author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 8: It's a What?
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.
Faith shivered as she walked along the street, headed towards the warehouses. There had been some really messy bodies found there over the past week, and it sounded like the work of some sort of demon. She'd been trying to find and kill whatever was responsible for five days now, without much luck. Oh, she'd killed plenty of vampire minions, tangled with a Fyarl demon, gotten rid of a family of flesh eating ghouls, and almost a dozen nasty little things that looked and acted like rats with scales. And it was still miserably cold.
She could feel a prickling, as if spiders were crawling over something, but it wasn't from her skin. There was a vampire nearby. Glancing around, she spotted the pale hair and familiar leather jacket. "David. What brings you out here?"
"I was looking for you." He shrugged as he walked closer. "So, why do you have a nasty looking axe? Most people settle for pepper spray."
"Yeah, well there's something eating people near the warehouses. It's taking really big chunks out of the bodies, and I didn't think that pepper spray would quite do the trick." Faith smiled at him.
David tilted his head slightly, and asked "When you say big chunks, just how big do you mean? Is this something like a ghoul?"
"Nah, ghouls are pretty close to human size, and the jaws aren't different enough for this. Whatever it is, it's got a bite radius of around nine inches." Faith shivered again, and kept walking. "I already got rid of the ghouls over there anyhow."
"Nine inches? There are things that are supposed to be nine inches, but a bite radius isn't one of them." David sounded startled, but it apparently wasn't quite enough to make him stop flirting.
Looking at him, Faith winked. "Well, it's a little too cold to be checking other things for nine inches. How about we just try to find this nasty demon instead?"
"Oh, so you want to know how big mine is?" David looked smug as he moved closer. "We could always go back to your place after the fight and you could find out..."
"Flirt." She managed not to giggle, although the suggestion did have some appeal. "How about we try to find this thing and kill it? The whole part where you try to lure me off and have your way with me can wait."
"Would it work?" David purred.
Faith sucked in a breath of air, feeling the cold sting all the way into her lungs. Her mind was filled with vivid imaginings of all the ways that could turn out, some with rather ugly ends. "Let's just wait and see later."
"That actually sounds promising, Faith." David was definitely flirting. "Someone might get the idea that you find me attractive if you keep it up."
"We both know that you look damn sexy. That's never been the problem." Faith stopped, certain that she'd heard something that wasn't quite right. "Shhh."
There was a faint sound again, something that sounded almost wet and floppy. There was a funny smell, like swamp slime, and a rumbly noise that wasn't quite like an alligator. Faith had the sinking feeling that they'd found the demon.
"Let me guess, we want to go closer and find out what it is?" David's whisper was right in her ear, and made Faith shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the air temperature.
"Got it in one, fang." Faith tried to feel confident, her hand gripping the axe as she moved towards the sound.
Faith edged around the alley corner, her eyes scanning for anything that could be the demon. The probably slime covered man eating demon. There was a shadow moving, and Faith focused on it, her senses screaming that there was something dangerous. The slime smell was stronger, and she found herself remembering her trip through Georgia and the marshes.
There was that rumbly roar again, and the shadow moved, resembling a taller sort of alligator. The shadow lurched towards them, showing a tongue flicking in the air. Faith swallowed as she remembered that a lot of amphibians and reptiles could taste scents with their tongues, meaning that the thing probably knew they were there.
Lurching into view was what could best be described as a giant newt, covered with slime and glaring at them with reddish eyes. It waddled closer before suddenly lunging, jaws snapping shut just below her feet as David grabbed her and went straight up.
Faith grabbed his arm, pressing closer to him as she stared at the newt monster. "It's a newt... there's a gigantic newt. That sounds so much like a bad movie... And thanks for the lift up."
"So, how are we supposed to kill a giant man eating newt?" David's voice was a nice rumble behind her.
"It's a B-movie monster, where are the big guns? Or a bomb, you have to have explosions in the bad movies." Faith shook her head, still trying to figure out just how they'd ended up with a giant newt at all. "I wonder if we should check into local science labs..."
"I can get us a couple guns." David purred, his nose brushing at her ear. "So, do we have a plan?"
For a moment, Faith's mind was so caught up in the fact that there was a vampire with his mouth right by her neck that she couldn't answer him. "Guns... right. We get some guns, we shoot the newt, and then... hot cider."
David's chuckle convinced Faith that he knew exactly what he'd done to her, how distracted she was. "Let's go get some guns then. We have a newt to kill."
It actually didn't take much more than that. He landed outside a little building, and they made their way to a small door at the back. A few murmured words combined with a flash of money at one point and fangs at another resulted in some of the money staying and the pair of them walking away with some nice looking guns. Probably very illegal guns, not that Faith was that worried.
"I'm a bit surprised that it was just that easy. These aren't your basic handguns, theses are... They almost look military." Faith's murmur was half uneasy and half appreciative as she ran hand over the smooth metal.
David snickered a little. "I know people who don't like people. There's always been profit from killing, and it's wise to keep an eye on who the key figures are. When they move, things happen."
"As long as one of the things happening is one overgrown newt getting killed, I'm not going to worry right now." Faith sighed, wondering if she could find a safe balance. Being a lone Slayer was very dangerous, she didn't have enough research materials or weaponry. If she could make a few connections to fix even part of that... Well, it might depend on the price, but it was definitely worth thinking about. After the newt.
David muttered something about chasing danger as they took once more to the air. He whispered into her ear "Are you sure we need to chase that thing down?"
"Positive." Faith murmured back, feeling her body fit so comfortably against David's. She was absolutely certain that he could distract her from the giant newt if given a chance. But she had a duty, a destiny. She couldn't let that go again, it would be a failing of herself and her second chance.
"It's right down there." David's words came as they landed on a fire escape.
The giant newt was on the alley floor, and as they landed it snapped at a movement. One of those large scaled rats vanished into the jaws with a crunching noise. Slime glistened in the faint light, and the eyes looked like huge embers.
Watching the huge newt swallow the morsel, Faith shuddered. "It has to die."
"Right, let do it then." David grinned as he leapt into the air, hovering in the front of the alley, a good twenty feet in the air. It was a position that should enable them to catch it in the crossfire.
They both fired on the newt monster, sending streams of bullets into the slime-covered body. It jerked, looking around to find the source of the attack, and roared ferociously. The bright red eyes found Faith, and it began to charge, waddling at an astonishing speed towards her. Faith couldn't possibly miss, and sent bullets into those big eyes, down the gaping mouth. It still came towards her, and upwards, the weight making the metal of the fire escape groan and squeal in protest.
It was moving very slowly now, blood oozing from what looked like at least dozens if not hundreds of bullet holes, but it still bit at her arm. She couldn't quite pull away entirely, and it's teeth raked down the side of her arm. She brought the gun down on it's skull like a club, beating at it until the head began to have dents and then something was pulling it away. The now dead newt fell to the alley with a squishy thud, and it was only then that Faith realized that David had grabbed its tail and tried to pull it away.
"It's dead. Hooray." Faith was dimly aware that her words sounded flat, but her head was spinning and she felt so cold. "Maybe I should take a rain check for that cider…"
Faith blinked, feeling as if the air was suddenly too thick, and almost warm around her. She'd been injured often enough to know that was a very bad sign. She had just enough time to hope that she might actually be able to trust David a little bit before everything went black.
End Darkened Faith 8: It's a What?
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 8: It's a What?
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.
Faith shivered as she walked along the street, headed towards the warehouses. There had been some really messy bodies found there over the past week, and it sounded like the work of some sort of demon. She'd been trying to find and kill whatever was responsible for five days now, without much luck. Oh, she'd killed plenty of vampire minions, tangled with a Fyarl demon, gotten rid of a family of flesh eating ghouls, and almost a dozen nasty little things that looked and acted like rats with scales. And it was still miserably cold.
She could feel a prickling, as if spiders were crawling over something, but it wasn't from her skin. There was a vampire nearby. Glancing around, she spotted the pale hair and familiar leather jacket. "David. What brings you out here?"
"I was looking for you." He shrugged as he walked closer. "So, why do you have a nasty looking axe? Most people settle for pepper spray."
"Yeah, well there's something eating people near the warehouses. It's taking really big chunks out of the bodies, and I didn't think that pepper spray would quite do the trick." Faith smiled at him.
David tilted his head slightly, and asked "When you say big chunks, just how big do you mean? Is this something like a ghoul?"
"Nah, ghouls are pretty close to human size, and the jaws aren't different enough for this. Whatever it is, it's got a bite radius of around nine inches." Faith shivered again, and kept walking. "I already got rid of the ghouls over there anyhow."
"Nine inches? There are things that are supposed to be nine inches, but a bite radius isn't one of them." David sounded startled, but it apparently wasn't quite enough to make him stop flirting.
Looking at him, Faith winked. "Well, it's a little too cold to be checking other things for nine inches. How about we just try to find this nasty demon instead?"
"Oh, so you want to know how big mine is?" David looked smug as he moved closer. "We could always go back to your place after the fight and you could find out..."
"Flirt." She managed not to giggle, although the suggestion did have some appeal. "How about we try to find this thing and kill it? The whole part where you try to lure me off and have your way with me can wait."
"Would it work?" David purred.
Faith sucked in a breath of air, feeling the cold sting all the way into her lungs. Her mind was filled with vivid imaginings of all the ways that could turn out, some with rather ugly ends. "Let's just wait and see later."
"That actually sounds promising, Faith." David was definitely flirting. "Someone might get the idea that you find me attractive if you keep it up."
"We both know that you look damn sexy. That's never been the problem." Faith stopped, certain that she'd heard something that wasn't quite right. "Shhh."
There was a faint sound again, something that sounded almost wet and floppy. There was a funny smell, like swamp slime, and a rumbly noise that wasn't quite like an alligator. Faith had the sinking feeling that they'd found the demon.
"Let me guess, we want to go closer and find out what it is?" David's whisper was right in her ear, and made Faith shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the air temperature.
"Got it in one, fang." Faith tried to feel confident, her hand gripping the axe as she moved towards the sound.
Faith edged around the alley corner, her eyes scanning for anything that could be the demon. The probably slime covered man eating demon. There was a shadow moving, and Faith focused on it, her senses screaming that there was something dangerous. The slime smell was stronger, and she found herself remembering her trip through Georgia and the marshes.
There was that rumbly roar again, and the shadow moved, resembling a taller sort of alligator. The shadow lurched towards them, showing a tongue flicking in the air. Faith swallowed as she remembered that a lot of amphibians and reptiles could taste scents with their tongues, meaning that the thing probably knew they were there.
Lurching into view was what could best be described as a giant newt, covered with slime and glaring at them with reddish eyes. It waddled closer before suddenly lunging, jaws snapping shut just below her feet as David grabbed her and went straight up.
Faith grabbed his arm, pressing closer to him as she stared at the newt monster. "It's a newt... there's a gigantic newt. That sounds so much like a bad movie... And thanks for the lift up."
"So, how are we supposed to kill a giant man eating newt?" David's voice was a nice rumble behind her.
"It's a B-movie monster, where are the big guns? Or a bomb, you have to have explosions in the bad movies." Faith shook her head, still trying to figure out just how they'd ended up with a giant newt at all. "I wonder if we should check into local science labs..."
"I can get us a couple guns." David purred, his nose brushing at her ear. "So, do we have a plan?"
For a moment, Faith's mind was so caught up in the fact that there was a vampire with his mouth right by her neck that she couldn't answer him. "Guns... right. We get some guns, we shoot the newt, and then... hot cider."
David's chuckle convinced Faith that he knew exactly what he'd done to her, how distracted she was. "Let's go get some guns then. We have a newt to kill."
It actually didn't take much more than that. He landed outside a little building, and they made their way to a small door at the back. A few murmured words combined with a flash of money at one point and fangs at another resulted in some of the money staying and the pair of them walking away with some nice looking guns. Probably very illegal guns, not that Faith was that worried.
"I'm a bit surprised that it was just that easy. These aren't your basic handguns, theses are... They almost look military." Faith's murmur was half uneasy and half appreciative as she ran hand over the smooth metal.
David snickered a little. "I know people who don't like people. There's always been profit from killing, and it's wise to keep an eye on who the key figures are. When they move, things happen."
"As long as one of the things happening is one overgrown newt getting killed, I'm not going to worry right now." Faith sighed, wondering if she could find a safe balance. Being a lone Slayer was very dangerous, she didn't have enough research materials or weaponry. If she could make a few connections to fix even part of that... Well, it might depend on the price, but it was definitely worth thinking about. After the newt.
David muttered something about chasing danger as they took once more to the air. He whispered into her ear "Are you sure we need to chase that thing down?"
"Positive." Faith murmured back, feeling her body fit so comfortably against David's. She was absolutely certain that he could distract her from the giant newt if given a chance. But she had a duty, a destiny. She couldn't let that go again, it would be a failing of herself and her second chance.
"It's right down there." David's words came as they landed on a fire escape.
The giant newt was on the alley floor, and as they landed it snapped at a movement. One of those large scaled rats vanished into the jaws with a crunching noise. Slime glistened in the faint light, and the eyes looked like huge embers.
Watching the huge newt swallow the morsel, Faith shuddered. "It has to die."
"Right, let do it then." David grinned as he leapt into the air, hovering in the front of the alley, a good twenty feet in the air. It was a position that should enable them to catch it in the crossfire.
They both fired on the newt monster, sending streams of bullets into the slime-covered body. It jerked, looking around to find the source of the attack, and roared ferociously. The bright red eyes found Faith, and it began to charge, waddling at an astonishing speed towards her. Faith couldn't possibly miss, and sent bullets into those big eyes, down the gaping mouth. It still came towards her, and upwards, the weight making the metal of the fire escape groan and squeal in protest.
It was moving very slowly now, blood oozing from what looked like at least dozens if not hundreds of bullet holes, but it still bit at her arm. She couldn't quite pull away entirely, and it's teeth raked down the side of her arm. She brought the gun down on it's skull like a club, beating at it until the head began to have dents and then something was pulling it away. The now dead newt fell to the alley with a squishy thud, and it was only then that Faith realized that David had grabbed its tail and tried to pull it away.
"It's dead. Hooray." Faith was dimly aware that her words sounded flat, but her head was spinning and she felt so cold. "Maybe I should take a rain check for that cider…"
Faith blinked, feeling as if the air was suddenly too thick, and almost warm around her. She'd been injured often enough to know that was a very bad sign. She had just enough time to hope that she might actually be able to trust David a little bit before everything went black.
End Darkened Faith 8: It's a What?