Fearless Lioness waits impatiently, "Oh, your finally here, about time. This is my first Buffy Fic. So be nice, and tell me what you think"
Haunted
Hair fell around her bare ankles. Then a searing pain went into her stomach and a dark drop fell down to the floor meeting cold stone and splashing everywhere. More drops followed, staining the floor, small rivers of red ran away from her shaking form.
"Faith?"
"Faith?"
The dark haired woman ignored the doctors, she muttered and cooed to herself. Her knees draw up to her chest as she rocked back and forth.
"Faith?" some other doctor asked. The woman's dark eyes half focused from underneath a curtain of dark hair and stopped sharply.
Her wrists jutted out of the clothes she'd been given as her hand shakily rose up, and bone thin fingers traced and fluttered over the man's hand. Then they snapped round his wrist, her dark eyes stared into his, as her long and unkempt finger nails dug into his skin, the man whimpered.
Her face was expressionless as she broke his, wrist. Guards were running in, dragging and pulling her away form the screaming man.
Then her thin, shell of a body went limp and as they pushed needles into her arms, she said something so softly no one could hear it
Buffy yawned surprising tired. After the slayers had been awoken, they're powers had dimmed once again becoming potentials.
"Yo, Buffster" said Xander coming into the kitchen, followed by Dawn, her long hair swinging.
Buffy's smile turned into another yawn.
"Tired" asked Dawn, grabbing popcorn out the microwave.
"Yeah, through I don't know why" said Buffy.
Her thoughts were cut off, from the shrill ring of the telephone.
"Hello?" she asked annoyed at being interrupted.
"Are you Miss, Summers"
"Yeah…" Buffy suddenly had flashing of worst case scenarios.
"Do you know, a woman by the name of Faith?"
"Faith…" Buffy breathed, Faith had disappeared nearly a year ago, and even they had stopped looking for her. "Yes, what she done?"
Dawn and Xander were watching her silently.
"You had better sit down," the voice said wearily "Miss Summers, Faith is in a Psychotic Ward."
Buffy did sit down then, her brain unable to connect, "Can I see her?" she whispered.
"Are you family?"
"About the only family she's got" said Buffy quietly down the phone. And so the conversation went on.
In the end Buffy, Xander and Willow went to see Faith. Dawn stayed at home, complaining of a headache.
Buffy gripped Xander's arm hard enough to bruise as a weary looking man led them into a small, room, with a window in it.
Willow let out a little scream, and Buffy followed her gaze.
On the other side of the glass, the room, with it's plastic floor chipped tilted walls and bared windows was a bed.
On it a young woman sat, feet dangling uselessly, shoulders rolled forward. Her limp unwashed raven brown hair, was dirty and knotted. Falling in clumps over her face.
Her skin was a deathly pale, and her once dark lips were thin and white.
Her arms and legs were like sticks, long and narrow, with no muscles or fat.
Her dark eyes were completely still, her pupils small pin pricks of black, they stared dumbly in front her. She looked like death itself.
Faith pushed back her hair slowly, her weak arm falling to her side almost at once.
"Oh Goddess" Willow was looking in shock and horror.
Faith head suddenly snapped up, and she leapt to her feet, her thin faded night-dress falling to bony knees. She flew at the glass, slamming into it. Her hands clenched into and she started to batter the glass. The glass shook, and everyone unconsciously took a step back.
"Let me out!" screamed Faith, throwing herself against the glass. Buffy held her breath, she could feel Faith staring right at her, even through there was no way, Faith could see through the mirror on her side.
Then the crazed look on her face dimmed , and Faith eyes were was again dark and sparkling almost like the night they'd met.
"Hey B," she said placing both hands on the glass calmly her eyes shadowed. "Miss me?"
Laughter echoed around the hospital.
Dawn grumbled as she sat down, turning on the T.V.
"Your too young" she muttered pretending to be Buffy. She folded her legs under her, and positioned the large bowl of crisps on her lap.
The T.V lit up the dark room, and Dawn got into the movie.
Wind rustled outside, it swirled around making patterns in the drive way. Finally it struck the door, making a loud banging noise. Dawn jumped and annoyed put the bowl down and went to answer.
"Hello?" she asked looking outside, Dawn shrugged and a little nervously went back inside.
"Just the wind" explained Dawn to herself, as she heard the windows rattling faintly. Suddenly one smashed open, glass flew inside. Screaming Dawn leapt back, away. Her heart beating fast she ran up stairs and grabbed the large axe Buffy had left on her bed.
Something was moving in the living room, it's breathing loud and muffled, heavy footfalls moved to the hall.
Dawn peaked from the landing, her eyes wide, and her breath short, she clutched the axe, her palms damp with fear.
Then everything was silent, Dawn held her own breath, her whole being tense.
"Hello Dawn" whispered a cold voice in her ear.
Dawn moved blindly, screaming. She threw the axe, behind herself, and leapt landing in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, she scrambled to feet, her heart pounding against her ribs.
Cruel laughter followed her. Dawn ran to the door, and tore it open, and ran straight into someone's chest.
Hands grasped her shoulders and tears fell down her face, Dawn looked up unwilling.
"Dawn?" said the man in front of her.