Disclaim to Fame: S'not mine. Faith isn't.. This whole idea of the seventh season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer isn't mine. But all after it, could be…
Summary: After the battle of Season seven, and after Buffy's death, Faith can only feel remorse.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Not much..
I remember just exactly how the scythe B tossed me seemed to just exalt my power. It gathered every bit of energy I think I had and threw it into one powerful blow. I purposefully kept my eyes off Buffy's bleeding body just a few feet away from me.
She was hurt, yea. But there wasn't anything I could do now. I had the weapon. I had the power.
'She doesn't want me to help her', I thought, 'She just wants me to win.'
But I can't help but feel even to this day the guilt of B's death on my shoulders. I did kinda' let her die, didn't I? Even if she said to do it…
She handed me the scythe, and told me to go for it. She said nothing about helping her up and out of this hell-hole… literally this time. And I did what she told me to, for the first time. It pleased her. It had to of.
Sunnydale's just a big fat crater now, and I'm just one out of about a thousand slayers. Doesn't make me much more special then the next gal. But, y'know, it doesn't bother me.
Kinda makes me glad. Makes me feel like I can do whatever the hell I want. Hey, I could settle down. Start a career, get a family...
Nah.