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Faith set up in bed.

"What the hell was that?" she said. Faith was in Buffy's bed. Sweat soaked sheets barely covered her naked form. She looked around the room. It looked like it had been hit by a bomb. Tables and chairs were overturned. Some of the crucifixes were torn from the wall.

"Oh my God." She said. Faith dropped her head into her hands. She looked over. Xander lay besides her snoring loudly.

"Someone kill me now." She said. Something disturbed Xander's sleep. He tossed. A hand slapped against her sweaty pink thigh.

""What the hell is wrong with me?" She asked herself. Faith felt terrible. She's sworn to herself never to turn to the dark side again. She hated to think what sleeping with Xander implied. She knew what she had to do but as she looked down at him she understood that in his own way Xander had feeling s for her, real emotional girly type feeling not just tight pants feelings. Faith leaned over and whispered in Xander's ear.

"Don't love me. I'm no good for you." She said.

"I couldn't agree more." said Willow. Faith jerked her head up. Sitting across the bed from her was Willow Rosenberg.

"You look weird." said Faith.

"I'm dead. "Willow said. "Buffy tore me apart with her teeth and fingernails." The grim shade of Willow sat there with strips of flesh hanging off of her.

Faith smiled. "I know who you are." She said. "You're the First, right?"

"The one and only." It said."

"Why are you here?" Faith asked. "From what I understand, Buffy pretty much cleaned your clock."

"That thing wearing Buffy's body killed my bringers and Caleb. But I have thousands more where that came from."

"So, you're pretty useless right now? All you can do is point and tease?" Faith mocked the eternal source of evil.

"I'm here to make a deal." It said.

"Whaaaaa?" Faith was dumbfounded.

"In a day or so some real bad asses are going to storm trooper this planet. The magics of my creation bind me to this place. I'm stuck here!" The First said. "The magics do not care if this world is an expanding ball of plasma. I will be still be bound to it. Do you know how boring it is to have to wait a billion years or so for the crust of the planet to cool and life to evolve, again?"

"What do you want?" Faith asked. "And if I was stupid enough to care, how can I trust you?"

"An act of good faith huh?" Willow said as she leaned in. "Ok, how about this. A strike team from the Senior Partners is on their way over right now." The first pretended to look at a watch it didn't wear. "They should be here in about few minutes. If you survive, we'll talk." The First disappeared. Downstairs Caridad screamed. Faith jumped out of the bed without thinking. She was still only dressed in a bra and thong. She grabbed her knife. She was through the door and down the stairs in a moment.

There were two monsters in the room. One was over nine feet tall with brunt brown skin and a face made of bone with a mouth full of shark like teeth. The other looked like a huge dog. It stood over five feet at the shoulder. The first creature had Caridad by the neck. Faith made a calculation. She rushed the monster. It swiped at her. Faith ducked the razor sharp claws and jammed her knife into the arm of the beast that held Caridad. The monster dropped the girl.

Faith didn't let up. She leaned in and punched it once on the left side of its face. As it yowled, she pulled the knife out of its arm and slid the blade across the pulsing artery under its neck. Green white blood splashed against her. She slammed her weight into the monster and kept her weight on its windpipe until it stopped moving.

She heard growling behind her. Faith stood and turned facing the monster behind her. Caridad had scrambled off somewhere. Manning was on the floor. His clothing looked torn. He was lying in a pool of blood. The creature scratched the wooden floor with its claws. It growled at her. Faith growled back. Something passed between the monster and the slayer. There was a moment of recognition between the two beasts. This was the dance, the sacred movement. Death was her gift, her art. She made it with her hands. She screamed as she lunged across the room. The monster roared as it lunged towards Faith.

Her toes barely touched the ground as she danced in the air. The monster rushed pass her as Faith floated above it. Her arm slipped around its neck. She was on top of it. Her long legs held it firmly. The monster turned and slammed her against the wall. She still held it between her legs as the creature buckled. Faith squeezed the monster to her breast and stabbed it with her knife. It shook. She stabbed it again. Flowers of blood bloomed in the air. She stabbed it again and again each time penetrating deep into its body. The monster quivered. It made a strange noise. Faith joined it in the blood cry. When it was dead she pushed it to the side.

Xander had made it down the stairs. The living room was a scene of utter devastation. In the middle of it stood Faith, nearly naked and covered in the blood of monsters. He could smell her from across the room.

It took her a moment to remember how to be human. When she did, the wildness went out of her eyes.

"You can never love me." She said to Xander. He understood.