Thanx Just Me, for the ideas, I was already thinking about doing something about that, but your review gave me the incentive to do it, thanks
Maximum, glad your enjoying the story so 'fucking' much, lol, and nutty I guess is a good way to describe my characterization of buffy...prolly a good way to describe me too lol, lata
Mythic-lionheart, I will try to keep up the good work, but if it starts being not so good work, tell me, lata
And now... I present to you Faith, and nutty Buffy, (winks)
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Buffy and Faith had made it to the end of the hall, still bantering, the vampire complaining about when Faith became such high maintenance...a comment the brunette did NOT take lightly. In fact, at the moment she was denying the statement rather vehemently.
"I am NOT high maintenance B! I have one pair of shoes, how many do you own Twink-"
Buffy cuts Faith off, clamping a hand over her mouth and pushing her into a janitor's closet. Faith makes several muffled protests, her eyes conveying most of what she was probably saying. Buffy shushes the confused slayer with a withering glare. The blonde turns from Faith and closes the door, leaving just a sliver of light coming through it, enough room to peak into the hall.
Faith hears the footsteps that must have made Buffy shove her in the closet, Damn, and here I thought it was gonna be for some lovin'. Though Faith isn't sure whether she's actually disappointed or relieved. The bite on her neck still stinging.
Buffy put her face close to the crack between the door and its frame, looking through, trying to get a glimpse. She could hear a lot more than one pair of footsteps, it sounded like at least 20, maybe more. She listened harder, tapping into her slayer and vampire senses. That's when she realized she didn't hear any heartbeats.
Buffy felt Faith wrap her arms around her waist from behind, leaning her head on the small blonde's shoulder, nuzzling her neck. Buffy sighed and closed her eyes, "So B, what are we dealing with?" The blonde stopped biting her lip, and focused on the task at hand, and not where Faith's hands were.
She whispered her reply "We got about 20 vamps. Shit, Faith, they're headed for the library."
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The Mayor's office was dark, the lighting coming from only the desk lamp. Not that it was a problem for Trick, being the vampire that he was. Darkness was not a problem, his night vision good enough the lamp could have been shut off.
The Mayor turned around in his chair, "So, I got some funny news." he pauses, an odd grin on his face, voice cheery, "Remember when I told you to..dispatch of that rebellious trouble making little slayer?"
Trick looks at him, wondering where this conversation is headed, "Yeah I remember, little bitch put up a fight."
"Mister trick, language please. Anyway, it would seem she's alive, figuratively speaking." The Mayor leans forward on his desk, setting his elbows atop it and resting his chin on his entwined fingers. His face took upon a dark and serious expression.
"It would seem you turned her Mister Trick." He says, waiting for the vampire's reaction.
"I, she..Sir.." The vampire stumbles over his words, trying to figure out how this happened. "She bit me. It, ..she must have swallowed some of my blood, I didn't realize it man."
Mayor Wilkins just looked at him, then a slow smile spreads across his features, "Don't worry Mister Trick, this may work to our advantage, a Slayer make a powerful ally." He chuckles, then speaks again, voice taking on a business like tone, "Take a couple dozen of your best fighters, suit them up. If we can't convince her to join us, kill her. And while you're at it, kill all her friends too."
Trick grins, relieved he isn't in trouble with the Boss, and happy he gets to go after that bitch in Maximum(winks) force, "Sure thing Boss."
Trick gets up to leave, his mind already set on the kill.
"Oh Mister Trick," the vamp turns to face him, "Don't fail me this time."
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Buffy leans against the doorframe, trying to ignore the burning sparks that seem to be dancing up and down her spine. Faith has her arms around the smaller slayer's lithe frame, and Buffy can feel herself heating up against the Dark Slayer's hot, soft, and leather-clad body.
The blonde vampire takes a deep breath, "So, wanna go kill the vampire's before they kill all my.... Friends?" Buffy wonders over whether or not she should call the Scoobies her friends.
She hears Faith's rich chuckle, her breath tickling her neck, "We should prolly go do that," the brunette finishes her sentence with a kiss on Buffy's shoulder. The small black, back-less shirt offering plenty of bare skin to kiss and touch, it was only hooked around Buffy at the waist and the neck. Faith smirks as she realizes she would only have two knots to untie and the blonde would be shirtless.
"We should probably go then," Buffy breathes out.
"Yeah, let's do that," Faith releases her hold around Buffy's waist, taking a small step back in the cramped janitor's closet, "Let's go kick some vamp ass."
Buffy grins, then opens the door, beginning her hopefully stealthy pursuit of the intruders.
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Giles speaks, trying to calm the Scoobies and himself, "Look, from what we've seen Buffy didn't want to hurt us," he glances at Xander, "physically speaking, though her personality seemed to have taken on the characteristics of a cornered animal," Giles' takes a breath to continue but is cut off by Cordelia.
"Well yeah she felt like a cornered animal, I would too if you shot me with a 'tranquilizer dart'," Cordy makes quotes with her hands, and says it with a British accent, a very sad British accent. "Then locked me in a cage."
Giles looks at Cordelia quizzically, trying to figure out why she keeps defending Buffy so much, "Yes that would be understandable. She reacted the same way at the homecoming party at her mother's house, lashing out with words. There was a definite underlying threat of violence as well." The Watcher realizes the reactions his Slayer had to them weren't far off from what he would've expected if she were human. Buffy had always been quick to lash out when cornered and accused.
He looks back to the Scoobies, ready to speak again, when he realizes they are all staring wide-eyed at something behind him. He looks at Willow, her mouth is open and she's pointing behind him. Giles turns, and tenses sharply at what he sees.
A gang of vampires, a black man in a nice business suit in front, already in game face, "We're here for the slayer," Trick grins, "Come out come out, where ever you are."
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yeah that was kinda short, next will be longer, i hope.
please review Stars in a Bomb Fire....somebody....or .. I just might not update this fic...(gasp)....please somebody..i'll prolly update anyway but.. it has no reviews.. and its very enticing.. or, at least I thought it was when I wrote it.. come on.. buffy, Dru, red wine and satin sheets...(grins)..please? .. lata.