author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 10: No Apologies
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 woke again, her arm still throbbing. She wasn't certain, but it felt like that newt thing had scraped against the bones. Her stomach was twisted into knots, demanding that she eat, except that it wasn't quite sure if she wanted blood or something more solid. Her head still hurt from all the blood loss.
David had changed her, turned her into a half vampire. Started trying to make her like he was. The idea was unsettling, and she wasn't quite sure what to think or do about it. He'd said it was to save her life, and she wanted to believe him. And the bandages on her arm needed changed.
Carefully, she slid out of the bed, and made her way over to the first aid kit that had been left open on a small table. Faith pulled out some gauze pads, wrap, and an antibiotic ointment. Slowly, she picked up the tiny scissors and began to cut the bandage along the uninjured side of her arm, so that she could lift it away with as little pain as possible.
The wound was ugly, and she could still see her bone in several places. The newt monster really had bit down to the bone. But as nasty as it looked, there was no sign yet of infection, and no sign of any other nibbling. David hadn't bit her arm, only the newt. He'd just... tried to help her.
"Let me help you with that, Faith. It's awkward to change your own bandages." David's voice was low, persuasive.
"Yeah, it is a bit awkward." She looked at him for a moment, then back at her arm. She felt guilty now that she'd suspected him of feeding on her injury, but the words wouldn't come out. "It's... damn."
David's hands were gentle as he rubbed the ointment over the wound, and the gauze pads over the surface before wrapping as gently as he could and still have the proper support for the wound. "You're getting stronger, healing. It looks better now."
"I didn't… this isn't something that I wanted." She whispered the words, staring at her now bandaged arm. She could hear David at the little refrigerator. He was pulling out blood for her to drink. The idea caused a mixed reaction – part of her was eager, anticipating the flavor, the feeling of it sliding down her throat, while another part was appalled. She was becoming a vampire.
"I know."
His words were soft, and she could hear him pouring something liquid into a mug, smell the blood in the air. It made her mouth water, and when she licked at her dry lips, she felt the fangs in her mouth. "David…"
"This will help you heal." He handed her a mug filled with blood. "And I know that this isn't what you wanted."
"But you aren't sorry." She couldn't stop the words as they slipped out, even as she took the mug of blood. Closing her eyes, Faith began to drink it, swallowing it down. It was wonderful, it was ambrosia… it was predatory.
"No, I'm not." There was no hesitation in his voice, no apology. "I wanted you with me, not rotting in a grave. Granted, this isn't how I wanted this to happen. I was thinking more along the lines of some hot sex, a bit of passionate nibbling… sweeping you off your feet. Not try to change you or see you die because of some monster."
"Presumptuous of you. How do you know that you could have swept me off my feet?" She smirked a little, privately admitting that his version of how he'd have preferred sounded much better than what had happened.
"I can be persistent and persuasive." He reached out, caressing her cheek with his fingers. "And I wasn't about to give up."
"That's… It sort of verges on being my own personal stalker." Faith looked at him, feeling so confused about this whole mess. The only thing that she was certain of was that she was glad that she wasn't dead, not soon to be rotting in a grave somewhere, as David had put it.
"I knew that I wanted you, and I wasn't about to give up." David shrugged, taking the empty mug from her hand. "Now, do you want something more solid? I can call for Chinese. There's this place that delivers."
"Will this… does it get easier?" Her voice sounded almost broken to her own ears. "This whole blood thing."
"Easier? I guess that depends a bit on you. Your arm will heal, and I'll help you learn to adjust. In time, things won't be so new and unsettling anymore." He let his arm rest around her shoulders. "You won't be alone anymore, Faith."
"Because I'll have you?" She'd intended to be defensive, maybe a bit sarcastic, but it didn't come out like that. She sounded a bit nervous, and hopeful.
"Exactly. You'll have me." David leaned closer, kissing her lips gently, a soft brush of his lips over hers. "And I can try to make everything better. Neither one of us will be alone anymore."
She looked at him, at those blue eyes with the flecks of amber, at his pale skin and soft lips. He was looking at her like she was wonderful, precious and special and to be cherished, and she wasn't used to that at all. The desire in his eyes, that she was used to, but not the tenderness. "Alone is overrated. And Chinese does sound good… how about Mushu pork?"
"Sounds good. I'll make the call." David moved away, headed for a small phone.
Faith watched, feeling oddly colder when he left her side. Maybe she'd been alone for too long. Maybe it was just that he'd been so persistent, so persuasive. Maybe it was some sort of blood thing affecting her mind. But the idea of a future with David was sounding better all the time.
End Darkened Faith 10: No Apologies.
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 10: No Apologies
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 woke again, her arm still throbbing. She wasn't certain, but it felt like that newt thing had scraped against the bones. Her stomach was twisted into knots, demanding that she eat, except that it wasn't quite sure if she wanted blood or something more solid. Her head still hurt from all the blood loss.
David had changed her, turned her into a half vampire. Started trying to make her like he was. The idea was unsettling, and she wasn't quite sure what to think or do about it. He'd said it was to save her life, and she wanted to believe him. And the bandages on her arm needed changed.
Carefully, she slid out of the bed, and made her way over to the first aid kit that had been left open on a small table. Faith pulled out some gauze pads, wrap, and an antibiotic ointment. Slowly, she picked up the tiny scissors and began to cut the bandage along the uninjured side of her arm, so that she could lift it away with as little pain as possible.
The wound was ugly, and she could still see her bone in several places. The newt monster really had bit down to the bone. But as nasty as it looked, there was no sign yet of infection, and no sign of any other nibbling. David hadn't bit her arm, only the newt. He'd just... tried to help her.
"Let me help you with that, Faith. It's awkward to change your own bandages." David's voice was low, persuasive.
"Yeah, it is a bit awkward." She looked at him for a moment, then back at her arm. She felt guilty now that she'd suspected him of feeding on her injury, but the words wouldn't come out. "It's... damn."
David's hands were gentle as he rubbed the ointment over the wound, and the gauze pads over the surface before wrapping as gently as he could and still have the proper support for the wound. "You're getting stronger, healing. It looks better now."
"I didn't… this isn't something that I wanted." She whispered the words, staring at her now bandaged arm. She could hear David at the little refrigerator. He was pulling out blood for her to drink. The idea caused a mixed reaction – part of her was eager, anticipating the flavor, the feeling of it sliding down her throat, while another part was appalled. She was becoming a vampire.
"I know."
His words were soft, and she could hear him pouring something liquid into a mug, smell the blood in the air. It made her mouth water, and when she licked at her dry lips, she felt the fangs in her mouth. "David…"
"This will help you heal." He handed her a mug filled with blood. "And I know that this isn't what you wanted."
"But you aren't sorry." She couldn't stop the words as they slipped out, even as she took the mug of blood. Closing her eyes, Faith began to drink it, swallowing it down. It was wonderful, it was ambrosia… it was predatory.
"No, I'm not." There was no hesitation in his voice, no apology. "I wanted you with me, not rotting in a grave. Granted, this isn't how I wanted this to happen. I was thinking more along the lines of some hot sex, a bit of passionate nibbling… sweeping you off your feet. Not try to change you or see you die because of some monster."
"Presumptuous of you. How do you know that you could have swept me off my feet?" She smirked a little, privately admitting that his version of how he'd have preferred sounded much better than what had happened.
"I can be persistent and persuasive." He reached out, caressing her cheek with his fingers. "And I wasn't about to give up."
"That's… It sort of verges on being my own personal stalker." Faith looked at him, feeling so confused about this whole mess. The only thing that she was certain of was that she was glad that she wasn't dead, not soon to be rotting in a grave somewhere, as David had put it.
"I knew that I wanted you, and I wasn't about to give up." David shrugged, taking the empty mug from her hand. "Now, do you want something more solid? I can call for Chinese. There's this place that delivers."
"Will this… does it get easier?" Her voice sounded almost broken to her own ears. "This whole blood thing."
"Easier? I guess that depends a bit on you. Your arm will heal, and I'll help you learn to adjust. In time, things won't be so new and unsettling anymore." He let his arm rest around her shoulders. "You won't be alone anymore, Faith."
"Because I'll have you?" She'd intended to be defensive, maybe a bit sarcastic, but it didn't come out like that. She sounded a bit nervous, and hopeful.
"Exactly. You'll have me." David leaned closer, kissing her lips gently, a soft brush of his lips over hers. "And I can try to make everything better. Neither one of us will be alone anymore."
She looked at him, at those blue eyes with the flecks of amber, at his pale skin and soft lips. He was looking at her like she was wonderful, precious and special and to be cherished, and she wasn't used to that at all. The desire in his eyes, that she was used to, but not the tenderness. "Alone is overrated. And Chinese does sound good… how about Mushu pork?"
"Sounds good. I'll make the call." David moved away, headed for a small phone.
Faith watched, feeling oddly colder when he left her side. Maybe she'd been alone for too long. Maybe it was just that he'd been so persistent, so persuasive. Maybe it was some sort of blood thing affecting her mind. But the idea of a future with David was sounding better all the time.
End Darkened Faith 10: No Apologies.