Faith
A New Beginning
Author: Sk8erGrl
Summary: Boston was supposed to be Faith's getaway. In one night that all changed. Join Faith in the first installment of an all-new series.
Spoilers: Spoilers for both 'Chosen' and the Angel series finale 'Home'.
A/N: I posted a sneak preview for this story a while back and here is the first chapter of the first story. I hope you like it and stay tuned because the next action-packed chapter is coming soon. Please review.
Chapter One.
Faith was used to taking care of herself. She had been doing it all her life and after becoming a Slayer it was more important than ever before, some Vampire or demon was constantly threatening her life. Truthfully, it exhilarated Faith. The fight and the rush of the kill, Faith lived for it. It was all she had.
In prison Faith had felt trapped. She could've broken out at any time but Faith knew what she had done had been wrong and that she had to pay the consequences for murdering Finch. Angel had helped her realize that. Faith had killed a man. Innocent or not he had been a human. Faith had to work hard at redemption. It was comforting knowing she was not the only one, maybe that was why she and Angel had a good friendship. They were both striving for the same thing.
After the big battle in Sunnydale, Faith didn't return to prison as everyone expected her to. She was free now thanks to Angel. With the new high power and connections that he had acquired when taking over the Los Angeles Wolfram and Hart office Angel had arranged it so that the world thought Faith had died in the mysterious demise of Sunnydale. According to the two century year old Vampire, Faith had paid her penance behind bars. The world needed her now.
That was how she ended up back in Boston. Giles and Buffy had assigned Faith to take over the Boston area. The city held many painful memories for Faith, but it had once been home and she knew it well. So, with her new life set out for her Faith packed up what little belongings she had acquired and moved up to Boston. She lived in a seedy area of the city, her apartment a mess and Faith was barely able to make rent each month. She didn't mind though. Compared to the accommodations she'd had to live with for the past few years, the apartment was perfect. She had no cellmates, no giggly potential Slayers and no one to bother her.
A cold wind rushed through the dark Boston cemetery, sending Faith's long brown hair askew as she strolled between the tombstones and crypts. The only light that was provided was from the dim green lanterns outside each crypt scattered across the city's main cemetery. The rogue slayer held her head high, confident that she could take anything that came her way. Her pretty brown eyes scanned the cemetery searching for any movement whatsoever. A stake was held tightly in her hands and tucked safely under her black jean jacket was another stake and a knife. Faith was prepared. Nothing could take her down. Nothing could beat her.
From the corner of her eye Faith caught sight of a flurry of movement. Without blinking, Faith poised herself for battle. Slowly and silently Faith crept in the direction of the movement. The hand than held her stake was behind her back, hoping for the element of surprise if the movement had been a Vampire searching for prey.
Kneeling at a newly dug grave was a young girl with long, straight blonde hair dressed in jeans and a jacket. In front of the girl lay a bouquet of fresh daisies. Faith kept her distance from the girl, watching carefully for anything suspicious. The last thing Faith needed was another murder charge.
The girl looked harmless enough to Faith, with innocence shining through her blue eyes. Faith knew well enough that innocence could be faked, or misconceived. She had seen Dawn Summers' innocent blue eyes and the young girl was not innocent, not by a long shot. Dawn had seen too much to be innocent any longer. Faith wondered if she had ever had the innocence Dawn and this strange girl had. But Faith knew, innocence was weakness.
An ear-piercing scream resounded in Faith's ear, catching Faith's attention. She pinned her feet in the ground and searched for the screamer. It was the blonde girl Faith had been watching. Apparently whoever she had been visiting had just risen from the grave, much more alive than she had been two seconds earlier.
Faith jumped into action. The new vampire resembled the blonde girl who it was now trying to unsuccessfully kill. Faith determined that the two girls had once been sisters but that didn't faze Faith though. Now, one of them was a Vampire and it was Faith's duty as a Slayer to slay the Vampires that crossed her path. Faith grabbed the blonde Vampire's hair and yanked on it hard. The Vampire stumbled back a few feet, forgetting the girl she had been trying to kill, and hissed angrily at Faith before trying to claw at the Slayer's face. One of the Vampire's long, manicured, nails dug into Faith's cheek tearing out a strip of skin. Faith cursed as blood begun to drip down her cheek. She'd just about had enough of this Vamp. Quickly Faith kicked the Vampire sharply in the gut and followed through with a back kick.
As the Vampire fell back against a tombstone Faith quickly staked her. There was one less Vampire to worry about in the world and Faith's job there was done. Now, she had to move on and find the next Vampire to get rid of. A slayer's job was never truly done, unless she died.
Instead of leaving and going on to her next patrol zone Faith stopped and looked toward the girl who had just watched her sister rise from the grave and get killed again. There was something about her that held Faith back. An instinct maybe. Hesitantly Faith approached the girl. "You okay kid?" Faith asked awkwardly, offering her hand to help the girl up.
"What do you think?" the girl wondered bitterly, "I was just nearly killed by my dead sister who rose from the grave all evil and was murdered for the second time in two nights."
"I was just doing my job," Faith informed the girl.
"What's your job? Killing people?" the blonde inquired, "Cause I know what I just saw."
"She was already dead," Faith pointed out, "She was a Vampire and I had to slay her. That's what I am, a Vampire Slayer."
"Vampire's don't exist," the blonde told Faith, "They're myths."
"Tell that to them!" Faith sighed, "They sure don't seem to realize that. Them Vampires are as real as you and me."
"Yeah and my mom's a somber and loving person," the blonde scoffed, the innocence completely gone from her eyes. Faith felt a tinge of recognition. The girl was Faith at sixteen, minus the sister.
Before Faith could shoot her retort at the teen Faith's senses pricked up. From her peripheral vision the slayer caught something moving ridiculously fast towards them. It was no human that was for sure. Faith pushed the teen out of her way and blocked a punch from a butch looking Vampire. The punch had come at her fast and hard and Faith felt some bones in her hand breaking as she engulfed the Vamp's hand in her own. Faith clenched her jaw together tightly showing no emotion. Then, abiding to the basic rule of life, what goes around comes around; Faith twisted the Vampire's and pulled to dislocate its shoulder. The Vampire bellowed in pain and jumped away from Faith. Knowing better than to believe a dislocated shoulder would stop the Vamp, Faith continued her attack launching a combination of kicks and punches at the Vamp.
Finally, with one strong kick to the Vampire's chest he fell back against one of the lower branches on a tree, bursting into dust. As Faith turned to check on the teen she had saved earlier she saw a large red wrench swinging towards the center on her face. Faith ducked but not fast enough because the wrench impacted on the top of her forehead. It was a blow that would have knocked a normal girl out completely, maybe even killed her. But Faith was no normal girl. Her head screamed in pain and a crown of blood began to drip down from the top of her forehead.
Faith's new opponent was a miniscule Vampire who reminded Faith much of a shorter version of Andrew. The Vampire still held the large wrench in his hand and was readying to take another swing at Faith with it. This time Faith was quicker, she grabbed the Vampires arm and flipped him onto his back, still gripping the stake she had used to kill the first Vampire that night Faith raised her arm and plunged it for the stake. The Vampire exploded into dust, its remains scattering all over Faith whose face was dripping with blood from the wound to her cheek and forehead.
Without wasting any time Faith jumped to her feet and scanned the premises. She caught sight of a foot protruding from behind a grave. The foot wore a sneaker that looked much like the blonde girl's and it was kicking. Something was going on back there. Faith raced over to the grave and saw that a third Vampire had the girl pinned down behind the grave but was having a hard time killing her with all the struggling the girl was putting up. Not caring to add another injury that night Faith sighed and staked the Vampire through the heart. With one loud scream the vampire exploded into dust, the dust deciding to settle on the blonde.
"What were those things?" the blonde demanded.
"Same thing your sister was," Faith shrugged, "Vampires."
"Th-they can't be Vampires!" the blonde insisted, "Vampires are mythical creatures that are used to scare kids into staying away from dark places at night."
"Those ain't stories kid," Faith sighed, "Dracula and all of is goons are real. Just ask B back in Sunnydale."
"Sunnydale? That place that mysteriously got turned into the world's largest sinkhole over night?" the blonde wondered.
"The one and only," Faith nodded, "What's you name kid?"
"Alyson Webber," the girl replied, "But everyone calls me Aly. How about you?"
"Faith," Faith stated.
"Faith? That's it?" Aly raised an eyebrow.
"That's it," Faith nodded.
"You said you were a Slayer before," Aly started, "What's that?"
"You don't want to know," Faith assured the girl, "It's one long speech that got a whole lot more complicated. You better get lost before some other Vamps decide to show up and kill you."
"I don't have anywhere to go," Aly admitted, "Kaley used to let me stay in her dorm, but now she's dead. Mom's drunk all the time, if I go back…" Aly let her sentence hang. She didn't need to finish it. Faith knew exactly what would happen to the girl if she returned home. It was the same thing that would've happened to Faith. Yelling, Hitting and empty bottles being thrown at your head.
Faith frowned. She couldn't leave the girl here. It was like leaving her as a snack to the Vampires and yet the only other option was to take the girl with her. Faith was not one to be sentimental. She was not someone to show weakness, or caring, she was not one trust other people and let them into her life. And yet, there was something about this girl, a connection.
"You can crash at my place," Faith relented, "One night and then you're out." Aly nodded in understanding and followed Faith out of the cemetery and towards her apartment.
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The next morning Faith woke up with a splitting headache that was not due to an extreme hangover from the night before. She lay asleep in her bed, a bandage across her cheek and another on her forehead. Faith had spent and hour the previous night cleaning up from patrol. It had been one of the busier nights, and certainly the messier of nights. In the past month of being on Boston Faith had managed not to get hurt. She hadn't had any serious injuries since nearly being killed by the bomb back in Sunnydale. But of course, Boston wasn't built on a Hellmouth.
Faith got out of bed and got changed. When she exited her room she found her stray, Aly, sitting on a chair in her kitchen reading one of the few books Giles and Wesley had insisted she take with her to Boston. Their argument had been that if she ever ran into a demon and needed to research how to kill it she would be able to. Faith never planned on using them and had taken them only to shut up the two Watchers. Clearing her throat Faith got the girl's attention. Aly looked up and managed a small smile in Faith's direction.
"Morning," the Aly mumbled, going back to her book. Her blonde hair was tied up in a pony tale, a few of the shorter strands falling lose in front of her face. Her blue eyes focused intently on every word she read. "Do you know where I can get a copy of this?"
"England?" Faith offered, clueless, "Ex-Watcher gave it to me."
"Watchers they look after the Slayer right? It says that somewhere in here," Aly said gesturing to her book. Faith nodded confirmation of Aly's statement, "Rupert Giles, he's your ex-Watcher?"
"How'd you know?" Faith wondered, eyeing the girl suspiciously. Maybe she knew more than she let on.
"Well, he called before asking for you," Aly replied, "Said something about work, figure it's something about Slaying. Said it was important you call him back. He sounded very British and nervous talking to me."
"That's G-man," Faith shrugged. She didn't know what else to say. Shad hadn't heard from Giles since she had arrived in Boston a month ago. They had an understanding that she could take care of herself without any help and that they weren't to contact her unless they needed to. Angel was the only one who she kept in constant contact with. "Guess I'd better call him."
"Guess so," Aly mimicked Faith's shrug and turned back to the book she had been reading.
Faith didn't have a home phone. She had a cell phone that Angel had given her as an early Christmas present. So, her cell phone was the only phone she used. Angel insisted paying the monthly bill and despite herself Faith had agreed. With her cell she never missed a call while she was working or on patrol. Faith grabbed her cell from the table beside Aly and scanned her speed dial for Giles' new number.
The Scooby gang and some of the Potentials turned Slayers had moved on to the other Hellmouth over Cleveland. They were now living in a hotel until they could afford better accommodations or decided to move the camp to England. Wood and Andrew had followed Buffy and the others there, having no where else to go. Wood had survived, but Faith couldn't stay with him. She wasn't ready to start working on her first semi-functional relationship.
Buffy picked up the phone after the second ring and Faith sighed. She had known the chances of having someone other than Giles pick up the phone, it had happened the only other time Faith had ever had to contact the Watcher. The last time it had been Willow to pick up, the witch had been having a meeting with Giles at the time. Faith had hoped that if someone else had picked it would be Willow again, or even Xander, but the last thing she needed was to talk with Buffy. The two Slayers still had a lot of friction between them.
"Hello?" when she got no answer Buffy repeated it, "Hello?"
"Yo B," Faith answered, "G-man around?"
"Faith," Buffy's tone was still bitter. After all, her friends had kicked her out of the house and voted Faith their leader. "Yeah, he's right here."
"Faith," Giles voice sounded on the phone, as Buffy's faded into the background, "Hello."
"What d'ya need?" Faith demanded.
"Yes, well, Willow has recently located a Slayer in your area. We'd like you to find her for us," Giles announced.
"Just tell me where G," Faith sighed. Finding a Slayer was just what she needed to make her day even worse. She already had to deal with Aly and her job in which she had to work the dreaded night shift at. Now she would have to search for a Slayer too.
"Well, we did the a locator spell last night and Willow made sure to put a special mark for you," Giles ranted, "And there were a number of Slayers scattered throughout the Boston area. But there is one girl who seems to be emitting a rather large amount of power around your specific area. She seems to be a very powerful girl, almost as powerful as Buffy and yourself. It is rather strange. When Willow did her spell she not only called every Potential in the world but increased your and Buffy's abilities, it seems that the same happened with this girl but at a lower degree."
"Whoa, I only need to know where this girl is," Faith told the watcher.
"Well, the searching spell revealed the girl's location at the time and then revealed the name," Giles explained, "It is quite an extraordinary spell that Willow cooked up. Anyway, the girl's name is Alyson Webber. Think you can find her."
Faith looked towards Aly, "Yeah, I think I can."
"Good, when you do I need you to contact me and I will arrange to have someone come over to get her and bring her back here so we can train her," Giles went on, "Then, we will give you another of the names to search for."
"Great," Faith groaned, "I'll get right on it."
"Alright, thank you Faith," Giles sounded very tired just then, "Have a nice day."
"Later G," Faith then hung up and stuck the cell in the back pocket of her black pants.
"What'd he want?" Aly asked, shutting her book and tossing it on the table beside her. Faith stood silently for a second, her face unreadable. She didn't know how she was to tell the teen that she was a Slayer. It had been a complicated enough story when her Watcher had first come and told Faith who she was. Now, a whole lot more had just been added. The battle in Sunnydale, a spell to call Slayers…
"What'd you read about Slayer's in that book?" Faith wondered.
"That there's only one," Aly responded.
"Only supposed to be one, B screwed with that rule," Faith corrected, "She died and that triggered some chick named Kendra, but B was brought back to life and when Kendra died I was called."
"So, there's two Slayers now?" Aly inquired.
"Again, B screwed with that rule," Faith continued, "That whole thing in Sunnydale wasn't no earthquake. Big Bad named the First was trying to wipe out the Slayer line. Potential Slayers from around the world were bunking up in one house, it was hell, but they went into battle and a witch did a spell to make every Potential become a Slayer. Now, there's hundreds."
"So, any girl could be a Slayer?" Aly asked.
"Yeah," Faith nodded, "Sucks doesn't it? Takes all the fun out of being a Slayer. The world being on one girl's shoulder and crap."
"Nah, gives a whole new meaning to girl power," Aly shook her head.
"Tell that to the girls who ain't Slayers," Faith put in, thinking of Dawn Summers then. The look she had seen on the Slayer's younger sister as she watched the Slayers train.
"But most girls don't know about Slayers, unless they are one," Aly pointed out, "Or unless they got saved by one after almost being killed by their dead sister."
"Well, G called to tell me he had found a Slayer here in Boston," Faith stated, preparing to drop the bomb, "Girl named Alyson Webber."
"Damn," Aly breathed, "Can't be."
"Well it is," Faith sighed, "You're another with the power and strength to fight Vampires and demons."
"So, what happens now?" Aly wanted to know, "Do I like get training or do I just go out and fight?"
"You go to Cleveland where B'll train you with the other Slayers," Faith announced, "Or England if they decide to move on. They train you and then you come back an' fight."
"Couldn't you train me?" Aly wondered, "I mean you're a Slayer and obviously know how to fight."
"Not a great idea kid," Faith moved to the fridge and grabbed the milk carton out of it, "I ain't the best role model. Or leader for that matter. I'd probably get you to kill people or lead you into a trap where a bomb explodes and nearly kills both of us. Plus, B's the best and there are other Slayers training there too."
"All the more reason for me to stay here," Aly insisted, "Think about it Faith, you're probably tougher than this B chick, you know the streets of Boston and you'll be training me one on one."
"Look Aly, I'm here to get away from the stupid Slayer crap goin' on there," Faith explained, "I left them 'cause I didn't want to look out for no one else. Unlike B I can't handle having to worry whether someone under my protection is about to get killed by some freak demon or Vampire. I don't work like that. I work alone."
"I'm a slayer too," Aly pointed out, "I grew up in a world where I had to look after myself. All I need is a bit of training. I've got the Slayer strength too; I don't need protection, just guidance. Just think about it."
"Fine," Faith exhaled, "I ain't promising anything though."
"Great," Aly grinned the triumphant grin Faith had seen the night before, "Can I stay here until you decided."
"Just stay out of my way," Faith warned. She didn't know why she had given into the girl, but Faith had saved her life and now she needed to watch out for the girl until she had the proper Slayer training, hopefully in California where Faith could quit worrying about her. Faith wondered if this was how Buffy felt about Dawn.
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Dawn Summers stepped out of the Greyhound bus, lugging her duffel bag behind her. Boston seemed so huge with the crowds of people pushing her around trying to get by her as she stood staring out into the street. She really had no idea why she had come here, why the little voice in her head had told her, when she packed her bags ready to get away from Buffy and the Slayers, to go to Boston. Faith lived in Boston but it wasn't like Faith and Dawn had gotten along well since Faith had tried to kill her. Before though, before they had been almost like sisters, Faith allowing Dawn to do the things that Buffy had forbid. Like fighting and staking Vampires.
She probably would've been run over by all the people if her companion hadn't grabbed her arm and pulled her into a cab that he had waved down. The taxi was dirty and smelt horrible. Dawn waited patiently as the driver shoved their bags into the trunk and turned to her companion trying not to breathe the morbid smell. Her companion, Xander Harris, grinned his goofy grin, winking at her with his remaining eye. Dawn felt a pang of sadness as she remembered the previous months leading up to the big battle. They had lost so much in that fight, friends, lovers and eyes.
Dawn knew that the reason Xander had followed her to Boston was because there was nothing left for him back with the others. Willow, Buffy and Giles were packing up to go to England along with the Slayers they had gathered and Wood and Andrew. They were going to set up Camp somewhere in England for a while. Buffy was going to focus on training and Willow and Giles were going to do their best to rebuild the Council, with some improvements. There was nothing left for them. Anya was dead, Buffy too busy with the slayer's to pay attention to much else and when Willow wasn't doing spells to find new slayers she was with Kennedy. So, they ditched Cleveland and headed to the only place they could think of that would be logical to head to.
Of course, how going to Boston to see Faith was logical for either of them no one knew. Actually, no one knew that they had even left. Dawn and Xander had agreed that they were better not to tell anyone that they were leaving until they had already arrived at their destination. No one would really notice they were gone anyway. They were invisible to anyone but each other. Dawn grinned thinking of Buffy's face when she and Xander called to tell her what was going on. Her sister would go to England and Dawn would stay in the States with Xander and Faith. To Dawn it made more sense than going to England.
The cab pulled up in front of a shabby apartment building and Xander and Dawn slid out of the cap hauling their bags out of the trunk of the cab and up into the building. The inside looked worse than the outside and Dawn feared seeing what Faith's apartment looked like. They had gotten the address from Angel when Dawn had gone over to visit him the previous weekend. She didn't tell the Vampire why she needed to know where Faith lived; only that she needed the address.
They took the stairs, not trusting that the elevator would hold out on them and walked the two flights to Faith's floor dragging their luggage with them. Faith apartment was 3B and Dawn stepped up and knocked on the door. Xander stood fidgeting behind her, running his hands through his hair picking up and putting down his duffel over and over again. Finally, the door opened to reveal a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes, the girl was certainly not Faith. "Uh, does Faith live here?" Dawn asked. The girl nodded and walked away from the door.
"FAITH!" she shouted, "There are people here for you!"
"Damn it!" they heard Faith curse from the other room, "Damn it, Damn it! Why the hell did you answer the door?"
"'Cause someone knocked," the girl replied obviously. Faith appeared looking panicked, but when she saw them she seemed to relax a bit and swatted the blonde across the head. "Ow!" she complained.
"Live with it kid," Faith advised, "You want training, you're gonna have to endure more than that."
"Great," the blonde groaned and picked up a book, peering at Dawn and Xander every so often.
"B know you two are here?" Faith asked.
"No," Dawn replied as Xander fiddled with a book her had found on the way in. Dawn had noticed how nervous and flighty he was, and with reason too. He and Faith didn't have the best track record ever.
"So whadda ya want?" Faith wanted to know, eyeing them carefully.
"They're moving the camp to England," Dawn explained, "Xand and I don't want to go and don't want to stay in LA with Angel. So, we came here."
"Great, just what I need," Faith groaned, "You ain't staying here. Kid already claimed whatever space I got left."
"Who is she?" Xander spoke up, looking over to the blonde who had now stopped pretending to be reading and paid full attention to them.
"Aly Webber," the blonde introduced herself and stood up, walking over to Xander and sizing him up, "I'm a Slayer."
"Huh," Xander nodded, "Tell Giles yet?"
"No, she didn't," Aly told him before Faith could reply, "She's deciding whether she'll train me or not. Who are you two?"
"I'm Dawn Summers," Dawn said, "And that's Xander Harris."
"She's B's kid sister," Faith told her fellow slayer, "And he's the knight in shining armour."
"Aren't they supposed to come with two eyes?" Aly teased, looking at Xander's eye-patch with interest.
"Well Eye-Poking-Preacher kind of changed that," Xander shrugged, "But hey, he got his."
"They can stay," Aly decided. Faith glared at the blonde slayer.
"Who put you in charge?" Faith demanded to know. This girl was threatening her authority over her own place, and even though Faith had begun to think of the younger girl as her protégéé since she had saved her life the night before and had Aly follow her home she didn't like people who threatened her authority.
"I did," Aly sing-songed, "Anyway, where else they gonna stay? Probably have no money left from Cab and bus fair. Damn public transportations are a rip off."
"She's kind of right," Dawn shifted in her place, "All the money Xander and I were able to pool together went into getting here. We can get jobs but until then we've got nowhere else to go."
"Fine," Faith took a deep breath, "Just-"
"Stay out of my way," Dawn and Aly chimed in, cutting the dark haired slayer off as Xander just smirked.
"Give the kids a prize!" Faith exclaimed sarcastically, grabbing her jacket and heading for the door.
"Where ya goin'?" Aly asked after her.
"To work," Faith acknowledged, "How d'ya think I afford this place?"
"You mean you actually have to pay rent?" Xander mused, cracking another of his patented Xander Harris grins. Dawn rolled her eyes and walked the rest of the way into the apartment as Faith exited.
"This should be fun," Dawn beamed.
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If there was anything Faith hated more than her job, it was working her job on the night shift. She had gotten a job waitressing at a diner in her area of Boston. The diner was worse than her apartment and during the night shift she had to deal with the drunk and her slime bag manager. That night, being a Friday should've been relatively busy, but much to Faith's dismay it was rather quiet. Not that she was complaining.
It was nearing eleven when Faith decided to ditch work. If she got fired too bad, being alone in the diner with nothing to do was worse than being stuck in the diner serving a bunch of sleazy drunkards. She needed the money to keep her apartment, but she could always find another job. On her way to the door her manager walked in. Her manager was a slimy man with pale, pasty while skin, and greasy black hair that seemed to glisten even if there were no light around. Faith wished that she could kill him. He was probably the worst part of the job.
"Faith," he hissed, grinning a wide horrid grin at Faith, "My favourite employee. Looks like it's just me and you tonight."
"Looks like," Faith agreed, bored. It was always the same. She had a shift by herself, the regular crowd didn't show up and the Don, the manager, made a pass at her. She knew she should just quit and find something better. But this job paid well enough in tips. Sure, she could get something a lot better. In prison she had received her GED, the equivalent to a High School diploma.
Just then her manager, Rico, reached one of his past white hands out and grabbed onto Faith's thigh. Faith clenched her fists together. Sure, she was used to slimebags like him making passes at her, but they usually got the point after she kicked their ass the first time. This guy just didn't seem to ever get the big picture.
Tonight, Faith wasn't going to stand for it. She was having a bad enough day as it was and she really needed to kick some monster ass. Technically her manager was no demon, but tonight she could make the exception. She grabbed his arm that was invading her personal space and twisted it away from her body. The man's face was now distorted in pain. Faith smirked and flipped the man onto his back and then pressed her boot heal on his Adam's apple.
Rico, the manager of the dumpy diner Faith had found work at sputtered under his employee's boot. Faith could see that now he's had just about as much of Faith as he could handle. His face slowly began to turn blue and Faith removed her foot from his neck. As the slimebag regained his breath and past color he looked at Faith with new fear in his eyes. "You're fired!" he managed to spit out.
"Thank god," Faith sighed, as she threw her apron on him and walked out of the diner.
Faith walked into an empty apartment about fifteen minutes later. Her new houseguests were nowhere in sights and Faith felt relieved as she showered quickly and slipped on her leather pants, halter and jacket. She was going to patrol at the place she would be most likely able to find Vamps on this night, The Occult. The club had been open for a month and was the most successful club in Boston already. Anyone over sixteen was allowed in, and if you were twenty-one and over you were allowed the privilege of drinking the alcohol. And being Friday Faith knew that the club would be busy.
Flashing Neon lights swirled around the slayer as she slipped into the club and headed over to the bar to order some drinks. Faith ordered herself a drink and scanned the dance floor. Her leather pants hugged her just right in all the right places and her tank top revealed just enough to get the attention of any single male, and even the non-single males in the room the minute she danced onto the dance floor moving her hips seductively, hands moving above her head and she swayed to the band that was playing on stage. She changed dance partners frequently, only glancing at whom she was with as she looked for her next one and any possible Vampires lurking around. She didn't have to look too far.
From somewhere in the back there was a loud crash and then screams erupted throughout the club.
