A/N: Sorry for the wait! Things have been hectic. But here's the fourth
chapter, hurrah! Also, I'm not exactly sure how old Faith was when she was
on the show so I just guessed.
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Chapter Four~
Beneath glittering lights, she watched him with a careful eye. He was so charismatic as he nonchalantly flirted with the bartender who giggled and blushed as he twirled a lock of her long blonde hair.
'She must be new or else she'd knew better than to flirt with customers,' Faith thought as she observed Spike luring the needed information out of the overly friendly bartender. 'Even if the customer is steaming hot in that dark, alluring way.'
Faith shivered as she unconsciously popped a martini olive into her mouth.
"This is a great song," said an eager man in a business suit beside her.
"Uh-huh," Faith replied as she ran a red nail across the rim of the glass and wondered what Spike looked like naked.
"They've really gotten this place together. You know, since. They have music, martinis, and everything," the man pursued again.
"They sure have. I can't believe Buffy never banged him," Faith murmured to herself.
"Excuse me?"
She scrunched her face and looked at the man. "What?"
"Never mind," the man sighed. "Anyway, the whole city has been cleaned up a lot."
'I bet Buffy wanted to bang him. Who wouldn't?'
"Like right now some of my friends and I are setting up a bank."
'Now that I think about it, who wouldn't want to bang me? I'm hot, even at 25.'
"What do you do for a living?"
'He's been flirting with that girl a while. I wonder if he's trying to make me jealous. Two can play that game."
"Miss?"
"Would you like to dance?" Faith asked the man suddenly.
He smiled broadly and said happily, "of course."
Slipping her arm in his, Faith cooed, "Oh, do you work out?"
The man blushed. "Well."
"I can tell," Faith exclaimed, batting her eyelashes.
Faith continued to watch Spike as she danced with the anonymous man. It's not that she was desperate to have sex with Spike but. well, why not? Fate had brought them together. What else could it have been? Of all the places Faith's wandering lead her; they lead her to a diner where a certain bleached vamp was eating pie. Life was truly weird.
There was suddenly a hand on Faith's shoulder. She twirled around and almost ran into Spike. He looked disappointed.
"Let's go," he said quietly.
"Aw, come on, lets dance first, just once," Faith pleaded.
Spike turned away from her, shrugging a shoulder back and asked, "what about your friend?"
Faith blinked hard then finally realized what he meant. She turned back to the man from the bar that was standing behind her looking a little sad. She said more than she asked, "you don't mind, do you?"
The man shook his head and managed a small, "it's fine."
"What a doll," Faith cooed and ran her fingers down his cheek. Quickly, she turned back to Spike who was watching something far off and seemed even farther away.
"Now do you want to dance?" Faith asked to get back his attention. A slow, seductive song was playing around them and the lights were low.
"The bartender said she hadn't seen Anya around tonight and that she's usually here by now, making her rounds," Spike informed her then quickly realized he'd made a mistake.
"Anya?" Faith questioned with raised eyebrows.
"The demon I'm looking for," he said quickly.
"It's a girl? The demon you're looking for."
"Yes," Spike replied patiently. "Anyanka, she's a vengeance demon."
"Don't you usually just invoke vengeance demons?"
"I'm not invoking her for vengeance."
"Anya, that name sounds familiar," Faith mused.
Spike shrugged, wanting desperately to get out of there.
"Let's go get some air," Spike said mostly to himself and pushed through the crowd to the door.
"Wait!" Faith called, catching up to him. "Tell me more about Anya. Why do you want to find her?"
"Let's go outside."
"No." She gripped onto his arm. He pulled away from her violently and shoved open the door.
Outside, he took out a cigarette with shaking hands. Just as it started burning, Faith came out and tore it away from him.
"Who's Anya?"
"If you only had a better memory, you might know," Spike laughed.
"So I know her?"
"I could really use some blood right now."
Spike looked up at the sky. Dawn was only a few hours away, he could tell and he hadn't had any blood for days. What he really needed was just to find Anya and get the search over with. If he did, he wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.
"I want to know who Anya is before we visit any butcher shops," Faith demanded.
"Butcher shop?" Spike laughed as a disgusted look crept across Faith's face. "How many of those are there these days, do you figure?"
"I won't let you kill anyone," Faith said firmly.
"Wasn't really planning on it, pet."
Faith just stared at him in confusion.
"Just a quick sip, not enough to do any permanent damage."
"I guess. but I'm coming with to make sure."
"Don't trust me?"
"Not at all."
"Fair enough. I'll just grab that girl over there," Spike said.
Faith looked to her feet.
"Look, I don't like it either but I don't have much chose."
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"Sad lady, would you like your fortune read?"
Anya braced herself, expecting to turn around to an insane vampire but instead found an old lady grinning a toothless grin beneath her disheveled hair.
"No, thank you," Anya said softly. She'd had enough fortune telling that night.
"But you look so troubled," the old woman called as she hobbled after Anya persistently.
"Which is why I don't need you to bother me!" Anya hissed, meaner than she meant to.
But the old woman was unfazed by what Anya said.
"He's looking for you too."
Squeezing her eyes shut, Anya stopped then slowly turned to face the old woman.
"Do you mean-"
"He's here but he doesn't know that you are," the old woman confirmed. "But you're not the only one seeking him."
Eyes fixed on her feet, Anya murmured, "I know. Is there anything I am can do?"
The woman shook her head, and said softly, "It's all very unclear." Then she looked up into Anya's eyes.
"Do I know you?" Anya asked as she stared into the woman's eyes.
"No. But I saw you in my dreams and I know I will never see you again," the woman replied cryptically and turned away. "Good luck."
Not knowing what to make of the woman's words, Anya continued walking. But she felt tired after their meeting and checked into a dingy hotel. She knew she couldn't return to her apartment in case D'Hoffryn was looking for her. Of course, if he really wanted to, he could easily find Anya. But hopefully he wouldn't for a while or he'd realized that she was too far-gone.
Lying on the scratchy sheets of the hotel bed, Anya remembered every detail of the last time she saw Spike.
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"For a murderer, you're quite a wimp," Spike commented as Faith crouched in a corner of an alleyway.
"Speak for yourself," Faith spat, "you can't even kill anymore."
"Damn soul."
"Damned soul."
"It's all the same."
Faith got up on shaky legs and straightened herself out. "The girl will be okay especially since you kicked me mid-bite and let her escape," Spike said, "I'm sorry it has to be like this." He thought about how he could've gone to a bar somewhere and gotten blood. Maybe it was better like this.
"No, it's cool. I'm just tired, you know," Faith replied casually.
"Right," Spike said flatly. "Let's find a hotel."
They found a little hotel a few blocks away. The tired clerk informed them that the only rooms there had either single or double beds. There was only one bed to each room.
"A double is all we'll be needing," Faith said with a wink and ran her hand across Spike's.
When they got to their room, neither said a word. They took off their shoes then Spike shed his shirt and Faith pulled off her pants. But they ended up as far away from each other as the bed would allow.
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TBC
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Chapter Four~
Beneath glittering lights, she watched him with a careful eye. He was so charismatic as he nonchalantly flirted with the bartender who giggled and blushed as he twirled a lock of her long blonde hair.
'She must be new or else she'd knew better than to flirt with customers,' Faith thought as she observed Spike luring the needed information out of the overly friendly bartender. 'Even if the customer is steaming hot in that dark, alluring way.'
Faith shivered as she unconsciously popped a martini olive into her mouth.
"This is a great song," said an eager man in a business suit beside her.
"Uh-huh," Faith replied as she ran a red nail across the rim of the glass and wondered what Spike looked like naked.
"They've really gotten this place together. You know, since. They have music, martinis, and everything," the man pursued again.
"They sure have. I can't believe Buffy never banged him," Faith murmured to herself.
"Excuse me?"
She scrunched her face and looked at the man. "What?"
"Never mind," the man sighed. "Anyway, the whole city has been cleaned up a lot."
'I bet Buffy wanted to bang him. Who wouldn't?'
"Like right now some of my friends and I are setting up a bank."
'Now that I think about it, who wouldn't want to bang me? I'm hot, even at 25.'
"What do you do for a living?"
'He's been flirting with that girl a while. I wonder if he's trying to make me jealous. Two can play that game."
"Miss?"
"Would you like to dance?" Faith asked the man suddenly.
He smiled broadly and said happily, "of course."
Slipping her arm in his, Faith cooed, "Oh, do you work out?"
The man blushed. "Well."
"I can tell," Faith exclaimed, batting her eyelashes.
Faith continued to watch Spike as she danced with the anonymous man. It's not that she was desperate to have sex with Spike but. well, why not? Fate had brought them together. What else could it have been? Of all the places Faith's wandering lead her; they lead her to a diner where a certain bleached vamp was eating pie. Life was truly weird.
There was suddenly a hand on Faith's shoulder. She twirled around and almost ran into Spike. He looked disappointed.
"Let's go," he said quietly.
"Aw, come on, lets dance first, just once," Faith pleaded.
Spike turned away from her, shrugging a shoulder back and asked, "what about your friend?"
Faith blinked hard then finally realized what he meant. She turned back to the man from the bar that was standing behind her looking a little sad. She said more than she asked, "you don't mind, do you?"
The man shook his head and managed a small, "it's fine."
"What a doll," Faith cooed and ran her fingers down his cheek. Quickly, she turned back to Spike who was watching something far off and seemed even farther away.
"Now do you want to dance?" Faith asked to get back his attention. A slow, seductive song was playing around them and the lights were low.
"The bartender said she hadn't seen Anya around tonight and that she's usually here by now, making her rounds," Spike informed her then quickly realized he'd made a mistake.
"Anya?" Faith questioned with raised eyebrows.
"The demon I'm looking for," he said quickly.
"It's a girl? The demon you're looking for."
"Yes," Spike replied patiently. "Anyanka, she's a vengeance demon."
"Don't you usually just invoke vengeance demons?"
"I'm not invoking her for vengeance."
"Anya, that name sounds familiar," Faith mused.
Spike shrugged, wanting desperately to get out of there.
"Let's go get some air," Spike said mostly to himself and pushed through the crowd to the door.
"Wait!" Faith called, catching up to him. "Tell me more about Anya. Why do you want to find her?"
"Let's go outside."
"No." She gripped onto his arm. He pulled away from her violently and shoved open the door.
Outside, he took out a cigarette with shaking hands. Just as it started burning, Faith came out and tore it away from him.
"Who's Anya?"
"If you only had a better memory, you might know," Spike laughed.
"So I know her?"
"I could really use some blood right now."
Spike looked up at the sky. Dawn was only a few hours away, he could tell and he hadn't had any blood for days. What he really needed was just to find Anya and get the search over with. If he did, he wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.
"I want to know who Anya is before we visit any butcher shops," Faith demanded.
"Butcher shop?" Spike laughed as a disgusted look crept across Faith's face. "How many of those are there these days, do you figure?"
"I won't let you kill anyone," Faith said firmly.
"Wasn't really planning on it, pet."
Faith just stared at him in confusion.
"Just a quick sip, not enough to do any permanent damage."
"I guess. but I'm coming with to make sure."
"Don't trust me?"
"Not at all."
"Fair enough. I'll just grab that girl over there," Spike said.
Faith looked to her feet.
"Look, I don't like it either but I don't have much chose."
* * * * * * * * *
"Sad lady, would you like your fortune read?"
Anya braced herself, expecting to turn around to an insane vampire but instead found an old lady grinning a toothless grin beneath her disheveled hair.
"No, thank you," Anya said softly. She'd had enough fortune telling that night.
"But you look so troubled," the old woman called as she hobbled after Anya persistently.
"Which is why I don't need you to bother me!" Anya hissed, meaner than she meant to.
But the old woman was unfazed by what Anya said.
"He's looking for you too."
Squeezing her eyes shut, Anya stopped then slowly turned to face the old woman.
"Do you mean-"
"He's here but he doesn't know that you are," the old woman confirmed. "But you're not the only one seeking him."
Eyes fixed on her feet, Anya murmured, "I know. Is there anything I am can do?"
The woman shook her head, and said softly, "It's all very unclear." Then she looked up into Anya's eyes.
"Do I know you?" Anya asked as she stared into the woman's eyes.
"No. But I saw you in my dreams and I know I will never see you again," the woman replied cryptically and turned away. "Good luck."
Not knowing what to make of the woman's words, Anya continued walking. But she felt tired after their meeting and checked into a dingy hotel. She knew she couldn't return to her apartment in case D'Hoffryn was looking for her. Of course, if he really wanted to, he could easily find Anya. But hopefully he wouldn't for a while or he'd realized that she was too far-gone.
Lying on the scratchy sheets of the hotel bed, Anya remembered every detail of the last time she saw Spike.
* * * * * * * * *
"For a murderer, you're quite a wimp," Spike commented as Faith crouched in a corner of an alleyway.
"Speak for yourself," Faith spat, "you can't even kill anymore."
"Damn soul."
"Damned soul."
"It's all the same."
Faith got up on shaky legs and straightened herself out. "The girl will be okay especially since you kicked me mid-bite and let her escape," Spike said, "I'm sorry it has to be like this." He thought about how he could've gone to a bar somewhere and gotten blood. Maybe it was better like this.
"No, it's cool. I'm just tired, you know," Faith replied casually.
"Right," Spike said flatly. "Let's find a hotel."
They found a little hotel a few blocks away. The tired clerk informed them that the only rooms there had either single or double beds. There was only one bed to each room.
"A double is all we'll be needing," Faith said with a wink and ran her hand across Spike's.
When they got to their room, neither said a word. They took off their shoes then Spike shed his shirt and Faith pulled off her pants. But they ended up as far away from each other as the bed would allow.
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TBC