"I can speak to the Watcher's Council if you want.." she began. He took his hand away from her, cutting her off.
"Faith, that is something you don't want to do."
"Well no, but.. "
"You don't understand. If you contact them, they will send someone for you. Please don't take this the wrong way, but you are a problem that remains unsolved to the Council and they wish to resolve all 'situations' at any cost."
She leaned over the bar, staring down at the ground with an annoyed look. He was right and she knew it, she was an embarrassment to the Council and they had already tried taking her out before she went to prison. They were worse than the mafia.
"Do you think they'll come after me?"
He sighed, this had weighed heavily on him the last couple of days. He knew eventually they would send someone for her.. but when exactly would they is what he wanted to know. He looked over to her, she sat back snuggled into his jacket. The tears that previously ran down her cheeks were nearly dry. He looked at the scared little girl that was hidden to most, but came out screaming this evening. "I suppose that depends on Buffy."
"B? What does she have to do wi.." She stopped herself short, realization hitting her like a freight train. If Buffy died (again), they would have to rely on her and she already proved ten fold she was not the candidate for the job. They would send someone to assassinate her so a new slayer could rise.
"Shite."
"You mean shit."
"No I meant shite." He looked over at her, annoyed. He didn't need someone who hardly could speak the english language herself correcting him. Especially someone who wasn't able to complete a sentence without throwing in a profanity for good measure.
As the ferris wheel came down to the ground, the bar was pulled open by a particularly scary looking fellow who had three of the five fingers on his left hand missing. Wesley suppressed the urge to cringe and run away. Faith slid her arms into his jacket, pulling it tightly around her body. They stepped away from the ride, waiting for the rest of their group to get off. Faith couldn't keep herself from staring up at his face. Finally Wesley looked down to her, "Yes?"
She crooked her finger, telling him to 'come hither' .. being the ever obedient one, he leaned slightly down to her, feeling her fingertips barely touch his ear. Her voice, now a sullen tone as she whispered to him, "I'm sorry Wesley." And he knew she genuinely was. Shivers ran down his spine as neither of them bothered to pull away, he inhaled softly. Lilacs permeated his senses, rendering them useless.. well most of them anyway. Actually that would be completely wrong. His senses were working overload. His sight shifted down over her body, pausing at her supple chest and again at her hips. He smelled lilacs, Faith. Hearing working just fine and now for touch and taste.. he leaned in closer, his lips grazing hers gently before Gunn put his hand on Wesley's shoulder. "English."
Faith rued the day she ever met Charles Gunn with the two N's. She let go of the breath she hadn't even known she was holding. Wesley straightened up, smiling softly to her.
"Yes Gunn?"
"You guys want some cotton candy? It's on Angel."
Faith's brows raised at that. Cotton candy. She licked her lips, looking for Angel. Spotting him, she made her way over. Those jean clad curvaceous hips began swayed as if to a song. She stopped mid-sway and turned on her heel. Again, crooking her finger to Wesley. You could describe him as an obedient puppy, Fred did. Wesley followed after her.
"I want blue." Wesley called over Angel's shoulder. Faith inhaled, she could smell funnel cake, candied apples, cotton candy and even hot dogs. Had she been put on death row, that would have been her last meal. She nodded, deciding it so. Angel handed back two bags filled with cotton candy, Wesley and Faith walked over to the side as the other's waited for theirs. Faith pulled a big swirl of cotton candy off, her tongue lashing out to lick at it. As the cotton candy reached it's sticky sweet death, Wesley nearly dropped his. Faith looked up at him like he had gone retarded.
Wesley saw the others heading their way and spoke up quickly, "I'd give life and limb to be that cotton candy at this moment."
"So, you guys wanna go home.. ?" Angel began before Cordelia interrupted.
"Psychic. Let's go get a reading!"
Gunn chuckled, "You don't actually believe this, do you?"
Fred, Cordelia, Angel and Wesley all looked over at him, brows raising in disbelief.
"Well Lorne's a different story, these people just want money."
Cordelia ate the cotton candy happily as she made her way over the the psychic. She smiled, looking over the sign in front of her tent. It read:
Palm Readings
Past Life Regression
Love Spells
Madame Rose />
She peeked her head in under the tent, a darker room with a small table and two chairs, one which was being occupied by an older woman who was engrossed in a book that could be none other than a Harlequinn romance novel. Her mother used to read them constantly and would give them to Cordelia afterwards. In her opinion, they were absolutely horrible. The psychic placed her book down on the table as she smiled to Cordelia. "Please, come in and have a seat." Cordelia looked back to the group who would just have to wait patiently. Cordelia did as she was told, sitting across from the woman.
"I am Madame Rose. What is it you have come for this evening? Tarot cards? Palm readings.. love spells?" Cordelia smirked, no love spells.
"Uhm, how bout my palm read?"
The psychic smiled, bringing Cordelia's hand closer to her face. Her brows raised slightly, she picked up the glasses that hung from a chain around her neck and put them on.
"I see.. love." She began, this was of particular interest to Cordelia.
"Mmm, yes love. He is tall, bad hair and foreign." She rubbed the girls hand gently, smoothing her thumb over the lines of her hand.
"You wanted to be famous and you will be, but not like you want to be. In books my dear, in books." She dropped Cordelia's hand and looked up to her face, removing her glasses. "My child, you know deep down who he is." With that, she fell silent.
"What?" Cordelia asked. "Yoohoo, Madame Rose.. " She said, waving her hand in front of the woman's face. The psychic still remained silent, watching the girl walk out to her friends.
"How was she?" Fred's question filled with hope, she'd go in next if it was worthy.
"I.. uhm.." Cordelia looked back over her shoulder at the tent, bewilderment clearly written across her face.
"Cordy?" Angel asked, stepping closer to her.
"Everything was fine, then all of a sudden she got weird. She said 'You should know..' .. What does that mean?" Angel looked over her shoulder to the tent, his eyes narrowed slightly. He stepped around Cordelia, walking over and inside the tent. He sat down in front of Madame Rose, she became animated.
"Ahh, Mr. Tall, bad hair and foreign. What can I help you with?"
Angel's hands immediately went to his hair, it wasn't bad - was it? He frowned slightly, then remembered his reason for being there. "What did you tell her?"
"Only what her palms said. What can I do for you Mr. Tall, bad hair and foreign?"
"Stop calling me that for one." He looked over her, she wasn't about to crack.. he placed his hand face up in front of her. Smiling, she looked down at his palm.
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Faith and Wesley stood closely together. So close in fact, their shoulders bumped against each other. Wesley's hand snuck up to Faith's, rubbing his thumb against the palm of her hand. She tried to pay attention to the situation at hand.. hand, her hand was in his.
Evil Faith popped up on her left shoulder, "You could be holding much more than his hand in your hand yanno.. " She began before Good Faith chastised her for her lewd conduct. "Don't listen to her.. even if she is right."
Faith's head turned from left to right and back to left again, it was almost like a tennis match. "Tell him you dig the bookworm look. How he used to get you all hot and bothered." Good Faith clamped a hand over her mouth, she had just said something.. naughty. Evil Faith was doubled over in laughter, giving the thumbs up.
Faith cringed, this was getting ridiculous. She left prison only to be sent to an asylum for mental patients. "Will you two stop it?" She said, very loudly at that. Everyone's attention turned to her.
"I, uhm.. " She smiled, backing away slightly.
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Angel's face was unreadable as he stepped outside the tent. He stopped just outside the tent. Cordelia's head tilted slightly, now she was curious. "Angel?"
He remained quiet as he stood there, looking over the group in front of him. He shook his head, willing the information to draw forth from his lips. He was speechless, no words to describe it. He opened his mouth, not sure what to say or even how to go about saying it.. so he pointed back to the tent with his thumb. "I.."
The group had come in closer, Cordelia walking up to Angel. She placed a hand tentatively on his arm as he looked down into her eyes. "I got a door prize."
A wave of relief hit the group as they visibly relaxed. "What'd ya get Angel?" Fred asked softly.
Angel looked like he was still having a problem expressing himself, his head had tilted slightly and he started to laugh. Yep, a hearty laugh. He placed his arm around Cordelia and said, "Well, I got a soul."
Dumbfounded, all of them. "I thought you already had a soul?" Faith asked.
"I.." He started again, "It's mine. To keep. I told you there were gypsies at carnivals."
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Drusilla stepped out from behind Madame Rose, running her fingertips over her chin. "Miss Edith likes you.. You did so good." A smile slipping to her opaque lips as she continued to run her fingertips over the psychic's face gently.
Dun dun dun.. Will Angel find out about Drusilla's trick before it's too late?
Will Faith stop having conversations with her shoulders?
And the most important ... will Bob survive longer then three days?
Find out on the next edition of "Gotta Have Faith!"