The Hunt

Author: Union-Jack2.0

Disclaimer: I don't own Faith. Hell, if she were to be transformed from a fictional character to a flesh-and-blood woman, no one would be able to 'own' her. She's a bit of a force of nature when you think about her. Or maybe it's just me.

Rating: PG

Setting: Season 3, night after Wesley showed up, before the Finch incident.

Spoilers: very few, if any.

Summary: Nine words: Faith, late night, cemetery, speeding vampire, chase. Read on.

Author's Notes: Just something that popped into my head whilst shaving. Whadda ya reckon?


Legs pumping, mystically-enhanced heart beating as steadily as if she were asleep, she vaulted the four foot gravestone without slowing down, closing rapidly on her prey.

Just another normal night in Sunnydale. Honestly, it was crazy the way all the short cuts led through frickin' cemeteries, and the people were even crazier for persistently using 'em. Tonight, some jock and his bleached bimbo girlfriend got jumped by four vampires. Wonder why I even bother, Faith smirked to herself. She'd saved the jock's dumb ass only last week when he stepped into the alley behind the Bronze with a girl whose heart'd stopped beating back in the Sixties if the hotpants'd been anything to go by. Some people just never learned.

Up ahead, the vampire snagged a vase someone had placed by a grave and hurled it in the Slayer's direction; Faith ducked and grinned ferally at the sound of pottery smashing as it hit a marble statue behind her. This guy clearly wasn't a fighter. Neither had his buddies; took her all of two secs flat to dust them and for him to haul ass outta there.

She'd catch up and stake him in less than a minute, and this would all be over. In a few hours it'd be daylight and she'd go back to the motel, back to dodging the lecherous advances of her landlord. Back to the new prissy pipsqueak Watcher. Back to lurking in the shadows of B's gang, being 'the other Slayer'. Back to being second best, being on the outside. Being ogled by the lustful and glared at by the jealous.

But that was the future, this was now. And in the moment, Faith was free of all worries. In the moment, her world was simple, narrowed down to the hunt. The chase.

And she was going to make damn sure to enjoy every last precious second.