author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 5:
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the movie Lost Boys.
distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, TNL. anyone else ask.
note: rather AU-ish for Faith. No big needed in Sunnydale Crisis, no big needed in LA crisis. Post Lost Boys the Movie.
David leaned back on the bed, hands behind his head. Faith was gradually coming around. He could tell from the looks in her eyes, the way she would look at him now with puzzlement and confusion instead of distrust and the barely restrained urge to stake. Granted, it didn't put her here with him in this nice bed, but it was definitely progress towards that. Towards having Faith.
She was everything that he'd ever hoped for in a lover - attractive, resourceful, flexible, passionate... The elements of danger and knowledge only added to her appeal. He could tell that she'd had experiences in life, with sex, with violence... had she ever combined them? Nothing wrong with a little pain between consenting adults, after all...
All he had to do was lure her away from her sacred - no, let's call that grand destiny, away from however much sense of ingrained duty and responsibility that she had, away from whatever other motivations she had to slay. Convince her to turn her back on the only thing in her life that held a deeper meaning.
It might take a while.
He would just have to ease the transition a little. Make certain that he'd come to matter first. At least she didn't seem to have a Watcher there, lurking, reinforcing the whole Slayer thing, warning her away from him. No Watcher, no boyfriend or even a girlfriend for that matter, no close friends at all, really. There was no beloved job holding her here. If he became important to her, maybe he could start shifting the balance in her mind, seduce her away from Slaying... Just seducing her at all would be good. But he didn't want to move too fast, it might scare her off, might make her angry. Angry Slayers were violent Slayers.
Maybe he should give her a little present, something to help her think well of him? What to give a Slayer... quite the question. And he just might have an answer. Jumping from the bed, he made his way to a box, pulling forth a pair of throwing knives. They were a silver-steel alloy, with elegant carvings inlaid with pure silver, enhanced with magic to stay sharp, to hold their balance and shape through almost anything. They would be perfect for her.
Carefully, he tucked them into a pocket of his jacket, leaving it draped over a chair. There was still time for a nice shower before he went out to look for Faith. She didn't need to know how much effort went into each 'casual' encounter. And it was always good to be clean and prepared...
Finally prepared, David slipped out into the night, lifting into the air as he set out in search of a quick bite before looking for Faith. She was definitely someone that kept him on his toes, and he didn't want to be distracted by an empty stomach when he not so accidentally bumped into her. Especially since she didn't want to trust him.
After a brief stop to offer his opinion on guys beating up on terrified girls who couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen at the most, David sauntered away. The girl had been petrified, but he'd pretended not to notice her there, cowering and bleeding beside the dumpster, her lips split and one eye nearly swollen shut, her bare arms mottled with the ugly half rainbow of fading bruises. He had other things to worry about. Better things.
"Blondie. Didn't expect you to be here." Faith's voice was... tight, as if she had conflicted emotions warring inside of her.
Smiling as if this were casual, an accidental encounter with a charming girl who didn't contemplate his painful demise, he nodded at her. "Faith. You look good tonight."
"Flatterer." She sounded like she wanted to be annoyed, but her eyes sparkled. "Should I even ask what brings you here?"
"Faith, beautiful, you make it sound like you don't trust me. Couldn't I have just happened to be here?" He teased her gently, knowing that it wasn't coincidence, not really. If he hadn't met her here, it would have been elsewhere.
"Should I trust you?" There was something in her voice, almost entirely hidden. It sounded like a plea for reassurance.
Maybe things wouldn't take quite as long as he'd thought. "In some ways, you can trust me entirely. In others... well, I'd still like you to trust me."
"Well, that was honest sounding. If I asked what your deep, devious plan was, would you tell me?" Faith started walking, almost as if she expected him to walk with her. "What do you really want, David?"
He chuckled, and on a barely understood impulse, he told her. "I want revenge on the people who took my family from me, I want to be able to sleep without feeling them die, to wake up and know that I'm not alone. To have you with me."
"Nobody wants to go through life alone." Her whisper was low, almost impossible to hear, but her fingers slipped into his, gently touching, the tips laced between the tips of his.
David smiled, hoping for the best. Hoping for Faith.
end Darkened Faith 5: Desires.
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 5:
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the movie Lost Boys.
distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, TNL. anyone else ask.
note: rather AU-ish for Faith. No big needed in Sunnydale Crisis, no big needed in LA crisis. Post Lost Boys the Movie.
David leaned back on the bed, hands behind his head. Faith was gradually coming around. He could tell from the looks in her eyes, the way she would look at him now with puzzlement and confusion instead of distrust and the barely restrained urge to stake. Granted, it didn't put her here with him in this nice bed, but it was definitely progress towards that. Towards having Faith.
She was everything that he'd ever hoped for in a lover - attractive, resourceful, flexible, passionate... The elements of danger and knowledge only added to her appeal. He could tell that she'd had experiences in life, with sex, with violence... had she ever combined them? Nothing wrong with a little pain between consenting adults, after all...
All he had to do was lure her away from her sacred - no, let's call that grand destiny, away from however much sense of ingrained duty and responsibility that she had, away from whatever other motivations she had to slay. Convince her to turn her back on the only thing in her life that held a deeper meaning.
It might take a while.
He would just have to ease the transition a little. Make certain that he'd come to matter first. At least she didn't seem to have a Watcher there, lurking, reinforcing the whole Slayer thing, warning her away from him. No Watcher, no boyfriend or even a girlfriend for that matter, no close friends at all, really. There was no beloved job holding her here. If he became important to her, maybe he could start shifting the balance in her mind, seduce her away from Slaying... Just seducing her at all would be good. But he didn't want to move too fast, it might scare her off, might make her angry. Angry Slayers were violent Slayers.
Maybe he should give her a little present, something to help her think well of him? What to give a Slayer... quite the question. And he just might have an answer. Jumping from the bed, he made his way to a box, pulling forth a pair of throwing knives. They were a silver-steel alloy, with elegant carvings inlaid with pure silver, enhanced with magic to stay sharp, to hold their balance and shape through almost anything. They would be perfect for her.
Carefully, he tucked them into a pocket of his jacket, leaving it draped over a chair. There was still time for a nice shower before he went out to look for Faith. She didn't need to know how much effort went into each 'casual' encounter. And it was always good to be clean and prepared...
Finally prepared, David slipped out into the night, lifting into the air as he set out in search of a quick bite before looking for Faith. She was definitely someone that kept him on his toes, and he didn't want to be distracted by an empty stomach when he not so accidentally bumped into her. Especially since she didn't want to trust him.
After a brief stop to offer his opinion on guys beating up on terrified girls who couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen at the most, David sauntered away. The girl had been petrified, but he'd pretended not to notice her there, cowering and bleeding beside the dumpster, her lips split and one eye nearly swollen shut, her bare arms mottled with the ugly half rainbow of fading bruises. He had other things to worry about. Better things.
"Blondie. Didn't expect you to be here." Faith's voice was... tight, as if she had conflicted emotions warring inside of her.
Smiling as if this were casual, an accidental encounter with a charming girl who didn't contemplate his painful demise, he nodded at her. "Faith. You look good tonight."
"Flatterer." She sounded like she wanted to be annoyed, but her eyes sparkled. "Should I even ask what brings you here?"
"Faith, beautiful, you make it sound like you don't trust me. Couldn't I have just happened to be here?" He teased her gently, knowing that it wasn't coincidence, not really. If he hadn't met her here, it would have been elsewhere.
"Should I trust you?" There was something in her voice, almost entirely hidden. It sounded like a plea for reassurance.
Maybe things wouldn't take quite as long as he'd thought. "In some ways, you can trust me entirely. In others... well, I'd still like you to trust me."
"Well, that was honest sounding. If I asked what your deep, devious plan was, would you tell me?" Faith started walking, almost as if she expected him to walk with her. "What do you really want, David?"
He chuckled, and on a barely understood impulse, he told her. "I want revenge on the people who took my family from me, I want to be able to sleep without feeling them die, to wake up and know that I'm not alone. To have you with me."
"Nobody wants to go through life alone." Her whisper was low, almost impossible to hear, but her fingers slipped into his, gently touching, the tips laced between the tips of his.
David smiled, hoping for the best. Hoping for Faith.
end Darkened Faith 5: Desires.