Title: Expansion (1/?)
Author: Grlufear
Rating: R
Feedback: Always appreciated (grlufeaar@yahoo.com)
Author's Note: This is still very much so in it's beta stages. You've been warned.
Faith did not come out of prison like everyone wanted her to. She still wasn't a Buffy clone.
Which made her think of the little Slayer-in-Training day camp that was going on in Sunnydale. She'd gone down there once or twice to talk to (at really) Buffy, and try and come to peace with the rest of the Scooby Gang. To say it had not gone well was a huge overstatement. Seeing all of those girls so eager for the chance to be a Slayer, a chance that would come only with her death, had been unnerving.
And it seemed that Buffy wasn't Buffy anymore either. Gone was the girl who defied prophecy or whatever bullshit she'd tried to sell Faith once upon a time. In her place was a watcher clone. Spouting the same crap about destinies and purpose that they'd both disregarded in the old days. Buffy had died and come back (again), fallen in love with a vampire (again), and she was nothing more than a parrot going through the motions.
If that's what being Buffy did to you. Crushing any spirit from your body, then no thanks she'd rather be Faith. Minus the urge to kill for the sake of killing.
Which was really the only thing that had changed while she was in prison. She hadn't gone through some transformation to become some kind of soldier of destiny like Buffy was trying to be. She was still just Faith and would never really be anything more.
She still loved to dance. The strong bass line, creeping up her skin. Her hips moving in time with the music, full of suggestion and promise. All the eyes watching and wanting her and no one getting too close. Yeah she still loved dancing.
And she still loved to fight. The punching and kicking and clawing (because Faith was not above fighting dirty) that were like their own dance. That adrenaline spike that she always got no matter if she was fighting off a band of vamps or just sparring with Angel. The energy and hunger that came with a good fight, a hunger she'd learned to sate in other ways.
Because she still loved to fuck. Once upon a time she'd fucked any and everything, guys and girls, a vampire (Buffy still didn't know), a witch (which she wasn't supposed to talk about), even Xander. Which wasn't right because he'd actually turned into a nice enough guy once he'd stopped obsessing over Buffy. Still loyal to a fault but with more backbone now. Maybe she'd come to like him someday, if he could ever stand in the same room with her without sneering in disgust.
All of which didn't mean she wasn't still changing. Faith was inherently a girl (woman really) of change. Being static was the same as being predictable and Faith knew that predictability was the death knoll of a Slayer. She was always trying new things, pushing her own limits.
Right now she was experimenting with sex (usually she could block the snorts of derision she knew this would illicit). Sex without the complicated ugliness, without guilt or insecurity. Sex that still lacked emotional commitment of any kind but didn't make her feel dirty afterwards.
And really it wasn't only for her benefit. She liked to think sometimes that she was only doing Connor a favor. Expanding his horizons and opening him up to all that this dimension had to offer.
Author: Grlufear
Rating: R
Feedback: Always appreciated (grlufeaar@yahoo.com)
Author's Note: This is still very much so in it's beta stages. You've been warned.
Faith did not come out of prison like everyone wanted her to. She still wasn't a Buffy clone.
Which made her think of the little Slayer-in-Training day camp that was going on in Sunnydale. She'd gone down there once or twice to talk to (at really) Buffy, and try and come to peace with the rest of the Scooby Gang. To say it had not gone well was a huge overstatement. Seeing all of those girls so eager for the chance to be a Slayer, a chance that would come only with her death, had been unnerving.
And it seemed that Buffy wasn't Buffy anymore either. Gone was the girl who defied prophecy or whatever bullshit she'd tried to sell Faith once upon a time. In her place was a watcher clone. Spouting the same crap about destinies and purpose that they'd both disregarded in the old days. Buffy had died and come back (again), fallen in love with a vampire (again), and she was nothing more than a parrot going through the motions.
If that's what being Buffy did to you. Crushing any spirit from your body, then no thanks she'd rather be Faith. Minus the urge to kill for the sake of killing.
Which was really the only thing that had changed while she was in prison. She hadn't gone through some transformation to become some kind of soldier of destiny like Buffy was trying to be. She was still just Faith and would never really be anything more.
She still loved to dance. The strong bass line, creeping up her skin. Her hips moving in time with the music, full of suggestion and promise. All the eyes watching and wanting her and no one getting too close. Yeah she still loved dancing.
And she still loved to fight. The punching and kicking and clawing (because Faith was not above fighting dirty) that were like their own dance. That adrenaline spike that she always got no matter if she was fighting off a band of vamps or just sparring with Angel. The energy and hunger that came with a good fight, a hunger she'd learned to sate in other ways.
Because she still loved to fuck. Once upon a time she'd fucked any and everything, guys and girls, a vampire (Buffy still didn't know), a witch (which she wasn't supposed to talk about), even Xander. Which wasn't right because he'd actually turned into a nice enough guy once he'd stopped obsessing over Buffy. Still loyal to a fault but with more backbone now. Maybe she'd come to like him someday, if he could ever stand in the same room with her without sneering in disgust.
All of which didn't mean she wasn't still changing. Faith was inherently a girl (woman really) of change. Being static was the same as being predictable and Faith knew that predictability was the death knoll of a Slayer. She was always trying new things, pushing her own limits.
Right now she was experimenting with sex (usually she could block the snorts of derision she knew this would illicit). Sex without the complicated ugliness, without guilt or insecurity. Sex that still lacked emotional commitment of any kind but didn't make her feel dirty afterwards.
And really it wasn't only for her benefit. She liked to think sometimes that she was only doing Connor a favor. Expanding his horizons and opening him up to all that this dimension had to offer.