It had been over a month since Faith had broken out of the jail to save
Angel's soul. Now without even wanting it, she was a part of the group.
Yet, she felt like she was still in the jail, walking the routine every
day. Her body was with these people, but her heart was
still in Sunnydale, seeking answers. She still wanted to know why Buffy had actually driven that knife inside her.
Of course, it was obvious to everyone that, there was no love lost between the two slayers, but Faith knew different and certainly Buffy knew different. Ever since the day one, when Faith had met Buffy, she had known that there was a connection between them. She had ignored it at first thinking it was just because of the fact
that they were both slayers but both of them had known that it wasn't true. On very few occasions that they had become allies, the searing energy they shared between them was almost erotic. Faith knew the attraction was more than just sexual; it was a bonding that they both sought. But, Buffy had some how denied it. She pushed Faith away. Love wasn't a feeling Faith was familiar with. She herself was struggling with it, but to get a jolt of denial was all she needed to drive her to the other side; to drive her to Mayor. But, she had felt that Buffy would come for her. But, she never did. And, when she finally did, she drove a knife inside her to suck her life out. There wasn't a night that passed by, when Faith wasn't awakened by the emotionless eyes of Buffy staring at her when she felt the knife entering her skin. All she wanted from Buffy now, was to answer how she could do that to her? Or, may be for her to answer if the love she felt was truly just her imagination? Yes, she needed Buffy to answer that. She had to go to Sunnydale.
She walked out one day, and kept walking till she reached the bus station. She didn't care if people worried about her; she just wasn't ready to talk to anyone, except she knew it was time Buffy talked to her. When she reached Sunnydale, she checked into a motel
and waited for the night to fall. As the sun disappeared she waited patiently in the cemetery but Buffy wasn't there. She waited the next day, and the next. On the eighth day, finally she saw the Chosen One dusting a group of vampires. They looked pretty difficult as even Buffy took a while to dust the last one. But Faith didn't move she just watched. After she was done, Buffy approached her and with the same cold look in her eyes said, "You could have helped?" There was no `hi', there was no `hello', there even was no `how are you', there was just a question. Yes, that just showed how much
Buffy must have thought about her when she was in coma or in the jail. Faith wondered if she was wrong to come after all. She just smirked and answered, "I thought you could take care of yourself?"
"Yeah, but anyway, what are you doing here?" Buffy asked again.
This time Faith couldn't take it any more. Somehow her idea of meeting Buffy was everything but just an unemotional exchange of questions and answers. She was a fool to have expected anything else. She had her answers though. She had been imagining that Buffy felt something for her. After all, that makes sense, that's why she
wanted her dead with no guilt at all. If Buffy had felt anything then she would have never stabbed her. Now, Faith had to leave. She had to run. "I don't know." She blurted out as she just ran out of the cemetery. Buffy watched her run away with a baffled look.
Faith didn't even bother to go to her room. She just stopped by one of the bar and started to drink. Alcohol always did good to her system. She walked out of the bar when the sun was just rising. As, she walked to her motel, she watched the sun rays and smiled. It
didn't hurt to smile any more. Somehow knowing that Buffy never loved her made her feel better than thinking that the woman who loved her had tried to kill her. Yes, it was like a weight was lifted. She walked unsteadily towards her room. Someone was waiting for her
at her door. She approached the still figure lying on the ground in front of her door and nudged her. It was Buffy.
Buffy opened her eyes and smiled. Faith smirked looking down at the Chosen One who looked as crumbled as her clothes. She opened her door and walked in without saying a word. Buffy followed suit. This time Faith thought she would start the conversation.
"So, to what do I owe this honor, B?"
"Well, I could say I don't know and run away just like you." Buffy answered with a sly smile.
thought Faith.
"Sure you could do that." She also smiled as she answered.
"But, I won't. I came here for you, just like you came back for me."
Faith looked up. She stared at Buffy, and this time Buffy was looking at her too. Buffy approached her as she spoke, "Don't try to deny it Faith; I know you are here because of me. What you don't know is that I have been waiting for you." Buffy was right in front of Faith now. She lowered her eyes to stare at Faith's lips instead. She continued to speak but in a voice close to a whisper now.
"When Willow told me that you had broken out of the jail, I thought that you would come right here. But you didn't, but I knew you would come back. So, I waited."
Not being able to control herself any longer, Buffy lifted her hands to Faith's lips and slowly parted them with her thumb. She looked up just for a fraction of a second, just to make sure that what she was about to do was wanted by Faith too. Seeing that Faith's eyes just like her body was still, she lowered her lips. Just as the two slayers were about to be connected through their lips, Faith grabbed Buffy's hand from her lips and twisted it to her back, hurting the blond slayer enough to make her head jerk backwards. "Why would I come back for you B? Or better yet answer me this, Ms. Summers why were you waiting for me?" Buffy didn't smile or laugh at Faith this time. She looked at Faith with a serious expression.
"Because I love you." Buffy said staring right into Faith's eyes. Faith waited for a bit, not knowing how to react. She just stared. She had thought that those words were her answer. Those words would somehow fill her with happiness. But it didn't. Instead, she found herself more infuriated than ever. She pulled Buffy to her and forced her mouth on hers. The kiss that Faith had waited for all her life was now nothing more than her punching bag. When Faiths tongue was assaulting her mouth
rather than sharing a passion, Buffy knew that Faith's reaction wasn't exactly what she had expected. But she was willing to endure it. Faith continued, even when she could feel that Buffy needed air she didn't let go. Not, till she was done. And when she finally let go of Buffy, she only let her loose for a second to see if Buffy would run away, but she didn't. So, Faith decided to go further, she pushed Buffy to the bed and quickly got hold of her hands and gripped it tight above of her head. Faith grabbed the pillowcase and used it to tie Buffy's hands above her head. Faith ravaged Buffy's body with her hands. She tore Buffy's top. She squeezed her breasts with so much pressure that she could see that she was bruising the slayer. But Buffy didn't flinch. She raised Buffy's body to bring her nipples to her mouth. Faith pushed her leg between hers. She continued to assault Buffy's body with her mouth, with her hands and even with her body thrusting against Buffy with all her force. It was only when she saw blood on Buffy's bruised neck that she finally realized how much pain she was causing. She stopped, not knowing what had come over her. She loosened her grip and just looked down. Buffy quickly slipped her hands out and held Faith's face and looked into her eyes so that she could make the pain that Faith felt inside her go away. Faith knew that what Buffy felt for her was genuine like it had always been. So, for the first time in her life, she let go of her anger, of her walls and pulled Buffy into a kiss that they both deserved. The kiss soon melted into the heat of their passions as their bodies entwined and infused until they climaxed in unison with the declaration of the greatest feeling there is in the world, love. When Faith woke up, Buffy was wrapped around her. She smiled and slowly slid out of the bed. She gathered her little stuff that she had brought along and got dressed. She was careful not to wake the
sleeping slayer. She kissed Buffy lightly on her lips before she walked out of the room.
Within few minutes she found herself once again in front of the ticket counter of a bus station. Only this time she didn't know her destination. She dug her pocket for money and spread them in front of the clerk, "How far will this much get me?"
The clerk counted the money and replied, "Not too far, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere but here."
"Well, I have a ticket to San Francisco that I printed by mistake. I could give it to you for half the price since the bus leaves in 10 minutes, and you'll still have money left for the trip. That is if this is all the money you have."
"San Francisco it is then."
Ten minutes later she was on the bus. She lifted her top to reveal her scar and whispered to herself, "You are no different than everyone else in my life Buffy Summers."
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Piper found herself once again standing in front of Pru's grave. She wished she could cry, but her tears had dried a long time ago. There was nothing she could do now, except stare at the name craved in stone. It amazed her how life could move on so easily when someone you loved had passed. When they had found Paige and the charmed ones were re united everything seemed to go back to normal. But, it was never normal again to Piper. When Piper divorced Leo, Phoebe knew that the change in Piper was irreversible. She had tried her best, but now Piper just chose to be
either at work or was available whenever a demon was to be hunted other than that Piper just lived in her own world. Even though her heart seemed frozen, she didn't neglect her duties. She was an ideal elder sister, just as Pru was. She took care of things and even welcomed Paige into Pru's old room. Her power as a witch grew more, never once hesitated to save an innocent. Yes, on the outside life seemed to have gone back to normal.
Except every once in a while, she needed a break from her own life. Like she needed to get out of her skin. To do just that, she had found herself a little bar, a little outside the noise of the city. It was a small bar where people minded their own business. She liked
it there. She became regular within a short period of time, yet no one bothered her. She didn't drink the night away, rather she just spent them watching the other patrons do that. It felt good to be on the sidelines. It felt good to be nobody.
But, she was the charmed one how can she ever have a safe haven of her own. It had to be plagued by demons, just like her family was. So, it wasn't too long before when she was walking home from her little bar that she found herself being followed. She turned around and there was no one. She shook her head thinking that may be she drank too much that night, and turned back around. To her horror she felt two strong hands separating her head and her shoulder and cold breath nearing her neck. Before she could even react, someone pushed that thing to the ground taking her down as well. When she gained her conscious, she saw a woman fighting a man double her size. Piper didn't know which one was her attacker and which one was her savoir. Of course it made sense to assume that the woman was not the attacker but with the strength that she was fighting the man, and with everything that Piper had seen in her life, hell that woman
could have been the one trying to take a bite out of her neck.
Just then the man threw the woman on the wall and turned right back around to face Piper. She thought Before she could even finish her thoughts he was right on top of her. She raised her hands and froze him. Just then he turned to ashes, and the woman appeared behind him
with some kind of a wooden stick that she was still holding in her hands. Piper completed her thought.
"Are you ok?" The woman asked.
"Yeah, fine. Thank you." Piper replied as she tried to get up but then was about to fall right back down when the woman swept her up.
"You must have twisted your ankle. Where do you live? Do you want me to drop you? Get you a cab?" She asked again.
Piper hesitated. The last thing she wanted to do was show up wounded at her doorstep and for Phoebe to call Leo. Then there would rise the question of where she had gone that she didn't want to answer. Then she would have to tell them about the vampire and then her trips to her own little private escape would have to stop; as they would decide that it was too dangerous. she closed her eyes and pondered to herself.
"Do you even remember where you need to be Lady?" The dark haired woman asked with genuine concern.
Piper just stared and closed her eyes, as she still had no answer. Faith at this point just swept her into her arms and walked towards her home. She thought as she entered the small apartment that she had been calling home for the last four months.
still in Sunnydale, seeking answers. She still wanted to know why Buffy had actually driven that knife inside her.
Of course, it was obvious to everyone that, there was no love lost between the two slayers, but Faith knew different and certainly Buffy knew different. Ever since the day one, when Faith had met Buffy, she had known that there was a connection between them. She had ignored it at first thinking it was just because of the fact
that they were both slayers but both of them had known that it wasn't true. On very few occasions that they had become allies, the searing energy they shared between them was almost erotic. Faith knew the attraction was more than just sexual; it was a bonding that they both sought. But, Buffy had some how denied it. She pushed Faith away. Love wasn't a feeling Faith was familiar with. She herself was struggling with it, but to get a jolt of denial was all she needed to drive her to the other side; to drive her to Mayor. But, she had felt that Buffy would come for her. But, she never did. And, when she finally did, she drove a knife inside her to suck her life out. There wasn't a night that passed by, when Faith wasn't awakened by the emotionless eyes of Buffy staring at her when she felt the knife entering her skin. All she wanted from Buffy now, was to answer how she could do that to her? Or, may be for her to answer if the love she felt was truly just her imagination? Yes, she needed Buffy to answer that. She had to go to Sunnydale.
She walked out one day, and kept walking till she reached the bus station. She didn't care if people worried about her; she just wasn't ready to talk to anyone, except she knew it was time Buffy talked to her. When she reached Sunnydale, she checked into a motel
and waited for the night to fall. As the sun disappeared she waited patiently in the cemetery but Buffy wasn't there. She waited the next day, and the next. On the eighth day, finally she saw the Chosen One dusting a group of vampires. They looked pretty difficult as even Buffy took a while to dust the last one. But Faith didn't move she just watched. After she was done, Buffy approached her and with the same cold look in her eyes said, "You could have helped?" There was no `hi', there was no `hello', there even was no `how are you', there was just a question. Yes, that just showed how much
Buffy must have thought about her when she was in coma or in the jail. Faith wondered if she was wrong to come after all. She just smirked and answered, "I thought you could take care of yourself?"
"Yeah, but anyway, what are you doing here?" Buffy asked again.
This time Faith couldn't take it any more. Somehow her idea of meeting Buffy was everything but just an unemotional exchange of questions and answers. She was a fool to have expected anything else. She had her answers though. She had been imagining that Buffy felt something for her. After all, that makes sense, that's why she
wanted her dead with no guilt at all. If Buffy had felt anything then she would have never stabbed her. Now, Faith had to leave. She had to run. "I don't know." She blurted out as she just ran out of the cemetery. Buffy watched her run away with a baffled look.
Faith didn't even bother to go to her room. She just stopped by one of the bar and started to drink. Alcohol always did good to her system. She walked out of the bar when the sun was just rising. As, she walked to her motel, she watched the sun rays and smiled. It
didn't hurt to smile any more. Somehow knowing that Buffy never loved her made her feel better than thinking that the woman who loved her had tried to kill her. Yes, it was like a weight was lifted. She walked unsteadily towards her room. Someone was waiting for her
at her door. She approached the still figure lying on the ground in front of her door and nudged her. It was Buffy.
Buffy opened her eyes and smiled. Faith smirked looking down at the Chosen One who looked as crumbled as her clothes. She opened her door and walked in without saying a word. Buffy followed suit. This time Faith thought she would start the conversation.
"So, to what do I owe this honor, B?"
"Well, I could say I don't know and run away just like you." Buffy answered with a sly smile.
thought Faith.
"Sure you could do that." She also smiled as she answered.
"But, I won't. I came here for you, just like you came back for me."
Faith looked up. She stared at Buffy, and this time Buffy was looking at her too. Buffy approached her as she spoke, "Don't try to deny it Faith; I know you are here because of me. What you don't know is that I have been waiting for you." Buffy was right in front of Faith now. She lowered her eyes to stare at Faith's lips instead. She continued to speak but in a voice close to a whisper now.
"When Willow told me that you had broken out of the jail, I thought that you would come right here. But you didn't, but I knew you would come back. So, I waited."
Not being able to control herself any longer, Buffy lifted her hands to Faith's lips and slowly parted them with her thumb. She looked up just for a fraction of a second, just to make sure that what she was about to do was wanted by Faith too. Seeing that Faith's eyes just like her body was still, she lowered her lips. Just as the two slayers were about to be connected through their lips, Faith grabbed Buffy's hand from her lips and twisted it to her back, hurting the blond slayer enough to make her head jerk backwards. "Why would I come back for you B? Or better yet answer me this, Ms. Summers why were you waiting for me?" Buffy didn't smile or laugh at Faith this time. She looked at Faith with a serious expression.
"Because I love you." Buffy said staring right into Faith's eyes. Faith waited for a bit, not knowing how to react. She just stared. She had thought that those words were her answer. Those words would somehow fill her with happiness. But it didn't. Instead, she found herself more infuriated than ever. She pulled Buffy to her and forced her mouth on hers. The kiss that Faith had waited for all her life was now nothing more than her punching bag. When Faiths tongue was assaulting her mouth
rather than sharing a passion, Buffy knew that Faith's reaction wasn't exactly what she had expected. But she was willing to endure it. Faith continued, even when she could feel that Buffy needed air she didn't let go. Not, till she was done. And when she finally let go of Buffy, she only let her loose for a second to see if Buffy would run away, but she didn't. So, Faith decided to go further, she pushed Buffy to the bed and quickly got hold of her hands and gripped it tight above of her head. Faith grabbed the pillowcase and used it to tie Buffy's hands above her head. Faith ravaged Buffy's body with her hands. She tore Buffy's top. She squeezed her breasts with so much pressure that she could see that she was bruising the slayer. But Buffy didn't flinch. She raised Buffy's body to bring her nipples to her mouth. Faith pushed her leg between hers. She continued to assault Buffy's body with her mouth, with her hands and even with her body thrusting against Buffy with all her force. It was only when she saw blood on Buffy's bruised neck that she finally realized how much pain she was causing. She stopped, not knowing what had come over her. She loosened her grip and just looked down. Buffy quickly slipped her hands out and held Faith's face and looked into her eyes so that she could make the pain that Faith felt inside her go away. Faith knew that what Buffy felt for her was genuine like it had always been. So, for the first time in her life, she let go of her anger, of her walls and pulled Buffy into a kiss that they both deserved. The kiss soon melted into the heat of their passions as their bodies entwined and infused until they climaxed in unison with the declaration of the greatest feeling there is in the world, love. When Faith woke up, Buffy was wrapped around her. She smiled and slowly slid out of the bed. She gathered her little stuff that she had brought along and got dressed. She was careful not to wake the
sleeping slayer. She kissed Buffy lightly on her lips before she walked out of the room.
Within few minutes she found herself once again in front of the ticket counter of a bus station. Only this time she didn't know her destination. She dug her pocket for money and spread them in front of the clerk, "How far will this much get me?"
The clerk counted the money and replied, "Not too far, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere but here."
"Well, I have a ticket to San Francisco that I printed by mistake. I could give it to you for half the price since the bus leaves in 10 minutes, and you'll still have money left for the trip. That is if this is all the money you have."
"San Francisco it is then."
Ten minutes later she was on the bus. She lifted her top to reveal her scar and whispered to herself, "You are no different than everyone else in my life Buffy Summers."
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Piper found herself once again standing in front of Pru's grave. She wished she could cry, but her tears had dried a long time ago. There was nothing she could do now, except stare at the name craved in stone. It amazed her how life could move on so easily when someone you loved had passed. When they had found Paige and the charmed ones were re united everything seemed to go back to normal. But, it was never normal again to Piper. When Piper divorced Leo, Phoebe knew that the change in Piper was irreversible. She had tried her best, but now Piper just chose to be
either at work or was available whenever a demon was to be hunted other than that Piper just lived in her own world. Even though her heart seemed frozen, she didn't neglect her duties. She was an ideal elder sister, just as Pru was. She took care of things and even welcomed Paige into Pru's old room. Her power as a witch grew more, never once hesitated to save an innocent. Yes, on the outside life seemed to have gone back to normal.
Except every once in a while, she needed a break from her own life. Like she needed to get out of her skin. To do just that, she had found herself a little bar, a little outside the noise of the city. It was a small bar where people minded their own business. She liked
it there. She became regular within a short period of time, yet no one bothered her. She didn't drink the night away, rather she just spent them watching the other patrons do that. It felt good to be on the sidelines. It felt good to be nobody.
But, she was the charmed one how can she ever have a safe haven of her own. It had to be plagued by demons, just like her family was. So, it wasn't too long before when she was walking home from her little bar that she found herself being followed. She turned around and there was no one. She shook her head thinking that may be she drank too much that night, and turned back around. To her horror she felt two strong hands separating her head and her shoulder and cold breath nearing her neck. Before she could even react, someone pushed that thing to the ground taking her down as well. When she gained her conscious, she saw a woman fighting a man double her size. Piper didn't know which one was her attacker and which one was her savoir. Of course it made sense to assume that the woman was not the attacker but with the strength that she was fighting the man, and with everything that Piper had seen in her life, hell that woman
could have been the one trying to take a bite out of her neck.
Just then the man threw the woman on the wall and turned right back around to face Piper. She thought Before she could even finish her thoughts he was right on top of her. She raised her hands and froze him. Just then he turned to ashes, and the woman appeared behind him
with some kind of a wooden stick that she was still holding in her hands. Piper completed her thought.
"Are you ok?" The woman asked.
"Yeah, fine. Thank you." Piper replied as she tried to get up but then was about to fall right back down when the woman swept her up.
"You must have twisted your ankle. Where do you live? Do you want me to drop you? Get you a cab?" She asked again.
Piper hesitated. The last thing she wanted to do was show up wounded at her doorstep and for Phoebe to call Leo. Then there would rise the question of where she had gone that she didn't want to answer. Then she would have to tell them about the vampire and then her trips to her own little private escape would have to stop; as they would decide that it was too dangerous. she closed her eyes and pondered to herself.
"Do you even remember where you need to be Lady?" The dark haired woman asked with genuine concern.
Piper just stared and closed her eyes, as she still had no answer. Faith at this point just swept her into her arms and walked towards her home. She thought as she entered the small apartment that she had been calling home for the last four months.