author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 7: Protecting His Interests
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 was still in a fairly good mood, despite the recent cold snap. He'd managed to accidentally on purpose find Faith on patrol twice during the absurdly cold weather, both times convincing her to stop for a cup or two of something hot to drink with him. Hot drinks and idle conversation... For a mortal, it wouldn't have seemed like much. But considering the truth., it was good progress. It wasn't that they'd smiled at each other, it was that when he'd asked her to stop with him for something hot to drink, she hadn't glared at him suspiciously, hadn't looked as if she was contemplating staking him. It wasn't that they'd talked about deep, inner secrets, but that she'd talked to him and seemed comfortable, content. Granted that part of that could have been for the warmth of the building, but at least part of it had to be Faith getting used to his company.
Things were moving nicely. Faith didn't automatically look at him in suspicion. She didn't ask him if he'd killed anyone lately. She hadn't tried to hit him when he'd given her a little kiss either. Maybe she did look a bit startled, and not entirely happy, but she wasn't entirely against the idea. He was wearing her down, chipping away at her resistance and distrust. Soon, he would be able to have her with him, to have her for his very own.
Faith should be patrolling in this area about now. He lifted himself into the air, wanting to watch for a while without her seeing him. Faith sauntered along the street, with the sort of hunched shoulders that said she was feeling cold, and the light steps that said she was out hunting.
A man in a long coat and a green scarf appeared to be following her.
David felt a low growl in his chest, and his teeth itched at the very thought of someone else stalking his Faith. Just to be sure, he watched, keeping more of his attention on the man in the coat than Faith. Could he just be some guy who happened to be heading the same direction?
After six blocks and two turns, any possibility of coincidence was crushed. A couple blocks could have been chance, but not that much, not into an increasingly unwelcoming area of the city. But who was the man, and what did he want? Silently, David dropped down behind the man, reaching out to grab him, one hand carefully over his mouth. He leapt upwards, dragging the man into the sky, where Faith wouldn't be able to see what was going on.
They were much to height in the air for anyone to hear if he screamed when he took his hand off the man's mouth. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"Jacob Daniels." There was a very faint tremor in the man's voice, and the hand that had moments before been trying to pry David's hand off were now clinging to them. "I was... I'm a detective."
"Who do you work for?" He could think of quite a few possibilities, and none of them sounded very encouraging. The simple fact that while the man was afraid, he wasn't utterly panicked narrowed that a bit.
"A private organization. You probably wouldn't have heard of it." Jacob stopped, apparently intending not to say any more. When David squeezed a little, and tilted the angle forward a bit, giving him an excellent view of the ground, there was a small noise, and he continued. "They call themselves the Council of Watchers."
This time, the growl was loud enough for Jacob to hear. "I've heard of them. Just so you understand, this isn't personal. Not against you, anyhow, but Faith's mine."
The protesting noise dissolved into a pained gasp as David sank his fangs into the man's neck, dropping the long green scarf to fall fluttering to the ground. Jacob Daniels wouldn't need it anymore, or anything else.
After taking a bit of time to drop the body, he went back to search for Faith. To his dismay and concern, she was fighting a trio of some sort of large blue-black demons, with scales over their bodies, clad only in blue jeans. He dropped into the fight with a roar, not wanting Faith to be killed by these things. Soon, his focus had narrowed to punches, kicks and blocks. An opportunity opened, and he twisted the head of one of them, smiling as the vertebra snapped and the demon fell to the ground twitching.
"Nice timing." Faith sounded a little out of breath, and clouds seemed to wreath her with every loud breath. "Lucky for me that you happened to be in the area."
"I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, Faith." He grinned, admiring the way the fight had left her cheeks all pink and flushed. "I'm still trying to convince you to be my girl."
"So, this was all about keeping me here to flirt with?" She was smirking at him, wiping her knife clean with a scrap of cloth. "Isn't that a bit much to go through just to see a pretty face?"
"You're a lot more than just a pretty face, Faith." He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, allowing his fingers to trail over her pulse. "I want you to be safe. Hell, maybe I should just say that I want you, and leave it at that?"
"Blunt of you." She frowned, rubbing at a spot on the blade of her knife before tucking it away under her coat. "Feel like having some coffee? There's this... Well, actually, there's nothing good right around here, but there's a Starbucks about twelve blocks that way."
This was going better than he'd hoped. Not only had she accepted his invitations for coffee earlier in the week, but now she was asking him to go with her. Slowly, his smile spread over his face, and he moved closer, reaching out to lace his fingers through hers. "Sounds great."
End Darkened Faith 7: Protecting His Interests.
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 7: Protecting His Interests
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 was still in a fairly good mood, despite the recent cold snap. He'd managed to accidentally on purpose find Faith on patrol twice during the absurdly cold weather, both times convincing her to stop for a cup or two of something hot to drink with him. Hot drinks and idle conversation... For a mortal, it wouldn't have seemed like much. But considering the truth., it was good progress. It wasn't that they'd smiled at each other, it was that when he'd asked her to stop with him for something hot to drink, she hadn't glared at him suspiciously, hadn't looked as if she was contemplating staking him. It wasn't that they'd talked about deep, inner secrets, but that she'd talked to him and seemed comfortable, content. Granted that part of that could have been for the warmth of the building, but at least part of it had to be Faith getting used to his company.
Things were moving nicely. Faith didn't automatically look at him in suspicion. She didn't ask him if he'd killed anyone lately. She hadn't tried to hit him when he'd given her a little kiss either. Maybe she did look a bit startled, and not entirely happy, but she wasn't entirely against the idea. He was wearing her down, chipping away at her resistance and distrust. Soon, he would be able to have her with him, to have her for his very own.
Faith should be patrolling in this area about now. He lifted himself into the air, wanting to watch for a while without her seeing him. Faith sauntered along the street, with the sort of hunched shoulders that said she was feeling cold, and the light steps that said she was out hunting.
A man in a long coat and a green scarf appeared to be following her.
David felt a low growl in his chest, and his teeth itched at the very thought of someone else stalking his Faith. Just to be sure, he watched, keeping more of his attention on the man in the coat than Faith. Could he just be some guy who happened to be heading the same direction?
After six blocks and two turns, any possibility of coincidence was crushed. A couple blocks could have been chance, but not that much, not into an increasingly unwelcoming area of the city. But who was the man, and what did he want? Silently, David dropped down behind the man, reaching out to grab him, one hand carefully over his mouth. He leapt upwards, dragging the man into the sky, where Faith wouldn't be able to see what was going on.
They were much to height in the air for anyone to hear if he screamed when he took his hand off the man's mouth. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"Jacob Daniels." There was a very faint tremor in the man's voice, and the hand that had moments before been trying to pry David's hand off were now clinging to them. "I was... I'm a detective."
"Who do you work for?" He could think of quite a few possibilities, and none of them sounded very encouraging. The simple fact that while the man was afraid, he wasn't utterly panicked narrowed that a bit.
"A private organization. You probably wouldn't have heard of it." Jacob stopped, apparently intending not to say any more. When David squeezed a little, and tilted the angle forward a bit, giving him an excellent view of the ground, there was a small noise, and he continued. "They call themselves the Council of Watchers."
This time, the growl was loud enough for Jacob to hear. "I've heard of them. Just so you understand, this isn't personal. Not against you, anyhow, but Faith's mine."
The protesting noise dissolved into a pained gasp as David sank his fangs into the man's neck, dropping the long green scarf to fall fluttering to the ground. Jacob Daniels wouldn't need it anymore, or anything else.
After taking a bit of time to drop the body, he went back to search for Faith. To his dismay and concern, she was fighting a trio of some sort of large blue-black demons, with scales over their bodies, clad only in blue jeans. He dropped into the fight with a roar, not wanting Faith to be killed by these things. Soon, his focus had narrowed to punches, kicks and blocks. An opportunity opened, and he twisted the head of one of them, smiling as the vertebra snapped and the demon fell to the ground twitching.
"Nice timing." Faith sounded a little out of breath, and clouds seemed to wreath her with every loud breath. "Lucky for me that you happened to be in the area."
"I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, Faith." He grinned, admiring the way the fight had left her cheeks all pink and flushed. "I'm still trying to convince you to be my girl."
"So, this was all about keeping me here to flirt with?" She was smirking at him, wiping her knife clean with a scrap of cloth. "Isn't that a bit much to go through just to see a pretty face?"
"You're a lot more than just a pretty face, Faith." He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, allowing his fingers to trail over her pulse. "I want you to be safe. Hell, maybe I should just say that I want you, and leave it at that?"
"Blunt of you." She frowned, rubbing at a spot on the blade of her knife before tucking it away under her coat. "Feel like having some coffee? There's this... Well, actually, there's nothing good right around here, but there's a Starbucks about twelve blocks that way."
This was going better than he'd hoped. Not only had she accepted his invitations for coffee earlier in the week, but now she was asking him to go with her. Slowly, his smile spread over his face, and he moved closer, reaching out to lace his fingers through hers. "Sounds great."
End Darkened Faith 7: Protecting His Interests.