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Summary: What happens when an angry, violent, sexually-charged Faith lusts after Buffy?

Dedicated To…

Everyone out there who supported me every step of the way (and my girl, Karen, who's the best thing I've got going for me and the greatest person in the world 3). Thank you.

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Part II – "Want You Still"

"So... uh... wanna crash back in my place?"

I study him silently, considering the offer, before knocking back the beer he bought me, having retired from the dance floor. Bitterness burns its way down my throat. I know what he wants. It's what they all want. Sex. My eyes trace over his body. He's toned and gorgeous - completely my type. The kind of guy I usually say 'yes' to.

His eyes are expectant, engulfed with a desire I've seen countless times before.

"Not today, buddy. Sorry."

I offer an offhanded shrug and a smirk that spares no apologies. Another swig of the beer and I was gone and out the door before a word of protest could pass his lips.

Outside, savoring the crisp nighttime air, I curse at myself. I kick angrily at the garbage cans, watching as they tumble and clang on the pavement. Even when it's about one-night-stands that don't mean shit, it's still all about you.

It's always about you.

It's times like these that I hate you, B. You invade my mind, my thoughts, my time, and Slayer connection be damned, because you still don't know a thing. I had everyone clambering for my attentions, every red-blooded teenager sitting in the palm of my hand.

Except for you.

Because of fucking a fucking vampire. A de-fanged vampire with a soul. Angel. He doesn't deserve you, Buffy. I don't understand. Why him? Why not me? I can give you what you want, and Angel... hell, you can't even use him for a good fuck. And still, when I look into your eyes, I see him reflected in them.

You're a slayer, girlfriend. Is that why you do it? Because you shouldn't? For the forbidden fruit that must never be picked? But even that isn't it, is it?

You love him.

I feel sick for a moment... but it passes quickly, leaving nothing but a bitter trace left by the knowledge that I still want you.

Still want you so strongly that it leaves me feeling frozen with ice and searing with fire at the same time. Still want you hard, on the floor, taking you savagely, over and over, until you soundlessly scream my name, voice already gone from countless times before. Still want you slow and sensuous, in your bed, surrounded by all that's light and you, the moans that fill the room.

And I still don't know what I really want when it comes to you.

But with the longing for power and an outlet for all my bottled rage, I head for the cemetery.

I will have you one day.