By LittleTeaLeaf
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters I'm just borrowing them and having some fun for a while but I will put them back how I found them when I'm done. So please don't sue me.
Rating: Pg-13.
Summery: Isn't it nice when people help each other out?
Author's note: This story was written because I had nothing else to do and because I have a writters block right now I couldn't manage to continue on some of my other stories. I don't know if I am ever to finish this plot idea, tell me what you think about the first part. By the way the chapters are supose to be short, I wrote it that way. And if you wonder who's pov the story is written in then you could always guess or wait a while for the next chapter to come out.
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You know you kill me, right?
It hurts to see you everyday. Every time you walk inside the room and I hear you voice it hurts a little more. I am sure that you don't mean to make me feel like this, it's just the way it worked out.
You are a innocent creature. I am not saying that that you are a saint, nobody is. I am just saying that under that hard shell of yours there is a person that wants to be loved. There is nothing wrong with that.
Even though you have killed, and been something that just can be described as evil, there is some innocent in you. Not a pure innocent, mind you. But innocent no less.
I see you now. You sit in a chair reading about some demon or another. There is nothing new about it, it has always been like this. We come here, read about the new demon, find out how to kill it and Buffy will go slay it.
No, wait. It isn't like that anymore, off course we still do the research and finds ways of killing the new demon in town. But it isn't Buffy that goes out and kill it anymore, it is you. It is you that helps us when we are in trouble and makes sure that everybody is okay.
Maybe it's what hurts the most, the fact that you are the one that is going to save the world and not Buffy.
She is dead.
Buffy died for the world and us. She died because she made a choice, it may not have been the right one but she made it. And we will just have to live with that.
But I don't want to do that. I don't want to live with her choice. She shouldn't have done it, she shouldn't have sacrificed herself to save the world. There had to be another way. Buffy shouldn't died.
You look at me, your eyes filled with worry. It is like they can see right into my soul, or see how my heart now is like a barren wasteland. You seem to be doing that a lot lately, looking at me. I wonder why you care so much.
I look away. I don't want to see your eyes. They hurt me with their stare. They do what seeing you do, they are slowly killing me from the inside. Because they have the same look, the same care that Buffy had in her eyes.
And I don't need a reminder of her, because she is gone. Because she made a choice and now I make mine. I chose to hate you Faith. Because you hurt me more then anyone else could.
You remind me of her.
TBC, maybe…