Authors Note: This is the last part of Faith's dream. What do you guys think of it?
I'm not sure who dream I'm going to write next, any preferences?
Spoilers: The 'big bad' of season 7 of Buffy the vampire slayer is referenced.
Authors Note 2: Made a small revision to one of Wesley's lines. I hope it now comes across the way I planned it to.
**
"Or maybe the question is do you deserve the title vampire slayer?"
"That was a bit harsh."
The sharp English accent cut through the still air of the darkened street.
"Wes?"
Faith watched as her former watcher walked forward with heavy, laboured steps.
"Hello Faith."
The greeting was formal. Faith noticed that there was no longer an ever hopeful twist to his tone or a glimmer of buoyant charm in his dark eyes.
"Well look at you Wes, all shiny and new."
Faith spoke as she watched Wesley turn to Buffy and open his mouth to speak.
"I think its time for you to go Buffy, your needed back home."
Buffy nodded and set her hardened eyes back on Faith's.
"Their coming Faith and it doesn't matter what you want because in the end all you are is the slayer."
"What do you mean 'their coming'?" Faith asked as Buffy turned her back on her and receded into the dark shadows.
"Who's coming?" Her voice taking on a tone of urgency that she rarely used.
"The Bringers."
Buffy's voice floated over the air to her as she disappeared into the night.
"She's right you know, they will come for you but not now."
Wesley's voice was almost soothing in its manner.
"So you here for a reason Wes? Or do you get off on pretending to be the caring watcher?"
"I made mistake's Faith, I was never a good watcher to you, played it by the book but I never pretended."
"I know." Her voice small as she tried not to met Wesley's hard stare.
Taking a deep breath Faith spoke again.
"Do you think I can ever go back Wes?"
She flicked her gaze up to Wesley briefly and saw him as he studied her intently.
"No one can ever go back Faith."
A well of sadness that she had long ago learned to hide rose up inside of Faith.
"It's the journey, it doesn't matter where you end up, its all the turns you made along the way that matter."
Faith drew her head up, masking the desolation she felt with cold, hard determination.
"The wild ride, right Wes?"
Wesley took long, striding steps toward Faith stopping only a couple of feet from her.
Faith saw a small smile settle on Wesley's mouth and felt an unwanted smile creep across her own.
"And I'll be there when it ends."
"Always knew you would."
Wesley nodded and reached out a hand to Faith's face and she knew it was over.
"See you Wes."
Faith felt Wesley warm hand touch her face and she pulled in a sharp breath.
*
Faith woke with a start sitting up in her hard prison bed, feeling the smile that still sat on her features.
I'm not sure who dream I'm going to write next, any preferences?
Spoilers: The 'big bad' of season 7 of Buffy the vampire slayer is referenced.
Authors Note 2: Made a small revision to one of Wesley's lines. I hope it now comes across the way I planned it to.
**
"Or maybe the question is do you deserve the title vampire slayer?"
"That was a bit harsh."
The sharp English accent cut through the still air of the darkened street.
"Wes?"
Faith watched as her former watcher walked forward with heavy, laboured steps.
"Hello Faith."
The greeting was formal. Faith noticed that there was no longer an ever hopeful twist to his tone or a glimmer of buoyant charm in his dark eyes.
"Well look at you Wes, all shiny and new."
Faith spoke as she watched Wesley turn to Buffy and open his mouth to speak.
"I think its time for you to go Buffy, your needed back home."
Buffy nodded and set her hardened eyes back on Faith's.
"Their coming Faith and it doesn't matter what you want because in the end all you are is the slayer."
"What do you mean 'their coming'?" Faith asked as Buffy turned her back on her and receded into the dark shadows.
"Who's coming?" Her voice taking on a tone of urgency that she rarely used.
"The Bringers."
Buffy's voice floated over the air to her as she disappeared into the night.
"She's right you know, they will come for you but not now."
Wesley's voice was almost soothing in its manner.
"So you here for a reason Wes? Or do you get off on pretending to be the caring watcher?"
"I made mistake's Faith, I was never a good watcher to you, played it by the book but I never pretended."
"I know." Her voice small as she tried not to met Wesley's hard stare.
Taking a deep breath Faith spoke again.
"Do you think I can ever go back Wes?"
She flicked her gaze up to Wesley briefly and saw him as he studied her intently.
"No one can ever go back Faith."
A well of sadness that she had long ago learned to hide rose up inside of Faith.
"It's the journey, it doesn't matter where you end up, its all the turns you made along the way that matter."
Faith drew her head up, masking the desolation she felt with cold, hard determination.
"The wild ride, right Wes?"
Wesley took long, striding steps toward Faith stopping only a couple of feet from her.
Faith saw a small smile settle on Wesley's mouth and felt an unwanted smile creep across her own.
"And I'll be there when it ends."
"Always knew you would."
Wesley nodded and reached out a hand to Faith's face and she knew it was over.
"See you Wes."
Faith felt Wesley warm hand touch her face and she pulled in a sharp breath.
*
Faith woke with a start sitting up in her hard prison bed, feeling the smile that still sat on her features.