Authors note: Hello people long time no see, well this is it the sequel to Bad Moon Rising. If you haven't read my previous fic it doesn't matter, although it might clear up any confusion in later chapters.

- All you really need to know is that Faith isn't a slayer she's a Garou, which is a type of werewolf.

- Wesley's a baddie and a party pooper :-(

- Faith no longer needs the ring of Khonsu, let's say that Tara cured her. I meant to clear that little problem up in the last fic but it slipped my mind.

- And this fic takes place about a month after Buffy and Faith got back from their vacation. So now that we've got the formalities out of the way lets get this show on the road. This fic is going to be slightly darker than the last one and for the record I have no idea where I'm going with it, let's just day you'll need a torch.

Carnage

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns everything.

Chapter 1

There was blood everywhere, the walls and furniture where saturated with it and the smell of death hung in the air. Faith felt like she was floating as she made her way upstairs, the panic and need to find Buffy, to make sure she was okay, was overwhelming, blocking out all other thought. As she neared Buffy's bedroom door she heard, a deep guttural growl followed by a scream. Blind panic and fury where fighting with each other for control as she ran the rest of the way towards Buffy's room. Throwing the door open she saw Buffy standing in the centre of the room with her back to her. "Buffy?" she asked hesitantly, stepping cautiously into the room. Hearing her name Buffy turned to face her and Faith could only stare in horror at what she saw. Buffy's body was covered in lacerations and her neck bore a gaping wound, her clothes and skin where saturated with blood.

"Why Faith? Why did you do this to me?" she asked sadly.

Faith shook her head, tears falling from her eyes, "Oh God B, I didn't, I-I wouldn't." she stammered. She tried to move towards Buffy, but found herself unable to move. Looking down she saw the reason why. Hands had appeared from the floor and where holding her legs in place. She looked back up at Buffy as she heard her speak.

"I thought you loved me, I trusted you Faith, I loved you and you spat on me. You spat on them." she said gesturing behind Faith. Turning round Faith saw with horror that it was the campers she had torn apart under Kennedy's orders. They where now nothing more than rotten corpses.

"You're a monster Faith, and you need to be punished. We demand it." Buffy said. The corpses nodded and began advancing towards her. Faith desperately struggled against the hands holding her in place, but they held firm. She could do nothing but watch as her dead victims descended on her screaming for her blood.

Faith sprang up gasping, her scream dying in her throat, before she got to voice it. The remnants of her dream fading as she realised where she was. Looking across at Buffy she saw that she was sleeping soundly. Breathing a sigh of relief she ran a hand through her hair, this had been the third night in a row that she'd had this dream and it always got to her. Looking at the clock she saw that it was only half three in the morning. Knowing their was no way she'd be going back to sleep any time soon, she decided to go and get some fresh air. She carefully got out of bed and took her packet of smokes from her jacket pocket, before quietly leaving the room.

Motel - Downtown Sunnydale.

The flickering neon sign bathed the dingy room and its single occupant in an eerie green glow. Making the mouldy stains in the corners of the room appear ten times larger. Wesley sat in the chair in the corner, surveying the room with disdain, still unable to believe what he had been reduced to. He had been a man that had had it all, a good upbringing, good schooling, he'd even managed to climb the ranks of the Watchers council, to become a Watcher and had had his own slayer. Now he was a fugitive hiding out in a stinking flea infested motel, too afraid to venture any further than the shop across the street. His only visitor, was the motel manager, occasionally checking to make sure he was still alive. At least someone cares. He thought.

Wesley had considered leaving Sunnydale, but then he realised there was no point. Why bother running if you've nowhere to run too. He knew without a doubt that he couldn't go back to England as the council would arrest him on the spot. Instead he sat in his room, drinking away his days waiting for a sign, something that would give his life meaning again.

A knock on the door broke him from his stupor. Climbing to his feet he aimlessly threw the empty scotch bottle onto the bed, watching vacantly as it rolled off not soon after, and smashed on the stained carpet. Whoever was at the door knocked again, this time with a hint of impatience.

Staggering over to the door, he attempted to look through the peephole, however this turned out to be pointless as it was too grimy to see through. Gathering himself together, he ran a hand through his hair, pathetically attempting to make himself appear presentable. Cautiously opening the door he saw was greeted by a man in a dark suit, Wesley's first thought was 'council' however when the man spoke, his American accent belayed those fears.

"Wesley Windham-Pryce?" The man asked. Wesley nodded numbly, unable to voice his reply. "I work for an important government organisation, who feel that they could greatly benefit from your knowledge and experience. If you'd be kind enough to let me have a minute of your time, I'd like to outline the proposition we have for you." The man couldn't help but smile as Wesley opened the motel door and quickly ushered him inside.

Meanwhile - Buffy's room

Buffy stirred and rolled over, she went to cuddle into Faith and was surprised to find her girlfriends side of the bed empty and cold. Frowning Buffy opened her eyes and saw that Faith wasn't in the room, which could only mean that she was outside again. Sighing Buffy threw the covers off of her and climbed out of bed.

Quietly padding down the hall, trying not to disturb her mom, she made her way downstairs. Stopping to peer out the kitchen window, she wasn't surprised to see Faith sitting on a chair on the porch smoking. Buffy might be blonde but she wasn't stupid. She knew that Faith had been having nightmares, if that's what you could call them, regularly for the past month. Whatever they where they where bad enough to keep her up at night, and she'd often be unable to get back to sleep. Buffy had pressed her about it once, but Faith had merely shrugged her off saying that they would pass, but Buffy knew there was more to it than that. Faith had been sleeping less which was making her cranky, and living with a cranky werewolf isn't all tea and roses, more growling, grunting and short fuses.

Buffy had respected Faith's wishes and had waited to see if the nightmares would pass themselves, and they hadn't, if anything she could see that they appeared to be getting worse. She was done waiting, Faith might be able to live in denial but Buffy couldn't. It was time to put her foot down.

Backyard - Outside

Faith turned her head as she heard the back door swing open, and saw Buffy striding towards her, with her own version of the resolve face firmly in place. She quickly stubbed out her cigarette and shoved it back in the packet, before turning her full attention to Buffy.

"Hey B, sorry if I woke ya." she said apologetically, holding her hand out to Buffy, who took it and let herself be pulled into Faith's lap.

"It's okay, I didn't hear you leave. I just woke up and found you gone, again." Buffy replied, the last word said quietly, causing Faith to sigh. "You're still having those dreams aren't you." Buffy stated, her tone gentle. She studied Faith's face intently and couldn't help but see the haunted look in her eyes. "I wish you'd tell me what's wrong with you." she said in concern.

"There's nothing wrong with me-" Faith started.

"Faith I'm not blind, or stupid. Something's bothering you, ever since we've got back you've been acting different. It's not just me that thinks so, the Scoobs can see it as well." Buffy said, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of Faith's neck. "You haven't had a full night's sleep for over three weeks, and I've heard you calling out in your sleep." Faith looked at her in surprise causing Buffy to smile sadly. "You're not as good at hiding it as you thought."

Faith shook her head in disbelief, "I just thought that if I ignored them they'd go away and leave me alone." Buffy waited patiently as Faith tried to find the words to tell her what was wrong. "I've been having these dreams, about the people I killed, when I wake up from them I feel, dirty." she said quietly. "But sometimes I wake up feeling, energized. Like I need to hunt, to kill, most of the time the urge passes."

Buffy frowned, "What do you mean most of the time?" she asked gently.

"A couple of times the urge was so strong I had to go and find some vamps, to take the edge off." she said ashamedly. "I'm scared that I'll wake up and find that I've hurt you, or that the urge will be to strong and I'll lose control."

"How long have you felt like this?" Buffy asked.

"Since before the battle, I was gonna tell you I swear but it didn't seem important and I didn't want to worry you."

"Baby, you know you can tell me anything, no matter how stupid or small you think it is." Buffy said, cupping Faith's cheek in her palm. "That's what being in a relationship is all about, it comes with the job description." she said gently, causing Faith to smile. "In the morning you and I are going to go and see Giles, and we'll find out what's causing this and fix it." she said confidently, kissing Faith on the lips.

"But what if we can't." Faith asked grimly.

"We will." Buffy said firmly, her tone holding no room for argument. "C'mon lets go back to bed, it's still early." she said, climbing off of Faith's lap and gently tugging her hand. Faith picked up her cigarettes and let Buffy lead her back into the house. With the thoughts running through their heads they both knew that sleep was the furthest thing from their mind.

Tbc.

A/N: Well what do you think? It's kind of a weird first chapter I know, but please review and let me know what you think. I'll try and get the next chapter up within the next couple of weeks at least :-)