Title: Malicious Beauty: Part Two

Author: Elizabeth.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: The return of Faith brings back old memories. Ones that the holier-than-thou golden girl, is trying to forget. Then again, she's also trying to remember why she never had one 'memory' removed.

Contact: Yahoo! - RedemptionBoundSlayer. (With underscores between Redemption and Bound, then between Bound and Slayer. Stupid edit-thingy.)

Disclaimer: Wish I owned Buffy and all the characters related. If I did, I'd have enough money to hire someone to clone Sarah Michelle Gellar and let the true shippers have peace once and for all with the entire saga. But, I don't. I'm just a poor girl with the obsession of writing. Also, I do not own the lyrics to the song. Everything is copyrighted to the respected owners.

Note: Everything in bold are lyrics. In italic are thoughts. Also, Buffy has died three times in all her awareness. If you need me to list them, I will. The first time was in the episode Nightmares. She was turned into a vampire. In order to become one, you need to die first. Thanks to my bestfriend Stu, for reminding me. Anyhow, you know the rest. Prophecy Girl and then The Gift. It doesn't count in dying, unless Buffy remembers it, which she doesn't in the episode Doppelgängland. With that said, enjoy and review.

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It's just a simple line. I can still hear it all of the time. If I can just hold on tonight I'll know that nothing, nothing survives.

My dreams are a constant reminder of everything I've ever lost.

From the start and to the finish.

Nearly going to be four times over, that is my finish, of course. I was meant to be done with this world a long time ago. No Slayer is ever to live passed their twenty fifth birthday. No less come back from the dead.

I've done so thrice.

Okay, maybe four times. It all depends with how far I was gone after Warren's actions. Not sure on that case. It's for the medical staff at Sunnydale General to determine. It all doesn't matter to me. Why?

Because, I've been dead for a long time.

Funny that somehow, I keep dying a little bit more, each night.

But lately, I've felt, alive. Just for the past few nights. I don't want to think of it being because Faith's here. Too much damage done by her, to feel almost safe around her.

But, I think I do.

I hadn't felt this way since... well, since she left to Los Angeles, years back. Even when she was in that coma, and believe me when I say it wasn't a long enough one, there was always a sense of security for me. That warm feeling of knowing where a said thing was. Not feeling like I had misplaced something so important to me. That's a laugh, though, huh?

Faith giving me the warm fuzzies?

Not likely. More like the gut wrenchies.

Nothing survives.

Yet, even now, there's something different about her. I can't help but wonder if she's really changed, or if going to jail was just another ride? Because she knew something nobody else did; that eventually, she would be out of that place.

No. Intuition and Faith don't mesh well together. Sort of like Faith and morals. She's not big on those things.

But here I am, my eyes closed, and all thoughts leading to her. I can't help it. She always gets me on edge. She has to know what she does to me. Has to know that she makes my eye twitch. - Along with other parts, which I won't say because it's just; wrong.

So wrong.

Isn't it?

"Mmhmm."

I mean, it's Faith. Ugh! I'm not supposed to be thinking about her, in any sense, but here I am, just yammering away inside my little head about the dark haired beauty. Can't help it. The moment I had rolled over, feigning sleep all the more, and my thighs rubbed together, over that one sure fire spot, I was immediately thrown into Faithverse. Constant thoughts flickering in and out about her. About how I could have saved her. How I could have forgiven her.

Even if I did almost always.

Until I had it and not only had Faith snapped, but a apart of me had snapped.

I think I'm turned around. I'm looking up, not looking down. And when I'm standing still, watching you run, watching you fall.

There it is again. The sensation of being safe. Of being; loved? No. The only ones to love me are my friends and Dawn. Not these little girls that were thrown into this when they shouldn't have been. I doubt Faith even knows what it's like to be loved. She just knows what it's meant to be an animal. That's what she did that night. The night she'd switched bodies on us.

She claimed me like no one else had ever done and I... I hate her for it. Sure, I could get it removed, but I don't exactly have the kinda dough to go spending on a tattoo removal. Besides, after oh-say, apocalypse number gazillion and one, we'll see if I can even walk again.

Someone's watching me. That's what that feeling is. I want to open my eyes, but I can't. I know, sounds silly, but I'm sorta feeling... warm inside. Feeling relaxed. Nobody else is in the room, besides whoever that is. Never once in a million years would I be doing this. Rolling onto my back on my mothers bed, legs spreading slowly. Fingers already between my thighs. But they don't go where expected. No. They go right to the name.

Fall into me.

HER name.

A finger traces over the well scripted F.

It's then that I know who's watching me. Eyes shut tight all the more, trying to ride out the initial pleasure I've never gotten like this before in touching the name. It's almost orgasm worthy. I can feel it already. My body going from warm to hot in seconds flat. My lips moving slowly to breathe out the one thing I wish I hadn't said.

"Faith."

I couldn't control it. The name rolled off my tongue. The first time it was ever said in a soft moan. Eyes that had been shut tight, flew open and I did what I know how to do best; defend. I'm sitting up, pulling away from her. This time, "Faith." is said in a hiss. Venom lacing every single goddamn syllable so she still knows how much I... I hate her.

Am I making something worthwhile out of this place? Am I making something worthwhile out of this chase?

But, I don't. I hadn't hated her even after I discovered the tattoo. The only times I ever hated her was when she hurt Angel, and then when I had no choice but to kill her. But, yeah, we all see how well that worked out. NOT! But maybe it was all for the better. For this. To have another Slayer around. To once again feel the bond that even being enemies couldn't break. To know what it's like to have insanely mixed feelings about everything.

'Cos yup, that's Faith. Leave it to her to make everything and anything complicated. Mostly; myself.

But she isn't biting the bait. She's just staring at me, almost, predatorily. It's then that I realize the door is shut and my heartbeat increases. Blood isn't flowing the way it should be. I'm getting dizzy just looking at her, and I try to talk. No use. She's just; breathtaking. But somehow, I manage to speak.

"Get off."

Damnit! Stupid, stupid brain! My brain isn't working. But my eyes are, and I can see a chesire like grin spread across her hard features. She knew what I meant, and would rather take advantage of what I said. Even when I fix my statement to,

"I mean get out."

And I point to the door, but she decides before she might get off, she gets on.

On the bed!

Crawling to me closer, and I can't help but let her.

-To be continued once again from Faith's POV. Want more? Give me feedback. Please?