She didn't like the choices put in front
of her. But there seemed to be no contest between the two options.
1) Kill
yourself. The line will continue on and the world will return to the relative
consistency of having at least one Slayer out there finishing off vampires.
2) Stay
alive here until the world either is run over by Demons or you are killed by
some kind of Council assassin.
How
long how long will I slide
Separate
my side I don't
I don't
believe it's bad
Slit my
throat
It's
all I ever.
If she
did die, it would probably be the bravest thing that she did in her life. As
much as it hurt her to come to that conclusion she was more use dead than
alive. She had been going over every possibility in her mind. They all came
back to the same conclusion. She couldn't escape and try to fight vampires at
the same time as running away from the police. She'd done it before but as a
long-term solution it didn't really pose great prospects. She'd be killed by
one of the two sides.
Centuries
are what it meant to me
A
cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger
things could never change my mind
I've
got to take it on the otherside
Take it
on the otherside
Take it
on
Take it
on.
Make
that three sides. The other option was if the Watcher's Council took her back.
She trusted them about as much as she would trust Angel after an extremely
blissful day. They'd ice her themselves to spare them the trouble of keeping
her out of the way of the law.
Life was never fair.
I heard your voice through a photograph
I
thought it up it brought up the past
Once
you know you can never go back
I've
got to take it on the otherside.
She
looked at the photo that she kept hidden in her locker. She didn't know why she
kept it. Corners were burnt from where she had set it alight multiple times but
decided against it. There was tip-ex over a good portion of it where she had
recently covered up the graffiti and abuse that previously decorated it. It was
taken at night when the Scoobies had all taken a break. Oz's face was
relatively clear; Xander's had still graffiti over his. Willow's was hard to
make out and Buffy's and Angel's were almost non-existent. The worst was hers
though. It was simply a big gaping hole. She couldn't bear to part with it
though, despite all her efforts to throw it away.
Pour my
life into a paper cup
The
ashtray's full and I'm spillin' my guts
She
wants to know am I still a slut
I've
got to take it on the otherside
She
folded up the photo and put it in her trouser pocket.
The
cell contained no sharp objects. All edges were rounded. If a person were
having the kind of thoughts that were whirring through Faith's mind, then a
person would have a hard time making anything out of them.
Faith
wasn't just a person though.
Scarlet
starlet and she's in my bed
A
candidate for my soul mate bled
What
would she do for a chance to apologise to Buffy? To everyone?
Push
the trigger and pull the thread
I've
got to take it on the otherside
Take it
on the otherside
Take it
on
Take it
on
The
metal slats of the bed frame were suddenly exposed as the mattress whipped off.
If the suddenly unearthed slats weren't expecting that then they were certainly
surprised about what happened next. Faith's foot came slamming down onto them.
The hit had enough force to split one of the strips of metal, now brittle with
age down the middle. She looked at the jagged edge. That would do.
Turn me
on take me for a hard ride
Burn me
out leave me on the otherside
I yell
and tell it that
It's
not my friend
I tear
it down I tear it down
And
then it's born again
She
felt strangely calm. Faced with death she didn't believe that it would be all
that bad.
She
looked at the photo one more time.
"See
you on the other side"
How
long I don't believe it's bad
Slit my
throat
It's
all I ever.