Series: Eternal Passions
Title: Wanted
Author: Mel M./Misty AKA SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: The Realm, others (if you ask nicely)
Pairing: If you don't know by now it's a Faith/Willow series ^.~
Rating: R (possibly leaning toward NC 17) for various reasons (mainly language)
Disclaimers: I don't own Buffy or anything attached to the show/characters and I'm making absolutely nothing off of this fic. Well, accept for maybe feedback. Also, Mel is my property so if you'd like to use her please ask.
Comments: And remember, I need feedback so FEED ME! Enjoy!
Wanted
Her body quivered as she tossed and turned. Suddenly she rose, dark eyes struck with fear. With the speed of a cheetah she leapt out the window and into the dark night.
Meanwhile. . .
She lay in a sound sleep, her muscles at ease though her mind remained alert. She could feel something slithering about in the dark and stirred slightly. She didn't move, in fear of what the creature would do if she did. She was not strong enough to face it nor did she know why it had come to her.
Her attention shifted as she heard another creature leap through the window. The darkness cloaked them both but she heard their quarrel begin. They moved almost silently, circling each other with caution. When a fight ensued all that could be heard was panting, growls of frustration and whimpers of pain.
After several minutes a howl of pain filled the air. The creature panicked, jumping out the open window. The girl sat up in bed, wondering what had happened. Realizing the threat was gone she clicked the light beside her bed on. There was so much blood. She couldn't see where it had come from but it was splattered all over her shirt and her sheets. Peeking over the edge of her bed, her eyes grew large with fear. In a river of red rested an angel, her porcelain skin tattered and stained a deep crimson. The girl threw herself on the floor beside the form. "F-F-Faith?"
"Hey Red," the bleeding Slayer choked.
"Shhhh, don't talk. Let me fix you up, ok?" the witch pled, meeting the Slayer's gaze.
"Sure thing," the brunette wheezed, clutching her side.
Willow examined the wound and frowned. She went into the bathroom, washed her hands then grabbed a book from under her bed. "This should help. Just relax, ok?"
The Slayer nodded as the redhead prepared for her spell. The witch wasn't very sure of herself, or her powers but if she didn't heal Faith she would die. Even with her Slayer healing she'd already lost too much blood.
Willow sat on her bed and began chanting in Latin the best she could. The blood on the floor disappeared as the brunette began to glow a vibrant green. The witch continued chanting as she watched the girl's wounds fade away. As the last scratch vanished the witch fell forward, weakly tumbling off of her bed and onto the floor.
As soon as she could move Faith caught Willow, making sure she didn't hurt herself on the way down. Touching the witch's cheek, she whispered worriedly, "Red, you ok?"
Willow managed to meet the Slayer's gaze and smiled tiredly. "I just need some rest. Spells like that really drain you."
"I bet," Faith whispered, attempting to stand. After wobbling a bit she stood firm and held her hand out to Willow.
The redhead took the offered hand, pulling herself up. "Why don't you get comfy. I'll call Giles and tell him what happened," she breathed tiredly.
The Slayer met the witch's gaze and asked softly, "so you think I should stay here?"
Willow looked as if she'd just been stabbed in the back. She pouted cutely as babble Will took her voice. "Yeah! I mean, what if that thing comes back? What if it comes after me again? What if it rips me apart and nobody's here to help and. . ."
Faith placed one slender digit on the girl's lips with a smile. "Don't worry Red. I'm not gonna let anything hurt you," she murmured tenderly.
Willow blushed, ducking her head. "I better call Giles. Feel free to rest on my bed. I'll be right back."
Faith got comfortable on the bed as she watched the hacker stumble over to the phone. For the first time, since she could remember, she smiled. Not her usual fake smile but a warm, genuine, caring smile. This was starting to worry her. As she watched the redhead twirl the phone cord nervously she realized something that scared her. She cared about Willow and she would do anything to keep her safe. She'd never really felt that way about anyone before and she wasn't sure she wanted to tell the hacker how she felt.
Willow nodded and hung up the phone. Walking over to her bed, she sat beside the brunette. "He said we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Faith nodded, sitting up. "So where am I crashin?"
The redhead furrowed her brows. As if the Slayer had to ask. "We can share my bed, I don't mind. I'll warn you though. I hog the covers."
Faith snickered. "And I'm hot blooded so we're five by five."
After they settled under the covers they both fell silent, though still awake. Willow rolled over, meeting soft chocolate eyes. For some reason she instinctively brushed a stray lock from the brunette's face. She wanted to kiss her but she knew better. Faith would probably hurt her for trying. Instead she whispered softly, "can you do me a favor?"
Faith felt the heat and tension rising between them and within her but curiosity got the best of her. "Sure, what's the favor?"
The hacker blushed shyly, murmuring barely above a whisper, "I know this probably sounds really childish but would you hold me? Tonight's been a little much for me, on top of everything else and I dunno, I just feel safe with you. That probably sounded like a come on. I didn't mean it that way it's just, you've been here when I needed somebody and. . ."
Again the Slayer placed her finger over the witch's lips. "You ain't gotta explain Red. Things are rough and you're tryin to deal but you can't do it alone. I respect you for askin and I'm glad you trust me enough to let me help."
Willow's face lit up as she cuddled close to the Slayer. Faith wrapped an arm around the redhead and sighed deeply. This felt so good, so right but it still scared the hell outta her. Maybe she'd talk to Buffy about it tomorrow.
The next day. . .
"Hey Old English! What's up?"
The Watcher met the girl's eyes and smiled. "Hello Faith. How are you feeling?"
"Five by five," the brunette chirped energetically.
"Good. Can you tell me what the demon looked like?" he questioned with concern.
"Not really. It was kinda dark. I know it had claws and it was built kinda like a human. No scales or anything. But that's all I got," she replied as the others entered the library.
"So why's it targeting Will?" Buffy inquired as she sat with her friends at the table.
"I'm not quite sure. Until I am I'll need somebody at home with her," he replied.
Buffy let out an aggravated growl. "Mom the warden wants me home. She says I've been out too much lately and she wants bonding time."
"Sounds like fun. I'd do it but I don't think her parents would be too thrilled with us having a sleepover now that we're in high school," Xander joked, knowing most of that was true.
"I wouldn't mind hangin out. So what makes you so sure they won't go after Red while she's here?" Faith questioned.
"Demons, no matter how arrogant, wouldn't attack her at school. It would risk exposure and a confrontation with the Slayers. It would be unnecessary. They know where Willow lives and they will go after her there," he explained while cleaning his glasses.
"Then they'll have a surprise waitin for um," the raven locked Slayer fumed.
"Be careful. I'll call if I discover anything," he called as Faith, Willow and Xander headed out.
He pulled the blonde Slayer aside and whispered softly, "Buffy, would you see if Angel has any information. I fear this confrontation wasn't a coincidence."
"Sure. I'll see you later," she agreed before running after her friends.
That night. . .
Darkness was her companion as she stared listlessly at the street below. Her breathing was nearly silent as she scanned her lifeless surroundings. Then she heard a soft whisper from behind that shattered her concentration. "Huh?"
"I said do you want some hot chocolate?" the voice repeated.
"Thought your were gonna crash?" she replied hesitantly.
"I can't sleep. So, will you join me?" the other replied.
"Sure Red."
Moments later they sat sipping cocoa in utter silence. Their cups became empty, their bodies warmed by the drink and their companion. The redhead brushed her thumb over the other girl's lips, removing the left over chocolate. The brunette felt warmth consume her very soul and at that moment she knew. This was something so alien to her but she wanted it more than life itself. She leaned closer, her plush lips capturing those of the other girl. They succumb to each fleeting emotion, temptation tentatively captivating them.
As the Slayer retreated she realized the hacker seemed to be waiting. For what she was unsure. Their eyes met as she whispered softly, "Red, I'm sorry."
The redhead stared blankly as if she didn't understand those words. "Why? I mean, don't be."
"Maybe I should go," the brunette hushed, standing to leave.
Willow became bold for a moment, pulling the Slayer onto her bed. "I don't think you understand what I'm saying. I liked it . . . I like you. Don't ask me the why or how because I'm still trying to figure those out. What I do know is that I care about you, as more than just a friend. Besides, Buffy would kick your ass if she found out you left me here alone when my life's in danger."
"Red, you know I wouldn't let anything hurt you. I been thinkin allot. Bout you, me, us. When I held you that night in the tree house I felt things I've never felt before. I don't wanna hurt you," she admitted, sounding wounded and hopeless. Faith bowed her head. She wanted to be with this girl but she didn't trust herself. She didn't know if she could let Will in.
The witch smiled softly. "I won't hurt you Faith and I know you won't hurt me. Don't run away from what you feel. I know things were bad for you before but I'm not like all those fucks. I like you for who you are, not who I want you to be. All you have to do is let me in."
"I don't know if I can. I like you but I'm not good at this whole feeling thing. When I care about somebody they die. I don't want you to die. You mean too much," Faith whispered, losing her cool. She was actually petrified, which was the cause of her rampant emotions.
"Faith, I know it's gonna take some time but I'm not going anywhere. Buffy and the gang wouldn't have it any other way. I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm asking you to be with me. There's no rush so think about it. I'll still be here. Now lay down, we need some down time," the redhead coaxed. They both needed time to sort things out in their minds and a good nights sleep couldn't do any harm.
Faith fell victim to the idea of sleep though she knew it would not come easily. She rested her head on the pillow and almost instantly her eyes drifted shut. She then felt slender arms wrap around her waist and her body tensed.
"Goodnight Faith," Willow's innocent voice murmured as she rested her head on the Slayer's back.
"Night," Faith replied, easing a bit. The feeling of Willow pressed against her back caused her to relax. This felt so safe but she was aware of her surroundings and she didn't want either of them to make any mistakes. She wasn't sure how Buffy and the others would take this and she didn't want to find out. Deciding she would think it over more in the morning she took a deep breath and tried to get some sleep.
~~ TBC ~~
Title: Wanted
Author: Mel M./Misty AKA SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: The Realm, others (if you ask nicely)
Pairing: If you don't know by now it's a Faith/Willow series ^.~
Rating: R (possibly leaning toward NC 17) for various reasons (mainly language)
Disclaimers: I don't own Buffy or anything attached to the show/characters and I'm making absolutely nothing off of this fic. Well, accept for maybe feedback. Also, Mel is my property so if you'd like to use her please ask.
Comments: And remember, I need feedback so FEED ME! Enjoy!
Wanted
Her body quivered as she tossed and turned. Suddenly she rose, dark eyes struck with fear. With the speed of a cheetah she leapt out the window and into the dark night.
Meanwhile. . .
She lay in a sound sleep, her muscles at ease though her mind remained alert. She could feel something slithering about in the dark and stirred slightly. She didn't move, in fear of what the creature would do if she did. She was not strong enough to face it nor did she know why it had come to her.
Her attention shifted as she heard another creature leap through the window. The darkness cloaked them both but she heard their quarrel begin. They moved almost silently, circling each other with caution. When a fight ensued all that could be heard was panting, growls of frustration and whimpers of pain.
After several minutes a howl of pain filled the air. The creature panicked, jumping out the open window. The girl sat up in bed, wondering what had happened. Realizing the threat was gone she clicked the light beside her bed on. There was so much blood. She couldn't see where it had come from but it was splattered all over her shirt and her sheets. Peeking over the edge of her bed, her eyes grew large with fear. In a river of red rested an angel, her porcelain skin tattered and stained a deep crimson. The girl threw herself on the floor beside the form. "F-F-Faith?"
"Hey Red," the bleeding Slayer choked.
"Shhhh, don't talk. Let me fix you up, ok?" the witch pled, meeting the Slayer's gaze.
"Sure thing," the brunette wheezed, clutching her side.
Willow examined the wound and frowned. She went into the bathroom, washed her hands then grabbed a book from under her bed. "This should help. Just relax, ok?"
The Slayer nodded as the redhead prepared for her spell. The witch wasn't very sure of herself, or her powers but if she didn't heal Faith she would die. Even with her Slayer healing she'd already lost too much blood.
Willow sat on her bed and began chanting in Latin the best she could. The blood on the floor disappeared as the brunette began to glow a vibrant green. The witch continued chanting as she watched the girl's wounds fade away. As the last scratch vanished the witch fell forward, weakly tumbling off of her bed and onto the floor.
As soon as she could move Faith caught Willow, making sure she didn't hurt herself on the way down. Touching the witch's cheek, she whispered worriedly, "Red, you ok?"
Willow managed to meet the Slayer's gaze and smiled tiredly. "I just need some rest. Spells like that really drain you."
"I bet," Faith whispered, attempting to stand. After wobbling a bit she stood firm and held her hand out to Willow.
The redhead took the offered hand, pulling herself up. "Why don't you get comfy. I'll call Giles and tell him what happened," she breathed tiredly.
The Slayer met the witch's gaze and asked softly, "so you think I should stay here?"
Willow looked as if she'd just been stabbed in the back. She pouted cutely as babble Will took her voice. "Yeah! I mean, what if that thing comes back? What if it comes after me again? What if it rips me apart and nobody's here to help and. . ."
Faith placed one slender digit on the girl's lips with a smile. "Don't worry Red. I'm not gonna let anything hurt you," she murmured tenderly.
Willow blushed, ducking her head. "I better call Giles. Feel free to rest on my bed. I'll be right back."
Faith got comfortable on the bed as she watched the hacker stumble over to the phone. For the first time, since she could remember, she smiled. Not her usual fake smile but a warm, genuine, caring smile. This was starting to worry her. As she watched the redhead twirl the phone cord nervously she realized something that scared her. She cared about Willow and she would do anything to keep her safe. She'd never really felt that way about anyone before and she wasn't sure she wanted to tell the hacker how she felt.
Willow nodded and hung up the phone. Walking over to her bed, she sat beside the brunette. "He said we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Faith nodded, sitting up. "So where am I crashin?"
The redhead furrowed her brows. As if the Slayer had to ask. "We can share my bed, I don't mind. I'll warn you though. I hog the covers."
Faith snickered. "And I'm hot blooded so we're five by five."
After they settled under the covers they both fell silent, though still awake. Willow rolled over, meeting soft chocolate eyes. For some reason she instinctively brushed a stray lock from the brunette's face. She wanted to kiss her but she knew better. Faith would probably hurt her for trying. Instead she whispered softly, "can you do me a favor?"
Faith felt the heat and tension rising between them and within her but curiosity got the best of her. "Sure, what's the favor?"
The hacker blushed shyly, murmuring barely above a whisper, "I know this probably sounds really childish but would you hold me? Tonight's been a little much for me, on top of everything else and I dunno, I just feel safe with you. That probably sounded like a come on. I didn't mean it that way it's just, you've been here when I needed somebody and. . ."
Again the Slayer placed her finger over the witch's lips. "You ain't gotta explain Red. Things are rough and you're tryin to deal but you can't do it alone. I respect you for askin and I'm glad you trust me enough to let me help."
Willow's face lit up as she cuddled close to the Slayer. Faith wrapped an arm around the redhead and sighed deeply. This felt so good, so right but it still scared the hell outta her. Maybe she'd talk to Buffy about it tomorrow.
The next day. . .
"Hey Old English! What's up?"
The Watcher met the girl's eyes and smiled. "Hello Faith. How are you feeling?"
"Five by five," the brunette chirped energetically.
"Good. Can you tell me what the demon looked like?" he questioned with concern.
"Not really. It was kinda dark. I know it had claws and it was built kinda like a human. No scales or anything. But that's all I got," she replied as the others entered the library.
"So why's it targeting Will?" Buffy inquired as she sat with her friends at the table.
"I'm not quite sure. Until I am I'll need somebody at home with her," he replied.
Buffy let out an aggravated growl. "Mom the warden wants me home. She says I've been out too much lately and she wants bonding time."
"Sounds like fun. I'd do it but I don't think her parents would be too thrilled with us having a sleepover now that we're in high school," Xander joked, knowing most of that was true.
"I wouldn't mind hangin out. So what makes you so sure they won't go after Red while she's here?" Faith questioned.
"Demons, no matter how arrogant, wouldn't attack her at school. It would risk exposure and a confrontation with the Slayers. It would be unnecessary. They know where Willow lives and they will go after her there," he explained while cleaning his glasses.
"Then they'll have a surprise waitin for um," the raven locked Slayer fumed.
"Be careful. I'll call if I discover anything," he called as Faith, Willow and Xander headed out.
He pulled the blonde Slayer aside and whispered softly, "Buffy, would you see if Angel has any information. I fear this confrontation wasn't a coincidence."
"Sure. I'll see you later," she agreed before running after her friends.
That night. . .
Darkness was her companion as she stared listlessly at the street below. Her breathing was nearly silent as she scanned her lifeless surroundings. Then she heard a soft whisper from behind that shattered her concentration. "Huh?"
"I said do you want some hot chocolate?" the voice repeated.
"Thought your were gonna crash?" she replied hesitantly.
"I can't sleep. So, will you join me?" the other replied.
"Sure Red."
Moments later they sat sipping cocoa in utter silence. Their cups became empty, their bodies warmed by the drink and their companion. The redhead brushed her thumb over the other girl's lips, removing the left over chocolate. The brunette felt warmth consume her very soul and at that moment she knew. This was something so alien to her but she wanted it more than life itself. She leaned closer, her plush lips capturing those of the other girl. They succumb to each fleeting emotion, temptation tentatively captivating them.
As the Slayer retreated she realized the hacker seemed to be waiting. For what she was unsure. Their eyes met as she whispered softly, "Red, I'm sorry."
The redhead stared blankly as if she didn't understand those words. "Why? I mean, don't be."
"Maybe I should go," the brunette hushed, standing to leave.
Willow became bold for a moment, pulling the Slayer onto her bed. "I don't think you understand what I'm saying. I liked it . . . I like you. Don't ask me the why or how because I'm still trying to figure those out. What I do know is that I care about you, as more than just a friend. Besides, Buffy would kick your ass if she found out you left me here alone when my life's in danger."
"Red, you know I wouldn't let anything hurt you. I been thinkin allot. Bout you, me, us. When I held you that night in the tree house I felt things I've never felt before. I don't wanna hurt you," she admitted, sounding wounded and hopeless. Faith bowed her head. She wanted to be with this girl but she didn't trust herself. She didn't know if she could let Will in.
The witch smiled softly. "I won't hurt you Faith and I know you won't hurt me. Don't run away from what you feel. I know things were bad for you before but I'm not like all those fucks. I like you for who you are, not who I want you to be. All you have to do is let me in."
"I don't know if I can. I like you but I'm not good at this whole feeling thing. When I care about somebody they die. I don't want you to die. You mean too much," Faith whispered, losing her cool. She was actually petrified, which was the cause of her rampant emotions.
"Faith, I know it's gonna take some time but I'm not going anywhere. Buffy and the gang wouldn't have it any other way. I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm asking you to be with me. There's no rush so think about it. I'll still be here. Now lay down, we need some down time," the redhead coaxed. They both needed time to sort things out in their minds and a good nights sleep couldn't do any harm.
Faith fell victim to the idea of sleep though she knew it would not come easily. She rested her head on the pillow and almost instantly her eyes drifted shut. She then felt slender arms wrap around her waist and her body tensed.
"Goodnight Faith," Willow's innocent voice murmured as she rested her head on the Slayer's back.
"Night," Faith replied, easing a bit. The feeling of Willow pressed against her back caused her to relax. This felt so safe but she was aware of her surroundings and she didn't want either of them to make any mistakes. She wasn't sure how Buffy and the others would take this and she didn't want to find out. Deciding she would think it over more in the morning she took a deep breath and tried to get some sleep.
~~ TBC ~~