Finally, she got up.
Her head throbbed from something she'd been forced to take from Angel. What was it called? A vacuum? No. Vacium?
Whatever it was, she didn't know, but it had knocked her out hard. Rolling out of bed the Slayer, in pajamas and puzzled on how they'd gotten on, scratched her head lazily as she lethargically went down the staircase.
Another Slayer approached. "What are you, an elephant?" she said, her British tone gliding from her tongue. Faith sneered at her tiredly before slipping on the last step but regaining her balance once more. Faith went into the living room, for she wasn't hungry much. But, in this particular were about ten girls. Faith slumped against the wooden doorframe. "Get out." She growled.
"Go smell the fresh coffee, Faith." A Slayer named Sadie said sarcastically. The head brunette, worn out as she had been this past month, simply turned around and shuffled into the kitchen.
There wasn't fresh coffee, which the eldest was peeved about.
Faith sat down roughly onto a barstool and tried to eat, drink, whatever, but that medication hadn't worn off, giving her the want to throw up.
With her hoarse voice, she asked, "What time did Angel leave last night?" The three or so girls in the room looked at each other, shrugging.
"He was upstairs the whole night, we figured that you guys were spending time with each other or something." Faith rolled her eyes, looking out the window. He had to have left around dawn, or else he could still be in the house. Why was she suddenly so obsessed with Angel?
She shook her head, clearing her mind. "Get my smokes." She ordered to Rona. Rona looked Faith square in the eye. The older Slayer looked away. She hated it when people looked her straight in the eye.
"I threw them out." She replied simply, turning away and turning on the water from the sink. Faith jumped up, the stool falling behind her.
"You what!" she growled, holding Rona up, the younger Slayer's feet coming up off the ground.
"Faith?" a young child's voice said behind her.
She dropped Rona and spun around, getting an instant hot flash and almost collapsing. "Hey, babe." She said, stumbling on her way to pick up the kid. "Good morning, kiddo. How are ya?" she asked, picking Jillian up and walking her over to the barstool, picking it up and setting her on it. "Do you want some cheerios? Fruit loops?"
Jillian shrugged, staring at all the cereal boxes.
Faith closed her eyes painfully, leaving the child alone on the stool. She staggered over to the medicine cabinet and blindly went through, trying to find some Advil for her head. Bottles fell from the cabinet and onto the tile floor, another Slayer they called Sam picked them up when she found a bottle. Finally, Faith found what she was looking for, fumbling with the top that just wouldn't seem to come off.
All around her Slayers started to watch: from the hallway, the space between the living room and the kitchen, the dining room, outside, and the kitchen, as well. She didn't notice until she threw the bottle onto the floor, screaming quietly. The Slayer leaned back on the sink, and then slid down the cabinet, dark curls falling into her face as she covered it.
"Faith?" Vi said, stepping forward and kneeling down. She picked up the bottle, opened it, and poured about two or three pills into her hand. Sam handed Vi and glass of water. "Come, on, I've got some Ibuprofen and some water." Faith looked up, wiping a few thick strands from her face to reveal wet streaks, staining her rough personality.
The younger Slayer opened up Faith's hand, placing the pills into her hand and giving her the glass in the other.
Rona looked at all the girls surrounding them. Including Jillian.
"She's been sitting there for over two hours." Vi reported to Xander. Both of their views were on Faith who was still sitting by the sink in the kitchen.
"Do you know what's wrong with her?" he asked.
"No," Sam replied.
"Oh, stop being so overdramatic." Sadie said sardonically. "Clearly, she's mourning over the loss of Buffy and Angel."
"Angel?" Xander asked, looking over at Sadie.
"Yeah," Rona said. "He left earlier. Or last night. We're not sure." Xander nodded.
The male stood up, walking into the dining room to get a closer view of Faith. "We're all mourning for Buffy. She was my best friend, she trained most of you, and she was the bravest person I ever knew."
"She and Jillian are taking this the hardest," someone said in the living room. Xander looked behind him, hoping to catch whoever said that. He didn't, looking down at his shoes.
"Where's Jillie?" he asked one of the girls next to him quietly.
Rona looked first in the kitchen, then in the living room. "I don't know, she just kind of…"
"Disappeared after the big outburst by Faith." Vi finished. She looked over to Xander who was already gone.
A hard knock on the door sent everyone who was sitting up to their feet.
"Inspectors, open up!" a low voice yelled, following with another few loud bangs. Sadie opened the door. This wasn't anything new. Inspectors had come pretty much once every three or four days to examine the house and it's surroundings for any signs of or for this Sickness. Rona opened the door right before they were about to crash through it, men in dark and bulky suits moving in.
"Living room: clear." One said, declaring what his radar had said.
"Dining room: clear!" Another said pushing past Xander who was trying to hide Faith in the kitchen.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" A man who's face was covered asked, kneeling down and tilted Faith's head up with his gloved hand quickly. With his other, he roughly pulled open her eyelids. Faith shook her head from his grasp, letting her head fall to her chest again. He looked to Xander. "Is this one sick?"
"No," Xander replied, kicking a pill bottle quietly under the island. All this was making sense. According to the girls, anyways. "Of course not. We all got our injections three weeks ago."
The masked man took one more look at Faith and then called in the rest. "Possible victim, let's get her in the truck." Two others nodded, picking her up and trailing her to the front door where the leader opened it up.
"She's not sick!" Vi and Rona exclaimed, running after them.
But the men kept walking.