Maximum, (grins)..stupid scoobies, save cordelia. that was cute, oh and, 'licks' (smirks and winks)
Jessamy, Faith/mayor father daughter relationship?..hmmm. hadn't planned on it. But I'll think about it, .. just depends on what turns this story is gonna take.
Mythic-lionheart, (laughs)..yeah, I too am guilty of the , "keep up the good work".. but sometimes ya just can't think of much else to say. And yes, dru kinda looks like the female version of Marilyn Manson..anyway, enjoy the chap.
Just Me, ...your gonna kill me...or this chapter might kill you...sorry.. but I couldn't resist! (grins).. thanx for reviewing stars in a bomb fire, and I'm not sure if I'm gonna give it more chapters.
Manticore-gurl071134,..that's a long ass name..., I checked out your site.. I found some of the challenges very intriguing.
Welcome to the story EvilOne, a.k.a. Kat,.. sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
And Now... Faith and Nutty Buffy, the Scoobs, Trick, and various vampires,
ENJOY
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Faith has a goofy grin as she stares at Buffy's ass while following the smaller slayer through the ceiling. Apparently B had already done this twice before. First time when she found the evil invisible chicks hideout. And the second time hiding from Spike and his minions.
The space was tight, and rather dark, smelling musty. Her finger felt out the floor so she could keep up her surveillance of the blonde's ass. She was having a hard time not reaching out and grabbing it, all kinds of dirty new fantasies blooming in her mind.
Never thought I'd be wantin' to do it with B in the school's ceiling.
B had decided she wanted to get a drop on the vamps, literally. Though Faith had mentioned the fact that they had no weapons might be a problem. Buffy had given her a look and said that since they were dropping into the library, she was sure the younger slayer could find one.
Buffy stopped, Faith stopping as well, waiting for direction.
The blonde vampire put her ear to the, floor of the ceiling? And listened. The entrance of the library was just below her. She could hear voices,
"Come out come out, where ever you are," a smooth male voice she was sure she recognized.
That's our Que. Buffy lifted her fists, resting on her haunches, Faith tensed. The blonde slammed both fists down, breaking the ceiling, both slayers crashed through the floor.
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Trick looked up at the sound, only to have a certain blonde slayer land unceremoniously, directly on top of him. Faith landed near by, immediately taking off for the weapons in the book cage. Running quickly through the empty frame where a certain door once was.
The Scoobies followed Faith's lead, grabbing anything they could defend themselves with.
Buffy rolled off Trick. Then kicked the legs out from under the nearest vamp to her. She was on her knees now, and grabbed his legs, pulling him to her, each of his legs on either side of her. She reached up his body, his arms coming to grip her shoulders. She grabbed his faced and twisted, a loud wet snap informing the entire room of the broken neck.
The blonde dropped him and shifted into game face. He dusted, unnoticed by the dead slayer as she reached for her next vamp, fully intending on tearing him apart with her bare hands.
She blocked their path, standing in the doorway. Ripping into anyone stupid enough to come into her reach. She killed two more, then one grabbed her from behind by the hair, yanking her head back. She twisted her body so she was facing the floor, then reached up with both arms, grabbing his. She then twisted back around, and pulled him over her head, slamming him into the tile with enough force to crack it.
The vamp went unconscious and she grabbed another, just throwing him into the doorframe as one from her left broke a baseball bat over her head. Buffy was driven to her knees. The sandy haired vamp grabbed her arm, wrenching her up off the floor. She could feel the blood wetting her scalp.
The vamp dropped the bat, and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off her feet. She used this to her advantage and swungher leg up, slamming her foot into his crotch. He howled and dropped her, grabbing at his groin, and fell to his knees. She then rammed her knee into his face, blood spraying her as his nose shattered. He too fell unconscious to the floor.
Buffy turned again, facing her next opponent, and was met with a vicious backhand. She stumbled to the side, leaving herself exposed. It was odd as she heard more then felt her arm being grabbed, and twisted to the breaking point. The bones making more of a popping sound, than an actual snap.
She cried out, her voice sounding raw and feral as the scream turned into a roar. She turned to face the vamp still holding her arm, his eyes lit with delight. She put her fist through his face.
She pulled her bloody hand out of his skull, his body dusting. Her limp arm hung at her side, twisted at an unnatural angle. She heard someone shout her name, but she couldn't answer as her legs were kicked out from under her. She landed hard on her back, before someone put a sword through her stomach. Another enraged scream echoed through the library.
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Faith heard the second scream from Buffy. Her dark hair swinging loosely in the air as she dropped to ground, sweeping the legs of a tall lanky vamp. When he hit the floor she dusted him, stake through the heart. She went to stand up, intent on fighting her way to Buffy. She could see them in their frenzy, pounding the fallen slayer in the remains of the shattered library doors.
A female vamp tackled the brunette slayer, arms around her waist. She hit the floor hard, reaching down and grabbing a fist full of hair. Hoping to pull the vamp off her. She yelped as fangs dug into her hip, then cursed loudly. Trying to figure out why everyone wanted a bite out of her tonight.
She pulled hard with one hand, unlatching the vamp from her skin, then put her stake through the vamp's eye. The girl let out a scream, and Faith kicked her off, just in time to have a male vamp grab her by the hair and slam his knee into her stomach. She felt the air rush out of her fast enough to leave spots dancing before her eyes.
Another vamp grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, she grunted as he kicked the back one of her knees, sending a blinding pain through her leg. The first vamp still had her by the hair. He took his free hand and punched her in the face. Leaving the brunette with split lips, both her top and bottom lip splitting from the force. He pulls back again, and she moves her head, trying to dodge. His fist clips her eyebrow, one of his rings leaving a gash through it.
Trick stands watching the chaos, then grabs a seringe from his pocket. It's loaded with enough tranquilizer to knock out a whole herd of elephants. Plenty to knock out a slayer. He strides to the brunette being held and beaten. He motions for the one taking way too much pleasure in pounding her, to move away. The vamp does so reluctantly.
Faith is nearly unconscious, her head resting on her chest. He doses her anyway. Sticking the needle in her neck then pushing the plunger. He then turns to announce his accomplishment, and hopefully leave with both slayers, when what he sees strikes him speechless.
Buffy Summers stands bruised and bloody in the library entrance. Splintered wood and vampire ash at her feet. She's holding a sword in one hand, her other arm hangs limp at her side. Twisted. Her face still vamped, blood running from her nose, dripping from her lips. Blood soaking her shirt from the stab wound in her torso. A dagger still sticking out of her thigh. Her blonde hair is damp with blood as well, both her own and not. Vampire blood splattered all over her body.
She grins at Trick, a truly frightening sight. Her eyes are dark-red, with small black pupils. She walks slowly forward, then seems to realize the dagger in her leg, and pulls it out while keeping her hold on the sword. She then raises the sword, pointing it at Trick.
"Didn't you kill me?" she asks, her voice showing she already knew the answer.
"Apparently I didn't kill you enough." He grins suavely, "Though now that you're one of us, maybe you could help me with something," he straightens up his suit as he talks. Dusting it off then, and shifts back to human face.
The Scoobies had ended up locking themselves in Giles' office, realizing they were only going to get in the way of the fight. They peered through the blinds, watching the scene unfold.
"See, my boss kinda has a," he pauses, seeming to think, " job position, all lined up for you-"
"Let me guess, the job blows, and the position is on my knees?" Buffy cuts in, smirking. She leans on her newly acquired sword, its point on the floor.
Tricks eyes widen slightly before he chuckles, "Nothing like that slayer, although, I wouldn't mind somethin' along those lines." He looks her up and down appraisingly, "But that's not what the Boss had in mind."
Willow's jaw drops a second time that night on account of the words coming out of her once best friend's mouth.
Buffy eyes Trick, "So, what exactly does your Boss, want from me?" The blood had already stopped running from her wounds. She licked some from her lips.
Trick smiles, "I think you'll have to talk to him about that. But if you want this chick to live," he pauses to take a hidden gun from his hip, pointing it at Faith's head. He'd noticed the bite marks on her neck, and from the surveillance pictures he'd seen, these two had been fairly close since the slayer's turn. "I suggest you take us up on the job offer."
Buffy gives an indigenous cry "Since when do vamps carry guns, the always carry swords and stuff, your breaking the stereo-type!" She points her sword once again at Trick, wagging it at him as she spoke.
"What can I say baby, welcome to the twenty-first century," he grins, then cocks the gun.