Evil is a Point of View
Season 4: Episode:
Summary: What if Faith didn't take that drug?
Chapter 1
Faith POV
I shouldn't have fought him. I knew it. And Angelus knew it. Grabbing me by my hair, he threw me down on the floor. His foot, pelting me in the ribs repetitively. "You're an animal, Faith," he bellowed. "Just like me!" Blood dripped out of me from the cut made on my shoe. I can't believe that asshole compared us. I know I killed a few people, but he's killed thousands.
Suddenly, a hidden strength soared through me. Left, right, right, left, my punches practically break the bastard's skin. Looming over him, I responded, "Wrong, I'm not like you."
Feeling a leg hit my ankles, I collapsed to the ground. "You will be!" Hearing a joyous growl behind me, I peered over my shoulder and caught the glimmer of happiness in his heartless yellow eyes.
Embedding his fangs in my exposed neck, I felt my life slip away. But most of all, I felt free. Death is the ultimate redemption. It's the only way I can pay for my crimes.
For some reason, Angelus lowered me down to the floor. Biting his own wrist, he held the wound to my lips. "Drink."
I felt sick inside. I need to die. I should die. Staring into his eyes, his cold, dead eyes that reminded me of how jealous of Buffy I was when she went out with him. Then, I wanted Angelus to be with the Mayor and me. His face went beneath his human mask. "Come on, Faithy, last chance."
Taking his wrist, I pressed it to my mouth and let the blood pour it. "That a girl," he muttered. Although my pulse quickened with every gulp, I couldn't stop drinking. The more blood that penetrated my lips and flowed down my throat, the more I wanted. It was like the best damn vintage of wine ever made. I felt better than five by five.
Well, that was until my heart started to lessen its beats. My breath became heavy. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. As my eyes close, darkness surrounds me. Little did I know darkness would always surround me.