flustrating?...just me, i think my bad spelling is rubbing off on you..and i don't have spell checker, PGvv, yes, i meant donned....as in to wear..i have an attention span about the size of Jacko's nose..or what's left of it anyway, so i didn't really proof read that chap....STEPHANI 'sticks out tounge & winks'..love ya too jessamy, 'smiles'...that was sweet. 'blows kiss'. Electra126 thanks for saying i rock, ya know i play guitar too 'grins'. mythic-lionheart, thanx for the review. On with the story.

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Time seemed to freeze for Buffy and all she could hear was the thump thump, thump thump, thump thump, thump thump of her heart beating. It's beating..why is it beating?. She stood rigid in the taller girl's arms, aware Faith was scanning the bar, trying to find the source of the blonde's alarm. Running the tips of her fingers up and down the small slayer's arms, a comfort and closeness derived from the experience they just shared.

Faith's eyes scatted across the faceless patrons, taking in the shadows with ease. She extended her senses to the limit, stretching herself across the interior of the club, searching for anything that could have put the blonde on edge. Or she realized she just had hot lesbian sex with you and she's gonna turn around in your arms any moment and say "Faith, you bitch, you took advantage of me," or some shit and stalk off and never talk too you again. Faith could almost hear her mother's voice mingling into the voice of her head, the past feeling as if it were going to open up swallow her right were she was standing, ripping Buffy from her arms.

Buffy felt Faith's arms tighten on her, as though she wanted to keep her still, keep her with her. Okay Buff, play it cool. Just relax, breathe, yes breathings good, it's what you do when your alive. In out, In out. ....oh, in and out..... Buffy lost her train of thought as the smell of sex still wafted in the air, the feelings of lust stirring, the words in her head taking on a whole new meaning.

Stop!, think, ok. Just tell her you have to pee or sumthin, then we can figure out why our new status as un-dead has been changed..un-living, dead but living... umm what exactly is our status...and when did i start refering to myself as we, are there two of us in here? Buffy questions herself, wondering if her slayer and her demon decided to start calling her "we". God i feel so schizoid right now.. i wonder what would be left if i kicked them both out of my head?

The small blonde turned to Faith, her sea blue eyes meeting the bright warm brown of the taller girl's, the color in her irises seeming to swim like hot honey.

"Faith?" Buffy's voice has a huskey note to it, as though she just took a shot of very strong liquor. "Yeah B?", the same huskey tone seems to have taken the sexiness of Faith's voice to a whole new level. The way her breathey voice wisps between her lush lips, pactically oozing sexual prowess. It's almost enough to make Buffy's knees buckle.

Buffy stuttered as it was "I, I have to go pee," she grins slightly at Faith's expression, it screamed 'NOW?!'. The taller girl pouted "I swear B, you have the worst timing." The petite slayer grins "Tell that to my bladder, now point me in the direction of the little girls room before I piss myself."

Faith chuckles and points to her right, through the dark Buffy can make out a slightly glowey restroom sign, "Thanks babe, be right back," she gives Faith a peck on the cheek, having not actually kissed her before. Faith smirks, slapping Buffy on the ass, "Better."

00 in zee bathroom 00

Oh shit, Buffy realizes walking into a public bathroom that had a bunch of mirrors and other people, with her having a see-through reflection, was probably not the smartest idea she'd ever had. She pauses, smiling at a large breasted blonde as she looks towards Buffy. okay i smiled, see! now get the fuck out before i eat you, cus i might have to if i walk infront of those mirrors and you realize you can see the stalls through my reflection. Instead the girl, that Buffy realizes is most likely a stripper, asks her if she could help her zip up her dress. Oh shit...this bitch is so asking for it, ya couldn't walk out the restroom like a normal person, had to ask me if i could zip up your fugly skin tight sea-foam green skimpy, stupid, skankey...

Other curses of similar nature run through Buffy's head as she slips behind the blonde, the stripper not realizing the vampire has positioned her facing the stalls and no longer the mirrors. The significance of that move, having never ecountered someone of the vampire breed before, not even believing in their existence, was lost on the stripper. Realizing that alone, the stupidity of the normal world, almost makes Buffy kill this girl just in spite.

After zipping the girl up, Buffy all but kicks her out through the bathroom entrance, needing some alone time to think, not even waiting for a thanks, not caring enough for one. A slight nausea makes itself known as Buffy paces the restroom, thoughts flying through her head. The world seems to be swaying slightly, she realizes she's making herself dizzy spinning around and walking at the inhuman pace. The rips open a stall door, painted a sickly yellow, almost taking it off the hinges. She spins around faster then the eye can follow, catching the door before it slams into the next stall, then locks it shut. Slumping onto the toilet, boots on the seat, butt on the, whatever you call it, back thingy of the tiolet,...caboose or something..(A.N. isn't it camode?)

Buffy ran her fingers through her hair, taking a deep breath though her nose, then breathing out her mouth as she dropped her hands to her lap. She then realized the nausea wasn't abaiting, and she was probably just gonna have to puke. She got off the camode, kneeling infront of the toilet leened forward. The bile came rushing up without warning and Buffy almost screamed through it. The force of her muscles cramping, her stomach contracting, causing pain through out her body.

She hurled several more times, the need abaiting when the dinner she had eaten with Faith was in the water. She positioned herself on one knee and reached a shakey hand up to turn the handle. Watching almost hypnotized as the puke disapearded in a multi-colored swirl. Guess human food ain't quite the way to go.

Her heart was still pumping, the now weak and eratic beat, pounding in her head. It seemed to echo within her ears, vibrating in her skull as though bullets were ripping through her brain. With every thump it felt like someone were driving nails into each of her temples.

Buffy's entire body was shaking now, the need for blood making her weak. Her skin was pale and waxen, a light sweat glistening on her skin. She stood, stumbling slightly, she put her hand against a stall wall, steadying herself. Buffy unlocked the stall door, making her way clumsily to the sink. Washing her hands and putting water to her face. Shining droplets dripping from a face looking as though it were carved from marble, having a darker flesh tone around her eyes, as though she hadn't selpt, but she had seen that on most vampires. Her lips were pale aswell, having washed off the lipstick while washing the puke from her lips. Her eyes looked blooshot, more then she had ever seen them.

I look like hell, Faith is so gonna notice, Buffy's knees hit the tiled floor with a resounding crack, If i can make it to Faith.

00 in da club, outside zee bathroom 00

Okay this is taken way to long for a piss, Faith thought as she took a sip from her beer, she'd slipped a five from Buff's pocket during their little "dance". Mabye she realized she doesn't wanna fuck a skank like you and hightailed it. That condisending voice once again eating away at Faith's composure.

Fuck this, She dropped the five on the bar, not waiting for change, and walked briskly too the restrooms. She pushed open the door, stopping dead in her tracks. Her dark eyes taking in Buffy's shivering frame laying in a fetal position on the floor of the bathroom.

"Oh God," Faith managed to choke out as she dropped to her knees beside the shaking girl. "B, come on B, tell me what happened," God, if anyone hurt her I'll rip them apart.

She moved Buffy's sweat soaked blonde locks from her face, trying to get the smaller girl to look at her, make some kind of coherent response. She realised Buffy was mumbling under her breath, her teeth chattering as she shivered un-controlabley. Tears slipping from shut eyes. Her face twisted in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts, ahhow, fuck, it's ... make it stop, pleee-hease god make it stop, please, owww.. fuck.." she kept mumbling as Faith listened, her confusion and panic mounting by the second. Oh shit, Oh fuck, Oh shit. Calm, breathe, ..Giles, got to get her to Giles , he'll know what to do.

With that Faith picks up the shaking girl in her arms, whispering sweet nothings to her as she raced out of the club, to one of the only people Faith had ever even semi-trusted to help her. I just hope I can get there in time.

She ran on, her heart pounding, through the night, never knowing that under the tightly clenched eyelids of the blonde slayer, were blood red eyes.

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DUN DUN DUUUUN.... okay, tell me your thoughts. oh and if anyone one knows what the back of a toilet's called please tell me... i think i got that right.. but then i've never really had to say that before..soo.. opinion-ise away.. and i know the whole faith trying to sense stuff and not sensing buffy is weird but,, she didnt ok?