Chapter One
Faith woke up surrounded by her. Her essence. She slowly turned to the right and found Buffy lying there. Faith took a deep sniff and smelled Buffy. She smelled like home. Like… innocence.
The 21 year old slayers had known each other since Faith first came to Sunnydale. Things were okay… until it was always "Buffy this, Buffy that," Like she was little miss perfect. Things spun out of control. And just a couple of days ago, Faith was re-welcomed into the Scooby Gang.
Just a couple days ago, Faith fell in love with Buffy Summers.
When Faith came back, it was like she saw Buffy in a completely different perspective. Faith pushed off of the bed and hopped into her jeans, shirt, and leather jacket. She quietly pitter-pattered downstairs into the twilight air.
Faith walked towards the Graveyard. She gripped a stake in her hand, ready for anything. She began to wonder about Buffy and what they were. What she meant to Buffy.
A low growl sounded from behind her. Faith whirled around… but she was too late. She heard the tell-tale sound of a vamp being dusted, and saw her standing there.
Buffy pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "Late-night slaying, huh?" She asked.
"Yeah. Couldn't sleep. You?" Faith replied.
Buffy nodded her head and locked eyes with Faith. Faith's palms began to sweat, and her legs were like jelly. "B… I was wondering… About us," Faith said.
"We're super-gals. The chosen ones."
"I know. But what if we're more than just friends?"
"Are you talking about a creepy and weird psychic bond between two slayers?"
"N-no. I'm talking about us being… together."
Buffy turned away from Faith. "Are you serious?" She asked.
"I…"
"After everything I've been through, you are seriously asking if I'm in love with you."
"Hey, B, I don't think that's fair. I have been treated like crap, and when I'm finally honest, you shoot me down. I'm in love with you, Buffy."
"I'm not."
"Go to hell."
Buffy began walking back to the house. The house where her mother died. The house where she discovered her sister was not real, just a ball of energy waiting to explode. The house where she had somehow missed when she was dead. Buffy felt like this was torture. "I'm already there."