Two Slayers (3A/?)
"But you're coming to the party tonight right?"
Giles sighed at Faith's whining. "Faith, I hardly think that a 45 year old respected businessman should be going to a frat -."
"Who says you're respected?"
He chose to ignore Kendra's smart-alec remark. A year ago, before Faith had smashed into their lives, the girl wouldn't have been so infernally cheeky. But then it was an improvement to her just sitting in the corner only coming out of her shell when Xander spoke to her. But only just. "Faith-."
"Oh come on G," the transplanted Bostonian wheedled. "You're bringing Tara after you close up anyhow. You might as well come in, it'll be fun, just for some drinky poos?"
"Drinky poos?" Faith had been watching rather too many old movies. Realising his two adoptive daughters weren't going to give in, he nodded. "Very well."
"Wicked!" Faith put her fingers to her mouth whistled. "Tar!" The Wicca hurried out of the stock room, a quizzical expression on her face. "I've got you a date!" the brunette winked at him. "G!"
"FAITH!" the Bostonian giggled before running off, her sister following her. "I swear one day I'll kill her." A smile on his face he turned to Tara. "And what pray tell will you will be wearing tonight?"
"What are you wearing tonight Cordelia?" Kendra asked.
"Wonder Woman," the cheerleader held up her flimsy costume.
"Fuck C," Faith's eyes widened. "That little spandex you're going to have the guys panting for you."
The cheerleader showed off her million-dollar smile. "That's the general idea. What are you two wearing?"
Faith held up her outfit of cavalry cap, buckskin shorts, and denim shirt. "Calamity Jane, Johnny's going as Wild Bill."
Kendra held up her outfit, her cheeks reddening at her outfit's scantiness. "I'm going to as a cave-girl-."
Suddenly her sister snatched her costume out of her hand. "Wow! Xman," she lunged at her outfit only for her fellow Slayer to throw her costume to Cordelia, "is going to be a lucky boy tonight! Everything's gonna be hanging out!"
"FAITH!"
"It looks great doesn't it?" Edward looked around the fraternity house with satisfaction. A couple of their frat's medical students had stolen skeletons to hang by the window, a cauldron filled with punch stood on the table beside the nibbles, chainsaws stood in each corner, and spiders and bats hung from the ceiling. But best of all was the authentic-looking pentagram in the centre of the floor.
"Ow! Damn it!" Edward glanced across at Chaz to see blood dripping from his fellow frat member's palm onto the floor.
Edward's eyes widened. "Be careful," grabbing a rag he hurried over to his friend. "You've got blood on the pentagram!" Suddenly he grinned. He'd been worried the blood would mess up the occult pattern but it looked even more real now.
"Hi Xander," Kendra looked quickly around the campus as her boyfriend and Jonathan hurried towards her, Faith, and Cordelia before glancing shyly at the ground and opening her cape to reveal her leopard skin bikini beneath. "You like my outfit?"
"Ugh, ah, uh."
"I think you've broken him Ken-. Hey!" her sister slapped a drooling Jonathan across the back of the head. "What are you doing looking at my sis like that?"
A chagrined-looking Jonathan began rubbing his head. "You know I only have eyes for you. And why couldn't you wear something like that?"
Faith snorted. "Civic responsibility."
"What?" Everyone turned towards Faith.
The brunette winked. "Didn't want to start a riot."
Tuning out the other couple's bickering, Kendra returned her attention to her boy-friend. "You like my outfit?"she pressed.
"You look great," Xander enthused before kissing her on the forehead. "You like mine?"
Kendra stared curiously at her boyfriend's tuxedo and wrinkled her nose. "It looks very elegant, who are you supposed to be?"
"Why dear," Xander linked arms with her and winked. "I'm 007, licensed to sweep you off your feet."
"Ah Mr. Bond," she giggled. "I'm shaken and stirred."
"Well naturally my dear." Suddenly Xander's eyes narrowed as a bunch of guys dressed in fatigues ran past them, one of the troops nearly knocking Jonathan over. "Hey guys, party's this way!"
"Damn," Forrest commented through his mouthpiece. "Did you see that Chase girl's outfit? Makes a guy wish he was heading the same way she was."
"Keep your mind on operations," Riley ordered as he hefted his assault rifle. But Cordelia had looked good.
"Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell"
"Sounds like this party's really rocking," Xander enthused as he opened the door to the frat house and allowed the others in, smiling slightly at his girl-friend as she walked past. He was the luckiest guy alive. "Damn," he commented as he looked inside, saw the decorations, and watched as shrieking party-goers ran through the house's corridors. "Atmospheric."
Kendra exchanged a worried glance with Faith. There was something wrong here, her Slayer sense was going crazy. "It's not atmosphere," she declared. "Something's wrong, we better get out of here and get Giles."
"Um," Xander broke in. "We've got a problem, the door's disappeared."
"Don't be ridiculous," Kendra's voice trailed off as she looked behind her at her boyfriend to see a blank wall where the frat house door had been.
"Damn it X!" Faith swore. "You moved the door!"
"That's right, blame me!"
"I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No."
Giles smiled to himself as heard the classic sounds of Credence Clearwater Revival blasting out from the frat house. At least they had decent soddin' music, that was something. This truly was going to be hell.
Sighing slightly, he turned to his companion. "Your outfit is most fetching Tara," he complimented.
The girl coloured. "F..Faith chose it."
Giles resisted the urge to groan. He should have guessed that the daring valkyire outfit of horned helmet, steel breastplate with conical breasts, leather mini-skirt, black ankle-length cape wouldn't be Tara's choice, rather one of his daughter's ham-fisted attempts to 'chill Tar out'. She meant well, but as he well knew, Faith could be pushy. "Tara," he admonished softly, "if you're not comfortable you shouldn't let Faith push you around."
Tara looked up at him, a thoughtful expression on the Wicca's face. "Put your foot down you mean?"
He nodded, ah she'd got it. "Precisely."
"Like you do?" Tara's eyes widened innocently. "Faith and Kendra don't have you wrapped round their fingers?"
"That's different," he muttered. And it was, both girls had had so little happiness in their lives, in Faith's case so much actual pain, he wanted to do all he could to somehow make it up to them. That and they were both fated for a short life, his heart rebelled at the thought, he wanted to make their time as joyful as possible.
"S...sure it is," Tara stopped. "Giles!"
His mouth dropped open when he saw a screaming face through one of the windows and then the window disappear. "Bloody hell," he breathed. He looked down at the tool in his arm and lifted it to cut through the wall. It was lucky he'd dressed as Jason from 'The Friday the 13th' movies. "Step back Tara," he instructed.
"But you're coming to the party tonight right?"
Giles sighed at Faith's whining. "Faith, I hardly think that a 45 year old respected businessman should be going to a frat -."
"Who says you're respected?"
He chose to ignore Kendra's smart-alec remark. A year ago, before Faith had smashed into their lives, the girl wouldn't have been so infernally cheeky. But then it was an improvement to her just sitting in the corner only coming out of her shell when Xander spoke to her. But only just. "Faith-."
"Oh come on G," the transplanted Bostonian wheedled. "You're bringing Tara after you close up anyhow. You might as well come in, it'll be fun, just for some drinky poos?"
"Drinky poos?" Faith had been watching rather too many old movies. Realising his two adoptive daughters weren't going to give in, he nodded. "Very well."
"Wicked!" Faith put her fingers to her mouth whistled. "Tar!" The Wicca hurried out of the stock room, a quizzical expression on her face. "I've got you a date!" the brunette winked at him. "G!"
"FAITH!" the Bostonian giggled before running off, her sister following her. "I swear one day I'll kill her." A smile on his face he turned to Tara. "And what pray tell will you will be wearing tonight?"
"What are you wearing tonight Cordelia?" Kendra asked.
"Wonder Woman," the cheerleader held up her flimsy costume.
"Fuck C," Faith's eyes widened. "That little spandex you're going to have the guys panting for you."
The cheerleader showed off her million-dollar smile. "That's the general idea. What are you two wearing?"
Faith held up her outfit of cavalry cap, buckskin shorts, and denim shirt. "Calamity Jane, Johnny's going as Wild Bill."
Kendra held up her outfit, her cheeks reddening at her outfit's scantiness. "I'm going to as a cave-girl-."
Suddenly her sister snatched her costume out of her hand. "Wow! Xman," she lunged at her outfit only for her fellow Slayer to throw her costume to Cordelia, "is going to be a lucky boy tonight! Everything's gonna be hanging out!"
"FAITH!"
"It looks great doesn't it?" Edward looked around the fraternity house with satisfaction. A couple of their frat's medical students had stolen skeletons to hang by the window, a cauldron filled with punch stood on the table beside the nibbles, chainsaws stood in each corner, and spiders and bats hung from the ceiling. But best of all was the authentic-looking pentagram in the centre of the floor.
"Ow! Damn it!" Edward glanced across at Chaz to see blood dripping from his fellow frat member's palm onto the floor.
Edward's eyes widened. "Be careful," grabbing a rag he hurried over to his friend. "You've got blood on the pentagram!" Suddenly he grinned. He'd been worried the blood would mess up the occult pattern but it looked even more real now.
"Hi Xander," Kendra looked quickly around the campus as her boyfriend and Jonathan hurried towards her, Faith, and Cordelia before glancing shyly at the ground and opening her cape to reveal her leopard skin bikini beneath. "You like my outfit?"
"Ugh, ah, uh."
"I think you've broken him Ken-. Hey!" her sister slapped a drooling Jonathan across the back of the head. "What are you doing looking at my sis like that?"
A chagrined-looking Jonathan began rubbing his head. "You know I only have eyes for you. And why couldn't you wear something like that?"
Faith snorted. "Civic responsibility."
"What?" Everyone turned towards Faith.
The brunette winked. "Didn't want to start a riot."
Tuning out the other couple's bickering, Kendra returned her attention to her boy-friend. "You like my outfit?"she pressed.
"You look great," Xander enthused before kissing her on the forehead. "You like mine?"
Kendra stared curiously at her boyfriend's tuxedo and wrinkled her nose. "It looks very elegant, who are you supposed to be?"
"Why dear," Xander linked arms with her and winked. "I'm 007, licensed to sweep you off your feet."
"Ah Mr. Bond," she giggled. "I'm shaken and stirred."
"Well naturally my dear." Suddenly Xander's eyes narrowed as a bunch of guys dressed in fatigues ran past them, one of the troops nearly knocking Jonathan over. "Hey guys, party's this way!"
"Damn," Forrest commented through his mouthpiece. "Did you see that Chase girl's outfit? Makes a guy wish he was heading the same way she was."
"Keep your mind on operations," Riley ordered as he hefted his assault rifle. But Cordelia had looked good.
"Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell"
"Sounds like this party's really rocking," Xander enthused as he opened the door to the frat house and allowed the others in, smiling slightly at his girl-friend as she walked past. He was the luckiest guy alive. "Damn," he commented as he looked inside, saw the decorations, and watched as shrieking party-goers ran through the house's corridors. "Atmospheric."
Kendra exchanged a worried glance with Faith. There was something wrong here, her Slayer sense was going crazy. "It's not atmosphere," she declared. "Something's wrong, we better get out of here and get Giles."
"Um," Xander broke in. "We've got a problem, the door's disappeared."
"Don't be ridiculous," Kendra's voice trailed off as she looked behind her at her boyfriend to see a blank wall where the frat house door had been.
"Damn it X!" Faith swore. "You moved the door!"
"That's right, blame me!"
"I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No."
Giles smiled to himself as heard the classic sounds of Credence Clearwater Revival blasting out from the frat house. At least they had decent soddin' music, that was something. This truly was going to be hell.
Sighing slightly, he turned to his companion. "Your outfit is most fetching Tara," he complimented.
The girl coloured. "F..Faith chose it."
Giles resisted the urge to groan. He should have guessed that the daring valkyire outfit of horned helmet, steel breastplate with conical breasts, leather mini-skirt, black ankle-length cape wouldn't be Tara's choice, rather one of his daughter's ham-fisted attempts to 'chill Tar out'. She meant well, but as he well knew, Faith could be pushy. "Tara," he admonished softly, "if you're not comfortable you shouldn't let Faith push you around."
Tara looked up at him, a thoughtful expression on the Wicca's face. "Put your foot down you mean?"
He nodded, ah she'd got it. "Precisely."
"Like you do?" Tara's eyes widened innocently. "Faith and Kendra don't have you wrapped round their fingers?"
"That's different," he muttered. And it was, both girls had had so little happiness in their lives, in Faith's case so much actual pain, he wanted to do all he could to somehow make it up to them. That and they were both fated for a short life, his heart rebelled at the thought, he wanted to make their time as joyful as possible.
"S...sure it is," Tara stopped. "Giles!"
His mouth dropped open when he saw a screaming face through one of the windows and then the window disappear. "Bloody hell," he breathed. He looked down at the tool in his arm and lifted it to cut through the wall. It was lucky he'd dressed as Jason from 'The Friday the 13th' movies. "Step back Tara," he instructed.