Chapter 3 - Talking
Faith and Becky walked through the misty black corridors of the hotel, neither of them talking. Faith twurled a stake round in her hands and started banging it on the walls as she walked, Becky watched her out of the conrer of her eye. "Are we there yet?" she said, sighing.
"We're there whenever you want us to be there, basically, pick a room" Faith said as they walked past a door. Becky nodded and looked inside, to see blue walls, a bed, wordrobe, a window with a view of LA.
Becky opened the door fully and walked in, "This one's cool thanks" She said, Faith followed her in, "You sure?" she asked, along time ago this room belonged to Connor . . . No one had been in it since then.
"Yeah . . ." Becky said, letting herself fall on the bed. Then she looked up, "Why? it's not cursed or anything is it?"
Faith grinned and sat next to her. "Nah, it's just it used to belong to someone we don't liek to mention . . ."
Becky sat up and looked at her, "Why? who?"
"We don't like to mention" Faith repeated, she had already said enough, "Anyway, so . . . your picking this one then?"
"Well, now i'm not too sure" Becky said.
Faith stood up, "Listen kid, there's nothing wrong with it, i was just . . . reflecting"
"Ok ok, take a chill pill already"
"Take a what?" Faith said, having not heard that term in a long time. She sat back down when Becky did nto answer. "Anyway, what are we gonna' do about cloths for you?"
Becky bit her bottom lip again, "Um . . . i don't know, i never thought about that in my hastey running away . . ."
"You ain't had much practise then have you?" Faith said quietly, she turned and watched Becky empty her pockets, there was some money, food, and a few stakes and knives. "Are you sure you should be carrying those?"
Becky nodded, "Why, ain't i allowed?"
Faith shrugged, "Well as long as we can trust you not to go killing any of us during the night or day . . ."
"I don't kill vampires unless they make a point of attacking me first" Becky said seriously.
"Some slayer . . ."
"Yeah, i am ain't i?" Becky said, she didn't seem to know how to get along with anyone, but Faith ignored that, she knew what she was going through, a run-away slayer, much like she was all that time ago . . . "Can i ask you something?" Becky asked, interupting her day-dream.
"You just did but what?" Faith asked.
"That vampire down there, the one with the freaky hair-"
"Spike?"
"No, the other one-"
"Oh, Angel, i quite like his hair-"
"Angelus . . ."
There was a silence and Faith looked at her, and her stakes. "Angel" She repeated again. "Angelus is evil, Angel is good there is a difference"
"I know, i know it all. I read about him" Becky said, putting some of the stuff she had previously taken out of her pockets into the drawer next to the bed. "He has a soul"
Faith nodded. "He's cool, so don't go killing him . . ."
"I won't" Becky said, "I only attack if attacked remember"
"It's a good rule, but you know what my rule is?"
"What?"
"Don't live by one rule" Faith said, it wasn't her rule, she had made it up on the spot to be able to say something that sounded serious. Then there was yet another silence, Faith dechided she had better try and get something out of her about her father, "Soo . . . what do you know about your father then?"
"He's a demon who lives in LA"
"Ok, big help . . ." Faith said, "So what are we meant to do? go kncoking on demon's doors saying 'are you Becky's dad?'"
Becky half smiled, "I don't know, your the ones that offered to help me, can't you figure it out?"
Faith sighed, "Yeah we'll work something out, but after we've found him, if he doesn't kill us all for any reason, that happens alot, you have to go back home . . ."
Becky didn't take this as badly as Faith had thought she might, she lay back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, "Fine, it's a deal, i only wanted to see my dad"
"You coming downstairs then, or staying up here?" Faith said eventually.
"Erm . . . I'm coming downstairs, you got any food?" She asked, holding up a squashed sandwitch, that could have possibly been in her pcoket for days . . .
"Err, Yeah we do and some blood too" Faith said, she stood up and went to the door. "You do, drink blood don't you?"
"Not as often as normal vamps but i gotta'" Becky said, also standing up and walking over to her, "What type is it?"
"Pigs" Faith said as they walked out.
"Ew . . ." Becky's voice sounded through the corridors alloguh only quiet as they headed further away from the room and downstairs.
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Author's Note: shortest chapter ever, please forgive me, i love you all!
Faith and Becky walked through the misty black corridors of the hotel, neither of them talking. Faith twurled a stake round in her hands and started banging it on the walls as she walked, Becky watched her out of the conrer of her eye. "Are we there yet?" she said, sighing.
"We're there whenever you want us to be there, basically, pick a room" Faith said as they walked past a door. Becky nodded and looked inside, to see blue walls, a bed, wordrobe, a window with a view of LA.
Becky opened the door fully and walked in, "This one's cool thanks" She said, Faith followed her in, "You sure?" she asked, along time ago this room belonged to Connor . . . No one had been in it since then.
"Yeah . . ." Becky said, letting herself fall on the bed. Then she looked up, "Why? it's not cursed or anything is it?"
Faith grinned and sat next to her. "Nah, it's just it used to belong to someone we don't liek to mention . . ."
Becky sat up and looked at her, "Why? who?"
"We don't like to mention" Faith repeated, she had already said enough, "Anyway, so . . . your picking this one then?"
"Well, now i'm not too sure" Becky said.
Faith stood up, "Listen kid, there's nothing wrong with it, i was just . . . reflecting"
"Ok ok, take a chill pill already"
"Take a what?" Faith said, having not heard that term in a long time. She sat back down when Becky did nto answer. "Anyway, what are we gonna' do about cloths for you?"
Becky bit her bottom lip again, "Um . . . i don't know, i never thought about that in my hastey running away . . ."
"You ain't had much practise then have you?" Faith said quietly, she turned and watched Becky empty her pockets, there was some money, food, and a few stakes and knives. "Are you sure you should be carrying those?"
Becky nodded, "Why, ain't i allowed?"
Faith shrugged, "Well as long as we can trust you not to go killing any of us during the night or day . . ."
"I don't kill vampires unless they make a point of attacking me first" Becky said seriously.
"Some slayer . . ."
"Yeah, i am ain't i?" Becky said, she didn't seem to know how to get along with anyone, but Faith ignored that, she knew what she was going through, a run-away slayer, much like she was all that time ago . . . "Can i ask you something?" Becky asked, interupting her day-dream.
"You just did but what?" Faith asked.
"That vampire down there, the one with the freaky hair-"
"Spike?"
"No, the other one-"
"Oh, Angel, i quite like his hair-"
"Angelus . . ."
There was a silence and Faith looked at her, and her stakes. "Angel" She repeated again. "Angelus is evil, Angel is good there is a difference"
"I know, i know it all. I read about him" Becky said, putting some of the stuff she had previously taken out of her pockets into the drawer next to the bed. "He has a soul"
Faith nodded. "He's cool, so don't go killing him . . ."
"I won't" Becky said, "I only attack if attacked remember"
"It's a good rule, but you know what my rule is?"
"What?"
"Don't live by one rule" Faith said, it wasn't her rule, she had made it up on the spot to be able to say something that sounded serious. Then there was yet another silence, Faith dechided she had better try and get something out of her about her father, "Soo . . . what do you know about your father then?"
"He's a demon who lives in LA"
"Ok, big help . . ." Faith said, "So what are we meant to do? go kncoking on demon's doors saying 'are you Becky's dad?'"
Becky half smiled, "I don't know, your the ones that offered to help me, can't you figure it out?"
Faith sighed, "Yeah we'll work something out, but after we've found him, if he doesn't kill us all for any reason, that happens alot, you have to go back home . . ."
Becky didn't take this as badly as Faith had thought she might, she lay back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, "Fine, it's a deal, i only wanted to see my dad"
"You coming downstairs then, or staying up here?" Faith said eventually.
"Erm . . . I'm coming downstairs, you got any food?" She asked, holding up a squashed sandwitch, that could have possibly been in her pcoket for days . . .
"Err, Yeah we do and some blood too" Faith said, she stood up and went to the door. "You do, drink blood don't you?"
"Not as often as normal vamps but i gotta'" Becky said, also standing up and walking over to her, "What type is it?"
"Pigs" Faith said as they walked out.
"Ew . . ." Becky's voice sounded through the corridors alloguh only quiet as they headed further away from the room and downstairs.
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Author's Note: shortest chapter ever, please forgive me, i love you all!