Title of Series: Soul Searching

Name: Lying in Wait

Author: FaItHzAnGeL a.k.a. Fernando Rangel

Email: fivexangel@aol.com

Pairings: None as of yet….

Disclaimer: I own nothing.  All belongs to either Joss Whedon, UPN, all the crew who makes Buffy possible, and Peter David, and DC Comics for Supergirl.

Author's Notes: AU.  That's about it.  Oh!  Spoilers for Season five Finale.  Buffy's dead, no one's bringing her back—a s far as I can tell right now at least…  I borrowed some of the comments made in the thoughts, and the situations will probably be somewhat (if not verily) similar to the first few issues of Supergirl.  This contains lyrics from a band named K's Choice, a very good band (Virgin State of Mind, Everything for Free, I'm Not An Addict, and Wait are some of my favorites – but there are more you should check them out).

Summary: When heroes collide, the unlikeliest things happen.  For Faith and Supergirl, they'll learn that lesson the hard way…

Category: Action/Adventure, Angst, Romance, Horror, Drama

Spoilers: Season One through Five of Buffy the Vampire up to and including "The Gift".  Barring Five by Five and Sanctuary of Angel, that's where it goes AU.  This also contains spoilers from Supergirl of DC Comics.  Pretty much issues one through fifty right now.

Rating: PG, for violence

Dedication: To all of you who've read this and sent me a review and continue to read this (especially those who've sent some through e-mails) I thank you, I'm finishing this for you.

Feedback: I'd love to get feedback.  So, if you read this, and would like to give a guy a pat on the back, then go on ahead and give me feedback!

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I don't know who you are

But you seem very nice

So will you talk to me

Shall I tell you a story

Shall I tell you a dream

They think I'm crazy

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There's something about the way she walks, the way she moves – it's like a mystery, a riddle waiting to be solved.  I often wonder what it is that I see; the girl I fell in love with, the wonderfully giddy teenager that's there, or the cold hard killer she is now...though I'm not even sure about that anymore.

Nothing ever seems to make sense anymore, its like she's lost who she is – her very being.

I could say I should be worried, but I find it oddly alluring, the way she dresses – so dark, so gothic – the way she wears her hair: up in a ponytail that although seems childish, is done up in a way that you can't help but know to be wary of this vixen, this Slayer.

I'm a demon, I should loathe her, I should kill her – but I can't. 

I find myself unable to draw myself away from this Siren, her song louder than any music in the world, her voice sweeter – oddly annoying at the same time – than any woman I've ever met.  Her song isn't of notes, and ties, or octaves, but of fighting, grit, horror, blood...my kind of music.

This Faith, this girl, this Slayer, I was so drawn to four years ago when she first came to my attention, the primal energy, the surging anger mixed with chaotic fear dazzled me, drew me to insane lust – the corruption was so close I could taste it.

She was a game, a test – the fact that she was a Slayer-to-Be only heightened the ecstasy.

They all think it began because of a broken home, because of a lust of darkness that stirred within her, the Mayor...but in truth its far more mysterious than that, far more seeded than trivial things as such; it was me. 

I did it. 

I fed her to the masses, I fed her to the proverbial beast, and she loved it.

Me? 

Oh, how silly of me and quite rude – I may be a demon but I do have some semblance of manors – I've neglected to introduce myself.  I'm the high priest of a demon's cult, or at least I was before Supergirl and my lovely Faith disposed of him.  My name, if human ears heard it, would cause your head to explode, so I just go by 'Buzz'.  Its got a certain ring to it, don't you think?

Yes, well back to Faith...

I'd like to say that Faith was easily able to be knocked down, an easy turn over to evil – she was anything but.  You people think that evil is created in a day, if only it were that easy.  I had to get her to want this, I had to lure her – tempt her. 

And every time I won, I grinned with a content wise-assed smile.

The past, you see, is the darkness we all face.  Its a fickle thing time, you can't ever change the past, it haunts you, shades the present, and eclipses the future – I rather love that aspect of thinking. 

Faith, my dear children, was a God-fearing child.  She was, truly.  Then she met her mother's first boyfriend after her father, and well...

Let's just say things seemed somewhat…bleak, if you will.

I was there to lead the way, give her a little nudge. 

Now, you humans, you doers of good, you're thinking, 'Evil bastard, you twisted her, you made her hate, you made her into the beast she is!' 

Well...

Yes. 

And most importantly, you should loathe me; I'd kill you in a second.  But also remember this: she wanted it; she needed it.  The doubt was there, the need was there, the lust was there – I just exploited it.  Though I knew she was always empty, I knew even when she was the Slayer she wasn't ever complete, that she'd never be satisfied.  That's when fate and I and the Powers that Be pulled some strings, and you know the Faith of now – so very different from her former self, so different from her past.

She's going to have it hard, this new Faith, and despite what you might think, she's all Faith – even if she doesn't know it yet.  She's had the dreams, however 'freaky' they might be, they're trying to tell her something, and we've all figured it out – we're the unseen majority, yes, even I, but a person never understands their true worth. 

Faith never understood it.

And that's where I'll get her.

What?  Just because one loves someone doesn't mean they won't kill 'em if they have to – plus there's this whole bleeding demon part of me; don't look so surprised.  I'm very well aware of these things.

There's a great war about to be fought, and the sides at this moment are … well, they're not even, the good team seems to have…well, the scales are in the "bad guy's" favor, to put it mildly. 

…grinning has becoming my new favorite expression; I've just realized that... 

Anyhow, you see, there's a balance to be kept, Evil has gotten the upper hand, despite what the fairy tales tell you about 'good winning always'; that's rubbish.  We've had our shares of victories, I mean look at the Spice Girls, or the Boy Band phenomenon, don't tell me you think those were acts of God?  At any rate, the truth of the matter is, Faith's been given a card, quite different from just being saved from Death, yet again.  There's a reason for everything.

…Hang about….

…just a moment, I think…

…I think I hear someone coming. 

Oh damn cloaked baboons, always getting something wrong, needing something; I'm afraid we're going to have to cut this little chat of ours.  I'm dreadfully sorry, I'd love to reveal all the secrets of the universe, even express some of my most favorite beheadings, and 'evil triumphing' stories, but sadly I can't; I'm sure you're just heartbroken.

But stick around, the fun's just begun.

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Watch me, I'm coming closer

I am the mood you're in tonight

Pretty poser, perfect Armageddon bride

I am a circle, it feels right

I am the one who swallows light

Multiplying parasite

Perfect features, perfect sight

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"You try our patience Buzz," Lojeh paced through the blond man's cellar, "the planets are aligning, and the evil is about to pop from its shell, and Valados is still trapped in the dimension he should be free from."  Lojeh glared at the calm and collected Buzz, "You swore to us that she would be the one, that her blood would let him out!"

"And she was, just…not at the right time."

Lojeh continued to glare as flames sprouted from his eyes.

"Now, now, please do be calm.  Playing with magical forces – fate – is tricky business.  Do you realize the amount of pressure I'm in; I mean it's utterly ridiculous."  Buzz gave a low sigh as he gave Lojeh a small smile, "My dear friend," he stood up heading straight for him, "our Lord, our Valados will be free, and it will be by the blood of the 'two who are one'.  If you want to foolishly go into battle prematurely, then by all means war on!"  Buzz's eyes dimmed, and his voice became utterly low, down to almost a whisper that was lined with cold frost, "But if you want the true power, if you want what's truly in store for the world, then you do as I tell you.  You bark when I say bark, or you will be sent back to the pit of inferno you came from," he shouted, "is that clear!  I do not have time for your pitiful ranting, or your insufferable whining.  Valados will be free, give me time and you will have your fallen angel on a stake ready to be blooded!"

Buzz sneered as he stormed out of the room, glaring at Lojeh, "You do not wear the pants in this family, is that understood."  After a second he smiled sweetly, "Get some rest, you've got that big ritual sacrifice tomorrow evening, please do remember the s'mores; a good time is had by all when marshmallow's are involved," he mused and walked out the door whistling.

Lojeh is quite a good chap, I truly believe that, but I also believe he's a sniveling little demon that wouldn't know a good plan when he smelled it.  I feel rather sorry for the bugger – he doesn't realize I'm going to kill him in a few days.  Oh don't get me wrong, I'm a big follower of command, but I take orders from no one but Valados, and that demon is hardly worthy of our time. 

That…

…and it'll be fun.

You must be wondering what I'm doing here instead of your wonderful Supergirl, who is now residing in my dear Faith, well I'll tell you – I'm bored, and while she's off in self-discovery, I am here having to deal with the armies of hell.

I am definitely not a good man, hardly man really, but yes, you will hate me, even more so than you did five minutes prior.

Or, you'll just love to hate me; I don't really much care.

Ah, the lovely couple – look, over there, by the tree kissing, all warm and toasty; it makes me sick.  I mean, if it were kissing to get a good shag, fuck, wild monkey screw in or two, hey my kind of couple, the groping kind, but when something's utterly…cute…its revoltingly disgusting. 

I'd love to ram a knife or two in them, but damn if I didn't forget my utility belt back in the Batcave (yes, we demon types do know about the secret ids of the world – we're cool like that you know).

The growl…

Oh the wonderful growl that's the answer to the horrible site before me, the vampires circle around them, the girl screams as her boyfriend shields her in a valiant attempt to be brave, and I'm sure he'll try and attack them; oh I was right, the gimp.

I do love it when they just mindlessly grab them by the arms, break them, and bring them mercilessly to the ground; it puts a little song to my heart.  Ooh, and my favorite part, they slash open the throats, they drink passionately and the girl backs farther into the tree watching in horror, her eyes tear-y eyed, and well, let's face it: she starts to run.  The vampires who weren't part of the 'taking down' of the young gimp here are after her.

One of them looks back at me, stares at me with those little beady glowing piss-colored eyes and he staggers back afraid, he should be – I'd rip him to shreds in a second, I'm a demon of chaos, who knows what I might do?

I can hear a wooden stake pierce through flesh, and break the ribcage, and when I look up, I see a woman and a man, the woman with red hair, her eyes dark as my soul, and the man next to her, his valiant heart racing.  Great, the resistance is here!

Though the girl, the red-headed witch is powerful, I wouldn't go up against her without seeing what she could do first, but a witch is crafty like that, she could be about anything…if you push the right buttons. 

Poor little vampires, they're dust.

Not that the two are a formidable team, the boy is just the man with the crossbow, they need to fear that witch, there's something about that one there…

I'd rather not watch the dusting; too much dust in the lungs is bad for a demon.

Oof. 

Damn it. 

Damn it, damn it, damn it.  These are new Gucci-fucking-shoes, who the hell bumped into me and knocked me on my face?  I'm oh so going to enjoy…

Oh great, the sniffling girlfriend, "Oh dear, I'm sorry, are you all right?" 

Gotta have a little fun don't I? 

She looks up at me with those big reddened eyes off hers, "Oh my God, thank God, those…those…people they ripped my boyfriend apart, oh God," she convulses in sobs and its just heavenly, grinning, and smiling cannot describe what I'm doing, thankfully she doesn't see it.

"Oh you poor dear, my flat is just a few ways away, how 'bout we get you cleaned up, and give the police a ring?"  She nods slowly, thank God she's one of those 'all-people-are-good' woman, those are the once that are the best to torture.

Now I know what you're thinking, "He won't really do it, he'll have a heart in the end and she'll be ok…"

No, darlings, she really won't.

She'll die.

It will hurt.

And believe me when I tell you this, I will most definitely have fun.

Have a great night little ones, have mommy or daddy tuck you in at night and tell you about the world being such a wonderful place, and delude yourselves to the evil that really exits, because once I'm through with this little town, hell will definitely come to town, and its not just an idle threat.

"Now darling, let's get you to a warm place…"

"Ok."