Title: Faith, or the Lack There Of
Chapter: 4
Story: Made to Fight, Born to Slay
FEEDBACK: I need it! PLEASE!!!
Email: angel_chic101@hotmail.com
My fanfic site: http://expage.com/page/baff
A/N: It might be a while before I get a chapter after this up, because I have a really big plan for it. Plus, end of semester is this week and next and I am going to have 2 massive Honors Algebra 2 tests (a chapter, and a cumulative- ick). So, if I don't get another chapter up anytime soon, it's not because I abandoned this story. Blame it on school crap. Just think, if you really want to see another chapter soon, you can help me with my Math!
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/Faith. My mom's name is Faith. It seems kind of ironic.. .. Faith isn't exactly something I've had a lot of lately. I don't have my mom, Faith. I've never even seen her before. I wonder sometimes if she's still out there, or if she still wants me. I try to have faith- Faith in my relationship with Logan, faith that all of those I let escape have found a place in this world, faith that I'll make it though another day alive. I want to think that Logan and I can beat this thing. I want to think that there is a chance for us- out there somewhere. But out of all the things I've learned, one of the most important is no to get your hopes up. I mean, c'mon, be realistic. Everyone who was ever involved with Manticore is long gone by now, and rightfully so. I could never tell Logan that didn't think we'd ever be able to touch again, though. It would crush him. For a man who is always telling me to be careful, he sure is an eternal optimist at heart. He really believes he can make a difference in this world-and maybe he is.
I wish I had that much purpose in my life that didn't involve a mess I had gotten myself into. But I don't. Sometimes I just want to leave. Leave the city- leave the pain- leave the responsibility. But I can't. Sometimes you've just gotta suck it up, and this is one of those times. I'm starting to miss the times when things were 'simpler,' so to speak. There were only twelve of us out there, and I didn't bear the responsibility to keep track of everyone. And, to top it all off, there might be some 'things' out there trying to suck people dry. Just what I needed. /
Max continued to sit on the Space Needle, thinking about how her life could be any more screwed up. For once, she didn't here the footsteps coming behind her or the dark, shadowy figure standing behind her. She was too absorbed in her own thoughts.
"Thought I might find you here." Angel said, making himself known.
"Yeah? And just who the hell are you?" She didn't even bother turning around. She knew she could take him out sitting down. But she didn't feel threatened, either, like she thought she should.
"Name's Angel." He answered, in a voice barely audible to any other person.
"Angel? That's different." She said as she shrugged her head to one side.
"So, 'Angel,' what do you want with me, or should I just through you off here right now?"
"Go ahead. Try it. Might hurt a little, but it wouldn't kill me." Angel's voice was surprisingly aloof, which through Max.
"What are you, invincible or something?" Angel had moved down beside her. The cold radiating from him was slightly unsettling.
"Not completely, but it takes a lot more than a fall to kill me." He gave a little crooked half smile, as he laughed to himself. He wasn't going to presume he knew what she was thinking, like he had with Buffy. He wasn't sure what this girl knew, and wanted to keep it rather cool.
/Who does he think he is? I'm half tempted to hurl him right now, to see if he's telling the truth. /
"I'm sure I could have that arranged." She said wryly.
"I'm sure you could too. Actually, that's kind of your job." He slipped the last part out under his breath. He hoped she hadn't heard this, but she had.
"Umm, I don't think so. My job is to deliver packages, thank you very much." She shot him a 'Not-so-hot now, are we?' look.
"I'm afraid there's a little bit more in store for you." He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to explain everything to her- he never was much with words.
"You're the Chosen One."
/Yeah. Some Sandemen or Sandman guy thinks I'm so special. Been there, heard that. /
"Just because my DNA was spliced a little differently doesn't make me 'Chosen,' ok?" She was getting rather annoyed at people telling her how special she was.
"DNA? This has nothing to do with your DNA. This has to do with your destiny."
"My destiny is whatever I decide to do. Like me deciding to leave right now." She stood up and started to head inside. Angel quickly stood up to follow her.
"Look, there might be some things you want to know." He continued following her until they were outside the base of the Needle.
"Fine." She finally said after realizing that he probably wasn't going to give up soon.
"What do you need to tell me?" She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at him anxiously. There were a lot of things she'd rather be doing at the moment.
"You're the Vampire Slayer."
"I'm a what?" she said with a look of disbelief.
"You're the vampire Slayer. The Chosen one of your generation. The one girl who can fight the demons. " Angel said this like it was no big deal. But he knew it was.
"Listen mister. I don't know what you and the rest of your weirdo friends think, but I'm not this 'Chosen One' or anything. Got it?" The only demons she needed to fight were her own inner problems.
Max didn't wait for a response. She quickly got back on her bike and drove away from him. She didn't need a bunch of whack-jobs calling her the 'Slayer.'
Angel just stood there, not surprised at the response he received. This was going to take time. And he had an eternity of it.
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More A/N: I keep writing chapter, but it seems to me like nothing is happening. It's really starting to aggrivate me. I have a feeling that this story is going to be very, incredibly long, just because I'm not very good at compressing ideas. Oh, yeah. Don't forget to R & R!
angel_chic101@hotmail.com
http://expage.com/page/baff
Chapter: 4
Story: Made to Fight, Born to Slay
FEEDBACK: I need it! PLEASE!!!
Email: angel_chic101@hotmail.com
My fanfic site: http://expage.com/page/baff
A/N: It might be a while before I get a chapter after this up, because I have a really big plan for it. Plus, end of semester is this week and next and I am going to have 2 massive Honors Algebra 2 tests (a chapter, and a cumulative- ick). So, if I don't get another chapter up anytime soon, it's not because I abandoned this story. Blame it on school crap. Just think, if you really want to see another chapter soon, you can help me with my Math!
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/Faith. My mom's name is Faith. It seems kind of ironic.. .. Faith isn't exactly something I've had a lot of lately. I don't have my mom, Faith. I've never even seen her before. I wonder sometimes if she's still out there, or if she still wants me. I try to have faith- Faith in my relationship with Logan, faith that all of those I let escape have found a place in this world, faith that I'll make it though another day alive. I want to think that Logan and I can beat this thing. I want to think that there is a chance for us- out there somewhere. But out of all the things I've learned, one of the most important is no to get your hopes up. I mean, c'mon, be realistic. Everyone who was ever involved with Manticore is long gone by now, and rightfully so. I could never tell Logan that didn't think we'd ever be able to touch again, though. It would crush him. For a man who is always telling me to be careful, he sure is an eternal optimist at heart. He really believes he can make a difference in this world-and maybe he is.
I wish I had that much purpose in my life that didn't involve a mess I had gotten myself into. But I don't. Sometimes I just want to leave. Leave the city- leave the pain- leave the responsibility. But I can't. Sometimes you've just gotta suck it up, and this is one of those times. I'm starting to miss the times when things were 'simpler,' so to speak. There were only twelve of us out there, and I didn't bear the responsibility to keep track of everyone. And, to top it all off, there might be some 'things' out there trying to suck people dry. Just what I needed. /
Max continued to sit on the Space Needle, thinking about how her life could be any more screwed up. For once, she didn't here the footsteps coming behind her or the dark, shadowy figure standing behind her. She was too absorbed in her own thoughts.
"Thought I might find you here." Angel said, making himself known.
"Yeah? And just who the hell are you?" She didn't even bother turning around. She knew she could take him out sitting down. But she didn't feel threatened, either, like she thought she should.
"Name's Angel." He answered, in a voice barely audible to any other person.
"Angel? That's different." She said as she shrugged her head to one side.
"So, 'Angel,' what do you want with me, or should I just through you off here right now?"
"Go ahead. Try it. Might hurt a little, but it wouldn't kill me." Angel's voice was surprisingly aloof, which through Max.
"What are you, invincible or something?" Angel had moved down beside her. The cold radiating from him was slightly unsettling.
"Not completely, but it takes a lot more than a fall to kill me." He gave a little crooked half smile, as he laughed to himself. He wasn't going to presume he knew what she was thinking, like he had with Buffy. He wasn't sure what this girl knew, and wanted to keep it rather cool.
/Who does he think he is? I'm half tempted to hurl him right now, to see if he's telling the truth. /
"I'm sure I could have that arranged." She said wryly.
"I'm sure you could too. Actually, that's kind of your job." He slipped the last part out under his breath. He hoped she hadn't heard this, but she had.
"Umm, I don't think so. My job is to deliver packages, thank you very much." She shot him a 'Not-so-hot now, are we?' look.
"I'm afraid there's a little bit more in store for you." He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to explain everything to her- he never was much with words.
"You're the Chosen One."
/Yeah. Some Sandemen or Sandman guy thinks I'm so special. Been there, heard that. /
"Just because my DNA was spliced a little differently doesn't make me 'Chosen,' ok?" She was getting rather annoyed at people telling her how special she was.
"DNA? This has nothing to do with your DNA. This has to do with your destiny."
"My destiny is whatever I decide to do. Like me deciding to leave right now." She stood up and started to head inside. Angel quickly stood up to follow her.
"Look, there might be some things you want to know." He continued following her until they were outside the base of the Needle.
"Fine." She finally said after realizing that he probably wasn't going to give up soon.
"What do you need to tell me?" She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at him anxiously. There were a lot of things she'd rather be doing at the moment.
"You're the Vampire Slayer."
"I'm a what?" she said with a look of disbelief.
"You're the vampire Slayer. The Chosen one of your generation. The one girl who can fight the demons. " Angel said this like it was no big deal. But he knew it was.
"Listen mister. I don't know what you and the rest of your weirdo friends think, but I'm not this 'Chosen One' or anything. Got it?" The only demons she needed to fight were her own inner problems.
Max didn't wait for a response. She quickly got back on her bike and drove away from him. She didn't need a bunch of whack-jobs calling her the 'Slayer.'
Angel just stood there, not surprised at the response he received. This was going to take time. And he had an eternity of it.
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More A/N: I keep writing chapter, but it seems to me like nothing is happening. It's really starting to aggrivate me. I have a feeling that this story is going to be very, incredibly long, just because I'm not very good at compressing ideas. Oh, yeah. Don't forget to R & R!
angel_chic101@hotmail.com
http://expage.com/page/baff
