Plans for the Future3: Playing a Bit Rough
author: Lucinda
rating: pg13 for violence
main characters: Faith, Draco Malfoy
third in 'Plans for the Future'
Distribution: Twisting, QuickFic, Wic, Jen if she wants it, OADNT, Paula - anyone else ask first
Disclaimer: I do not own Faith, Draco, or any other characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the Harry Potter books. No profit is being made.
note: set BtVS season 3, Faith and Draco are both 17/18.
Dinner had gone well, full of teasing flirtation and admiring glances. While Faith was quite certain that Draco was not only quite the hottie, he was also arrogant, a bit spoiled, and had the sort of behavior that said he was used to having everything given to him. His eyes and slow smiles gave the impression that he might be thinking Faith was yet another expensive gift.
Faith was certain that she could change his mind about that one.
They did pop back over to the apartment, finding Dick and Narci curled up on the couch, almost but not quite touching. Narci'd taken off her shoes, and a single tendril of her hair had fallen, giving the pair an oddly... intimate look. It clearly weirded Draco out. They didn't stay for very long, making an awkward excuse and almost rushing.
"Wonder if he's getting any?" Faith's words were soft, halfway between curious and uneasy.
Draco looked at her, frowning. "Please say no more. That's my mother in there. She's... it's... Just don't."
Faith just chuckled, wondering if it had never occurred to him that his mom might want a little lovin' at some point. "Fine, I won't talk about your mom and sex. We can go bet up and kill a few vamps, maybe a random demon or two for the hell of it."
"Most people would be a bit worried about that. And how do you think you'll find a couple vampires to beat up? Just… what, walk by the local cemetery?" Draco had a bit of a sneer to his tone.
"This is Sunnydale, Draco. We don't have A cemetery, we got nine active ones and another two that got closed due to no more vacancies. Open your eyes and look around, this place is evil." She could feel herself smiling in anticipation.
"If it's so evil, then why are you going to kill the demons and vampires?" Draco frowned, looking as if he was trying to make sense of her.
"Give up, you won't figure me out. We're just going after minions. Expendable, replaceable, and otherwise I'd be bored." Faith stretched, pulling a stake from under the seat of the car and passing it to Draco. "Now, when I drop them, you can stake them. Or you can try your spells if you want. Never had a chance to see how those work on a vamp."
Draco's eyes got a bit wider as he took the stake, noticing some slightly orangeish caked into the wood grain. "Stake them… what if it isn't a vampire?"
"Stake through the heart will probably still kill most things." She shrugged, taking her knife out of the car with her. "But there's no need to rush things, there's time to play."
She was aware of Draco as a nervous presence behind her as they entered the cemetery. There was a faint breeze, and she could practically feel her skin prickling in the darkness. This was her destiny, to hunt and kill in the darkness. Granted, she might have a few objections to the whole self-sacrificing part, but God, she loved the violence. She could feel them ahead and to the left, at a large mausoleum built out of red marble. "Vamps, the red Mausoleum, about four. Ready?"
"Of course." His words were a little bit less confident. A glance showed that he had the stake held in one white knuckled hand, and his wand in the other.
"Well, look what we got here. Trouble…" Faith grinned as she kicked in the door to the mausoleum, smiling at the expressions of surprise and worry on the vampires' faces.
It was a great fight. She only had to drag vamps back from Draco twice, and that was just because he couldn't handle more than one at a time. He'd also used this wicked looking spell that had a vamp down on the ground, screaming in agony as his muscles looked like they were trying to crawl away from him. Maybe there were a few more differences between good and dark wizards after all… Plunging her stake into the last fighting vamp, she turned back to watching Draco.
"Having fun? How long does that last anyhow?" She looked at the writhing vampire.
"Quite. It doesn't seem to last very long on vampires, I've renewed it twice." Draco looked better, much less afraid. It looked like he'd found himself enjoying the fun after all.
"I think we're about finished with these guys, just stake him and we can move on." Faith smiled, her whole body singing from the work out. "I have plans for the rest of the evening."
"Oh, plans. I think I like your plans, Faith." Draco's smirk was filed with anticipation.
End Playing a Bit Rough.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg13 for violence
main characters: Faith, Draco Malfoy
third in 'Plans for the Future'
Distribution: Twisting, QuickFic, Wic, Jen if she wants it, OADNT, Paula - anyone else ask first
Disclaimer: I do not own Faith, Draco, or any other characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the Harry Potter books. No profit is being made.
note: set BtVS season 3, Faith and Draco are both 17/18.
Dinner had gone well, full of teasing flirtation and admiring glances. While Faith was quite certain that Draco was not only quite the hottie, he was also arrogant, a bit spoiled, and had the sort of behavior that said he was used to having everything given to him. His eyes and slow smiles gave the impression that he might be thinking Faith was yet another expensive gift.
Faith was certain that she could change his mind about that one.
They did pop back over to the apartment, finding Dick and Narci curled up on the couch, almost but not quite touching. Narci'd taken off her shoes, and a single tendril of her hair had fallen, giving the pair an oddly... intimate look. It clearly weirded Draco out. They didn't stay for very long, making an awkward excuse and almost rushing.
"Wonder if he's getting any?" Faith's words were soft, halfway between curious and uneasy.
Draco looked at her, frowning. "Please say no more. That's my mother in there. She's... it's... Just don't."
Faith just chuckled, wondering if it had never occurred to him that his mom might want a little lovin' at some point. "Fine, I won't talk about your mom and sex. We can go bet up and kill a few vamps, maybe a random demon or two for the hell of it."
"Most people would be a bit worried about that. And how do you think you'll find a couple vampires to beat up? Just… what, walk by the local cemetery?" Draco had a bit of a sneer to his tone.
"This is Sunnydale, Draco. We don't have A cemetery, we got nine active ones and another two that got closed due to no more vacancies. Open your eyes and look around, this place is evil." She could feel herself smiling in anticipation.
"If it's so evil, then why are you going to kill the demons and vampires?" Draco frowned, looking as if he was trying to make sense of her.
"Give up, you won't figure me out. We're just going after minions. Expendable, replaceable, and otherwise I'd be bored." Faith stretched, pulling a stake from under the seat of the car and passing it to Draco. "Now, when I drop them, you can stake them. Or you can try your spells if you want. Never had a chance to see how those work on a vamp."
Draco's eyes got a bit wider as he took the stake, noticing some slightly orangeish caked into the wood grain. "Stake them… what if it isn't a vampire?"
"Stake through the heart will probably still kill most things." She shrugged, taking her knife out of the car with her. "But there's no need to rush things, there's time to play."
She was aware of Draco as a nervous presence behind her as they entered the cemetery. There was a faint breeze, and she could practically feel her skin prickling in the darkness. This was her destiny, to hunt and kill in the darkness. Granted, she might have a few objections to the whole self-sacrificing part, but God, she loved the violence. She could feel them ahead and to the left, at a large mausoleum built out of red marble. "Vamps, the red Mausoleum, about four. Ready?"
"Of course." His words were a little bit less confident. A glance showed that he had the stake held in one white knuckled hand, and his wand in the other.
"Well, look what we got here. Trouble…" Faith grinned as she kicked in the door to the mausoleum, smiling at the expressions of surprise and worry on the vampires' faces.
It was a great fight. She only had to drag vamps back from Draco twice, and that was just because he couldn't handle more than one at a time. He'd also used this wicked looking spell that had a vamp down on the ground, screaming in agony as his muscles looked like they were trying to crawl away from him. Maybe there were a few more differences between good and dark wizards after all… Plunging her stake into the last fighting vamp, she turned back to watching Draco.
"Having fun? How long does that last anyhow?" She looked at the writhing vampire.
"Quite. It doesn't seem to last very long on vampires, I've renewed it twice." Draco looked better, much less afraid. It looked like he'd found himself enjoying the fun after all.
"I think we're about finished with these guys, just stake him and we can move on." Faith smiled, her whole body singing from the work out. "I have plans for the rest of the evening."
"Oh, plans. I think I like your plans, Faith." Draco's smirk was filed with anticipation.
End Playing a Bit Rough.