You know, you're part-demon, I'm a demon hunter, it's all forbidden love and hot sex.

Sounds tempting.

Faith Lehane drooped over her desk, falling asleep during History was her usual, on the days when she decided to go to class. She vaguely heard her teacher's yellow stilettos clicking towards her through the rows of desks. The girl sitting next to her, who had chosen to sit in the back of the room, quickly jostled her awake before the teacher noticed her dozing. Faith roused, annoyed at the rough awakening and wiping a drop of drool from her otherwise flawless face. As Mrs. Lewis stomped back up to the front of her class and continued her lecture, Faith smiled gratefully at the cowering blond, who nodded her "you're welcome" and then averted her eyes. The bell rang, jarringly loud, and the class quickly shuffled out the door. Faith tried to catch up the mysterious blond girl as she rushed out of the classroom, struggling to carry both her backpack and books and binders. Faith watched the uncaring students jostle the tiny girl and felt a little bit angered, despite just noticing her herself. Faith vowed to make sure that this chick got noticed and respected, even if it meant having to come to school for the majority of the week.

"So what's your name?" Asked Faith, suddenly materializing in front of the girl during lunch. She looked up, surprised at being noticed. "Uh, um, Tara. Maclay. You meant first and last, right?" She moved to get up. Faith put her hand on Tara's shoulder and almost shoved her back into a seated position. "Well, I'm Faith Lehane." She sat down next to Tara, ignoring the shy girl's amazement. Faith pulled out her brown paper bag lunch and started noisily eating while Tara watched, transfixed. "So," Faith started through a mouthful, "You come here often?" She asked, eyeing Tara. She realized Tara had a really sweet figure through all her frumpy clothes. Tara giggled. "F-five out of the seven days." She still wouldn't make eye contact. Faith looked confused. "Why?" Tara shook her head and continued to peel off the crusts of her sandwich. "I like school, I-I guess." Tara confessed. Faith nodded politely, not fully understanding. "I repeat the question of why?" Tara laughed, "Cuz I'm a nerd, I guess." "I never would have guessed." Quipped Faith, but then she saw Tara's face fall. "I was kidding!" She back-peddled. "It's okay." Tara whispered. Faith felt a surge of emotions. "No. No, it's not. That was rude and I'm sorry." Faith finished urgently. She got the feeling that Tara didn't get apologized to a lot. "So, wanna hang out tonight?" She asked. Tara almost doubled over in shock. "What?" The bell rang before Faith could speak, but she quickly wrote the address of a club down and slid it across the small table to Tara. "Dress fancy." She commanded as she got up, not throwing her trash away. Tara grabbed the address and both their trash, contemplating the invitation.

Why the hell was Tara Maclay standing in a smoky club wearing a light pink party dress and looking as though she was about to vomit? Because she was getting stood up by her "friend" of course. Tears flooded her eyes as she realized Faith wasn't coming. She moved to leave the room, but someone knocked into her. That was it, she let a warm tear fall. "Tara? Whoa, hot damn." Said Faith as she knocked into Tara. The she noticed her tears. "What's wrong? Hotties like you have no reason to cry!" She placed a hand on Tara's shoulder. "You're very late." Tara coldly informed her. Faith furrowed her brow. "Only twenty minutes. Sorry blondie. Can I make it up with a dance?" She asked. Tara smiled broadly and shook her head yes. Faith offered her hand, and Tara took it. The two girls moved onto the dance floor, gyrating together. Pink satin against black leather, moving in sync on a packed floor. After a few songs and a sufficient amount of sweat, the girls sat at the bar, sipping drinks. Iced tea for Tara and a vodka cranberry for Faith. "That-that was fun." Tara admitted as she watched the dark girl pull her hair off her sweaty neck. Tara caught Faith's gaze and quickly looked away. "You can hold your own on a dance floor, Maclay." Complimented Faith, who noticed a blush rise in the girl's cheeks. "Really? Thanks." Tara fiddled with her straw. "Anyway, thanks for- for making me c-come here tonight. I don't usually go out. This is the first time I've ever, had something-someone resembling a friend. Before." Tara confessed. Faith nodded, realizing why she had become so drawn to Tara in the first place. "Me neither." She admitted, straining her voice above the loud music but failing to keep the shame out of it. "But I guess I should tell you, I'm not gonna be a normal friend. I'm kind of a vampire slayer." She said, hoping she didn't sound as crazy as her job was. She also noted the lack of a stunned expression on her new friend's face.