AN: OK this is my first story so feedback is a must. Please take into account I have a learning disability in writing so if you see something wrong please give some specific examples if you can. This story was inspired by a much better story call Dance With The Devil by Electra this is my humble offering at what a vampiric Buffy and Faith would be like. This is post chosen, and it ignores season 8.

disclaimer: I own nothing

Faith's PoW

It has been over three years since my death. Three long painful, blissful years since Buffy was turned. Three incredible years since she made me an offer I couldn't have dreamed of, and didn't know I needed.

*********Flashback

"Hey Fai" B says as she suddenly apears dropping out of the tree in front of me

"B? Fuck when, how" I reply shocked and heartbroken that the vamp I had been feeling for the last block was her

"Last month, got cocky, got any other questions?" B states as if this was normal conversation, long the lines of "how was your day" or "how you doing" which trust me this isn't.

"Ya, What are you doing here" I reply still to shocked to do much beyond stare.

"I'm looking for you, silly, well looking at you now." B states as if it is the most obivous thing in the world

I respond on autopilot, just now getting into a defensive stance "I'm going to regret this, why?"

"Simple, I'm bored I need a partner, someone to share my unlife with"

"Sure, did ya think I would be that easy, 2 seconds of work then you can tell all your vamp friends how you bagged a slayer, you've... got... another ... thing... coming" I say as I attack, not letting her see how much this is effecting me, how part of me is secretly hoping the this offer is real. So I cover up my confusion with an all out assault that's only effect... is to land me straight on my ass.

She effortlessly dodges left, right, under my blows and responds with a sweep kick. "Kind of hard to tell my vamp friends anything, one is a ghost; the other runs the L.A. branch of an evil law firm" she says as she pins me to the ground

"What about the fucking bloodsucker that fucking turned you" I snarl as I try to break free, with no luck. She has become much to strong

"Dust, Faith while my soul is good and gone, the slayer, she's still here." She replies seriously as she gets off and back up a few steps

"What do you mean?" I question, confusion warring with hope as I stand up

"Just what I said, no brooding pesky soul but the slayer in me won't let me be a regular vamp either, it forces me to protect and slay. What no smile? Come on. Work with me baby; better yet come play with me" B purrs slowly stalking forward

"Why me?" I ask defeated, even in death she has a hold on me, one that I'm not sure I even want to break.

"You're the only one I could share this with, the only one who has ever been my equal, and that is what I'm asking for, you as an equal partner, you don't have to be turned just come with me." And it is the begging tone that finally gets to me, she is serious. I realize I have a choice to make, either I pull out my stake and try to dust her, try to dust the girl i have longed for all my life, the girl I loved before I knew what love was, or I walk off with her into the sunset never looking back, just her and me, forever.

"If we're going to do this, we're gonna do it right. I'm not your daylight girl, if you want me then take me all the way, no holds barred, no looking back, we go balls to the wall."

She took me and turned me later that night, next night I arose to find her waiting for me, very impatiently. As we showered, together we discussed our plans, even got into our hopes a bit, well she got into her hope, me that's not exactly my thing ya know? I wanted to leave a note but B pointed out that it was better for us all if they thought we were dead. So with nothing more then the cloths on my back and the cash I had on hand I went out with my new found lover, ready for a brand new night.

End flashback

Any way me and B have been together ever since. Dodging the new council has been a bitch, they found out about us after 2 months some witch got a vision or something and they made us enemy number one, flattering but oh so fucking annoying, so me and B decided that we need to find some magic people and do a magic cloak, or was it get a magic cloak? My mind was wandering a bit. Hey can ya blame me? Well back to the point, err problem, the coven is fucking powerful so things have been a big bust so far, 16 stops and still no joy, well they have slowed down the coven but no one has been able to block them. Our next stop is in Baton Rouge, supposed to be a dragon that for the right amount of cash is willing to cast nearly anything no questions asked. How are we going to pay? You ask, simple, vamps carry around a surprising amount of cash, and hey, it's not like they need it after we're done with them. So now we're hitting the city limits in our Black hummer H2, Necroglass windows. It started as one of the new hybrid model with all the trimmings, well minus the sunroof. Then we reallytricked it out, armor plating, the run flat tires, tornado proof glass, anti-missile spells, made it so the back comes off to get our bikes out and a spell that makes it larger on the inside then the outside, multidimensional or transdimensionalsomething or other, but in all seriousness we went whole hog on this baby, hell she doesn't need gas and can even drive herself. Our bikes are even better, a pair of customized Ninja's, with both mundane and magic upgrades. It will be day light soon so we are looking for a hotel to crash in.

An hour and a half later we've checked in to Alligator Bayou Cajun Cottages, these nice little cottages all spread out, which I got to admit is nice, cause B, she isn't exactly quite ya know? And this keeps down on the smell. See the thing is vamp senses plus slayer senses means that things like a regular hotel are a right pain in the ass, the whole place smells of FOOD and not a drop to drink? So not my idea of a good time, this way all we have to deal with is the previous occupants sent. So where was I, oh ya we just finished checking in and we are on "our" front porch trying to get the door unlocked. This would probably be easier if I stopped kissing her first, but fuck that. Speaking of fucking I just got this fucking lock to disengage so it is time to christen our new bed for the night, cya later jackass.

AN: this is shorter then what i would like and rambles more then i want but if i didn't post this now i would lose my nerve, oh and Alligator Bayou Cajun Cottages is a real place.