(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Lyrics in this chapter taken from Fefe Dobson's 2003 album
"Fefe Dobson". Yeah, the only part in this song that really has anything to
do with chapter 2 is the part about the "dirty stained jeans" and the
dream...hee hee... forgive me for liking this song. )
8X10
-Don't only wanna dream about you, yeah But a dream like this should never be this hard If I should live this life without you, yeah I'd come back and try it from the start-
They calmed. As they stood there in the busy street, all sorts of people rushing by, going on with their everyday lives, paying no attention to the latest shocking discovery.
They didn't notice. Neither did Faith and Tru.
They stood there and stared at eachother, into eachother's eyes.
That all-too-familiar jolt of energy passed between them again, and the hairs on each of their necks stood on end.
There daze was only interrupted by the sudden sound of Faith's stomach growling loudly. She blushed and wrapped her arm around her paining stomach. They both took in deep breaths and opened their mouths as if to speak, but stopped, and let the other go first.
"Ok...no wait.. ok... stop!" they both said at the EXACT same time again, becoming more annoying than amusing.
"STOP! Okay... I'll go" Tru put her hand over Faith's mouth in a desperate attempt to stop the confusion.
"Y-you sound hungry, or at least your stomach does... I'll, um take you to the diner where I usually go... it's uh, nearby, yeah." She took her hand off the slayer's mouth and placed it nervously in her pocket.
Faith nodded in response and Tru began to walk past her, nodding her own head in the direction of the diner.
Faith walked beside her, taking long but graceful strides, the same pattern as the girl beside her. Identical, even.
She shook her head as if to knock some of the confusion out of her head.
"Here. We'll just sit down and order something and uh... talk... about this" Tru gestured between the two of them with her hand.
The diner was fairly busy, and the two of them found a secluded booth near the back that Tru had never even noticed before.
Then the staring began again. Staring at eachother, then realizing it, and looking away and staring into nothing, then eyes drifting back to the person across the table, the cycle kept repeating itself until Tru decided to speak.
"Hey, you should pick something from the menu before the waitress comes ya know."
"We've already..." Faith stopped to cough and release whatever it was that was making her voice sound raspy and cracked. "Ahem, we've already been waiting 20 minutes, so no rush I guess."
Tru nodded. And the cycle of staring began again. Neither of them really cared, but there was this on strand of hair that kept falling into faith's eyes that Tru was finding QUITE annoying.
She just grabbed it without a thought and pushed it behind her new friend's ear.
Faith just smiled and started to glance at the menu.
-And I'll show you love Because we're all alone Put business aside For life passes by And I'll part your hair When it's in your eyes Love Little red houses down under in my mind Got an 8x10 for ya to sign
Never had the need to know ya, yeah Until I heard you sing to me at night Now all I wanna do is show ya, yeah How to turn the darkness into light-
"You said you wanted to talk about this, so let's... uh, talk." Faith spoke nervously, her voice shaking just as much as her hands.
"Well okay. Shall I introduce myself?"
"You already did, T." Faith said sarcastically, her old Sunnydale self starting to show through already.
"I know, Faithy, but I mean more... in depth." Tru shot back, voice dripping with an equal amount if sarcasm.
"Well, sure, unless you want me to go first.."
"Heh, why not. Go ahead."
"Well. I'm Faith, that's it. I don't have a middle or last name... I dunno why, but yeah. I don't really have a profession at the moment.... But I used to kill... uh, let's save that part for later, hm? That's about all, oh, and I come from Sunnydale... a place pretty damn far from here if you ask me. That's why I'm kinda dirty, sleeping it ditches and hitchhiking all around doesn't make you the cleanest of people." Faith looked at her clasped hands.
"Uh... k-killed what?"
Faith's head shot up and she looked nervously into Tru's eyes.
"N-nothing."
"If it was nothing then you wouldn't have said it's nothing. You would have said fish, or deer or people or something."
"Vampires."
"Pft, what?" Tru scoffed, but Faith's face remained serious.
"I'm a slayer. A vampire slayer."
Tru just stared in shock, and major disbelief. But she was forced to believe this, as her friend's face remained serious.
"Vampires don't even-"
"Exist? No, of course not. Not to you, at least. I come from Sunnydale, like I said, but Sunnydale is located on a place called the Hellmouth. It acts sorta like a vamp and demon magnet. That's why there aren't many around here... There might be some, but you won't know who they were unless they're out at night and- sorry, babbling."
Faith waved her hand in front of her double's face.
"Hey, anybody in there?"
Tru blinked and nodded, still staring in shock.
Faith got up from her side of the booth and prepared for an exit. "Well, now that I've officially weirded you out, I guess this is my cue to leave!" She grinned and turned to walk away, but was stopped by a pleading hand.
"Don't go. I haven't told you about me yet."
"Oh? And what exactly is there to tell hm? Lemme guess, you work at a big office as some sort of bubbly secretary, you have a super-cute boyfriend that you share an apartment, and pay the bills with, and you probably have some best friend you share all your secrets with!" She smiled in a I-know- I'm-right-so-watcha-gonna-do-about-it way.
"Sit. And listen. None of that is right, except the friend part."
The look on Faith's face was pure shock. But she sat.
"o...kay?"
"I work in a morgue, with a creepy but nice enough guy named Davis, I'm single, but I have an ex who works in the same morgue as me, which makes life super-awkward, and I have a best friend named Lindsey who is got married yesterday and doesn't even know it yet."
"Um, how does that wedding part work?"
"Oh, wouldn't you just love to know?." Tru shot her a sly glance and placed an order for the both of them when the bubbly blonde waitress came around.
-And I'll show you love Because we're all alone Put business aside For life passes by And I'll part your hair When it's in your eyes Love Dirty stained jeans with the patches on the side Got an 8x10 for ya to sign-
(AUTHOR'S NOTE #2 Sorry, but you won't be finding out what Tru said anytime soon, the next chapter takes place a week later.)
8X10
-Don't only wanna dream about you, yeah But a dream like this should never be this hard If I should live this life without you, yeah I'd come back and try it from the start-
They calmed. As they stood there in the busy street, all sorts of people rushing by, going on with their everyday lives, paying no attention to the latest shocking discovery.
They didn't notice. Neither did Faith and Tru.
They stood there and stared at eachother, into eachother's eyes.
That all-too-familiar jolt of energy passed between them again, and the hairs on each of their necks stood on end.
There daze was only interrupted by the sudden sound of Faith's stomach growling loudly. She blushed and wrapped her arm around her paining stomach. They both took in deep breaths and opened their mouths as if to speak, but stopped, and let the other go first.
"Ok...no wait.. ok... stop!" they both said at the EXACT same time again, becoming more annoying than amusing.
"STOP! Okay... I'll go" Tru put her hand over Faith's mouth in a desperate attempt to stop the confusion.
"Y-you sound hungry, or at least your stomach does... I'll, um take you to the diner where I usually go... it's uh, nearby, yeah." She took her hand off the slayer's mouth and placed it nervously in her pocket.
Faith nodded in response and Tru began to walk past her, nodding her own head in the direction of the diner.
Faith walked beside her, taking long but graceful strides, the same pattern as the girl beside her. Identical, even.
She shook her head as if to knock some of the confusion out of her head.
"Here. We'll just sit down and order something and uh... talk... about this" Tru gestured between the two of them with her hand.
The diner was fairly busy, and the two of them found a secluded booth near the back that Tru had never even noticed before.
Then the staring began again. Staring at eachother, then realizing it, and looking away and staring into nothing, then eyes drifting back to the person across the table, the cycle kept repeating itself until Tru decided to speak.
"Hey, you should pick something from the menu before the waitress comes ya know."
"We've already..." Faith stopped to cough and release whatever it was that was making her voice sound raspy and cracked. "Ahem, we've already been waiting 20 minutes, so no rush I guess."
Tru nodded. And the cycle of staring began again. Neither of them really cared, but there was this on strand of hair that kept falling into faith's eyes that Tru was finding QUITE annoying.
She just grabbed it without a thought and pushed it behind her new friend's ear.
Faith just smiled and started to glance at the menu.
-And I'll show you love Because we're all alone Put business aside For life passes by And I'll part your hair When it's in your eyes Love Little red houses down under in my mind Got an 8x10 for ya to sign
Never had the need to know ya, yeah Until I heard you sing to me at night Now all I wanna do is show ya, yeah How to turn the darkness into light-
"You said you wanted to talk about this, so let's... uh, talk." Faith spoke nervously, her voice shaking just as much as her hands.
"Well okay. Shall I introduce myself?"
"You already did, T." Faith said sarcastically, her old Sunnydale self starting to show through already.
"I know, Faithy, but I mean more... in depth." Tru shot back, voice dripping with an equal amount if sarcasm.
"Well, sure, unless you want me to go first.."
"Heh, why not. Go ahead."
"Well. I'm Faith, that's it. I don't have a middle or last name... I dunno why, but yeah. I don't really have a profession at the moment.... But I used to kill... uh, let's save that part for later, hm? That's about all, oh, and I come from Sunnydale... a place pretty damn far from here if you ask me. That's why I'm kinda dirty, sleeping it ditches and hitchhiking all around doesn't make you the cleanest of people." Faith looked at her clasped hands.
"Uh... k-killed what?"
Faith's head shot up and she looked nervously into Tru's eyes.
"N-nothing."
"If it was nothing then you wouldn't have said it's nothing. You would have said fish, or deer or people or something."
"Vampires."
"Pft, what?" Tru scoffed, but Faith's face remained serious.
"I'm a slayer. A vampire slayer."
Tru just stared in shock, and major disbelief. But she was forced to believe this, as her friend's face remained serious.
"Vampires don't even-"
"Exist? No, of course not. Not to you, at least. I come from Sunnydale, like I said, but Sunnydale is located on a place called the Hellmouth. It acts sorta like a vamp and demon magnet. That's why there aren't many around here... There might be some, but you won't know who they were unless they're out at night and- sorry, babbling."
Faith waved her hand in front of her double's face.
"Hey, anybody in there?"
Tru blinked and nodded, still staring in shock.
Faith got up from her side of the booth and prepared for an exit. "Well, now that I've officially weirded you out, I guess this is my cue to leave!" She grinned and turned to walk away, but was stopped by a pleading hand.
"Don't go. I haven't told you about me yet."
"Oh? And what exactly is there to tell hm? Lemme guess, you work at a big office as some sort of bubbly secretary, you have a super-cute boyfriend that you share an apartment, and pay the bills with, and you probably have some best friend you share all your secrets with!" She smiled in a I-know- I'm-right-so-watcha-gonna-do-about-it way.
"Sit. And listen. None of that is right, except the friend part."
The look on Faith's face was pure shock. But she sat.
"o...kay?"
"I work in a morgue, with a creepy but nice enough guy named Davis, I'm single, but I have an ex who works in the same morgue as me, which makes life super-awkward, and I have a best friend named Lindsey who is got married yesterday and doesn't even know it yet."
"Um, how does that wedding part work?"
"Oh, wouldn't you just love to know?." Tru shot her a sly glance and placed an order for the both of them when the bubbly blonde waitress came around.
-And I'll show you love Because we're all alone Put business aside For life passes by And I'll part your hair When it's in your eyes Love Dirty stained jeans with the patches on the side Got an 8x10 for ya to sign-
(AUTHOR'S NOTE #2 Sorry, but you won't be finding out what Tru said anytime soon, the next chapter takes place a week later.)