Holy fuck monkeys!! 13 reviews on the first chapter alone??? You guys are confusing. Awesome, but confusing. Thank you for that. :) And Hazy -- of course I took your advice! Did you really think I wouldn't?
Thanks to everyone that has bothered to read this. It'll get better, I swear. Of course... that's based on my own opinion, so who knows. (shrug)
"Oh my god!!!" I screamed, quickly tugging the blankets up to cover my modesty. Sure I'm wearing pajamas, but she's naked so I'm thinking she has some sort of pervy motive!!
"Wassat, who's there!" She shouted, jumping up into a defensive stance. Which just left me with an even better - I mean, just closer - look at her... nakedness.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?!"
"I'm.... what?" She took a look around, seeming to be just a little too confused.
"My room, you're in my room! And... why are you naked?!"
That's when the door opened, and mom came walking in. As if things couldn't possibly get any worse...
"Buffy, what's all the screaming ab - oh good lord!! Buffy! Why is there a naked girl in your room?!"
"Ask her!" I screeched, pointing at said naked girl. At least I think I did, I have a hand over my eyes because I so don't want to look at all the nudity here.
"Look, I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for this..." Naked girl mumbled, tugging the blanket from my bed to cover herself with. "It's just... you guys would never believe me."
"You'd be surprised." I pouted, crossing my arms to help cover my chest, since she's now hogging the blanket. She just smirked over at me. God, I hate her already, she's so arrogant!
"Fine. You wanna know what happened? Well, I'd love to tell ya but I don't really remember much. Kinda get a little memory loss when I'm all wolfed out."
"..... Come again?"
Twenty minutes later we were all in the living room, with nude girl not so nude anymore. I had to give her some of my clothes, which are a little tight on her since we aren't really the same size. She may as well still be naked! Not that I would prefer it or anything... It's just, well, you know what I mean.
"First, let's start out simple." I sighed. "What's your name?"
"Faith." She mumbled, messing nervously with the sleeves on her shirt.
"Well I'm Buffy, and this is my mom Joyce."
"Buffy?" She laughed. I frowned, and she immediately wiped the smile from her face. "Sorry. I just never met nobody with a name like that before."
"Why don't you just continue on with the whole story that you don't think we'll understand."
"Right... Um... Well, it started just a few years ago, though it feels like a hell of a lot longer... Guess it's somethin' my parents passed down to me or somethin', I dunno, they weren't around long enough for me to find out, and they never talked 'bout it when they actually were around. I left Boston once they disappeared, back when I was about 10, and a few years later was when the changes happened. For example, I'd wake up naked in the strangest fuckin' places with no memory of what had happened the night before, everything after sunset was always a blur. Eventually things did start to come back to me, and it's when I was able to figure out what I am."
"A.... werewolf." Mom stated, with a look that tells me she's having trouble figuring this all out.
"Yup." The brunette nodded, looking down at her feet. She seems really uncomfortable. "I know, it sounds like total bullshit, and I don't really expect ya to believe me... but it's the truth." She glanced over at me apologetically, and that's when I noticed something - she has the same chocolate brown eyes the dog did last night.
"Oh my god, it's true..." I gasped, placing a hand on her cheek and gazing deep into those beautiful eyes. Wait, what am I doing??? And where did that 'beautiful eyes' thing come from? Well, she does have beautiful eyes... But I first noticed it when she was a dog. Somehow that makes me feel a little better about it. "Um, sorry." I blushed, quickly removing the hand. She just gave me a little grin in response.
"Do you remember anything that happened last night?" Mom asked, suddenly seeming to be just a little too curious now. I think she's going into 'protective mom' mode.
"Not much, at least not yet. More will come back to me later...." She narrowed her eyes at me, so now I'm thinking its starting to come back to her already. "Though I do remember you kept referrin' to me as a "him". Why did you think I was a dude?"
"I - I don't know, I just assumed..."
"Well, pretty sure I don't grow a set of balls when I transform, but hey, like I said, I never do remember too much from when I'm all wolfed out."
I had to cover a laugh at the crudeness of her statement. There certainly is something.... different about the way she speaks.
"Where are you living?" Mom asked. She seems concerned now.
"Well, I'm buds with the dude that owns that shitty motel down at the bad side of town. He lets me crash in one of the empty rooms for free, long as nobody rents 'em out. Thankfully it ain't too popular there, I got a place to stay most nights."
"Oh, that's terrible..."
"Nah, it's cool. I mean, I've been worse off before. I got lucky out here, most places I been to they aren't so friendly. It's why I decided to come out here in the first place. Me and my bud go way back, he was one of my best friends in Southie. Heard he moved to the sunshine state, thought I'd look him up since I was in the area. Only been livin' here 'bout a week..."
"I suppose that explains why we only just recently saw the reports in the paper." I shrugged. She just gave me this curious smile.
"I made the papers?"
"Well, I saw an article yesterday about a large dog being spotted near the woods late at night. I assumed it was you."
"Yeah, I like to stay near the woods when I'm in wolf form. Don't like bein' bugged by people."
"But last night... you came right up to me."
"I did?" She seemed surprised by that. So now I know I should feel special that she decided to follow me, since it seems like normally she avoids everyone. "Huh. Don't remember." She shrugged and kind of scratched at the back of her neck, looking around the room. I think she's sniffing for something. "Hey, you got any food?"
Me and mom watched in wonder as Faith devoured every last scrap of food that was placed in front of her. I don't think she even took a second to breathe! I mean, I'm known to crave some massive amounts of food after a good slay, but this... It's like she really hasn't had a good meal in weeks. I wasn't too far off last night.
I gave mom a pleading look as Faith continued eating, not paying us any attention at all, and I'm thinking she knows exactly what I'm dying to ask. Even seems pretty cool about it, actually, so I guess we're on the same page.
"I'll ask her once she's finished eating."
"Thanks, mom." I smiled, turning my attention back on the human garbage disposal before us. God, I wouldn't be surprised if she started eating the silverware next!
"Faith, I don't like the thought of you living the way that you are." Mom spoke up, once we made it back to the living room. "I think maybe you should stay with us."
Faith looked at me, surprised, and got up to start fidgeting around, looking extremely uncomfortable. Probably not just because of the clothes, either.
"That's nice of you, thanks. But you don't gotta look out for me or nothin', I've already caused you enough trouble. Sorry. I should just go..."
"No!" I shouted, jumping up to grab on to her arm. I found two pairs of eyes staring at me questioningly, so I just blushed and let go. "Um... I just, you know, it would be better if you stay here. There's all kinds of things out there that you don't know about, you're lucky to have survived this long!"
"No offense here B, but... I don't see how the two of you could possibly protect me from anything."
"Hey! I may seem small, but I could totally beat you in a fight..." I pouted. She laughed, which just ticked me off even more.
"Sorry, I just can't picture that."
Okay, this so won't stand. I'm just going to have to prove to her how much of a badass I really am.
"Fine, think of it this way. I was out by myself last night when I found you. Now, I'm assuming that, since you've been on your own for so long, you know at least some of the big nasties out there, maybe have taken on a few yourself. So then, how would I be able to go out in the middle of the night by myself without getting killed, or seriously injured?"
"... I dunno. Luck?"
I could see mom trying not to laugh out of the corner of my eye, so I'm pretty sure she knows this isn't going to end well for our new brunette friend.
"That's it, we're settling this once and for all." I growled. She snickered and held her hands up mockingly in defense.
"Easy there, tiger. Might not wanna take me on, you could hurt yourself."
I just gave her an innocently sweet smile and batted my eyelashes. Why not lull her into a false sense of security, it'll make it all the more fun when I take her down.
"I'll take my chances."
"Your funeral." She shrugged, turning to face my mom. "Hope your hospitality doesn't change none when I bust her face in. She's just askin' for it."
"I don't think there will be any hard feelings, Faith."
"Whatevs." She turned to look back at me and held her arms out. "I'll let you get the first shot."
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I made a big show of getting myself ready, as if I hadn't done any sort of physical activity in awhile, and slowly walked up to her. It seems like she's trying to hold back a smile, so I think she's buying it.
And here comes the good part!
Before she could even figure out what happened, I had her on her butt with a killer right hook. She brought a hand up to her face with surprise, not bothering to get back up.
".... What the fuck was that?!"
"What? You said I could have the first shot." I reached down to help her up. I should have figured she would have refused, but for some reason I was hoping she'd accept. Oh well, she'll warm up to me soon enough.
"Goddamn, I didn't even... like, I never saw you move your hand or nothin'! How in the fuck did ya do that??"
"Well, I guess I have something to tell you too." She waited, appearing to be hanging on my every word. I took a dramatic little pause just to keep her in suspense. "Ever hear of the slayer?"
"What, the band?"
"There's a band of slayers??" That's just silly! Aren't I supposed to be the only one? Giles wouldn't lie to me!
"No." She laughed, making me feel a tad embarrassed for my outburst. Of course there wouldn't be a band of slayers. "There's a band called Slayer."
"Oh."
She continued to laugh, and I'm trying not to get ticked off. I'll just focus on the way I totally just kicked her ass.
"Why don't I get you a Kleenex for that nosebleed." I smiled, ignoring the displeased frown mom was giving me as I walked away.
"So, what the fuck is a slayer?"