I've found a rhythm in my blood that enflames me.

I'm changed. I remember the old me. Buffy's third hand. Always the second to Buffy. Everything..Buffy, Buffy, Buffy.

Now, I'm independant. Now, I don't mind the shadows and nightmares of my sleeping hours.

I've begun to enjoy them.



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I couldn't believe her.

I couldn't believe she had turned on me. Gone to the Mayor. As if he could help her with anything.

Faith was more to me than just a friend. I felt hidden emotions develop inside of me as I got to know her better and better. I've never felt this way about anything or anyone before -- not even Angel.



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Why did I turn? Now, what kind of stupid question is that?

I bet you don't know how it feels to be second. To earn something, to do something better than anyone else could, and still be referred to as "second best".

No, you don't understand. Slaying is in my blood. I could feel it. I could smell it. God damnit, I could taste the fucking thing. Buffy? What kind of slayer would go sleep with the guy she is supposed to kill? Wake up, B.


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Faith always thought killing was in her blood. How could it be in her blood if she hasn't even known her father, and when her Mother made her look like a nun with all the guys she slept with? There is one thing that seperate me from Faith. Just one thing. I don't enjoy killing. You know what I mean. Faith, well ... I don't know how to describe it.

She's just.. crazy.