PAIRING: Moving into some kind of F/A
RATING: 12?
__________________Chapter 6a (simultaneous time period with Chapter 5)
The moon was well travelled on its nightly path by the time Faith and Angel got
on their way. Angel drove south for some time before Faith broke their silence.
"Where we goin' A?'
- Guess you'll see when we get there.
"Not going to give me any kind of warning or anything? Am I gonna have to fight,
or what?"
- Can we leave it at 'wait and see'?
"Whatever."
Faith kicked her legs up onto the dashboard, reclined her seat a little, and lay
back, looking at the stars through the sun roof.
"Nice night. Clear. Good patrolling weather. Fancy stopping awhile? I could do
with a little action. There must be something out there to kill. Got to let off
some steam, been sitting still for days."
- We'll be back indoors soon. No time to stop now, we don't have long to
go til sunrise. I want us to get there before then. There's a few things I need
to tell you.
"Go ahead, not like we're doing anything else now."
- I said later.
"Fine then!"
Angel drove for a short while longer before pulling in at what appeared to be a
very old petrol station. The pumps looked as if they hadn't been used in a
decade. The attached shop had smashed windows and dirt lining its walls. Faith
looked quizzically at Angel, with more than a hint of displeasure on her face.
"This is it? You're telling me that this divine thing which is so incredibly
important is hidden in some old shot-out gas station?"
- Not in so many words. We need to stop for while, I reckon here is out
of the way enough.
"Out of the way enough for what? Angel, what's going on? Where the hell are we,
anyway?"
- South of Sunnydale, like they said. Look, we should get inside, the
clouds are thickening and it's going to rain soon. And there's a few things I
need to tell you, the sooner the better, because we have another destination
once I've sorted things out with you."
Faith felt a jolt of nerves she couldn't quite explain, but the possibility of
curling up with Angel in an out of the way building during a storm with no- one,
apparently, for miles around was something she wasn't particularly keen to turn
down.
She pulled herself up and through one of the broken windows. Landing softly, as
a cat does, she straightened up, a look of distaste on her face as she saw the
thick layers of dust and grime on every surface. A mattress had been left in one
corner of the room she had climbed into, and some shelves of stock remained
around the walls. The counter was smashed and the till had been thrown onto the
floor.
"Wonder what happened to this place?"
Angel answered, having followed her through.
- Came here some time ago. Lived here awhile, when I didn't know what
else to do. I smashed up the shop and scared the guy away - he never came back.
"Why?"
- Place to sleep, place to hide. Far away enough from anywhere to remove
the temptation to eat more than the rats and strays who crossed my path. Gave me
some time to think. Space, and freedom, to some extent. I didn't have to get
involved with the world.
"Yeah, spare me the poetry. Just tell me, A, what we doing here now?"
- Sit down.
"Hey, watch who you're throwing orders to."
But she took a seat on an old swivel chair, in spite of her slight anger. Angel
paced the length of the room, turned on his heel and strode purposefully towards
her. Stopping inches from her, he looked her in the eye and said:
- Faith, I need you to do something for me.
"I'd do anything for you Angel. You know that."
- Not like that. Be serious. I need you to promise me you'll do
something.
"What? C'mon, spill."
- I need you to kill me.
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RATING: 12?
__________________Chapter 6a (simultaneous time period with Chapter 5)
The moon was well travelled on its nightly path by the time Faith and Angel got
on their way. Angel drove south for some time before Faith broke their silence.
"Where we goin' A?'
- Guess you'll see when we get there.
"Not going to give me any kind of warning or anything? Am I gonna have to fight,
or what?"
- Can we leave it at 'wait and see'?
"Whatever."
Faith kicked her legs up onto the dashboard, reclined her seat a little, and lay
back, looking at the stars through the sun roof.
"Nice night. Clear. Good patrolling weather. Fancy stopping awhile? I could do
with a little action. There must be something out there to kill. Got to let off
some steam, been sitting still for days."
- We'll be back indoors soon. No time to stop now, we don't have long to
go til sunrise. I want us to get there before then. There's a few things I need
to tell you.
"Go ahead, not like we're doing anything else now."
- I said later.
"Fine then!"
Angel drove for a short while longer before pulling in at what appeared to be a
very old petrol station. The pumps looked as if they hadn't been used in a
decade. The attached shop had smashed windows and dirt lining its walls. Faith
looked quizzically at Angel, with more than a hint of displeasure on her face.
"This is it? You're telling me that this divine thing which is so incredibly
important is hidden in some old shot-out gas station?"
- Not in so many words. We need to stop for while, I reckon here is out
of the way enough.
"Out of the way enough for what? Angel, what's going on? Where the hell are we,
anyway?"
- South of Sunnydale, like they said. Look, we should get inside, the
clouds are thickening and it's going to rain soon. And there's a few things I
need to tell you, the sooner the better, because we have another destination
once I've sorted things out with you."
Faith felt a jolt of nerves she couldn't quite explain, but the possibility of
curling up with Angel in an out of the way building during a storm with no- one,
apparently, for miles around was something she wasn't particularly keen to turn
down.
She pulled herself up and through one of the broken windows. Landing softly, as
a cat does, she straightened up, a look of distaste on her face as she saw the
thick layers of dust and grime on every surface. A mattress had been left in one
corner of the room she had climbed into, and some shelves of stock remained
around the walls. The counter was smashed and the till had been thrown onto the
floor.
"Wonder what happened to this place?"
Angel answered, having followed her through.
- Came here some time ago. Lived here awhile, when I didn't know what
else to do. I smashed up the shop and scared the guy away - he never came back.
"Why?"
- Place to sleep, place to hide. Far away enough from anywhere to remove
the temptation to eat more than the rats and strays who crossed my path. Gave me
some time to think. Space, and freedom, to some extent. I didn't have to get
involved with the world.
"Yeah, spare me the poetry. Just tell me, A, what we doing here now?"
- Sit down.
"Hey, watch who you're throwing orders to."
But she took a seat on an old swivel chair, in spite of her slight anger. Angel
paced the length of the room, turned on his heel and strode purposefully towards
her. Stopping inches from her, he looked her in the eye and said:
- Faith, I need you to do something for me.
"I'd do anything for you Angel. You know that."
- Not like that. Be serious. I need you to promise me you'll do
something.
"What? C'mon, spill."
- I need you to kill me.
_____________