omg, i think i almost shit myself and had a heart attack when i saw how many reviews i got.
mythic-lionheart: (mock glares) lid!?...can!?,,,,( busts up laughing), that was good!, thats great, i mean, here i am trying to sound "learned" and "can, lid, lets just call it the caboose thingy that holds the water,(pouts) ... as good as any, , my sister calls the toilet the pooper, 'course she's nine. anyway, that was good, lol, yes you got swatted, but a friendly swat, thanx for the laugh.
jessamy: babe i find you so adorable, and all shall be explained, once i find a way to explain it, (grins), and i'll update as soon as i can. (catches kiss & winks)
just me: good spelling is for ppl too lazy to figure out what your trying to convey. and i kind of have my own idea on the slayer sense stuff, that and B herself couldn't sense anything when she first got to sunny D, why should faith?, and i like your ideas on it. thanx.
prophecyGirl: yeah, buff doesn't have a clue what's goin on, and your not supposed to have any idea what's goin on.. so i guess im doing good, (grins)
tigris-paw: basically, buffy's body was just having a bad reaction from eating the food while bloodlusting and then her heart starts beating again, and her body just freaked out from the system shock and she threw up....basically. and i don't have any idea what you meant about her reflection in the water?, she was watching her puke swirl.....?..
LilGreenImp: welcome to da story, okay. the slayer bond conection thing is fanon, there was never any sensing eachother thing in the show, like in last years girl, when she walks up behind faith and doesn't even realize it. and when faith is listening to her headphones and clocks buffy, course she had her headphones on and was in lala, or boom-boom-RAA! land, but still. and as for the mourge, careless stuff, the mourge was backed up, dead bodies everywhere, one body missing in sunny D? ...really not a big buz, specially since vamps prolly go missin all the time there. but that gave me an idea, thanx for bringing it up. and i like how you refered to buff's personality like spike's..
ok, and, who said i was going to gile's apartment, just cos she's lookin for him doesn't mean he's home, didn't he practically live at the library in season 3 anyway?
ok, buffy never talked to her mom when she went home, didn't even see her, slept all day, and her mom had to go to the gallery early, buff left after dark, her mom was still gone..so she never called Will either..oops.. so everyone's kinda freaked (grins) lyrics from Guster, not sure the name of the song.
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Read my apology.
Joyce Summers just got the worst phone call of her life. Worse then when the Doctor at the mental institusion had called with Buffy's diagnosis, worse then when Hank's lawyer called to talk over the divorce.
She had just heard the words she had feared since she had found out her daughter was meant to protect the world by fighting monsters.
She sat slumped against the kitchen wall, tears streaming from her eyes.
....earlier......
"Is this Joyce Summers?"
Slight curiousity. "Yes, who's calling?"
"Are you the mother of.. Buffy Anne Summers?"
Oh god, what have you done this time. " Yes, who is this?"
" Miss. Summers, this is the Sunnydale City Mourge, I'm afraid I have bad news.."
Their hope of disbeleif.
Heart stops, the fear grips you, your mind goes blank, your whole body goes numb in anticipation. Please no, please no, please no.
"We believe your daughter was brought in a few days ago, but before we could reach you to I.D. her, the body mysteriously disapeared.. Im, I'm very sorry for your loss.."
"No.." dead calm. Denial through and through.
But no denial changes things.
" Ma'm please I-"
No they can't understand, this is your daughter, your life, and they just call her a body, a lifeless shell, it can't be true, it can't be true!! It's not, IT can't BE!
You yell, you scream, you try to deny what's ripping through your heart with a blinding clearity.. she hasn't been home, she hasn't called. This isn't like her and you know it. You knew, mabye before, but denial, you stop the thoughts with everything you are, your daughter is strong, she is alive, she would never die.
But she already has once.
"Oh god," an agony pierced sob rips from your throat with the power of a twister.
And you believe.
No remedy ahead.
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Faith's heavy boots squeak on the bland tiled floors of SunnyDale High, racing at speeds humanly impossible. A blur of dark clothing and flesh, haunted eyes so vunerable and scared, yet so full of fury that they could back down an oncoming train with one glance. Body moving with natural grace and violence. Dark hair whipping behind her head as her feet pound, the pace eating up the distance to the library.
Giles is never home, Giles is never home...
GILES YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING BE HOME!!!
Faith bursts through the library doors with a kick, not even slowing down, a shower of splinters rain as the doors give, almost coming off the hinges, flying inward with a loud crack. Wood chips scatter the floor as Faith rushes into the library, books scattered across the table, on the counter, some even stacked on the chairs.
The smell of strong tea and musty books hits the dark haired slayer as she takes a deep breath, belting out, "GILES, GET YOUR TWEED COVERED ASS IN HERE!"
Not that he wasn't already running out of his office, an unnoticed Willow falling from her chair, behind a stack of books on the table where she had fallen asleep, Xander and Cordy running from behind the book cases, Xander's hand quickly buttoning a few undid buttons on his shirt.
"Faith, what the hell-"
Xander was cut off from his angry rant and from the conclusson he was jumping to.
"Faith! I want you both in the cage, walk slowly, no fast movements." (what the fuck is tha book cage thing called, just a cage?) Giles held forward a crucifix, gesturing to the cage Oz often held up in.
"What the fuck!, Giles this is no time for some fucked up british humor, Buffy needs help, somthing happened, I don't know what I ju-"
Giles once again exercised his expertise at cutting people off and ordered, "Do as I say Faith, or else everyone in this room may be in grave danger," his british accent cold and dangerous, an air of authority piercing through.
Faith looked to Giles, eyeing the crucifix, confusion and anger, along with panic, etched into her features.
"But Giles you don't understand! She-"
"Faith I understand the situation very well, probably even better than you, please, walk into the cage, trust me." G's face softens slightly, though still strained, trying to convey the importance of his words to Faith.
Faith's heart was in her throat, her mind running on empty, the adrenaline rush taking it's toll. She couldn't see a way out of this situation, she didn't understand what was going on, and Giles said he did, so mabye she didn't have a choice in the matter.
She backed slowly into the cage, Giles walking forward and shutting the metal mesh door, locking it. He then paused, asthough just realising something, "Faith?" he asked, while holding the cross against the mesh of the door, "Touch the crucifix."
Faith eyes widend, "You got to be kidding me, you think I'm a vamp, fuck that!" she reached up and touched the crucifix, putting her fingers through the mesh, black nail polish glistening slightly in the light.
Giles heaved a sigh of relief, "Faith, I promise I'll explain, but I need you to check Buffy for a pulse."
Faith's eyes some how manage to widen farther, but she stays silent this time, the tension in the room seeming to press in on her. She kneels to the floor, gently laying Buffy down, her mumblings and shivers having passed, a cold sheen of sweat still on her skin. She trails her fingers up Buffy's throat, stopping just under her chin and pressing soflty into luke warm skin, "I feel it, it's there, but hardly, it's weak.. it's not..it's un even," she looks up to Giles the worry and stress showing in her eyes, her fearfull brown eyes locking with his flinty blue.
"Tell me what's happening G" Faith asks, her vioce wavering.
"We're not quite sure,"..
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The world is a dull throbbing pain, it's all centering around the odd eratic beat of thump, thumpthump, thump..thumpthump, and the strong, loud and even beating of warm flesh near her, her mouth waters, the world still gone, just the blood she can hear flowing through that heart, it's all she's centered on. She feels her face change, fangs lengthening, her facial bones shifting, her mind wavering on nothing but the kill. A low growl makes it's way up her throat, vibrating through her skull like an earth quake. She can feel cold hard floor beneath her, and hear several heart beats besides the weak one, her head pounds as the close one, the strong one, her prey, is only a few inches away.
Faith hears a low growl behind her, she turns along with Giles, and she feels her heart stop in her chest, Buffy's face is vamped. Before Faith's brain can work through what her eyes are telling her, the blonde's eyes snap open, blood red and wild, a feral snarl escapes the vamprire as Buffy lunges at Faith. Slamming her against the mesh door, clanging, as the metal bends at the force.
Faith lets out a sharp yelp as she hits the metal, it giving slightly, bowing, then Buffy has her by the hair ripping her head to the side. The image of Buffy's game face, jaws open, saliva dripping from fangs longer then she has ever seen, bright red eyes almost glowing with power, pale, white flesh, streched across boney cheeks and heavy rigded brow, the dark skin around the eyes making them all the more terrifying.
Then the moment is over, and fangs have ripped into the warm flesh of her neck, her life's blood draining from the wound, making it's way down the blondes throat. And something about the act is sensual, the blondes body now pressed flush with hers, holding her tight against the mesh, fingers in dark hair, and another gripping her arm, holding her shirt and jacket off her shoulder. Buffy's body is moving slightly to an unheard beat, Faith following it, her breath labored, the vampire slips Faith's jacket completely from her shoulder, her wife beater ripped, sleavless sleave hanging near her elbow, Buffy's body covering her entire front. She can hear the blonde purr, her hand slipping to Faith's breast, caressing it. The Dark Slayer lets out a gasp, her hands move to Buffy's shoulders, as though to push her away, then grip like claws, holding the blonde closer.
Giles is yelling something but the entire world is dulled to Buffy, except for the sounds of breathing and that strong heart beating, her fingers carresing, lost in the feel of warm blood and sexual arousal, then she hears it, her eyes snapping open, her name, rushing from Faith's lips....FAITH?!
OH SHIT! Buffy snaps back to reality, ripping her fangs from Faith's throat, though making sure not to agrivate the wound more, she looks shocked at the brunnettes swooning figure. Sagging limp like against the metal mesh of the libray book cage door. Eyes fluttering, as though struggling against sleep.
Buffy suddenly realises where she is as she sees Giles, too late, the holy water hits her and she jumps back, skin stinging, as Faith slumps slowly to the floor. He tries to open the door, unlocking it and grabbing Faith by the jacket, pulling her out. The holy water stings, but not as much as it would an ordinary vamp, just a bit of a twinge, kinda like sunburn. Giles tries to shut the door, but Buffy isn't effected like he thought she would be, he underestimated her strength, she slams the door open just as he's closing it, knocking him back.
He scoots away from her, Xander and Cordy having moved Faith near the counter, Willow, holding a cross out next to them, tears in her eyes, Giles standing infront of them all, holding out his own cross, reaching into his back pocket for a stake, praying he wouldn't need it.
Buffy looks at them all, her face reverting to human features, a slightly confused expression there, "Hey guys?.." she says, voice weak.
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dun dun dun..i am the master of run on sentences..tell me what ya think, lata.