberg, her best friend and a trainee Wicca. And that's," he dropped a photograph of a good-natured looking boy with brown hair and eyes. "Her other friend Alexander Lavelle Harris. Remind you of anybody?"
The vampiress reached for the photograph, her long fingers tracing the contours of the youth's face. "Bucky -."
"Yes Bucky Adams. The fourteen year old brother you raped, tortured and killed four months after Angelus turned you. I imagine he screamed a hell of a lot before he died."
"Shut up," Faith shrieked, tears of blood were once again rolling down her finely sculptured cheeks. Bucky had been the only member of her family she'd loved. It was only because of him she'd stayed at home for as long as she had. Ever since her soul's return it was his begging bewildered face that haunted her nightmares the most. How could she have done that to the only person she'd ever loved and who'd loved her back?
"Can you stand by and do nothing while Angelus and Spike do the same to the boy and his friends? 'Cause that boy won't stand aside and let his friends be taken without a fight. He's not that sort."
"Damn you," she whispered before looking at the demon's sympathetic face. "When do we leave?"
"As soon as you're ready."
Faith nodded numbly. Standing she got her clothes together and quickly dressed. "Ready."
"Okay." The demon led her out into the corridor with its threadbare carpet and walls with peeling wallpapers, the air filled with animalistic grunts and the sounds of passion coming from the other rooms. Within seconds a shaven-headed man the size of a small truck blocked their way. "Where you going Faith?"
The vampiress felt a sudden surge of hatred. This man had humiliated and used her as part of her 'breaking-in'. She'd let him because she had no reason not to, but now she had a purpose and she was dammed if she was going to let him hurt her again. She forced herself to use a coldly polite tone. "I'm leaving Mike."
The man grinned. "Not unless the boss says you are. She's fixing to make some serious green off your fine ass. You need some disciplining." The enforcer reached out to grab her.
Faith's hand flew out to meet the man's grasping paw. Grabbing the man's thick thumb she twisted it violently, breaking it. Even as the man's mouth opened to scream, her free fist slammed into it, sending teeth flying. In the same instant, her right foot swung upwards to connect powerfully with his groin. She released her grip on his thumb, allowing the man to slump to the floor.
"Nicely done," Whistler commented as he stepped over the bouncer's now unconscious body.
* * *
"Hiya handsome."
Xander turned in the direction of the sultry voice calling to him. His mouth dried up as he watched the lithe figure swaying out of the shadows and towards him. The black leather pants and tight denim shirt did nothing at all to hide the generous curves of the raven-haired beauty advancing on him while the woman's liquid brown eyes had within them a hint of mockery that contradicted the sadness he saw there, yet only added to the allure. Realising he was staring, Xander flushed and glanced at his feet. "Hello ma'am."
"Ma'am." The woman chuckled, a sardonic smile twisting her heart-shaped lips. Suddenly she was directly in front of him. "Do I look like a ma'am," she purred.
"Uh no." Suddenly Xander realised something. The woman had her mouth scant inches away from his face and yet he couldn't feel any breath on his face. Eyes widening, his hand dived in his jacket for his stake only for the woman to grab his wrist in an impossibly tight grip. "There's no need for that good-looking," she purred in his ear before kissing him gently on the cheek and pushing a note into his jeans pocket. Then, just as suddenly she was several feet away, a look of merriment on her pale face. "It's been fun," she laughed gaily. "Tell Rupert Giles to have a little faith."
* * *
"Giles! Giles! Giles!"
"Bloody hell Xander. Even if you don't use it as such, remember this room does occasionally serve as a library."
"Yeah, sorry G-Man. Do you want to hear about the vampiress I bumped into or not?"
The Watcher's head snapped up from the leather-bound book he'd been reading. "Vampiress? Please do, don't leave anything out."
After Xander had finished his recounting. Giles scrubbed at his glasses, a troubled expression on his scholarly face. "May I have the note she gave you please?"
The colour drained from the Englishman's face as he read the note's contents. "Good lord. Angelus and William The Bloody in Sunnydale." The Watcher glanced up at Xander. "What did she tell you to tell me?"
Xander paused in thought. "To have a little faith."
"Oh dear, oh dear." The Watcher hurried over to the bookshelves and came back carrying a hefty volume. "According to 'Master Vampires Across The Americas', Angelus was sired in Ireland in the year 1550. His home village of Galway doesn't exist anymore, he single-handedly butchered every inhabitant. For the last 450 years he has left bloody trails across England, Europe and North America. He has killed at least five Slayers and two of his children are amongst the most savage vampires ever. His second, William Beldose was turned in 1825 and became known as William The Bloody or Spike for his penchant of torturing people with railroad spikes and has murdered three Slayers. Angelus' first childe was turned in 1709. She was reputedly a woman of quite astonishing beauty who would use her looks to entice men before killing them. She is known to have killed two Slayers, but her most heinous act was the butchery of her own family. According to public record, one deputy sheriff was driven insane by the murder scene. She supposedly disappeared and was presumed dead but apparently not if you met her tonight."
"No, she can't be. She was too beautiful." Xander shook his head in stubborn disbelief.
"Who's too beautiful? Talking about me again boys?"
Xander gazed distractedly at Buffy, a wavering smile playing on his lips. "Hi Buff." Normally the sight of Buffy would send his hormones into overdrive but now, consumed as he was with thoughts of the stunning vampiress he'd met earlier, he hardly registered her presence. He knew Giles was wrong about her, there was something in her eyes that hinted at sorrow and regret. And how could a beast without a conscience regret anything? Deciding he had to find out one way or another, the young man waited until Buffy and Giles were deep in conversation before rising and hurrying out of the library.