A story I've been wanting to write for a while. I appreciate constructive critisism and feedback. (: This is my first fanfic, so enjoy! Possibly some Fuffy later on. I'm not sure of the timeline yet, but I'll let you know when I figure it out. If you have any suggestions I'd be glad to hear them, as well.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Faith or any other characters from Buffy or Angel. This is for entertainment purposes only.
The music pumped loudly through the air, and through all the dancing bodies. She moved her hips along with the music and tangled her hands in her hair, and soon enough, she was surrounded by guys. She let them take turns dancing close to her, but never let them get nearly as close as they wanted. She was in control, she had the power. Knowing how easily she could control them made her smile to herself. Even though she knew that she'd never find a dude who didn't want her just to get into her pants. They're all the same, she thought to herself as she continued to dance.
After a couple songs she went over to the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary. She handed the bartender four dollars and within a minute her drink was gone. That's more like it. She smiled as she felt the effects of the alcohol spread through her body. After a couple more drinks her dancing became a bit sloppier, but she still swayed her hips perfectly in tune to the music. While she was walking back to the bar some guy lightly slapped her on her ass.
*flashback*
"Damn, you have a better ass than your mom," he said, admiring her as she bent down to grab something from the fridge. He licked his lips as he thought most disgusting, perverse thoughts. He came up behind her and slapped her hard on her butt. She cringed and bit back all the nasty things she could say.
She whipped around to face the guy, "Who gave you permission to touch?" she asked, angrily as her fist connected hard with his jaw. He hit the cement floor and touched his bloody lip right before he passed out; slayer punches were powerful.
"Hey!" the bartender yelled at her. She glanced at him then quickly escaped through the back door and down the street. Why can't they just keep their hands off for once? I wish all the guys I met didn't always think with their dicks. She sighed as she turned a street corner and approached the motel she was staying at. Home sweet nasty, run-down motel, She thought as she tried to jiggle the key into the lock. Damn thing. Why doesn't anything work right anymore? She let out a frustrated breath as the key slid into the lock. She entered the room and shut and locked the door behind her. She sat on the end of the twin bed and kicked off her shoes. She wrapped herself in the covers as the tears threatened to come. No, I won't cry over him, that bastard doesn't deserve it. He's affected my life enough. Why can't I just get over the past? Why did I ever let them do those things to me? Why? She thought as she drifted off to sleep.