Karmawiccan: Aw, thanks. Glad you like you it :o)
angelcordy fan: Okay, I respect your opinion. Some people just like different couples. I personally like Angel with Cordy, Faith or Buffy.
Buffy and Faith walked down the street towards their new home. They had stayed at the library for a few hours training with Giles. He had told them all he knew about "The Three", and to them, they didn't seem all that tough. But Giles always knew best, and so they listened to him.
Each carried at least one stake with them, for protection, Faith also holding a knife. A friend had given it to her for her fifteenth birthday. He had been the only one to know about them being the Slayers. He was the only one they knew they could trust. The knife was very special to Faith now. Their friend, Parker, had been killed by a vampire a few months ago. Faith held it over her head, thinking that she could have stopped it. When really, there was nothing she could've done.
"So, about Riley. ." Faith started.
"Faith, please. I'm not into bad ones," she said. "Just because I've had my share of bad apples in the past, doesn't mean that I'm-. ."
"B, hello, you're talking to your twin here, not Angel, not Spike," she said. "I know you."
"And I know you. And I know that's something is up with you and Angel. So if you won't tell me about that, I'm not telling you about me and Riley."
"C'mon now," Faith said. "Don't you think that's a little unfair?"
"No, I think it's perfectly fair," Buffy said, stopping. "Uh, Faith. Where are we?"
Faith stopped, and looked around at their surroundings. "Fuck!" she yelled.
Buffy just sighed and threw her hands up in frustration. "Great, now we're lost."
"Maybe we could wave down a car," Faith said.
"And hop in with a complete stranger? Oh yeah, great plan."
"It's better than the one you aren't thinking of," Faith said, walking off the curb and into the street. She saw a car coming straight for her, and still stood her ground, not moving.
"Faith!" Buffy yelled.
Just as she was about to run out after her sister, the car stopped. Buffy let out a sigh of relief and ran over to Faith. The car doors opened and two familiar faces appeared.
All four spoke at once.
"Buffy?" Spike said.
"Faith?" Angel said.
"Spike?" Buffy said.
"Angel?" Faith said.
"What are you two doin' out 'ere?" Spike asked.
"Uh," Buffy said. "We got lost."
"Figures," he said, smiling. "C'mon, 'op in. You're lucky we weren't some strangers. Who's brilliant plan was this?"
Buffy pointed to Faith and Faith just glared at her before following her into the backseat.
Buffy sat curled up on the sofa. She was in her pyjama's, and had a big blanket from the linen closet covering her. A movie was playing on the TV, but she wasn't really watching it.
She was thinking about Spike, and about her feelings for him. It was all so confusing, but so clear. When she was with Spike, it was like they were the only two people in the world. She'd never felt like that before. But he didn't feel the same. 'I'm just a hopeless loser,' she thought. 'Why did the perfect guy have to be the nephew of a woman my dad wants to marry?'
"This a one person party or can anyone join?"
She looked up at the sound of a voice, and smiled. "Spike. Um, yeah, no, come in, join," she said, moving over to give him more room. "Blanket?"
"No thanks luv," he said, then looked over to the televion. "What's on the telly?"
She laughed. "The telly?"
"Are you goin' to make fun of me for bein' English?" he said. "I can't 'elp that I 'ave an accent."
"I think accent's are sexy," Buffy said. She hadn't even realized what she said until she said it, and slapped herself mentally.
"That so?"
"Um, yeah-. ." she said. "But, you know, it has to be on the right guy. Otherwise, annoying."
"And what am I pet?"
'What is with the questions?!' she thought. "Um-. . Well you're not annoying. . So I guess you're-. ."
The doorbell rang, saving Buffy from having to answer his question. She stood up, and left him on the sofa to go and answer the door, thankful for any excuse to get away from him.
"Druscilla," she said, surprised. "Um-. . Spike's in the-. ."
Druscilla ignored Buffy and kept walking past her.
"Living room," Buffy finished, closing the door and following her back.
She stood in the doorway, and watched as Druscilla curled up onto Spike's lap. She turned around, she didn't want to watch this. 'Why am I jealous?' she thought. 'Of course she's gonna be all over him, they're dating.'
"Buffy," Spike said, causing her to turn back around. "You don't need to-. ."
"No," she said, cutting him off. "It's fine. I was gonna head up to my room anyway. I'll see you in the morning."
Spike was about to say something, but Buffy was already up the stairs.
Buffy woke up to the sound of yelling. She looked next to her to see that Faith wasn't there anymore. Climbing out of bed, she ignored the fact that she was still just in her pyjama's.
She walked down the hallway and opened the door to Dawn's room. With the little bit of light that shined in, she could see that Dawn was still safely tucked in her bed.
Quietly, Buffy closed the door and headed down the stairs to the roots of the yelling. She tip-toed over to the living room and stayed hidden by the wall, close enought to hear.
"I don't fucking care!"
'Faith?' Buffy thought.
"Don't use that kind of language in my house young lady."
'Dad?' she thought. 'What the-. .'
"You're house? What, you're dropping the 'this is your house too now girls' act?" Faith yelled.
"This will never be your house Faith! But only because you don't want it to be! You want to go back to L.A and live there, you don't think I know that? Well guess what, go. Go back to L.A! No one is stopping you!"
"I-. . I can't go," Faith said, her tone turning from anger to sadness. "I won't leave Buffy and Dawn."
"Well you sure aren't staying here!"
"Then I won't! You don't think I can survive without you?" she laughed. "You must got some huge stick stuck up your ass! I've been surviving without you my whole life!"
"I was there for the majority of your life Faith, so don't you dare say that!" he yelled.
"Yeah," she said, laughing. "Maybe you were "there". But for the majority of the important things in my life you weren't because you were too busy fucking stupid whores!"
Buffy heard Faith let out a gasp and she poked her head around the corner to see Faith holding the side of her face. 'He hit her?' Buffy thought, filling with rage, but she controled it, knowing Faith could handle her own. 'Boy is he gonna regret that.'
"You stupid fucking loser!" Faith yelled, punching him in the face. She sent him flying into the TV, sending it crashing to the floor along with him. She spit on his unconscious body before exiting the room.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw Buffy standing there, a shocked expression on her face.
"You might wanna get him an abulance," she said, heading for the door.
"Wait," Buffy said, grabbing her arm. "Where are you going?"
"Figured I'd crash at Giles apartment," Faith said.
Buffy nodded. "I'll come with you."
"No," Faith said. "Dawn shouldn't be drug into this. And you know that if we both go, she'll be the one who suffers."
Buffy nodded again. "I'll come see you tomorrow to see that you're settled, bring you some of your stuff."
"Thanks B," Faith said before closing the door behind her.
Buffy turned around when she heard footsteps upstairs. She headed into the kitchen to grab the phone, hoping to get there before they found him.
She could hear their gasps and Darla's screams. 'How am I gonna explain this?'
She picked up the cordless phone and walked back into the living room. All eyes turned to her.
"What happened?" Darla asked. "What did you do?!"
"I-. . I didn't do anything," Buffy said. "Faith did."
Dawn ran over to her and Buffy wrapped her arms around her sister, hugging her. "I-. . Is he dead?" she asked.
Buffy looked down at her and brushed aside some of her brown hair. "No Dawnie, he'll be fine. Angel, could you-. ."
"Yeah," he said, taking her into his arms. "How about we get you some ice- cream?"
The two disappeared and Buffy looked at Spike. She handed him the phone. "Can you call an ambulance? I-. . I don't know the address."
"Course," he said, exiting the room.
Buffy walked over to her father's motionless body. She looked at Darla who was crouched over him like a mourning widow.
"Where is that bitch?" she asked, not looking up.
Buffy had to swallow the words she wanted to say. 'She's hurting,' she thought. 'Her long time boyfriend after all is lying unconscious.' "She's gone Darla. She's staying at a friend's."
"Why did she do this?"
"He's going to be fine," Buffy said, trying to comfort her.
A few minutes later, an abulance arrived and took both Hank and Darla to the hospital. Angel had taken Dawn upstairs to try to get her back to bed, while Buffy and Spike were left to clean up the mess of the shattered TV.
"Girl did quite a lot of damage," Spike said, picking up the biggest part of the TV and placing it back on it's stand. "Can't imagine why she'd do that to her da'."
"Well you never had him as a father," Buffy said. "So you wouldn't know."
"I didn't mean. . All I'm saying is, Faith seems to have a lot of anger towards Hank. And I know what he did. And I'm not sayin' it's right. But, you only get one father in life, mine-. . Well he didn't want me. But Hank is trying to make an effort."
"No Spike," she said. "He's not. It may seem like it, but he doesn't want us here. We're a reminder of his old life, his bad life. But I'm okay with that."
"Are you?"
She shifted uncomfortably, and stood up. "No."
He was surprised by her answer, and stopped what he was doing to listen.
"Inside, I'm not. It hurts to think that my dad doesn't want me," she said, a stray tear falling.
"I know pet," he said. "More than you think."
"Yes, but you don't have to live under the same roof as him, knowing that when you're standing next to him, he wishes you weren't. It hurts. I still love my dad, no matter what he did. But I don't forgive him. He hurt me, Faith, Dawn and my mom so much when he left. Not only that, but when he told us what he'd be doing. Three years Spike! For three years he was cheating on my mother!" she yelled, but never let any tears fall. She calmed down, her face turning a light shade of red. "I-. . I'm sorry."
"'S okay luv," he said. "You can tell me anything."
She took a deep breath and looked up at him, into his eyes. "I know. And there's something that I want to tell you. Something that I need to tell you. And you have to listen."