Rating: R to be safe.
I can't really tell where this is going to go right now. But there will be some dark spots and some f/f. We will see…
Summary: There are always different outcomes to things. People make decisions, things happen, things change…but just how much? This is an AU story of a possible out come during Season 3. What if Spike and Drusilla came back to Sunnydale? What would have happened? And what about Faith? Does anything change?
Main Pairing: Buffy/Faith (eventually, later on), with some of the other normal pairings of the season
Spoilers: um, mostly Season 3 for the most part.
Setting: This takes place a little after the whole Finch ordeal. Faith never slept with Xander and hasn't turned to the Mayor.
Dedication: This is for PhoenixJay27, ProphecyGirl, rma, fai925, Electra126, Cris, Whispers, and ful-of-faith (I am still a fan of your work ;) lol) and anyone else I might have missed that has stuck with me on all my fics and have feed backed me on everything. You guys are the main reason why I write and I thank you all for being so wonderful!
Author Notes: Wow, it has been a while huh? Well I am still working on my other long fic. But I am on hold right now. I had some bad computer problems and my computer crashed, ugh. I have been playing with this idea for a while and decided to go ahead and give it a shot. I need to bone up more on Season 6 of Buffy first before I start to really nail out my other fic (and I think I am going to wait till I can get it on DVD, then I can start writing again). So I am sorry about the gap in writing again. Also, I have finals right now and I will be taking my computer in to be worked on here, so don't expect any sudden updates, lol! Sorry! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think…
Sorry that the formatting on this is totally weird...sometimes, their way of doing text is just plain weird...if the format really bothers you, let me know, so I can try to make adjustments next time...
Lost Inside
Chapter 1: Falling Into the Dark
Everything inside of her burned. The pain coursed through her body, and no matter how hard she tried to block it out, it consumed her. It became so great, that she had no choice but to welcome it, drown in it, accept it. And with that, everything, every memory, every let down, every damn dark thing in her life ran through her mind. It was as though a door was opened to a dam that couldn't be stopped.
Maybe she deserved this. Maybe this was how it was always going to be. Nothing ever came out right…everything…always wrong, bad, painful, lonely… Everything she ever blocked out of her mind, played before her closed eyes.
Inside, she knew…
She knew of all the wrong she had done…the things she had said…had did…
Everything…
And she hated feeling this way. Feeling scared, alone, hurting…no matter how hard she tried to get lost in the slaying… no matter how hard she tried to build herself to be who she so badly wanted to be…. She was still a scared girl.
A stupid scared, lost, lonely little girl…and it sickened her…
And yet, she had hoped. She had hoped…wished…wanted…
She thought she would come. She would come and help her. She would come and make the pain stop. She would come for her…
That's what Faith kept telling herself as she bit back the pain, the screams that she wanted so badly to utter. But she was strong, she was stronger then that.
The chains rattled as her body slumped forward, further into the darkness…the pain. The cuffs cut into her wrists as she hung from the wall. But nothing…nothing measured to what she felt inside. Everything blended together…the pain in her body, the pain inside…memories…things she had tried to run from, things that she pushed back in her mind…
Everything mixed together. As hard as she tried to be strong, to focus on the little bit of hope she had left…it was slipping away. All the facade', the bravo, the walls that she had spent years building to protect herself, to forget the things in her past….were gone…all gone…
The only thing she thought she was, that she built herself to be, that gave purpose to her excuse of a life…was crumbling…and she tried to hold on…be strong…be who she thought she always was…strong…
She couldn't help but listen to every thing that he said…that they said. The truth that seemed to come from their lips…
Maybe they were right in all they said…what they said about her…everything …but she still hoped. It was the only thing she had to hold onto…
"She'll c-come…she'll…" Faith whispered, hanging from her chains, barely able to utter the words. Spike glanced at her. Looked at her tortured, bloody, battered body and chuckled.
"What's that love?" he mocked as he tossed the bloody spike that was in his hands off to the side. Drusilla sat near by, her head halfway turned as she blankly studied the battered slayer.
"She thinks the other slayer will come, set her free, reach out to touch her heart…" Drusilla stated as she rose from her place to stand, stretching her arms above her head. "Broken hearted she is…tsk…tsk…all alone…so dark where she is."
Spike smiled wickedly as he watched her, Drusilla's body swaying a little as she closed her eyes. Watching her was hypnotizing to him. Hearing the chains rattle drew his attention back to the dark slayer, who was struggling to stand, and failing miserably at it.
Faith gritted her teeth together as Spike forcibly grabbed her chin, slamming her head back into the wall. The vampire looked into her bruised and battered face, barely able to see her eyes from the swelling. "You just don't know when to quit do you? Got to hand it to her Dru…she seems tolerable of pain…or maybe she just don't want to be vocal for us," he uttered as he slammed her head back again, letting go of her chin as her body slumped forward again. This time, she didn't try to stand.
"The Slayer isn't coming for you. Quite disappointing really. Was hoping to get back at the bitch…it's a shame that it back fired," Spike said as he crouched down to the brunette's eye level, "Its been three days, love. Three days and the Slayer doesn't even know you're gone. I guess you aren't worth her time. What a pity."
The vampire stood and took a few steps back, grinning evilly. "She likes to play, her and her friends. Circle around and around, ashes ashes, quite close they are," Drusilla stated as she stopped swaying, slowly bring her arms back down, "Poor girl never had a chance."
"And I still can't see where that pounce Angel fits in…wait, he's probably too busy making brooding moon eyes at the Slayer to care," Spike laughs as he watches his sire approach the slayer.
"Shame…abandoning the wrong one. Tsk, they shun you, leave you alone in the dark to find your own way," Drusilla stated as she reached her hand out to stroke Faith's battered face. The brunette didn't have the strength in her to turn from the touch, as she hung from the chains, her own blood in puddles, pooling on the cement floor that was already stained with her blood.
"Yet you want nothing more. Never cared for much, except for her…she's important to you, only one who might understand...and she leaves you to fight alone at night," Drusilla whispered, withdrawing her hand away.
"I would be bloody well pissed if I were you," Spike gestured to the slayer, "before, when we arrived and followed them, watched all of their daily routines, she would leave you to rot as she was out with them. Or with that bloody wanker of a vampire."
Faith just hung from the wall, letting the words, the hurt, the truth, sink in. It didn't really matter if it was true or not anymore…
She heard Spike's footsteps as he approached her. "How does that feel Slayer? Her telling you she'll be there, then ditches you? Hm?" Spike asked as he leaned into her personal space, just in front of her face. He then smiled as he stepped away. "It doesn't have to be that way you know. You see, we can offer you so much more… I can make the pain stop, make that loneliness…the weakness in you stop."
The vampire had crouched down again, not too far away, looking at Faith's face. But there was no movement, nothing. It was as though his words had no effect on the brunette, and he stood up abruptly, getting annoyed and bored.
"I've always wanted a pet…and flowers. But they always died…." Drusilla stated as she stepped closer to the slayer. Spike looked over at her curiously. "So much inside, I can hear them…whispered voices…"
Drusilla closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. "She would make a great vampire… all that darkness…they whisper promises to me…" the vampire stated as she leaned away from the battered slayer to look over at Spike. The blonde vampire grinned in amusement as a choked whispered voice fell upon def ears
"No…"
TBC…Sorry for leaving it here!
I actually researched more into Drusilla and Spike. I never wrote for Drusilla before, and I tried to get her down accurately. I hope I did so. And I don't write for Spike much, and I am not used to his character like it was then, so I hope I did ok with them…
If anyone is utterly confused on what Dru is saying/referring to, let me know and I will make a note to explain, lol. As I said, I tried to write it ok in a way that the dialogue made sense for Drusilla's character.
I am just doing this fic to tie me over till I know what to do for my other fic, lol, I haven't forgotten about any of you. I thought I should get a fic out there to you all, it's been so long. Things have just been REALLY busy lately.
Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this part here, and I hope all is well with everyone. Reviews are always welcome!
I don't fully know where I am going to go with this, although I have a good idea, we will see. Any comments, advice, suggestions is cool.
Also, does anyone know of a good place to get more info on writing the Buffy/Angel verse? Like I said, I am researching Season 6 and a few other things…yeah, how sad is that? lol. I'll update when I can:)