Kill the Pain!  (Part 10)

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Ah, it has been a good few months, hasn't it, B? Just you and me, doing what we do best. Slaying Vampires, having fun, reveling in who we are. Dancing, hunting, fighting, partying, that's real life for you.

Of course there are still your friends. Some of them at least. The rift between you and Giles hasn't healed and it never will. Willow and Xander, your best friends, they are trying to smooth over the waves, which makes you distant with them as well. We spend more and more of your time together, to hell with the rest of the world.

Then there is Angel.

Oh well, can't all be winners. He is worried about you, isn't he? Apart from me I guess he is the one that knows you best. He can see the changes in you and he is worried. You are not, though. You see how much fun we have, how good it is to just cut loose and live, that you are no longer worried about me.

Everyone is still looking for a girl called Faith, pretending to be a Slayer. You haven't told them we are back together and they will never find me. Fuck, even if they did, what could they possibly do? I am stronger than all of them combined. Together, B, we are unstoppable.

Unfortunately your new attitude hasn't changed your feelings toward Angel. You still want to jump his bones, your skin aching for contact with him, your will just barely holding you back, knowing it must never happen. Angel is playing the noble monk, which is infuriating you. By now you're almost convinced that it would hurt less if he'd never come back from Hell. At least then you would know there is a good reason for the two of you not being together.

The reason now is, of course, the safety of the world. But what has that got to do with you?

Well, whatever. It's a hot night in good old Sunnyhell. Some demons came to town with the express purpose of opening the Hellmouth. Sisters of something, that's what they are called. The Hellmouth actually is starting to open and you are working with the others, even Giles, to make sure it doesn't happen.

Me? I just do whatever butt kicking comes along.

Case in point: One of the rare occasions I am patrolling without you, B. You need your rest, girl, you have been a little too active as of late. Always out late, partying, fighting, so you get some rest before the big fight while I pick up the strays.

Sisters of something. Wish I could remember their name, but I don't really care. There are many of them and they are strong. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Butt kicking. Lots of it. They are surrounding me and I can dish out without worrying about anything but the kicking and punching.

I can feel the blood pumping through my body, the adrenaline is flowing, shudders running through my body as I drive feet and fists into demon flesh and feel it give beneath me. B, how is it you always bitched about having to do this? How could you ever consider giving this up? Be thankful I came along!

Still, there are quite a lot of them right now. Maybe too many. I wonder how I'm gonna get out of this one.

Screeching tires and suddenly a red car barrels over some of the sisters and comes to a stop beside me. I look at the driver and my eyes widen in surprise. Xander? Xander in a leather jacket and driving a car built for the express purpose of picking up easy chicks? What is this, the Twilight Zone?

"Hop in, quickly," he yells.

The sisters are coming again and I decide that dying here will serve little purpose. After all, what would you do without me, B? Besides, Xander actually looks yummy in that outfit, I have to say. I wonder why you never took advantage of him, B. He wouldn't have minded.

Xander hits the pedal and the car screeches away from the sisters, who howl in protest upon losing their prey. Well, seeing as at least half their number is lying dead on the ground, maybe they're just thankful.

I look at Xander beside me and I realize that he has no idea who he just rescued. No idea at all. Just playing the White Knight again, coming along to safe the maiden from the dragons. He has never met me so far, after all. He doesn't know Faith, only the little tidbits you have told your friends, B.

This could be fun.

"Are you all right?" he asks, his eyes checking out my body. Not for wounds, I believe.

"Just a few bruises. Don't worry about it, my hero."

He smiles and turns his eyes back to the street just in time to avoid hitting another car. Fuck, he really is cute. And for once he's not looking like he dressed in the dark. Possibilities, B. You know what I'm saying?

"Pull over there!" I point to the motel where I'm crashing during my free time. He looks confused, but complies. I jump out of the car and walk toward my room. Xander is on my heels, as expected.

"Wouldn't you ... wouldn't you rather I drive you home?" he asks.

"A possibility," I say, smiling a wicked smile at him. "But I think this place is better for what I have in mind."

He looks confused, so I just motion for him to follow me into the room. Taking off my jacket I turn around to look at him, looking all young and yummy. No Angel, that's for sure, but for tonight he will do. This will spice up life a little, don't you think, B?

I walk closer to him, our bodies almost touching, and enjoy the way he fidgets under my stare.

"Uum, what are we..."

"Just shut up, Xander!"

I grab him and throw him on the bed, moving up to straddle his waist before he has a chance to protest. I pull open his leather jacket and rip the buttons off the shirt he's wearing. He makes a noise of protest that dies in his throat as I pull off my top and he gets a look at my nude breasts.

"Like what you see?" I smile down at him, enjoying the deer-caught-in-headlights look in his eyes. I can do anything I want to him and he will even enjoy most of it.

"I ... I ..." he stutters.

I pull down his pants and zip open my own, touching my bare skin to his. His hands fly to my breasts almost on their own. Xander looks totally overwhelmed by it all. I bow down to plant a wet kiss on his lips and after a moment I can feel his tongue reacting, rising to the challenge.

Feeling his flesh beneath me, feeling his growing hardness slide into me, I know that I'm winning. And just to make sure that things will move along nicely I do something that is sure to make your life and mine much more interesting, B.

I lean down again, pressing my breasts into his face, clawing my fingers into his hair, and whisper into his ear.

"Call me Faith!"

I can feel him tense beneath me, so I clench around his shaft and throw him into his first orgasm of the night. I don't think he will think about what he just heard until morning at the earliest. He screams, the sound and feelings throwing me across the edge as well. Shivers of pleasure run down my spine as he screams my name.

Well, not exactly my name. But that will come soon enough.

TO BE CONTINUED