Conversations with Strangers: Faith
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Title: Conversations with Strangers: Faith
Author: Kiba Rika

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel property of Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar, Greenwalt, and Fox. No infringement intended.

Rating: PG-13 for language

Summary: Faith talks to a stranger on the bus between Sunnydale and LA.

Spoilers: Since this story takes place between the Buffy episode "Who Are You" and the Angel episode "Five by Five," it may contain spoilers for any episode in seasons one through four of Buffy and season one of Angel.

Distribution: Please do not reprint without permission. For information, contact kibawrite@hotmail.com.

Author's Notes: This is the first part in a series.

Feedback: Constructive critique is welcome. Flames will be ignored.

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It was supposed to be my town. My town. It's not like I wanted the whole fucking state of California, you know? Just a town, with a Watcher, some cutesy kids, a little umph with the boys, and some umph with the bad guys, I mean, I was a white hat, right? And white hats always get the toys, so I figured I was due.

But there was Blondie, raised from the dead all primped and ready to go. Takin' 'em out, not having any fun. All "Poor me, I'm the chosen one," and some shit like that. Whatever. She had it so bad, immortal boyfriend, slavey puppy dogs followin' her around, mom kissin' her ass just to get a sec alone with her. Oh yeah, I felt a lot of pity for this chick.

So anyway, it ended in this knockdown drag-out fight between me and B. She comes up. Waves a knife in my face. All "I'm gonna kill you." Like I was scared. She needed to save her blood-sucking boyfriend, so they could ruin everybody's life. Guess ruining mine wasn't enough for her.

So she asks me for a kiss. I was tempted, B is hot, superpowers and ooh, could that girl use to have some tension released, but I don't swing that way. So instead of kissing her, I punched her. She ended up out on the balcony. Yeah, I pushed her off it. She got lucky, landed in a dump truck. She was in a coma for eight months, though. Yeah, I kicked her sorry ass. Bitch.

What? You wanna know why I'm going to LA? Oh, to see the big city, party all night long, get some... Nah, I'm kidding. I'm just going to see an old boyfriend.