Wow. I mean…wow. I received so many reviews I am…wow…you reviewers ROCK!

I'm not going to try and answer all the reviews, but it was very funny reading everyone's reviews who were questioning my sanity. I'm just going to say, I hated it as much as you did, Snape is ew, and poor Sirius, but it had to be done. Let me just tell you this though; if you thought that was bad…wait a couple more chapters. Things are gonna get even worse.

Attention There is so bad language ahead, so beware.

Chapter 33. Confrontations.

Buffy walked quietly back to her room, her hand busy with fixing her untidy hair. Her clothes were ruffled and creased; her lip stick smeared over her face and her bra strap was unhooked.

She felt even worse than she looked. She had kissed Snape, Snape the disgusting, slimy, greasy haired, broody, glare-y Potions Master. What the hell was wrong with her?

It seemed fine at the time, exciting, dangerous, something new, even though she had just found Sirius. The thought of Sirius had disappeared from her mind though at the time, and only reappeared when Severus unhooked her bra. All the feelings of how it was wrong, how he was so wrong for her, and how much Buffy cared for Sirius came flooding back and Buffy had shoved Snape off her (forcibly) and had hurried out of the corridor.

Buffy wrung her hands as she walked quickly and down the corridors, torches alight on the walls. She had a problem now. Two, in fact.

Buffy knew a passionate and meaningful kiss when she took part in one, and she had known immediately that the kiss was not just a meaningless thing for Snape. In fact, it seemed as if he had really wanted to kiss her…and that meant…

Snapey? Mr-I'm-so-evil-so-I-glare? Had a crush on her?

Ew.

That was not of the nice thoughts. Oh no. But Buffy could say right at that moment, that she did not have a crush on Snape. Oh no. Far from it.

Problem number two-Sirius. The man she was supposed to be with. And if she was supposed to be with Sirius, why was she making with the kissage with Snape? Buffy had been naughty, and she wanted to clear her guilty conscience. Very badly.

It was not like she loved Sirius. But she cared for him a great deal, and Buffy knew, that given time, she could learn to love him. She had opened her heart to so many others before Sirius, and she had gotten shot down, so many times. Angel, Parker, Riley, Angel, Steven, who she had caught him cheating on her while living in Chicago three years ago. Her history with guys was not of the good.

So that was why Buffy had to come clean with Sirius. She liked him a lot, and she felt that he would never hurt her, and she wanted to do things right. So she would tell him that she had kissed Snape, his arch rival, and things will be ok.

Yeah, in her dreams.

She had kissed Snape, Sirius' arch rival! How bitchy could she get? Geez, let's stick a knife in Sirius' back while we're on it!

Ok, so maybe telling Sirius about the kiss was not such a good idea after all.

Buffy sighed as she muttered the password to Drusilla, and the portrait door swung open. All she wanted to do was settle down in her bed and close her tired eyes and let her mind at rest. Then, in the morning, she could think about telling Sirius.

Good plan. Buffy thought, as she took off her coat and opened the door to her room. Good plan.

Fuck the plan. She thought, as she spotted Sirius sitting on the edge of her bed, glaring at the floor.

Oh shit. He knew.

Sirius looked up to her, his blue eyes staring into her own.

Oh yeah, he knew.

Faith sat on the ground, the cold wet grass freezing her buttocks, but she did not care. Her legs were outstretched in front on her, she was resting on her hands that were placed on the cold grass and her eyes stared into the dark forest.

She was right at the border of the forest, lying down, and waiting for something evil to jump out at her. Two stakes and a knife lay next to her waist. Her heeled feet dug into the hard ground, her body metres away from being swallowed by the dark shadows. She enjoyed it out here. Not only was she taunting the evil creatures inside, but she was listening to the quiet. You did not get this kind of quiet in Los Angeles.

She was provoking evil. She was getting so close to it that evil could smell, see, and almost taste her. But they could not touch. Faith would not let herself touch evil.

Soft footsteps padded their way towards her from behind and Faith tensed. Not because she thought it was something evil, but because it was him. He stopped a metre away from her, watching her as she sat up and started to twirl her stake in her fingers.

"You're early." Faith said, breaking the silence.

"I couldn't stay away. I needed to know."

"You've kept away a lot. Arriving one day earlier doesn't tell me you cared." Faith retorted bitterly, still staring into the forest.

Charlie sighed behind her, and shifted his footing. "I tried to stay away, but my curiosity is starting to eat me."

Faith chuckled, an empty hollow sound. "So you want to know if I really went on a killing spree."

Charlie hesitated, but then decided to tell the truth. "Yes. I want to know the truth, everything."

"It's not all sunshine and roses, Charlie-boy." She said lightly, still looking into the forest. She had not looked at him yet.

"I'm aware."

Faith collected her weapons and stood up, brushing the seat of her pants. "You could run you know. Get the hell away from me as fast as possible and never look back."

"I don't want to."

"I'm giving you the easy way out."

"I think I care about you too much to do that." Charlie said softly, and Faith slowly turned to look at him, laying her eyes on him for the first time in many weeks. His hair was burnt, and was different lengths on his head. He was smiling that boyish grin, that grin that Ron and Xander seemed to have. Comforting. His robes were old and worn, burnt patches on it from some dragon or another and his boots were caked in mud.

God, she had missed him.

Faith started to walk back to the castle, and Charlie followed quietly, waiting for her to start talking. She swallowed nervously and started. "It was an accident. B and I were patrolling and I accidentally staked a man. B freaked, and so did I, but I hid it. That's always been my thing I guess, hiding what I really feel. Five by five, all the fucking time, but I wasn't. Not really."

And so Faith poured out everything that had happened, her father-daughter relationship with the Mayor, the many times she killed, the sick feeling in her stomach when she did it, the fight with Buffy, the feeling of her knife sliding into her gut, her awakening from her coma, the driving hate for Buffy, her recruitment at Wolfram and Hart, the self hate she felt as she tortured Wesley, the desperation she felt when she tried to persuade Angel to kill her, her imprisonment, her escape, when Buffy had helped her out many years ago and the never ending guilt of the lives she took and the feelings she hurt in that one year she was bad.

Buffy closed the door behind her and stood to face Sirius. She casually threw her jacket on the chair across the room and took her wand from out of her pocket and put it on her bedside table. Throughout this, her hands were shaking nervously and she was well aware that Sirius' eyes were on her.

She had never seen so much pain before. At least, not in a human. After Angel had come back from hell, his eyes told of the pain and torture he had suffered there, and from the look in Sirius' eyes, it seemed that he had suffered the same.

How the hell did he find out?

"I saw you." He said gruffly and Buffy stopped in her tracks.

Freaky.

"Kissing…him." Sirius added after some effort. Buffy sighed sadly and willed herself to look at him.

"Sirius-"She started, but Sirius cut her off by standing abruptly.

"Don't make excuses Buffy. It's too late for that." He said angrily.

"But I didn't-"

"Didn't what? Break my bloody heart to see you two standing there, kissing like there was no tomorrow?"

Buffy felt awful. "I'm so sorry." She said quietly.

Sirius took a step toward her, his hands clenched in rage. "He's my fucking enemy Buffy! The person I hate the most besides Peter!"

"I didn't mean to. It just happened." Buffy argued.

"Sure, so your lips just fell onto his?" Sirius asked angrily. "I've heard it before, Buffy. But I'd never thought I'd hear it from you, I never thought I'll be in this position with you. What happened to the Buffy I used to know?"

"She grew up Sirius!" Buffy shouted angrily. She did not feel guilty anymore, she felt angry. "I'm not a little kid anymore Sirius! I'm not little Buffy Evans, sweet, energetic little Buffy. I'm not her! She died when I became the slayer." Buffy added roughly, glaring at Sirius. "Why the hell are you with me if you think that's what I am?"

"Buffy-"He said, but now it was Buffy's turn to cut him off.

"If you're with me to keep the memory of my sister and her husband alive, then forget it. They're dead Sirius! I know you were in Azkaban, I know the Dementors did something to you which I can't understand, but they are dead Sirius. Dating me is not going to bring them back, remind you of the memories we had, the good times we enjoyed together. They died a long time ago and you have to let it go. I am not Lily. Harry is not James. So let that rest!"

Sirius stared at her, dumbstruck. At first, Buffy thought he was upset, but as the seconds went on, he turned angry. "Is that what you think I'm doing? Do you think that the only reason I'm with you is because you're Lily's sister? Give me some more credit, for Merlin's sake! I'm with you, because I care about you! I'm with you, because I love the way you are, your determination, your strength, everything! If you think the only reason that I am with you is because you are Lily's sister, than you are severely mistaken."

Buffy sighed, closing her eyes briefly. She needed to think. Everything was too mixed up; she needed to sort things out. But Sirius wouldn't let her.

"Why the hell are you angry with me? You're the one that kissed bloody Snape! You're the one who bloody betrayed me! So don't get angry at me Buffy!"

Buffy opened her eyes again and looked directly at Sirius. His hair untidily fell about his face, his blue eyes spoke of hurt and anger and his fists were clenched firmly by his sides.

"Can we do this tomorrow?" Buffy asked, sitting on her bed, her eyes threatening to close. "I don't have enough strength for this. Not now."

Sirius glared at her and strode past her, stopping momentarily at the door. "Fine. You sleep. You talk about it in the morning. Just don't expect me to listen." And he slammed the door, the sound echoing in Buffy's room.

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