Maximum, .. "have I told, you lately, that I love you?"..(kissy kissy) cos I do.. have I told you I fucking love reading your reviews?.. (grins)
I Like you.
And yes...Faith very hot on the hotness scale.
On a scale from 1 too 10...she's sizzling. She's spicey. She's on fire.
Hopefully not literally. Cos that would suck.
Just Me,..I'm so Evil,.. no really, it's true.. I was a devil for Halloween .. everyone asked why I bothered dressing up.. (grins devishly)
"Lead me not into temptation, for I can find it myself"
ProchecyGirl, I was wondering if I'd lost ya. Yes faith in trouble..buffy must save her! "puffs up chest"..this is awesome responsibility..lol as for buff taking the job, just have to read and see.
Mythic-lionheart, woah..ya know, I guess I really am evil, you called me evil, then Just Me called me evil..i think maybe my pen name should have been just "EVIL" ,.. that way everybody knows, ya know? Oh, ..I'm not just evil, I'm purely evil.. grrrrr (rolls tounge).. I'm so evilll.rrrr.. lata-
Kat, (EvilOne), I'm glad you came back to my story, and I'm glad you love it. ;)
Welcome o the story, TSU. Yes, cliffhangers aren't fair are they?
Yes I just wasted a bunch of space..pshha. now, ENJOY!
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Buffy gawks at Trick, Okay, this is so totally unfair! Vamps should not be allowed to carry firearms. I mean, number one, they're evil, number two, they already have their weapons hello FANGS super-strength. and three, IT'S CHEATING!
So why does he have a gun to Faith's temple.
Trick chuckles at the Slayer's facial expression, her jaw dropped. "OH come on now Slayer, hurry up and make the choice or Faithy's here brains go splat!, all over the library. And I hear brain is a very hard washout to stain." Trick looks down at his suit. "Perhaps I'll have Mac here do it." Trick waves the gun at the tall beefy vamp holding Faith's arms. He grins dumbly at Buffy, licking his lips. Holding the brunette slayer this close and not being able to taste her was making his mouth water.
Oh come on, we might as well go met his Boss, I mean, I am kinda evil now. Should at least see what he has to offer. Buffy tries to justify her actions in her head. Oh fuck it! I don't need to justify saving Faith.
"Alright alright, I'll go meet your Boss. But Faith doesn't get hurt. Understood?" the blonde quirks an eyebrow at Trick, waiting for his answer.
"Ok, I guess that's game. By the way I'm Trick," He grins charmingly at the blonde. "But your bitch is coming with us," the vampire presses the guns harder against Faith's temple as he notices the color of Buffy's eyes flare bright red. He realizes calling the girl a bitch might make a raise out of the blonde, but he didn't expect the sheer power in this glare. He can feel a tremor of fear trail up his spine as the blonde vampire's eyes smolder. The colors shifting, looking like embers in a fire.
The dead slayer can feel her control slipping, before she realizes what she's doing, she has let the sword fly through the air. She watches with sick satisfaction as it slices through Trick's arm.
The vampire screams. All his lackeys see is a blur of movement. The berserk slayer lunging for the vamp that had been beating Faith. Twisting his neck and ripping his head off before he can react. Then she's standing behind the one holding the dark slayer. She has his skull crushed in her small deadly hands before he even realizes his buddy has been viciously decapitated.
She reaches through the vamp's dust to catch Faith before she fell. Not being able to stand cos, ya know, being unconscious and all. Buffy laid the sleeping girl gently on the floor, then turns to face the dismembered vampire.
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Trick watched as the dead slayer quickly took out his minions. He looked at his arm, lying on the floor in a pool of blood. He reached down with his still attached arm, grabbing the gun from limp fingers. He ripped it out of the dead hand, then turned to point it at the slayer, just as she was turning to face him. He watched her freeze, and he was already pulling the trigger.
Buffy heard the shot, heard Willow scream and Xander yell and gasps from Cordelia, Giles, and Oz. She felt the bullet rip through her just recently beating heart. Felt it exit her back. Her knees hit the floor before she knew she was dizzy. A pressure seeming to build in her head, her eyes beginning to see nothing but black splotches.
Trick escapes the library, running through the dusty-bloody-wood-chunky-muck, of the library entrance.
Giles burst from his office doors, making it to her in time to see her eyes roll back and her body collapse to the side. Laying dead on the cold, tiled floor of the library. His heart beat like crazy as her reached down to touch her face, still covered with vampire blood. Hers and not. He softly grabbed her shoulder and rolled her on her back. He heard the Scoobies come out of the offices. Asking if she was okay, or if she was, should they kill her.
Her didn't know what to say. For the second time in his career as a Watcher, he had reached a complete gray area. He looked at his slayer, her face silhouetted by blonde hair. Looking so much like a blood stained angel. Her body bearing the signs of battle. He looked to her arm, and found that both terrifyingly and amazingly, the bones had already healed. He had watched it himself, as the now dusted vamp had twisted until the bones in her forearm and upper arm broke, and the shoulder dislocated. He knew a twist like that created spiral fractures, that had to be placed and set, so the would heal correctly. But here he was staring at an arm that had been broken only minutes before, and was now completely healed. Perfectly.
He felt for a pulse, since Faith had said she felt one earlier. Another mystery he would surely be writing down his diary, (excuse me), manly Watcher's diary. He felt none, though he had predicted as much. From the location of the hole in her chest the bullet had caused, he had guessed it went directly through her heart, shredding it.
Xander speaks, "So is she dead? Well, deader?" His voice wavers, as he looks over Giles shoulder, the older man sitting on his knees, inspecting the vampire.
"Well, she is dead, though since she hasn't dusted I'm guessing not quite, deader." Giles says, glancing up at the teenager.
The older man returned his gaze to Buffy, his eyes drifted over her form as he thought of the prophecy. He shuddered, wondering whether those things should come to bear down upon his slayer's small shoulders. He had hoped the scoobies would be able to dig up more information. But nothing had been uncovered so far.
"Maybe we should move her," Willow states uncertainly. Torn between hoping Buffy is okay, and wondering whether she was a big scary demon and she should be hoping she's dead. But Willow had seen Buffy protect Faith, and her not killing them all. She had to believe that there was at least some part of her best-friend left in Buffy.
"I vote for not trying to lock her in a cage, mostly cos she ripped the door off. No door, hence no locking." Cordelia says, figuring pissing Buffy off more after she just took out about oh two dozen vamps, probably wasn't such a smart thing to do.
Giles takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yes, quite right."
The Watcher bends to pick up Buffy, slipping an arm under her shoulders, and one under her knees. He lifts her rather easily, being that she only ways, maybe 90 pounds. He sets her on the library table.
"Well that's an improvement." Cordelia states under her breath, rolling her eyes.
Willow lets out a yawn as sheleans against Oz. Which seems to have set-off a chain-reaction as all of the scoobies begin alternate yawning. Giles suppresses one himself. "Perhaps you should go home and rest. It's rather late."
"Don't you mean early," Willow barely states as she yawns again.
"Yes quite, there's nothing left here you can really help me with. Except maybe getting both Slayers in my car so we don't end up staying here all night."
"Sure thing G-man," Xander states puffing his chest out, trying to look manly. It fails as his gaze lands on Buffy, taking in all the blood, wondering if she might bolt up any minute and kill them all. "I'll take Faith," he says, voice slightly higher than it was before.
Giles represses the eye roll he almost gave Xander. I've been in America far too long.
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I know it's short, but writing interaction between ppl is not a strong point for me. That and I got bored with the situation. Oi, now I got tofigure out what I'm going to do with Joyce. There are too many damn characters in this story! ...Just have buff kill some of them off. Lol.