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A/N: This is a little thought on why Buffy 'violently dislikes' Faith so much. It's a perspective, you don't have to agree with it. I just love their characters (and the notion of the Slayer) so I thought I'd write this!
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Sometimes I wonder why I hate you so much.
It's not because of the whole killing-spree thing, or your little 'tumbles' with my boyfriends. Why should I have cared about all that anyway? That guy you killed, it was just an accident, and Xander's still alive, so no big, if you see what I mean. That thing with Angel, I knew he was just pretending. And Riley couldn't possibly have known.
It's not because of all the attention you got when you arrived, either. Granted, I was a little jealous. Okay, maybe very jealous, but I knew it was because you were new, and you were fun, and you were nice, and that everyone still loved me the same as well as loving you.
No, I think I've got it worked out. I hate you for a very different reason. It's not what you did to anyone else, or what you did to me. It's what you did to us.
You were the only one who could understand, who could have ever understood. You knew what it's like to be the Slayer. I thought we could be friends. Real friends. I love Will and Xander, and they love me, but they have no idea what it is like to be like we are. Different, powerful. Alone. But with you in town, it didn't have to be that way.
But it never happened. The closer I tried to get to you, the further you went, until you were out of reach. I never understood why that was. Was it because I tried to make you too much like me? Or was life on the good side simply too boring? I really don't know. What I do know is that I lost you. We never became friends. I lost my only chance at having someone who could truly help. Think of what could have been; we could have shared the burden of our destiny, we could have worked together, no one could have ever defeated us.
But no. You never gave me that. I guess it's selfish of me to think, to take it for granted, that you would have. But I don't care.
I still hate you for it.
A/N: This is a little thought on why Buffy 'violently dislikes' Faith so much. It's a perspective, you don't have to agree with it. I just love their characters (and the notion of the Slayer) so I thought I'd write this!
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Sometimes I wonder why I hate you so much.
It's not because of the whole killing-spree thing, or your little 'tumbles' with my boyfriends. Why should I have cared about all that anyway? That guy you killed, it was just an accident, and Xander's still alive, so no big, if you see what I mean. That thing with Angel, I knew he was just pretending. And Riley couldn't possibly have known.
It's not because of all the attention you got when you arrived, either. Granted, I was a little jealous. Okay, maybe very jealous, but I knew it was because you were new, and you were fun, and you were nice, and that everyone still loved me the same as well as loving you.
No, I think I've got it worked out. I hate you for a very different reason. It's not what you did to anyone else, or what you did to me. It's what you did to us.
You were the only one who could understand, who could have ever understood. You knew what it's like to be the Slayer. I thought we could be friends. Real friends. I love Will and Xander, and they love me, but they have no idea what it is like to be like we are. Different, powerful. Alone. But with you in town, it didn't have to be that way.
But it never happened. The closer I tried to get to you, the further you went, until you were out of reach. I never understood why that was. Was it because I tried to make you too much like me? Or was life on the good side simply too boring? I really don't know. What I do know is that I lost you. We never became friends. I lost my only chance at having someone who could truly help. Think of what could have been; we could have shared the burden of our destiny, we could have worked together, no one could have ever defeated us.
But no. You never gave me that. I guess it's selfish of me to think, to take it for granted, that you would have. But I don't care.
I still hate you for it.