A/N : Yay to you reviewers whom I love so much! I got bunches of good feedback which just made my birthday so much better. ((even though it's not for another... five days!!! )) I used a little of the dialogue from certain episodes of Buffy that happened to have Buffy/Faith convo in it.
Everytime I go to write a new chapter I find a song that fits SO perfect. Lol so if There are songs in like, every chappie, sorry and still love me!!! Im addicted XD. This is a mix of different songs that fit really neatly with the story. Heh, I just said 'neat'... ly. Okay well there are songs by Slayer, Pennywise and other bands that I do not claim to own. Ever. Ever...
Chapter 8 : The Enemy or The Friend?
Now as the days are becoming much more shorter
Your journey is slowly reaching the end
Cold wind reminds you of me
As you crawl on this frozen soil
Buffy stared wide-eyed at the dark haired girl that she hadn't seen it what felt like a lifetime. She gulped. Hard. "W-What do you want, Faith?" She asked softly as she touched her jaw for any damage.
None.
Looks like the whole 'Slayer's don't bruise easily' thing was still in tact. Good.
Faith shrugged. "To hurt you. What else could be so appealing to my appetite?"
"Naked men?" Buffy asked cockily with a raise of her eyebrow. "What else could a slut want?"
Faith sneered and began to circle her opponent. Buffy did the same, circling Faith with a glare imprinted on her beautiful features. They looked menacing, both ready to attack, both ready to kill.
"Where's your fanged lover? Prince Charming not come to save the fucking day yet?" She asked with venom leaking through each word. Buffy smirked and stopped circling, setting her hands innocently on her hips.
"You mean the one who looks like he's gonna rip out your jugular and use it as a straw any second?"
Faith turned swiftly to see a very pissed off Angel standing in game-face behind her. He was about six feet away and face clenching his fists to calm himself down. A low, deep growl erupted from his throat as he watched the two carefully.
"Yo, tall, dark, and broody, ya gonna join in on the fun? We could have a whole hell of a good time. You 'n' me? Ya know what they say, save a horse - ride a cowboy... or in this case, vampire." She gave him an appreciative look as she thought about the things she could do to that deluctable body.
Before she knew what had happened, Faith felt an elbow jab against her nose and then a nail scratch against her eye. Damn, everything was fuzzy now in her left eye.
Buffy stood with her face in a resolved look. "No undressing my boyfriend with your eyes. No having kinky thoughts about my boyfriend. And no, I repeat, no making sexual remarks like that about my boyfriend in front of me... or him."
Faith squinted and gritted her teeth. "And why the fuck not?!"
Buffy smiled cheekily. "Because that just gives me one more reason to kick your ass."
Faith punched Buffy and Buffy stumbled back. She quickly recovered and kicked Faith hard in the abdomen, sending Faith onto the small couch that sat in front of the fireplace.
Angel looked like he was ready to get Buffy out of there and snap Faith's neck, or something along those lines, but instead he stood watching Buffy beat the hell out of the brunette slayer.
"Tell me Faith, have you been a bad girl? Have you been acting a little... " She put her index finger to the side of her head and twirled it around. "... psychotic?"
Life filled with hate
I am leaving the scars
That make you bleed
The blood red tears
Faith's chesnut eyes had turned a deep black of pure fury. "I hate you." She said through clenched teeth. She reached her feet and attempted to lunge at Buffy, knocking the small blonde hard on top of the wooden coffee table.
"Ow!" Buffy yelped. She looked up into the dark pools and smiled, ignoring the pain. "Good."
Faith frowned in confusion. "Don't you hate me? You're supposed to hate me!" Her breathing was becoming erratic and unsteady. The dark haired slayer was beginning to hyperventilate.
"I don't hate you Faith. You just kinda annoy me with the whole 'I'ma kill you' gig."
Buffy shoved Faith off of her and jumped to her feet. Angel had wrapped one arm around Faith's small neck and had the other around her torso, holding her to him with a hard enough grip to bruise even a slayer.
Faith gasped for air and struggled while watching Buffy move towards her. "Angel do something."
Angel's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? What do you mean?" He asked while still holding a squirming Faith.
"Angel! If you don't do something I think I'm going to kill her..."
With a nod, Angel squeezed hard against Faith's air passage and let it close. He watched as Faith went limp in his arms. His dark eyes moved to his love with a concerned expression.
Now coldness reaches your flesh
And frost creeps into your heart
Again I drift to my past life so fake, so wrong
I am the creation of lies what you told
And I'm feeding the pain I never reach for
The flaxen-haired vampire stood on the front steps outside their building with his cell phone in his hand. He listened as Angel gave him instructions and nodded.
"Right... Yea... Got it... Sorry to hear that, mate... Right then...." He hung up and slid the phone into his pocket. When Spike entered the apartment again he found Gunn sitting on the couch with Wesley talking to Illyria about something that wasn't audible.
"Peaches just called--"
"Peaches?" Gunn asked with a raised eyebrow.
Spike nodded and managed to say with a serious face, "Yeah, that's what he likes me to call him when we're at a shag, ya know?"
Gunn gave a loud cough and just looked away. Spike gave him an incredulous look. "Can't you take a bloody joke? I'm a funny guy, I should be laughed at... Well... laughed with..."
Wesley and Illyria had both turned their attention to Spike now. Wesley noticed how uncomfortable the three looked and frowned. "Alright, so Angel called and what did he say? Hmm Spike?"
"Peroxide!" Yelled Gunn loudly causing Spike to un-zone. He pulled a pack of cheap cigarettes from his duster pocket and lit one up.
"He said that our little vixen has paid them a visit. She and Blondie played tag for a while until Blondie decided either Angel had to do something or our little Faithy would be dead..."
"Doesn't bother me any." Muttered Gunn.
Illyria twisted her head a bit to look at Gunn with narrow eyes. "If she is to die, she shall die from my victorious hands ripping out each vein from her mortal body."
Gunn swallowed harshly and nodded. "Right."
Spike sighed exasperatedly. "As I was saying, something's wrong with Buffy. She's in shock 'bout something. I wasn't really listening. I'm takin' Blue and we're gonna go get Red and then see Peaches and Blondie."
Gunn blinked. "Blue, Red, Peaches, Blondie, Useless, and Black? Do all your nicknames come from your stupidity?"
Spike nodded. "You forgot Captain Forehead and Smurf."
Illyria hissed. "I am not what you useless humans call 'Smurf'!"
Gunn shrugged. "See? She resents that."
Wesley rolled his eyes and just walked into his office.
"Yo English! Where ya goin?!" Called Gunn behind him.
Life filled with hate
I am leaving the scars
That make you bleed
The blood red tears
Angel rubbed Buffy's shoulders gently as she sat at the edge of the bed in the mansion. She faced the wall with her eyes glued onto the dark stone that surrounded her. She hadn't moved in minutes and she wouldn't speak.
"Buffy, tell me what's wrong. What's going on?" Angel knew he needed to break through this barrier of silence before he could help.
She seemed like a doll. She didn't move, didn't speak, didn't do anything but stare. Stare at blank nothingness that led to somewhere only Buffy saw.
Her eyes were filled to the brim with unshed tears and she didn't even bother to blink them away.
"Buffy you need to talk to me. I can't help you unless you do."
"There's nothing to talk about." She said softly. If it wasn't for his vampric hearing, Angel wouldn't have heard it at all.
He had set the unconscious Faith on the couch after tieing her hands and legs together so she couldn't escape if and when she woke up.
Well it comes as no surprise don't you realize
You cant back up deceit with more sad alibis
Cause you never are to blame driving you insane
Cause when your words are gone the damage still remains
Dark bluish black hair whipped across Spike's face as he and Illyria got off the plane. It wasn't too long of a ride to Cleveland but it was still a while to put up with the annoying blue-haired woman that walked in front of him.
"We're goin' to Willow's house. 'Member what I said, pet? No burning her at the stake and no hittin'."
Illyria frowned indignantly. "I will not obey, you lower species of vampiric stature. You disgust me."
Spike shrugged. "Right. So, ready?" He asked opening the rental car door. Reluctantly, Illryia climbed inside, not once taking her eyes from Spike. He gave her the 'are-you-completley-insane-AND-blue-or-is-it-just-me?' look which she ignored.
It wasn't more than an hour later that Spike pulled the car to a halt in front of a quaint, blue house. It was small but looked
Willow-ish. There was a light on in the front room and in one of the back windows.
Spike opened the door for Illyria and helped her out.
"Thank you."
"I am the gentleman." He said with a smirk that could knock a girl off her feet. He then led Illyria to the front porch and knocked on the door.
After a minute the door's lock sounded and then it opened a crack. When a young girl with a pretty face and long dirty blonde hair opened the door, she smiled shyly at Spike and Illyria. She opened it a little further to allow them in.
"Y-You must b-be Sp-Spike and Ilyria. I, I'm T-Tara." She stuttered out.
Illyria took no time to step inside of the house and look around, ready to make bland comments. Spike stood outside waiting for an invitation. Tara looked at him expectantly.
"Uhh.. I kind of need to be invited.."
Tara's eyes widened for a moment and then she nodded. "Right.. Right Um, w-would you like.. to- to come in?"
Spike entered with a nod. "Thanks. Where's Red?"
Tara frowned then smiled in understanding. "Oh! You mean Willow. She'll be down in a few minutes. She was getting dressed from her shower."
Tara seemed to be okay when talking about Willow. Spike could tell the two were really in love. The look in Tara's eyes at the name of Willow and the way her voice was confident and strong. She was happy.
Illryia ran her fingers inspectingly over a sketch of two lovers embracing eachother. "It gives of warmth and love. I dislike it."
A perky redhead came rushing down the stairs pulling a brush through her damp hair. She wore a pair of worn jeans that weren't exactly tight but they weren't baggy and a green sweater that brought out her eyes. She smiled at the sketch.
"Angel drew it. He said he couldn't hold on to it anymore and wanted to throw it away, but I insisted on keeping it."
Spike looked thoroughly impressed. "Peaches drew this? It's bloody brilliant." Spike said in admiration.
Willow nodded as she, too, admired the sketch, her arms folded over her arms. "He gave it to me right after Buffy went into a coma."
"You don't think it's of him and Buffy do you?" Asked Tara from her quiet seat on the couch.
Willow shrugged nonchalantly. "It's crossed my mind but I can't make any accusations." Willow suddenly threw her arms around Spike and hugged him which he gratefully returned.
Illyria eyed them with disgust and snarled. "Remove your arms from the vampire."
Willow immediatley let go of Spike and turned to the 'smurf-look-a-like'. "You must be Illyria. I've heard tons about you." She looked at Spike warily. "Goddess! It's been forever! How're you?" She took a seat next to Tara on the couch.
Spike sat in a soft blue chair across from the couch but Illyria remained standing defiantly. "I'm alright. Sorry 'bout Illyria, she's a little unfriendly to new people... and old people... actually she's a bit grouchy to everyone."
Illyria huffed. "I warn you vampire, I will snap your neck."
Raising his eyebrows in a suggestive matter, Spike turned his attention back to Tara and Willow. "Angel sent us. He needs your help. Actually, Buffy needs your help."
Willow frowned nervously. "Buffy? I thought he had everything under control? I talked to her just earli-"
Spike shook his head interrupting her. He stood up and began to pace in front of them. "He did. But... Illyria kind of let Faith escape."
Everyone turned and glared at Illyria who looked expressionless. "The unstable slayer was antagonizing me. It angered me."
Tara nodded meekly and looked back at Spike. "So Faith is the evil slayer right?"
Willow nodded. "Yeah. Okay, so Faith got out... " There was another glare at the dark eyed Illyria before she smiled softly at Spike. "What happened?"
"Faith went to find Buffy and Angel. She did. She and Buffy got in a little cat fight - okay, big scary im'a-claw-your-eyes-out-of-your-bloody-head kinda fight, but that's not the point. They fought and Buffy told Peaches that if he didn't do something she was going to kill Faith. From what Angel says, she went into a kinda shock."
Tara gasped and Willow turned to look at her. "What is it?"
"Well, a Slayer's job is to protect people, not kill them. If she almost killed a human imagine how that made her feel. Especially if she wanted to."
Willow suddenly found the floor very interesting. Illyria took two steps toward the couch. "She believes she is a killer."
You don't wanna believe that you're human just like me
I'm not the enemy
By blaming me you gain control
You're just like me
You want a scapegoat for your crime
I'm not the enemy
Faith could hear talking going on in the bedroom. She tried to stand. Her hands and ankles were tied. "Damnit!" She groaned inwardly.
She heard a soft cry and sobbing begin. Buffy.
"Angel, I'm the Slayer! It's not my job to kill humans. I wanted to kill her! Something is wrong with me! I woke up wrong!"
The vampire held her close, rocking her, cradling her to his chest. "No, beloved, you didn't wake up wrong, I promise you. There's nothing wrong with wanting to hurt her. You stopped yourself. That's what's important. You didn't."
There was some sniffling and mumbling then Buffy spoke again. "That's not the point Angel. I'm not supposed to think stuff like that! It's what's gonna corrupt me like it did Faith."
Faith hissed a low, breathy sound that leaked venom.
"Buffy you need to understand this, everyone wants to do damage, even you. It's not a bad thing.. unless your Faith."
Buffy glared and she heard a small scoff from the opposite room. "I think she's awake. I should stay in here."
Angel kissed her gently on the lips, reveling in the feel of their softness against his own. After a short amount of time he pulled back, much to Buffy's dismay. "They'll be more time for this later." He said with a grin.
"Okay but just remember you promised me quality smoochies!"
Faith groaned and rolled her eyes. This was gonna be one long, hell of a night.
It seems impossible to me a tragic comedy
That I'm the villain in your twisted fantasy
But to me its not a game driving me insane
We're all just victims in your sinister charade
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