Chapter 8

A/N: Ahhh! Big out of character Buffy to come. Just a warning. . .

Andi

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"You missed."

"Damn straight. You think I'm just gonna let you die? You have serious mental issues. But wait- we already knew that, didn't we?"

Stupid jerk thinks I'm just going to shoot him and get it over with. No friggin' way. He's standing there, banging a helpless girl into a table, and he expects me to let him off easy? He's out of what's left in his puny little mind.

The girl he's holding down notices his distraction and pushes him off of her. She runs over to me after grabbing her clothes.

She is pretty hot. Dark brown waves, wide eyes, a look of sheer bitchiness that no one could take away.

She looks over at me while fiddling with her jean-button. She smirks and says, "Bastard messed up my hair."

I cock an eyebrow at her and smile. I like this girl.

"Name's Faith. You?"

"Buffy."

"This guy do you in, too?"

"Yep."

Angel starts to sneak--or what he thinks is sneaking--away. I turn towards him.

"Ah, ah, ah! Not so fast."

*Bang*

One knee-cap down, one to go.

"Ahhhh!"

Blood gushes from his mauled leg. God, I'm going to enjoy this.

Faith holds out her hand.

"May I?"

"Be my guest"

*Bang*

Her shot hits him in the wrist. What amazes me is that we both have such good aim. Really, I was always so clutzy when I was a kid.

Another scream.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?!"

Uh, oh, daddy's home. . .

I giggle insanely. He grabs the gun away from Faith and pulls us both away.

"Making absent death threats is one thing, but you're torturing him!"

Angel slowly gets up on shaky legs and brings out a small little gun. Unfortunately, William dearest is still lecturing and I can't get his attention.

*Bang*

The bullet flies right past our heads, and before I can blink, another bullet is shot. But this time it's not from Angel.

The body slumps to the ground in a pool of blood. Williams' gaze is cold and deadly, and he takes my gun and leads me and Faith outside.

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A full moon stares down at us from the deep sky. We're lying on our backs on the beach, me cuddled next to William and Faith next to me.

"What have we done?" A shaky voice asks. It takes me a moment to realize that it belongs to me.

William kisses me on the head and trails his fingers through my hair.

"We've ridded the world of a very bad man."

It brings a soft chuckle out of me, which soon delves into tears. Faith sits up and leans over me, putting her hand on my cheek.

"If you hadn't of done what you did, you, myself, and countless others would most likely be getting real friendly with a coffin."

She too presses her lips to my forehead.

I laugh again, but it's strained.

"Where do you go to school?" I ask.

"I dropped out. Ran away from home a few months ago, been holed up in that wharehouse. Didn't know someone already had dibs on it."

She curls up against me and I lay a hand on her shoulder, running it up and down her smooth skin.

"How'd you find me?" I ask.

William looks over to me and says, "Woke up a bit after you left, I 'spose. Read your note, and figured you had gone to kill the wanker. Reasoned that he'd be held up in that wharehouse, since he always had a thing for them as a kid, and that's the only one in Sunnydale."

He pulls out the gun from his pocket and holds it out to me.

"You want to do the honors, Pet?"

I nod my head and grasp the handle. I slowly move over to the shore and stare out at the deep water, the waves crashing into the sand like paint thrown at a canvas, covering the past, making way for new.

I raise my arm and throw the gun as far out into the waves as I can.

One last shimmer of the blackened hilt and it sinks beneath the sea.

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A/N: To be continued. I've actually got an idea! And, to make it even stranger, it's from some one who didn't even know she was giving me and idea. Lots of love, and plz review!

Andi