A/N: Well, I think this has been my longest between updates. Hope I didn't make anyone think I forgot this one. I've been sick, plus, when I have written my muse has said "Eight is ENOUGH.". If you need to reread the previous chapters go ahead. I'll wait. Ready? Now, on with the show, Reviews always welcome.

Chapter Three: Ep One One Girl Pt Three

Several hours later, Faith sat at a table with Bill, two beers in front of them. He was still on duty, but the bar was quiet. Seems like most of the demons and vamps in the bar were afraid of him. Buffy had been ready to leave right after they met Doyle, but Faith had told her she wanted to stick around and keep an eye on things. Buffy had given Faith a smirk as Doyle had offered her a ride home, the kind of smirk that said B thought Faith was staying because of the handsome bouncer. Faith had just rolled her eyes. True, he was easy on the eyes, and Faith couldn't help getting what Red would call "naughty wrong feelings" when she looked at him, but that had nothing to do with why she'd stayed.

Ok ok, LITTLE to do with it. She'd stayed because Bill was an enigma. He wasn;t a vampire, he wasnt' a demon, couldn't possibly be a Slayer, so, how did he get so strong? How had he taken out Golsh the way he had? So, she had stayed and the two were talking, and Faith was finding he really was charming company, with a good sense of humor. But, he was obviously guarded. He seemed tense, like he was waiting to be attacked at any time. When he smiled, it seldom reached his eyes. So, Faith had broken the ice by telling him a bit about herself, her shitty childhood, running away,becoming the Slayer, going evil, going to prison, saving the world from the First. He'd listened attentively, at tiems, thos e beautiful but cold green eyes seeming to bore into her and see her soul.

"So," she finally said. "You now know all about me. Tell me about you."

Bill tensed a little. "What do you want to know?" he asked, taking a drink from his beer.

"Ok, I suck at beating about the bush," she said. "Look, you aren't really setting off my Slayer sense, so you've not a vamp or a demon. But, you took out Golsh in under a minute. When he knocked you flying you hit the bar so hard you cracked the thing, then hopped rightback up. What are you? Some kinda male Slayer or something?"

Bill laughed. "Oh yes," he said sarcastically. "I'm "the one BOY in all the world." They both laughed, then he got serious. "Allright," he said. He took a drink from his beer and he seemed to get even more tense, his eyes a little colder. His tone sort of matter of fact.

"It all goes back to my father," he said. "Dad was always a...prick. According to my grandmother, he was the kid who used to torment stray animals. A bully. He lost more than one girlfriend because of hitting her. Then, in his early 20's, before he even met my mother, something happened.

"He got bit by a werewolf. I've done a bit of research into the matter, and Dad was a really unusual case. Right from the start, he could control both the change and the beast. More than that, he EMBRACED the beast. I think he truly loved being a werewolf, wether it was the power or the savagery, I don't know, but he loved it."

Faith just nodded, truly fascinated by the story.

Bill took another drink and continued. "He met my Mom and the two got married. He may have been a prick, but he could be charming. A few years later, I was born.

"Imagine, a man like my father with the power of a werewolf, and the ability to control it. He was abusive, to both Mom and me. And, he killed people. Ripped them apart like the most out of control werewolves would do. He relished the power of taking lives. It was like a drug to him. Sometimes, he would brag to my Mom about his latest kill."

Faith shook her head in revusion. Her parents had been assholes, abusive, her mother a drunk. But it sounded like Bill's Dad had been truly evil.

"I hated my father,"said Bill, his eyes far away. And then, when I was 14, the worst thing that could have happened happened.

"I found out I was just like him. Oh, I'm not a werewolf. I don't go all furry and howl at the moon. But, I have the beast inside of me. I have the POWERS of a werewolf. I'm stronger and faster than a human, with better senses, and I heal, probably as fast as you do. The beast is almost like a presence inside of me. Always wanting to get out. The wolf IS a noble animal, but, he also has a wildness, a savagery to him."

That explained a lot, Faith thought to herself. But, there was clearly more to it. "What happened?" she asked.

"When I realised what I was, I hated myself as much as I did my father," he said. His face started to take on the first true emotion he had displayed since he started the story. "One day, when I was 17, I got home from school, to find my Mom dead, and my father had left. I guess he had finally lost control when he was beating her and realised there was no way he could cover this up. I may have hated him, and myself, but I loved my Mother. She was the only truely good person I had ever known. So, I packed a few clothes and left.

"I searched for my father for six years, along the way, finding people to teach me how to fight. I lived however I could. Took menial jobs when I could find them, engaged in a bit of want, take, have, when I couldn't."

Faith chuckled. "Want take have,"she said. "I've never heard anybody but myself put it that way."

Bill chuckled too, then drained his beer. "So," he continued. "I finally found him. We talked, and the bastard actually offered to teach me more. He seemed proud that I had his powers. He seemed to want to go on a two man rampage or something. I...refused. We fought. It WAS an epic battle, but, in the end, I managed to kill him. He deserved it, but, patricide was added to my list of sins. I wandered a bit more, then wound up here. Willy was looking for a bouncer, and I needed an outlet for the beast, so it seemed like a perfect match. And here I am."

Faith got a lump in her throat. His was a truly tragic story. he reminded her of someone. Unbidden, she had a memory, to a rainy night in an allyway over three years ago. A broken, crying girl, and a vampire with a soul, determined to save her. She looekd at Bill and realized, he needed somebody every bit as much as she had when Angel tried to help her.

Bill looked up as Willy cleared his throat. "Willy's wanting to close up," he told her. He looked to the oily bartender. "Put Faith's beers on my tab, Will," he called out. Willy nodded and started turning out the lights. "C'mon," said Bill to Faith, grabbing a motorcycle jacket that had seen better days off of a coat rack. "My bike is outside. I'll give you a ride."

"Ok," Faith nodded as she follwed him out to the back ally. She saw an aged, but servicable Harley.

"Don't worry," said Bill chuckling. "I actually BOUGHT that."

Faith laughed, then got that feeling. Apparently Bill did too, because he tensed up as she did. They both looked to see at least 7 vampires. The one in front was tall, and muscular, with a shaved head, wearing a white t shirt, black denim pants, and a black leather vest. "Slayer," he hissed.

"Hey, I was wonderin when the welcome wagon would get here," Faith said, smirking at them. "I don't see any bundt cakes, so I guess you guys are here to fight." She felt Bill standing ready beside her. She wasn't going to have to fight alone.

The lead vamp smiled. "Something like that," he said. "Consider this both a test and a warning. The Darkness is coming." He turned to the other vampires. "Take her out, boys," he ordered, then shouldered his way to the back of the group.

Faith and Bill stood side by side at the ready. Faith felt her hackles rising a bit and looekd over. Bill's eyes had gone yellow. That was clearly his beast. She took out a stake as three of the vampires rushed them. She roundhouse kicked one, sending him flying. Bill stepped forward to meet the other two, his hands shooting out with speed to almost rival her own, and he grabbed both vamps by their neck, lifted them off the ground, and bashed their heads together. Faith heard one of their skulls crack. Bill dropepd that one and punched the other in the face several times, then took it's head in both hands and, straining, ripped it's head clean off, causing it to explode into dust. Faith wasted no time in staking the unconcious one, then turned to face the others.

These four were better fighters than the first three. One even had a knife. Faith and Bill made an effective fighting team. She using all her grace and skill, him pretty much bulldoing his way through. At one point, he had two of the vamps knocked out, but turned his attention to fight a third. Faith kicked the one with the knife into the wall and quickly staked the two unconcious one. Unfortunately, she felt a knife slach against her back, and cried out.

"Faith!" yelled Bill as he in=gnored the vampire he was fighting and bounded over to them. Both Faith and the other vamp watched in something akin to horror as Bill picked up the vampire who had cut her and bashed his head against the wall, so many times, it's head burst apart, effectively decapitating it. Faith took advantage of the other vamps...distraction and staked it, she and Bill looking at each other and panting.

"Did we get Curly?" asked Bill of the lead vamp.

"No," answered Faith, moving stiffly. "I think he took off right before you played Smash The Melon."

Bill chuckled, then noticed how Faith was moving. "We better look at that," he said. "My place is closer," he got on the motorcycle and started it. Faith nodded and climbed on behind him.

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Bill unlocked the door and ushered Faith into his apartment. He knew it was a dump, one room with a bed in one corner, couch, chair and tv in another, and a small kitchen area, and a bathroom. He kept it clean though. He'd found out early on that his enhanced sense of smell made an unclean apartment intolerable. He led Faith over to the bed and sat her down, then went to get the first aid kit. When he got back, Faith had removed her shirt, hodling it to cover her breasts. She was not wearing a bra.

"I think it's ok,"she said. "It's not hurting much anymore."

Bill sat down, breathing a bit heavily. God, she was beautiful and sexy! Somethign inside of her called out to the beast inside of him. He reined in the beast and examined her wound. "Yeah," he said, dabbing a little peroxide on it. "it's almost closed. You won't even need a bandage." After cleaning the wound, he did soemthing that surprised even him. In the most tender move he'd made since he was 16, he leaned over and softly kissed the wound.

Faith moaned, feeling the full effect of the after battle H&H factor. She turned, her shirt dropping, wrapped her arms aroudn bill's neck, and kissed him, firmly, passionately. He kissed back, their mouths opening slightly, and their tongues wrestling for dominance. His hand slid up and entwined itself in her hair, pulling her head back as he kissed her more roughly. She moaned and, for the first tiem in her life, let someone else take the lead sexually.

Bill broke the kiss and lay her down, pulling his own shirt off. He lay down sort of half next to her and half on top of her and kissed her as his hand massaged her breasts. The hand slid down and began undoing her pants. He quickly removed them and her boots to discover she was wearing no underwear of any type, he removed his own boots then started kissing her again, her naked, him in his jeans.

He broke the kiss and looekd into her lust filled eyes. He stared for a moment before murmuring huskily "Want you."

Faith leaned up and whispered in his ear "TAKE me!"

Cue closing credits

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