He sat at the table, nervously biting his fingernails, and waiting for her to show up. He left the slop they called food sitting untouched on his tray and darted his eyes around the cafeteria. She had avoided him all weekend. Never returned his phone calls, wasn't there when he showed up at her house, nothing. In a small way he was glad. He wasn't exactly hoping to be the next thing on her menu. He mentally kicked himself for the thought and grabbed a few books he'd taken from the library out of his bag. He'd seen all these weird books on the occult from the few times he's actually been inside. He tried to break into the library on Saturday but found the Mr. Giles the librarian was still there. He wondered why the hell he would be on school grounds at the three-thirty in the morning and had to turn back home. He snuck in this morning when he wasn't there and took a few books on vampires and werewolves. That Buffy chick stared at him really funny when he marched out. He hoped she didn't know he had taken anything.
He turned around to look for Faith again and saw her enter the cafeteria in pretty much the same way she always did. Backpack slung over her shoulder, head down to be easily ignored, walking a beeline right for their table. He was a little relieved to see that the Xena warrior princess march was gone. She threw her bag on the table and fell into her chair wordlessly.
"Hey," he said. "Missed you this weekend."
She didn't reply. Just sat with her chin pressed into her chest and not looking at him.
"I got these books," he said pointing to the few on the table. He looked around to make sure no one was listening to them and dropped his voice to a stage whisper. "I got to thinking," he said quietly. "Some weird bloodthirsty thing in the woods bit you, and all of a sudden you're acting different. Killing that asshole aside, you were being strange all day. So I'm looking through these books right? To see if there's some explanation and I come across two things. Now I know it may be a little hard to process at first, but just hear me out. I think that... Either one, you're either a werewolf, or two, a vampire. I can't decide which one because you don't exactly fit the mold for either of them. It wasn't a full moon when you got bit. And you can walk in daylight."
"Xander..." She mumbled quietly.
"Now I think these books are up to par with the info because they're pretty old and you know the rumors about Mr. Giles and all this freaky shit."
"Xander," she said again.
"I know you ripped a guy to shreds Faith and I don't care because he was going to hurt us both. But I think we should find some way to help you. Maybe even reverse it."
"Xander shut up!" She shouted.
Half the population in the cafeteria turned to point and laugh at her sudden outburst and Xander just sighed. It was typical.
"Hey freaks!" Someone shouted. "Why don't you take the lovers quarrel outside!"
More people laughed and Xander turned to look at Faith. His eyes went wide when he saw the state she was in. Her teeth were flashed in a snarl and a low growl emitted from her throat and he reached across the table to stop her from jumping at whoever said that.
"Faith," he said. "Calm down."
Her teeth flashed at him and he immediately moved his hand away. She looked like a tiger on the hunt; her eyes were so focused on their prey. He still tried to stop her when she jumped up from the table and launched her self at the group of kids eating next to them. She punched at the guy who'd called them freaks and knocked him flat on his back. She growled viciously as she jumped on top of him and kept swinging while his friends looked on stunned. Xander ran and tackled her off the kid and she thrashed wildly to buck him off.
"Faith!" He shouted. "Relax okay? He's just a dick! It's not worth it!"
She slowed her movements and calmly surrendered to his hold. He thought she was purring but didn't have time to find out as he was ripped from her by school security.
"Principal's office," he said sternly wagging a finger at Faith. "Now."
***
Xander waited in a seat outside Snyder's office while the man inside shouted his beliefs in discipline loud enough to be heard through the door. He called her the usual labels of troublemaker and criminal. He heard muffled threats of suspension and even expulsion. A few slams of his fists on the desk followed. His eyes went to the clock on the wall. He'd been going for about twenty minutes now. Much longer than he usually did. He tapped his hands on his legs, much to the annoyance of Snyder's secretary. Five minutes later Faith came walking out of the office with the little rat man in tow, waving his finger, talking about the tightness of ships. He looked up to see Xander standing there and huffed at him.
"Harris," he said tonelessly. "Why am I not surprised to see you waiting after your favorite little delinquent?"
"She's my friend," Xander replied.
"I believe accomplice is a more appropriate term," Snyder said. "School is still in session I suggest you get to class."
Xander rolled his eyes and followed after Faith, trotting down the hallway to catch up with her. He walked silently next to her, almost afraid to ask the millions of questions flowing through his mind. He didn't want to be scared of his friend, and most importantly he didn't want to have any reasons to be scared for her. Sure she got into more than her fair share of fights. But when she nearly beat a kid to death for merely calling them names they'd always been called. He reached out to offer a comforting touch but thought better of it.
"Are you going to tell me what happened back there?" Xander asked. "Or are you going to bury yourself in denial and tell me to go away."
She didn't reply at first, merely gave a tired sigh. She shrugged indecisively and kept walking.
"Well at least you're not telling me that you're fine," he offered.
She turned her head and shrugged again. It was then he realized that maybe she didn't know exactly what was going on either. She wasn't offering any explanations because she had none. He ran a hand through his hair, sending the spikes more skyward, and put his other hand on her shoulder. She immediately shrugged him off and he shoved both hands in his pockets.
"I don't think staying at school is a good idea," he said.
"I don't need Snyder to get on my case anymore," she mumbled.
"Fuck Snyder."
"No thanks."
"I just think that maybe we should get away from people for a little while."
"Why is that exactly?"
"You didn't seem in control back there," he said. "I see that now. You couldn't help it."
She snorted loudly and punched the row of lockers they were walking next to. Xander stopped dead when he saws the size of the dent she had put in it.
"I couldn't help it," she offered quietly. "If I really wanted to I could but... I don't know what's wrong with me. I *wanted* to hurt that asshole Xander. Just like I wanted to tear that fucking mugger to pieces. Something inside of me wanted to do all of it and I was too weak to fight it off. I don't think I can fight it off."
He took her hand and held it firmly.
"Hey now," he murmured. "That's not the type of attitude my little firecracker has. We can fix whatever this is. I know we can. We just have to try."
"Getting soft on me Harris?" She asked.
"Maybe," he replied. "Come on; let's get the hell out of here."
***
"So I'm either turning into a vampire or a werewolf," Faith said as she plopped down on his bed. "Gee Johnny what's behind door number three?"
"Well, I don't know exactly." Xander admitted thumbing through one of the books he'd taken. "It just seems like you've got some traits of both of them. Of course it could be nothing and you could have just developed these crazy homicidal urges on your own."
"Thanks for the confidence of my character asshole," she muttered.
"Sorry. I just want cover all angles here."
"Since when did you want to be Sherlock Holmes anyway?"
"Since my friend started attacking people," he shot back.
She looked hurt and he rushed to apologize but she waved him off. They sat staring at the walls for what felt like hours, the awkward silence between them feeling like a concrete wall. He looked through the books some more, only finding info on how these so-called creatures of the night killed, acted, and migrated. Nothing about how they became what they are. Nothing in detail anyway. He knew from general knowledge that werewolves were made when one bit someone. And getting your blood sucked and then sucking theirs created vamps. From what knew of happened to Faith that night it seemed like both things applied to her. There was not book to cover that.
"Okay," he said. "We're going to try a few things here, to see if any of the crap Hollywood told us about the undead and lycanthropes were true."
"You're not going to stake me in the heart or anything are you?"
"No, I was thinking of some other stuff."
"Like what?"
He walked to his desk drawer and pulled out a small golden cross that he mother had given him when he was eight. He waved the crucifix back and forth in front of her face.
"Anything?" He asked. "Do you feel horrified?"
"Annoyed is more like it," she said. "What is this proving exactly?"
"It's a common known fact that crosses drive vampires batty."
"You know this how?"
"It's in the books," he defended.
"Right."
"Okay, so the cross is a no go. I have something else."
He pulled out a small vile of holy water and lifted it for her to see.
"When did you go out and get that?" She asked.
"This weekend," he answered. "Okay I'm just going to pour this on you, tell me if it burns."
He dumped the water onto her arm and looked confused when nothing happened.
"How does that feel?" He asked.
"Wet."
"No burning?" She shook her head. "Nothing?"
"Not a thing. Look, I think this proves that I'm not a damn vampire. So could we just cut this crap out?"
"Sure," he sighed dejectedly sinking to sit on the floor. "What about the werewolf aspect? I think my dad has a silver knife somewhere."
"You think I'm going to let you anywhere near me with a knife?"
"It was just an idea."
He sighed and tossed the books across the room in frustration. He threw his head into his hands, trying to think of anything else that could help them. Faith remained quiet on his bed, mindlessly kicking her legs up and down. He got up to feed his goldfish and perched himself on the windowsill. He looked at her lying there and sighed. He cared so much for her it hurt to see her going through this. She was his best friend. They'd been through nearly everything together. Junior high, puberty, the hell that was High School. They'd always helped each other out no matter how dim the situations may have been. He would help get through this. He had too. He saw that her legs had stopped moving, he stood to see her eyes closed and that she had fallen asleep. He smiled to himself and quietly stepped out of the room.
***
He came back into the room a few hours later. She was still asleep and he wondered to himself why she was so tired. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently ran a finger across the strands of her hair. She looked so peaceful like this. A small part of him wished she could look that way forever. He moved his hand away and contemplated going back downstairs when she stirred. Her eyes opened slowly and her hand quickly shot out and grabbed his wrist. He instinctively tried to pull his arm away but she held firm. Her head shot up and she looked around the room like she'd never been in it before. She was sniffing around like a bloodhound.
"Faith," Xander said calmly, giving up on trying to get her to let go of him. "It's okay; you're in my room. You fell asleep."
"Xander?" She asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "Just little old me."
She sat up and sniffed his shoulder before rubbing her cheek against it. Her fingers tightened around his wrist and she moved up to sniff along his neck. He didn't know what to make of her actions. He thought that maybe she had a nightmare or something and was just looking for a comforting shoulder to rest her head on, but when she flicked her tongue out against his ear, he know it wasn't.
"Whoa there girl," he said trying to squirm away. "What are you doing?"
"Did you take a shower or something?" She asked ignoring him. "You smell good."
"W-well you know me and hygiene," he stuttered uncomfortably. "We're great friends."
"Mmm," she purred. "Seems like."
She nipped softly at his ear before running her tongue down his neck. He tried to scoot off the edge of the bed but the hold she had on his wrist kept him still. Her left hand trickled across his back, pulling his shirt out from his jeans and moving under it to run her hand along the bare skin. He sucked in a breath at the sensation of her hands running over his body. Hormones were clouding his mind and for a few seconds he let himself be lost in her touch. He came to his senses when her hands moved to his chest and tweaked his nipples.
"Whoa," he said moving as far he could. "That's a big whoa now. What are you doing here Faith? We're buds. Buds don't play nipple games."
She ignored him and slid closer once again, her lips grazing across his cheek and under his chin.
"Faith," he said firmly. "Come on, what are you doing?"
She moved her mouth from kissing along his jaw line and sighed.
"Come on X-man," she spoke in a dirty little girl voice he'd never heard her use. "All these years of you and me against the world, didn't you ever wonder what it would be like?"
"I'd be lying if I said no," he admitted. "There were a few times yeah, but isn't that typical when a guy is friends with a girl? I mean we do think about sex ten times more than you do."
"Not now you're not," she said crawling into his lap.
She looked up at him with a sexy pout, her bottom lip jutted out slightly. His eyes ran along the length of her lips, felt the seduction coming off her in waves wondered what would truly be so terrible about giving in. His eyes darted back and forth from her face and her lips. She grinned sensually and put the palms of her hands on his shoulders, pushing him down on his back. She ground her hips into his and he hissed as her felt himself stiffen against her. He was starting to lose his mind so had him so worked up. For a split second he realized who was doing all of this to him and he tried to sit up but she pushed him forcefully back down.
"What's your hurry?" She asked.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked in a whisper.
"Xander," she purred bringing her face to hover centimeters above his. "I've never wanted anything more."
She crushed her lips to his, pushing her tongue passed his teeth and demanding that his respond. Her hand ran under his shirt before ripping it off him completely. She stopped a second the remove her own shirt and Xander couldn't help the gasp that escape his lips. She grinned as she lowered herself back onto him. She kissed along his neck and shoulders and he tried to move his arms to wrap them around her but she grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them over his head. He struggled mildly against her but she held firm.
"You taste so good," she mumbled, running her tongue along his collarbone.
She felt his blood pulsing inside of him, heard his heart beating in his chest. His skin was so hot and he tasted so good, her head spun with the sensations. She felt her lips curl back in a snarl, her teeth moving to graze the skin delicately. Her hands shot to cover his mouth as she growled and buried her teeth into the tender flesh of his neck.
***
He woke up a great pain coming from his body. He tried to lift his head only to be met with a lightning bolt shooting through his neck. He winced and threw his head back onto the pillow. For a second he thought it had all been some crazy dream. He couldn't believe he had just slept with Faith, although sleeping had nothing to do with it. He felt sticky everywhere and ran his fingers across his neck, feeling the teeth marks she had left. He scratched off a piece of dried blood with his fingernail, and bit his tongue to keep from crying out. His eyes bulged with short bursts of realization. The night was a big blur to him. He remembered Faith seducing him. Remembered that he let it happen. He didn't know much else. He didn't even know if he was any good. Fighting back the ache he rolled onto his side and used his arm to push himself up. He felt more dried blood on the sheets and stood on shaky feet. His head spun from standing upright and he nearly fell back onto the bed.
Wondering where she could have gone his fingers moved back to the spot on his neck where the teeth marks were. He couldn't believe she bit him. He checked the rest of his body for any other marks and only found some tender spots that would probably be bruises later. He walked to his dresser to pull out a fresh pair of boxers when he realized his old pair was in shreds. He had to wash himself off. He stumbled down the hall toward the bathroom, hoping his parents weren't around.
He pushed open the door to see Faith sitting on top of the toilet, head buried in her hands. If she had noticed he walked in she didn't show it. He turned to briefly to look in the mirror and didn't want to believe what reflected back at him. His entire front half was covered in a dried blood trail running from the teeth marks embedded in his neck. His hands shot up to it again and he turned to Faith the shock overcoming him briefly. She still hadn't looked up at him.
"Faith," he asked. "Are you okay?"
"No," she mumbled. "Something's really wrong Xander."
"I think we've established that fact," he replied.
"Back in there," she said pointing her finger back toward his room. "I wanted you so badly. More than I've ever wanting anything. But I can't tell you why that is because I don't know. Something inside somewhere just demanded it. I don't regret it happening, I mean, it was great. It was wonderful but..."
"But?"
"I..."
"Whatever it is you can tell me," he said warmly.
"Are you sure about that?" She asked.
"Positive."
"I wanted to kill you," she said quietly.
She lifted her head to look at him finally, her teeth were now a row of sharp and pointed fangs. Blood dripped down her chin from where she bit her lip.
"Oh god Xander," she cried. "What the fuck is happening to me?"
He turned around to look for Faith again and saw her enter the cafeteria in pretty much the same way she always did. Backpack slung over her shoulder, head down to be easily ignored, walking a beeline right for their table. He was a little relieved to see that the Xena warrior princess march was gone. She threw her bag on the table and fell into her chair wordlessly.
"Hey," he said. "Missed you this weekend."
She didn't reply. Just sat with her chin pressed into her chest and not looking at him.
"I got these books," he said pointing to the few on the table. He looked around to make sure no one was listening to them and dropped his voice to a stage whisper. "I got to thinking," he said quietly. "Some weird bloodthirsty thing in the woods bit you, and all of a sudden you're acting different. Killing that asshole aside, you were being strange all day. So I'm looking through these books right? To see if there's some explanation and I come across two things. Now I know it may be a little hard to process at first, but just hear me out. I think that... Either one, you're either a werewolf, or two, a vampire. I can't decide which one because you don't exactly fit the mold for either of them. It wasn't a full moon when you got bit. And you can walk in daylight."
"Xander..." She mumbled quietly.
"Now I think these books are up to par with the info because they're pretty old and you know the rumors about Mr. Giles and all this freaky shit."
"Xander," she said again.
"I know you ripped a guy to shreds Faith and I don't care because he was going to hurt us both. But I think we should find some way to help you. Maybe even reverse it."
"Xander shut up!" She shouted.
Half the population in the cafeteria turned to point and laugh at her sudden outburst and Xander just sighed. It was typical.
"Hey freaks!" Someone shouted. "Why don't you take the lovers quarrel outside!"
More people laughed and Xander turned to look at Faith. His eyes went wide when he saw the state she was in. Her teeth were flashed in a snarl and a low growl emitted from her throat and he reached across the table to stop her from jumping at whoever said that.
"Faith," he said. "Calm down."
Her teeth flashed at him and he immediately moved his hand away. She looked like a tiger on the hunt; her eyes were so focused on their prey. He still tried to stop her when she jumped up from the table and launched her self at the group of kids eating next to them. She punched at the guy who'd called them freaks and knocked him flat on his back. She growled viciously as she jumped on top of him and kept swinging while his friends looked on stunned. Xander ran and tackled her off the kid and she thrashed wildly to buck him off.
"Faith!" He shouted. "Relax okay? He's just a dick! It's not worth it!"
She slowed her movements and calmly surrendered to his hold. He thought she was purring but didn't have time to find out as he was ripped from her by school security.
"Principal's office," he said sternly wagging a finger at Faith. "Now."
***
Xander waited in a seat outside Snyder's office while the man inside shouted his beliefs in discipline loud enough to be heard through the door. He called her the usual labels of troublemaker and criminal. He heard muffled threats of suspension and even expulsion. A few slams of his fists on the desk followed. His eyes went to the clock on the wall. He'd been going for about twenty minutes now. Much longer than he usually did. He tapped his hands on his legs, much to the annoyance of Snyder's secretary. Five minutes later Faith came walking out of the office with the little rat man in tow, waving his finger, talking about the tightness of ships. He looked up to see Xander standing there and huffed at him.
"Harris," he said tonelessly. "Why am I not surprised to see you waiting after your favorite little delinquent?"
"She's my friend," Xander replied.
"I believe accomplice is a more appropriate term," Snyder said. "School is still in session I suggest you get to class."
Xander rolled his eyes and followed after Faith, trotting down the hallway to catch up with her. He walked silently next to her, almost afraid to ask the millions of questions flowing through his mind. He didn't want to be scared of his friend, and most importantly he didn't want to have any reasons to be scared for her. Sure she got into more than her fair share of fights. But when she nearly beat a kid to death for merely calling them names they'd always been called. He reached out to offer a comforting touch but thought better of it.
"Are you going to tell me what happened back there?" Xander asked. "Or are you going to bury yourself in denial and tell me to go away."
She didn't reply at first, merely gave a tired sigh. She shrugged indecisively and kept walking.
"Well at least you're not telling me that you're fine," he offered.
She turned her head and shrugged again. It was then he realized that maybe she didn't know exactly what was going on either. She wasn't offering any explanations because she had none. He ran a hand through his hair, sending the spikes more skyward, and put his other hand on her shoulder. She immediately shrugged him off and he shoved both hands in his pockets.
"I don't think staying at school is a good idea," he said.
"I don't need Snyder to get on my case anymore," she mumbled.
"Fuck Snyder."
"No thanks."
"I just think that maybe we should get away from people for a little while."
"Why is that exactly?"
"You didn't seem in control back there," he said. "I see that now. You couldn't help it."
She snorted loudly and punched the row of lockers they were walking next to. Xander stopped dead when he saws the size of the dent she had put in it.
"I couldn't help it," she offered quietly. "If I really wanted to I could but... I don't know what's wrong with me. I *wanted* to hurt that asshole Xander. Just like I wanted to tear that fucking mugger to pieces. Something inside of me wanted to do all of it and I was too weak to fight it off. I don't think I can fight it off."
He took her hand and held it firmly.
"Hey now," he murmured. "That's not the type of attitude my little firecracker has. We can fix whatever this is. I know we can. We just have to try."
"Getting soft on me Harris?" She asked.
"Maybe," he replied. "Come on; let's get the hell out of here."
***
"So I'm either turning into a vampire or a werewolf," Faith said as she plopped down on his bed. "Gee Johnny what's behind door number three?"
"Well, I don't know exactly." Xander admitted thumbing through one of the books he'd taken. "It just seems like you've got some traits of both of them. Of course it could be nothing and you could have just developed these crazy homicidal urges on your own."
"Thanks for the confidence of my character asshole," she muttered.
"Sorry. I just want cover all angles here."
"Since when did you want to be Sherlock Holmes anyway?"
"Since my friend started attacking people," he shot back.
She looked hurt and he rushed to apologize but she waved him off. They sat staring at the walls for what felt like hours, the awkward silence between them feeling like a concrete wall. He looked through the books some more, only finding info on how these so-called creatures of the night killed, acted, and migrated. Nothing about how they became what they are. Nothing in detail anyway. He knew from general knowledge that werewolves were made when one bit someone. And getting your blood sucked and then sucking theirs created vamps. From what knew of happened to Faith that night it seemed like both things applied to her. There was not book to cover that.
"Okay," he said. "We're going to try a few things here, to see if any of the crap Hollywood told us about the undead and lycanthropes were true."
"You're not going to stake me in the heart or anything are you?"
"No, I was thinking of some other stuff."
"Like what?"
He walked to his desk drawer and pulled out a small golden cross that he mother had given him when he was eight. He waved the crucifix back and forth in front of her face.
"Anything?" He asked. "Do you feel horrified?"
"Annoyed is more like it," she said. "What is this proving exactly?"
"It's a common known fact that crosses drive vampires batty."
"You know this how?"
"It's in the books," he defended.
"Right."
"Okay, so the cross is a no go. I have something else."
He pulled out a small vile of holy water and lifted it for her to see.
"When did you go out and get that?" She asked.
"This weekend," he answered. "Okay I'm just going to pour this on you, tell me if it burns."
He dumped the water onto her arm and looked confused when nothing happened.
"How does that feel?" He asked.
"Wet."
"No burning?" She shook her head. "Nothing?"
"Not a thing. Look, I think this proves that I'm not a damn vampire. So could we just cut this crap out?"
"Sure," he sighed dejectedly sinking to sit on the floor. "What about the werewolf aspect? I think my dad has a silver knife somewhere."
"You think I'm going to let you anywhere near me with a knife?"
"It was just an idea."
He sighed and tossed the books across the room in frustration. He threw his head into his hands, trying to think of anything else that could help them. Faith remained quiet on his bed, mindlessly kicking her legs up and down. He got up to feed his goldfish and perched himself on the windowsill. He looked at her lying there and sighed. He cared so much for her it hurt to see her going through this. She was his best friend. They'd been through nearly everything together. Junior high, puberty, the hell that was High School. They'd always helped each other out no matter how dim the situations may have been. He would help get through this. He had too. He saw that her legs had stopped moving, he stood to see her eyes closed and that she had fallen asleep. He smiled to himself and quietly stepped out of the room.
***
He came back into the room a few hours later. She was still asleep and he wondered to himself why she was so tired. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently ran a finger across the strands of her hair. She looked so peaceful like this. A small part of him wished she could look that way forever. He moved his hand away and contemplated going back downstairs when she stirred. Her eyes opened slowly and her hand quickly shot out and grabbed his wrist. He instinctively tried to pull his arm away but she held firm. Her head shot up and she looked around the room like she'd never been in it before. She was sniffing around like a bloodhound.
"Faith," Xander said calmly, giving up on trying to get her to let go of him. "It's okay; you're in my room. You fell asleep."
"Xander?" She asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "Just little old me."
She sat up and sniffed his shoulder before rubbing her cheek against it. Her fingers tightened around his wrist and she moved up to sniff along his neck. He didn't know what to make of her actions. He thought that maybe she had a nightmare or something and was just looking for a comforting shoulder to rest her head on, but when she flicked her tongue out against his ear, he know it wasn't.
"Whoa there girl," he said trying to squirm away. "What are you doing?"
"Did you take a shower or something?" She asked ignoring him. "You smell good."
"W-well you know me and hygiene," he stuttered uncomfortably. "We're great friends."
"Mmm," she purred. "Seems like."
She nipped softly at his ear before running her tongue down his neck. He tried to scoot off the edge of the bed but the hold she had on his wrist kept him still. Her left hand trickled across his back, pulling his shirt out from his jeans and moving under it to run her hand along the bare skin. He sucked in a breath at the sensation of her hands running over his body. Hormones were clouding his mind and for a few seconds he let himself be lost in her touch. He came to his senses when her hands moved to his chest and tweaked his nipples.
"Whoa," he said moving as far he could. "That's a big whoa now. What are you doing here Faith? We're buds. Buds don't play nipple games."
She ignored him and slid closer once again, her lips grazing across his cheek and under his chin.
"Faith," he said firmly. "Come on, what are you doing?"
She moved her mouth from kissing along his jaw line and sighed.
"Come on X-man," she spoke in a dirty little girl voice he'd never heard her use. "All these years of you and me against the world, didn't you ever wonder what it would be like?"
"I'd be lying if I said no," he admitted. "There were a few times yeah, but isn't that typical when a guy is friends with a girl? I mean we do think about sex ten times more than you do."
"Not now you're not," she said crawling into his lap.
She looked up at him with a sexy pout, her bottom lip jutted out slightly. His eyes ran along the length of her lips, felt the seduction coming off her in waves wondered what would truly be so terrible about giving in. His eyes darted back and forth from her face and her lips. She grinned sensually and put the palms of her hands on his shoulders, pushing him down on his back. She ground her hips into his and he hissed as her felt himself stiffen against her. He was starting to lose his mind so had him so worked up. For a split second he realized who was doing all of this to him and he tried to sit up but she pushed him forcefully back down.
"What's your hurry?" She asked.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked in a whisper.
"Xander," she purred bringing her face to hover centimeters above his. "I've never wanted anything more."
She crushed her lips to his, pushing her tongue passed his teeth and demanding that his respond. Her hand ran under his shirt before ripping it off him completely. She stopped a second the remove her own shirt and Xander couldn't help the gasp that escape his lips. She grinned as she lowered herself back onto him. She kissed along his neck and shoulders and he tried to move his arms to wrap them around her but she grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them over his head. He struggled mildly against her but she held firm.
"You taste so good," she mumbled, running her tongue along his collarbone.
She felt his blood pulsing inside of him, heard his heart beating in his chest. His skin was so hot and he tasted so good, her head spun with the sensations. She felt her lips curl back in a snarl, her teeth moving to graze the skin delicately. Her hands shot to cover his mouth as she growled and buried her teeth into the tender flesh of his neck.
***
He woke up a great pain coming from his body. He tried to lift his head only to be met with a lightning bolt shooting through his neck. He winced and threw his head back onto the pillow. For a second he thought it had all been some crazy dream. He couldn't believe he had just slept with Faith, although sleeping had nothing to do with it. He felt sticky everywhere and ran his fingers across his neck, feeling the teeth marks she had left. He scratched off a piece of dried blood with his fingernail, and bit his tongue to keep from crying out. His eyes bulged with short bursts of realization. The night was a big blur to him. He remembered Faith seducing him. Remembered that he let it happen. He didn't know much else. He didn't even know if he was any good. Fighting back the ache he rolled onto his side and used his arm to push himself up. He felt more dried blood on the sheets and stood on shaky feet. His head spun from standing upright and he nearly fell back onto the bed.
Wondering where she could have gone his fingers moved back to the spot on his neck where the teeth marks were. He couldn't believe she bit him. He checked the rest of his body for any other marks and only found some tender spots that would probably be bruises later. He walked to his dresser to pull out a fresh pair of boxers when he realized his old pair was in shreds. He had to wash himself off. He stumbled down the hall toward the bathroom, hoping his parents weren't around.
He pushed open the door to see Faith sitting on top of the toilet, head buried in her hands. If she had noticed he walked in she didn't show it. He turned to briefly to look in the mirror and didn't want to believe what reflected back at him. His entire front half was covered in a dried blood trail running from the teeth marks embedded in his neck. His hands shot up to it again and he turned to Faith the shock overcoming him briefly. She still hadn't looked up at him.
"Faith," he asked. "Are you okay?"
"No," she mumbled. "Something's really wrong Xander."
"I think we've established that fact," he replied.
"Back in there," she said pointing her finger back toward his room. "I wanted you so badly. More than I've ever wanting anything. But I can't tell you why that is because I don't know. Something inside somewhere just demanded it. I don't regret it happening, I mean, it was great. It was wonderful but..."
"But?"
"I..."
"Whatever it is you can tell me," he said warmly.
"Are you sure about that?" She asked.
"Positive."
"I wanted to kill you," she said quietly.
She lifted her head to look at him finally, her teeth were now a row of sharp and pointed fangs. Blood dripped down her chin from where she bit her lip.
"Oh god Xander," she cried. "What the fuck is happening to me?"
