Let me know what you think. Couldn't get this plot out of my head, so I went ahead and posted it.
Chapter One: Vampire of Her Dreams
Buffy looked around the elegant bar, searching for familiar faces in the dimly lit establishment, but didn't find any. She sighed, turning back to her Long Island Iced Tea to continue twirling the little blue umbrella sticking out of it . It seemed like she had been sitting there forever. Just sitting, waiting, sipping, and twirling, But anything was better than the cold night that awaited outside.
She pulled her black jacket a little tighter when the bar door opened, letting in a little bit of the wind that was raging just through the door, but her legs were assaulted making her shiver. If that was what it would mean to leave the bar, then she never wanted to leave it or its warmth. The bar quieted as the figure that had entered the bar took off their long black hooded coat, dropping mists of snow onto the wooden floors, and shaking some out of their hair before hanging the coat on a rack near the door.
Buffy took in the sight of the woman, she looked young - too young to be in a bar - her slightly damp hair hanging long in waves over her shoulders. Her long sleeved shirt, also black, as were her jeans, and boots, clung to her tightly, accenting her toned, shapely figure, 'Vampire,' Buffy thought, her muscles tensing, preparing to quickly jump into action, but the vampire didn't start any trouble.
She walked over to the bar, casually taking a seat next to the blonde, 'The usual, yeah?' she said, raising a bill in the air for the bartender to grab.
'Sure thing,' he smiled, heading to a room behind the bar. He returned with a black bottle in hand, placing a glass in front of the dark haired woman, 'Anything else?' he asked, pouring a thick red liquid into the glass.
Buffy took a sip of her own drink, eyeing the blood being poured into the glass. She knew that stuff like that was going on in the world; that most of the once ordinary bars were now in the business of selling blood to their vampire customers, but she had never actually witnessed it. However, seeing that she wasn't the only one cautiously eying the incomer, she found comfort in knowing that not everyone in the world was such an easy believer in the way things had changed.
'I'm good,' the brunette answered, 'Just keep 'em comin.'
He sat the bottle on the bar top with a wink, and then went to serve a few other customers.
Buffy took another sip of her drink, watching the brunette gulp down all of the blood in the glass out of the corner of her eyes, 'Hungry?' she asked, looking away from the brunette.
'Starved,' she wiped the blood off of her lips, sucking on a few fingers to lap up any remaining, 'Why…' she moved into Buffy's space, her mouth suddenly close to the other woman's neck, 'you gonna feed me, slayer?'
Almost as fast as the brunette had invaded her space, Buffy grabbed the vampire by the throat, slamming her back onto the bar, and getting to her feet. She ignored the low growl she could feel rumbling beneath her fingers, focusing only on the eyes burning into hers, and the fangs that were now on a full show, without the woman morphing.
There was a change in the air that made Buffy glance around her. Everyone in the bar now stood on edge, watching in anticipation. They were all vampires. Each one stood with their fangs out, chests unnecessarily heaving, and low growls emitting.
But the odds against her didn't phase the slayer at all. She tightened her grip, and turned back to the brunette only to see the same look of anticipation that the other vampires wore. Her own lips curved into a dangerous grin as she reached for the stake inside her jacket.
The blonde reached for the clock-radio beside her bed, not bothering to lift her head off the pillow as she turned her alarm off. Like she did every morning, she spent a few more minutes in bed before going to the bathroom to start her day. After that she put on some yoga pants and a loose shirt, made her way downstairs for a quick breakfast of fruit and coffee, and then headed out for her morning jog. By the time she got back, the whole castle would be awake. The halls would be full of girls rushing to get to wherever they were supposed to be, or girls hoping to make it to the kitchen before it was so packed that it was hard to move, let alone make a cheese omelet. Her morning run was the only quiet time she had outside of locking herself in her apartment, and as fun and peaceful as that could be, she needed time outside of her place that didn't lead to someone asking her for advice on how to properly block an uppercut.
This time alone aloud her to work through the dreams that were becoming too violent, sexual, and cryptic for her taste. For years, she had had dreams featuring a shadowed figure. Sometimes they'd be across a room, or pinned by her strong hands, or in her bed pinned by her strong hands. But she could never see who they were. Anytime it would seem like things would get a little clearer; that she'd catch a glimpse of their face, the dream would fade away, or suddenly the room would erupt in a frenzied war between vampires, and what Buffy now realized was her army of slayers.
The first slayer that could be identified in her dreams was Kennedy. After stalking the dark figure through an alley way, they had come upon a girl fighting off three vampires. She was ducking, kicking, and launching at each one of them in what seemed to be a panic, but when her long locks stopped swaying with her movements, Buffy saw a strong and determined look on her face with a hint of amusement. The next day, Giles had arrived with the potential slayers at her Sunnydale doorstep, and in walked Kennedy.
Slowly but surely, more and more of the slayers in her dream became faces she could recognize, though never all of them, but the shadowed figure remained just that - a shadow. It wasn't until three months ago that its face became clear, and all the guessing Buffy had done had been shattered. The only thing she had always been able to since was that it was a vampire beside her. A vampire that had something within them that no other vampire she had encountered in her years of slaying had. The air around them was heavy and thick with power, so much so that Buffy's skin always tingled in her dreams. She felt like they were opposite ends of a magnet, fighting hard to keep a distance from one another, but ever more drawn together and curious as to what would happen if they didn't keep a distance.
When the shadow turned out to be a young looking, wavy haired brunette with a set of the darkest brown eyes she had ever seen, Buffy was thrown back. Over the years she had guessed it was Angel, or Spike even at one point, but never a girl who only looked to be about seventeen. Her face had become clear in one of the dreams that were too sexual for Buffy's taste. She was rolling them over so that she was on top of the shadowed figure, and before the shadow itself even became clear, for the first time Buffy's movements became clear to her. She had never really been able to pick out the details before, but this time she noticed her hand slip between them, and strong legs wrapping around her waste. Something in that moment made things click. The figure beneath her was a woman. And then the shadow was no longer a shadow.
Beneath her was a girl with wet wavy hair plastered to her face, her lips slightly parted, fangs descended. There were no wrinkles or creases in her forehead, which Buffy was no longer surprised by because of the world outside of her dreams. The vampire's eyes were barely open, heavy and dark with lust as she stared up into Buffy's eyes. It was a moment Buffy felt all too conscious and aware, like her dream had slipped into a certain reality, and she was really there. She could feel the slick skin beneath her, the fingers of the hand that was once descending now making patterns just above the brunette's sex; she could feel the string of sweat drip down her own back, and hands gripping her shoulders; and she could feel the burning between her thighs. Being all too conscious and aware, she could also feel a panic begin to build within herself. Just as she was about to quickly remove herself from the girl beneath her, the girl placed a soft hand on her cheek, and the dream faded.
Since that dream the figure that was once a shadow was always clearly the teenage vampire and things only grew more intense. The fights were bloodier, the sex raunchier, and what Buffy had thought she could one day figure out on her own became too complicated for her to even begin to wrap her head around. Like the last dream she had, it had been a long time since she and the brunette had seemed to not know one another. It wasn't so rare that they got violent with one another, but it was never to strike and kill, it would always be fighting and then sex. In this dream she had gone as far as reaching for a stake she knew would be in her jacket pocket, and the group of vampires she was used to finding herself fighting in her dreams were instead waiting for her to take action. Whether it was so they could then slaughter her, or pat her on the back in congratulations she did not know, but she knew one thing for sure - Something had changed.
"Your destiny has arrived, my child."
Faith walked into her apartment, not at all surprised to find her door wide open and her maker helping herself to a glass of blood. Of course, the woman was not alone. At the bar in front of the kitchen was an auburn haired girl, with hanging cross earrings. On the other side of the room leaning on the back of an antique chair, wearing all black as usual, was Paul, a vampire Faith knew very well.
He stood up straight, a small grin upon his lips, and silently walked towards Faith, "Maker," he placed his hands on her elbows, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"Stop with the Maker bullshit," she slid her hands into his, gave them a little squeeze, and then playfully pushed him back. He laughed and went back to stand behind the chair, winking over at the young woman by the bar. Faith simply glanced at the girl, neither smiling nor scowling, and then approached the woman who had made her what she was. A woman slightly shorter than her, wearing a long purple silk dress, and golden wrist cuffs, with her black hair hanging in big curls over pale shoulders, "Mihaela," she kneeled down on one knee, kissed the woman's outstretched hand, and then stood back up.
Mihaela took a sip of blood, her hazel eyes fluttering closed, "Mmm, it's fresh," she said, with a thick Slovenian accent.
"I've got a girl from South Africa," her eyes followed as Mihaela first let the mystery girl at the bar take a sip from the glass, and then Paul before sitting in the chair he was leaning on, "I thought we weren't meeting again until three months from now," Faith said, seeing that the woman was settled.
"Things change," she waved nonchalantly.
Faith sat down on the couch across from the woman, making sure to keep the youngest vampire in the room in her peripherals, "Things having to do with my so called destiny?"
"Despite what you refuse to believe, your part in this world goes beyond stalking through clubs, working a night job, and taking care of your wretched mother," she crossed her legs, "There will be some people coming to you in hopes of finding me, and accessing your current situation - being a slayer and a vampire."
Noticing movement out of the corner of her eye, Faith turned to growl at the young vampire by the bar, "Are we going to have a problem?" she asked, seeing the frenzied look in the girl's eyes.
"No, you're not," Mihaela met the girl's eyes, "You will not touch her. Control yourself."
The girl nodded, moving to casually lean on the bar as if nothing had happened.
"Forgive her, she's new. Any mention of a slayer and she's trying to rip their head off without a second thought. One of the many reasons Jason sent her to me," she huffed, laughing bitterly, "Idiot. Like it's my job to handle his mistakes," for a moment she sat taking sips of blood, the room falling silent, all eyes on her. Once the glass was empty, she handed it to Paul, who promptly went to clean it and put it back in its place, "Like I was saying, there will be people coming to you looking for information on how to find me, and to make sure that you're on your best behavior and not some raging animal."
"And who are these…people?" Faith asked, picking at a loose string on the couch, "Do you want me to kill them?"
Mihaela laughed, "No, quite the contrary."
"You can't be serious," the girl at the bar sighed.
Mihaela was at the young vampire's side, her fingers gripping her by the mouth, "Silence. I've had enough of your adolescent behavior for a lifetime," after a pause, she laughed, "Well, that's ironic," she returned to the chair, leaving the girl to rub her tender cheeks, "When they come to you, I want you to spend time with them, and if things go accordingly-"
"Which means what exactly?" Faith questioned.
"It means," she stressed, purposely showing that she was going to ignore the interruption, "I want you to be sure that they won't try to kill either one of us when you bring them to me. I know you don't like what you're hearing, because I know you, but I have never lead you into anything without a purpose, and we both know it. No matter how insane things may appear in the beginning, remember me telling you this-If you trust them, tell them anything and everything you know about me, and then bring them to me. They will request that of you right off, but I'm not completely sure of their intentions just yet, so ignore their request. They want to know things about you too, so just stick to that until it looks more promising."
"And if doesn't?"
Before Mihaela could answer, the door was thrown off its hinges. A blur swept through the room, causing a few stray things to move with its current, and Faith was instantly on her feet, catching them mid run by the collar. It was a vampire, a young man with short spiked hair, his eyes bright yellow, and chest heaving. Faith snarled, "Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want?"
Three more figures appeared in the room, two of them standing guard by the door, while the other one - wearing a long black coat, hood pulled to cover their face - walked forward. They held up a single hand, stopping the Paul and Mihaela's other young vampire.
"Mihaela," he said, in a deep rumbling voice, "We need to talk."
Buffy jogged up to the castle and immediately slowed her pace upon seeing an array of vehicles parked in front of it, that weren't there before she left. Once she spotted Kennedy's, she knew there was business to attend to. The younger slayer had recently sent on a mission to recover hidden files that the old Council had put into hid around the world, most of which they had found out were petty tales of slayers that weren't so cooperative with the uptight overbearing British bunch. But considering the large number of slayers that had obviously returned with Kennedy - they were a special forces team that trained separately and only came together for big assignments - she knew something big had finally been found.
Walking in, she was immediately told that she was expected in the library where Kennedy, Willow and the rest of the special forces team were waiting for her. On the way, she could hear whispers of speculation. All of which had to do with a certain rumored army of vampires that Buffy was more than interested in hearing about herself, but if it were simply about the group of vampires than the whole special forces team wouldn't be at the castle. They'd be wherever the army was, and Buffy would already be on her way be on her way to meet them there, instead of in Willow's study.
"Good, you're back," Willow said, upon Buffy's entrance.
Kennedy, who had been sitting on the corner of her girlfriend's large desk, stood up and instead went to stand by the redhead's side, "You're not going to believe what we found in India."
Before sitting down, Buffy said hi to the rest of the girls, who were quietly standing around the room. The only faces that were completely familiar were Rona's and Vi's, the rest of the slayers were selected after much training, and she had yet to get to know them well seeing that they all lived at opposite corners of the earth.
"I'm hoping that it has to do with supposed army of vampires on the east coast," she said, honestly. At least then she'd get to take them down, and not deal with whatever bigger problem they were obviously about to present to her.
"Well, as you know, I had a bit of one on one time with the a former Council member that we all thought was dead like the rest of them, and he told me about some tomb in India where they had stashed away a few more of the files. This place was guarded by a big ass group of these nasty demons, which I found to be a bit ironic, because the old Council wasn't as friendly as we are to the neutral types, but anyways-"
"There were files on a slayer vampire."
All eyes turned to Vi, who looked down slightly, her face turning red, "Sorry, Ken."
Buffy turned back, "There's a what?" A few months after all the potential had been called, they had wondered about a few vampires that may have been potential before their deaths, and also whether any slayer that had been bitten could be turned, but all roads had lead to it being impossible. Any slayer that was turned came out of their graves as the same old vampires, and they had even managed to track down a few potentials that had been turned and even they were normal vampires, "How's that possible?"
"We're not exactly sure yet, Buffy. But this slayer was turned before we made all the potential slayers into actual slayers. She was apparently called right after Kendra, which would mean that she's the last traditionally called slayer. It could be that because she was called traditionally she somehow possess something within in them that allows them to be turned, and maintain their slayer abilities as well. But like I said, we're not sure."
She looked down at her hands, her mind not seeming to be able to fully process what she was being told, "So you're telling me there's a vampire out there that doesn't only have the strength of a vampire, but the strength of a slayer too?"
"That's exactly what we're telling you," Kennedy nodded, "The files that we picked up say that this girl's watcher was killed by an ancient vampire named Kakistos. A real nasty bastard with cloven hands and feet. She gave him a nasty cut that inevitably left him blind, which is big because, you know - vamps heal. He wasn't so happy about it, but seeing that she was alone and didn't stand a chance against him alone, she took off. A couple months later she went back, dusted him, and then vanished. It wasn't until a few years later that the Council by chance found her, and by then she was a vampire. They tried to catch her of course, so they could kill her, but they never were able to capture her. She's reported to still be somewhere in her hometown, Boston."
The door to the study opened and Dawn walked in, a single file in hand, "I found the photo you wanted of the potential slayer that was reported dead. It's weird, no other slayer was listed as being called after her," she handed the file to Willow, and then looked around the room, "Hey guys," she smiled, "Hey Buffy, how was your jog?"
Buffy was too busy watching as Willow opened the folder, to answer her sister's question. The other woman stared at the photo for longer than it seemed necessary before looking to Buffy with an expression that told the blonde that it was worse than they thought.
"Um," she closed the folder, "Buffy and I need to talk alone for a moment."
Kennedy frowned, "Babe-"
"Everyone out," Willow said, more sternly. She gave Kennedy a sympathetic smile, "I'll fill you in later."
It was obvious that Kennedy wasn't happy with what she was hearing, and neither were a few of the other girls, but instead of continuing to question things, she gave the rest of the slayers a look and they all headed out of the room, "Later," she said, meeting Willow's eyes.
"I get filled in later too, right?" Dawn asked, but seeing the look Buffy gave her, she left quickly.
Willow slid the file to Buffy, who picked it up slowly. Her best friend's behavior was making her more than curious, and worried. Taking a deep, she opened the folder and gasped, almost dropping it. Her heart was racing, palms suddenly sweating, "No."
"Buffy," Willow said, gently, "What do you want to do?"
Swallowing hard, she tore her eyes away from the photograph, "We're going to Boston."
"So you see, I think it would best if you and your fledglings would stay away from my club tomorrow night. We are trying to keep an image after all."
Faith, who was now seated in the chair Mihaela had once chosen, huffed dramatically, "And who the fuck are you exactly?" she asked the hooded man. Her maker, standing behind her, placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. As much as she wanted to continue mouthing off, and dismissing the fact that whoever was in her apartment was someone of importance, there was no way she could disobey the woman behind her.
"Forgive her, she's very protective," the woman smiled, "But, I'm wondering the same thing. As you know, I am much older than you, and more powerful. I do not appreciate you following me first of all, and I especially don't appreciate you walking into my child's home without so much as a knock," she paused, giving a slight shrug, "It's just rude."
Paul gave a low growl from his place next to the auburn haired vampire, who was obviously trying hard not to attack the intruders. They had both been standing quietly by the bar, their eyes glued to the unwanted guests.
The first vampire that had suddenly burst into the room stood from the couch, challenging Mihaela, but the hooded figure was obviously in charge and when he gave low hiss, the weaker vampire stopped in his tracks.
"She isn't lying when she says she's much older than I, don't make the mistake of attacking her," he walked forward, getting closer to Mihaela and Faith, "It was your human birthday recently, wasn't it?"
"It was," she grinned, rubbing a hand just above one of Faith's breasts, "And I quite enjoyed myself."
Faith moved a hand to cover her maker's, noticing that the robed figure followed its path, "So did I," she grinned.
He laughed, "Heed my warning, Slovenian. Or you and your children will regret it," he lifted a finger towards Faith, "Especially this one. There is something different about her. Something that makes me think….she'd be a tasty treat."
This time it was the oldest vampire in the room that growled, "Leave this place, or I will kill you were you stand."
"And there would be hundreds rushing to avenge my death," he spat. They stared at one another for a moment, before he sighed, "But I will leave. I will know if you step foot in my establishment tomorrow night, and if there is any trouble, in case you are dumb enough to ignore what I am saying to you, then you will be killed. And I will feast on your pet here. Let's go."
In a split second, the intruders were gone. Paul growled more dramatically, slamming his hand on the bar, while the other young vampire began to pace the room clenching and unclenching her fists, "I wanted to rip his head off," she said, through gritted teeth.
"You and me both, kid," Faith said, standing and dropping her maker's hand. She took a few steps before turning back to the woman, "I'm guessing I'm going to this asshole's club tomorrow night."
Mihaela smiled, "You know me so well."
"And these people that will try to find you through me, that wasn't them was it?"
She shook her head in response, "No, they will come to you at the club. I'm having someone tip them off that you will be there."
Faith, though not sure she was so happy with what her maker was asking of her, despite the opportunity to possibly kill each one of the vampires that had entered her home without permission, knew that she was going to obey Mihaela. Not only because she was her maker, but because she trusted her as well. If whoever was looking to get to the woman through her was set out to kill her maker, then she would kill them first.
Willow knocked on her best friend's door, hoping that she hadn't run off into the night. When she heard the other woman call for her to come in, she sighed in relief before entering. Immediately upon entering the apartment, she found Buffy sitting on her couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, "Buffy, we got some news from our contacts in Boston. About Faith."
Faith. That was her name; a name she had so much hoped to have been revealed in her years of dreaming. But she had never imagined that it would come with such a heavy price. Honestly, she had hoped that the vampire wasn't real at all when her face was revealed. Not only because she wasn't sure she wanted to deal with her love life becoming more complicated by gender, but also because she didn't want to deal with the complications of being with another vampire. Now it turns out that she's not only a vampire, but a slayer as well. And considering all the violent dreams she also had about the vampire, she was more concerned than ever about whether she was good or not. Whether she had her soul or not.
"What is it?" she asked, barely looking over at her friend.
She took a seat on the couch, making sure to give the slayer a bit of space, "A slayer in Boston just called to say that all of her underground contacts have told her that Faith may have our information about the vampire army in the east coast. That she may be connected to their leader."
"Or she is their leader," the blonde mumbled.
Willow smiled sympathetically, "I had forgotten all about her. It's been such a long time since I had to go inside your head, so you could defeat Glory. Even then I couldn't see her face. I only guessed it was her in the photograph because of your description that you gave me a few months ago. Have you still been having dreams about her?"
"Yes. They've never stopped. Lately, they've just gotten…worse."
"Worse, how?" she frowned.
"They're really violent, and cryptic. Nothing ever makes sense, which is typical for a slayer dream, I guess," she had never told Willow about the sexual parts of her dreams. It didn't seem necessary when she was hoping that the brunette was just a weird figment of her imagination, and even as she sat next to the redhead, she wasn't sure it was necessary to tell her now. Just because her dreams were sexual, didn't mean things would become sexual in real life.
"Kennedy's are always weird, too," she placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder, "Everything is going to be okay, Buffy. Even if we do have to fight her, and her army of vampires - which we're not sure is the case just yet - we'll make it just like we always do. Plus, you said that in a lot of dreams you actually get along and just spend time together. Maybe those are the dreams you should focus on for now. She could help us."
Buffy nodded, "I hope she does."
The lights were flashing upon entrance, Buffy was in the lead with Willow and Kennedy behind her, followed by Xander and Dawn. It was the opening night of the newest club in Boston, the first legally known and governmentally acknowledged Vampire-Human club, RITS-short for Rocket In The Sky. It was seven years after the fall of Sunnydale, and there had been many changes in their world. After the apocalypse in Los Angeles, it was kind of hard to keep things like the existence of vampires, demons, dragons, and multiple devils a secret.
Three years after setting up the new Council, they had gathered enough girls to go and help Angel. There was no way to kill everything out there, and it still wasn't done, but they were able to at least make sure all gates into their world were closed, thanks to Willow and a few of her students. Then they spent two years fighting and killing as many demons as possible, while newly found slayers were continuing to train and fight whatever creatures of the night that lived in their assigned district.
During the middle of the second year of being in Los Angeles something had gone south on the dark side of things. Apparently, vampires were not being treated fairly within the ranks, and were starved almost everyday. Buffy thought that that made sense seeing that it was a little hard for humans to live in places where dragons swooped down and swallowed them if they took even one step outside their door. If they still had a door. But because of these injustices the vampires felt were being inflicted upon them, they decided they wanted to take a look at the brighter side of things, and not as in meeting the sun. A huge influx of vampires made their way to Los Angeles, even as far as from Europe in fears of having such an apocalypse spread across the globe, going to aid the slayers in ending the rain of darkness in The City of Angels.
Meanwhile a few vampires decided to take a political outlook on things, and became legal citizens…again. Of course, that meant no more massacres, and killing to feed - butcher shop profits went way up, eventually becoming a huge vampire market - but there were always the few.
Now, as if it weren't already a problem in the underground, vampire groupies were lining up to party with, sleep with, simply get bitten by, or get turned by a vampire. RITS was the first official nightclub for vampires and vamp groupies, and anything you wanted there, you could get it. There were only two rules-no fighting, and remember that no means no. Otherwise, you'd be dealing with getting thrown out and possibly having to deal with a committee of vampires that have an agreement with the government as they try to somewhat establish one of their own. Within country limitations, of course. But Buffy and the others still felt it was worth checking out, and they were following a lead on finding Faith Lehane, the slayer-vampire that had Buffy had been dreaming about for years.
Trying to adjust to the flashes of white chaotically disrupting the dark warehouse turned club, and get over the insanely loud music, Buffy stopped and turned to look at her friends and family, "I'll just head straight down the middle," she gestured behind her, down a few steps to where all the dancing was happening, "This is a delicate operation, so let's try to be on the gentle side of things if we can," giving Kennedy a pointed look, she watched as Willow headed towards the upper floor, Xander was going to check out the left side of the club-the side where the hardcore groupies let a few vamps take a sip, Dawn was taking the right side-the bar area with a few places to sit, and Kennedy was going to check out the back of the club-which usually consisted of obscene public sex. Seeing that fighting in the club would mean they'd have to deal with their own law enforcement and government, because the vampire committee only handled matters in the vampire community, they had been the only ones to come inside the club, but the special forces team, along with a few of the Boston slayers, was scattered around the club and city incase anything went wrong.
She walked down the few steps, heading towards the crowded dance floor. Even without the flashing lights, she could see the dance floor would be chaos. Trying to draw as little attention to themselves as possible, they had all dressed the part for their operation in the club. Buffy had decided on a tight black dress that was a little on the short side, her hair - its natural color for the mission, so to draw as little attention to herself as possible - straight and flowing slightly past her shoulders, and black high-heeled boots that clung to her calves. Minus the choker, and more than a few leashes she was seeing, she felt she fit in just great. She had even decided to be a bit more generous with her black eyeliner, just for kicks.
"I've got nothing so far, Buff," Willow informed.
Buffy was about to say the same, but she bumped into someone and stumbled, causing a domino effect. A few vamps hissed at her, and the humans glared, "Sorry," she shouted, raising her hands in surrender. Making it through the middle of the crowd was almost impossible, and extremely irritating, especially since there were vampires everywhere. None of which were shying away from showing their fangs, without completely morphing; it was the new thing. She felt like at any moment one of them would turn just when she wasn't looking and dig their sharp canines into her jugular, despite the rules set in place. Which she hoped to god Kennedy would keep in mind, and not end up punching before asking. Once they found Faith, they were going to leave the club and leave the junior slayers to keep watch just incase things went south. Only the head honchos, and the two top Watchers were to directly approach Faith.
'Being that powerful, it wouldn't be hard to find a few lackeys,' and now that there was more than two slayers in the world, an army would be needed to even make a dent in the number of active slayers. Then their was the special forces assigned to handle all vampire matters by the government, who came equip with flame throwers, guns that shot out stakes, and sometimes tranquilizers-which is why no one wanted them involved at all, minus a few interested corporations.
When she reached the middle of the dance floor, she froze. A few sleazily dancing people over, a pair of eyes met hers behind thick eyeliner like her own. With her eyes on her, she suddenly noticed the imbalance of power she felt in the club. It was as if she could feel the power coming from the dark haired vampire. She didn't know whether she wanted to run over and kill the woman, or sniff the air around her, circling her with studying eyes, after killing off the female leather clad vampire grinding against her. Thinking neither were a good idea, she simply began to walk towards her, keeping their eye contact as she pushed people to the side, ignoring any hisses or glares this time. With the way she was feeling, if one of them did try anything, she'd stop them in their tracks before she knew it. Every accidental graze of skin against hers sent out a signal to attack. But she didn't attack, she wouldn't.
Finally she stood in front of the vampire that was grinding her back into Faith's front, paying Buffy no mind really, as her obviously died red hair shook in pink-tails with the side to side motion of her head. For some reason, Buffy wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the redheaded vampire-the type of red that is too red, and darker than the usual redheads. A puny, leather clad, pink-tailed vampire grinding up against a dark haired, dark eyed, powerhouse; the ordinary vampire probably had no clue who or what she was even dancing with, or how unevenly matched they were in every aspect of physical contact. But Buffy she didn't laugh, and the vampire continued to ignore her as Faith continued to stare, now with a wild grin spread across her face.
That grin set off the slayer within Buffy even more; made her want to jump up and down, pounding her fists on the ground like a mad gorilla, 'What is going on with me?' before she could stay too long on that thought Faith, while keeping her gaze and the grin on her face, whispered something in the ear of the vampire she was dancing with, making the woman stop dancing and look at her for a moment, obviously not so happy by what had just been whispered to her. After hissing and making sure that Buffy saw her fangs, the redhead was gone like that, and Faith was moving closer to her.
"Hi," she said, moving close enough to speak next to Buffy's ear, "Something you're looking for?"
The husky voice in her ear swept over her like fire, the slayer within her now pulling at every muscle in her body, "Nothing in particular," she managed, though not as confidently as she had hoped. Though she was strictly there on business, she didn't want to just demand that the other woman go outside with her for an interrogation, and possibly capturing. Instead, she let herself be guided by the hands that were now on her hips, "You?"
She laughed from deep in her throat, making it rasp, "Not anymore," with a quick yank, she pulled the woman's hips to hers, putting her nose in her hair and taking a deep breath. Unlike most of the people and vampires in the club, the petite woman smelled of flowers and sunshine-like life. With a grin she began sway with the music, pulling the other woman along with her, and eventually starting to move faster.
Buffy couldn't quite push herself to move with the chaotic rhythm of the song, it had been a while since she'd really gone out dancing, and she was having to focus so hard on keeping her urge to either move away or move closer-to smell the brunette just as she had been smelled-But standing there staring into the eyes that were once again staring back into hers was not an option. She took a few slow deep breaths hoping to make her inner self calm.
"Buffy, is that her? Do you want me to come down?" Willow said, suddenly in Buffy's head.
Faith's fingers spread in Buffy's hair, pulling her head back slightly, "What's your name?"
"Buffy-"
"No. No, I'm fine," she finally managed telepathically. Faith was still waiting for her to answer, "Buffy."
She growled, turning the small woman around, and catching her when she slightly lost her footing, "Slayer," she said slowly, her lips curling up. Wrapping an arm around Buffy's waist, she pulled her closer, grazing her nose over the tan skin of her neck, "Tell me," she breathed, "are you gonna feed me, slayer."
Buffy's eyes went wide, and her muscled tensed as she suddenly realized just how overwhelmingly dangerous it was for Faith to be that close to her neck truly was, but before she had time to react to protect herself, she was pushed forward. She stumbled, bumping into more than a few people, and then turned to look back at the other brunette to see that she was heading the other way, pushing through the crowd.
"She's heading out the back door," she notified Willow, knowing she would warn the girls outside, getting them ready just incase they were pulled in to help. That was the worst case scenario, which would mean she wouldn't be able to handle the slayer-vampire herself, so she was hoping it wouldn't come to that. When she reached the back of the club, shivering instantly at the cold air hitting her skin, she was surprised when she was suddenly pushed back up against the door by the woman she had been following.
"Why are you following me?" she asked, through gritted teeth. Someone tried to come out the door, she presumed it was the slayer's backup so she slammed her hand against it, forcing it back shut. Her fangs sprung from their hiding place, her other hand moving to Buffy's chest to hold her against the door.
Buffy slapped the hand away and went to push the woman back, but suddenly found herself being slammed back against the door with a loud thud, knocking the breath out of her. She now knew for sure that the woman in front of her was no ordinary slayer or vampire, she hadn't even seen her move.
"Answer me," she hissed, catching Buffy's gaze fully, and staring deep into her eyes, "Answer me, now."
Before Buffy could even think to answer, Willow appeared behind the brunette, about to put a hand on her shoulder, but Faith had sensed her immediately. One moment she was holding Buffy against the door, and then she was gone.
