"I'll find something, I'll find something." Faith kept saying over and over to herself sarcastically. She had torn apart her entire closet and hadn't found anything. She didn't often care about what other people thought of her but sometimes it was nice to just dress up and have everyone love what she was wearing. She shrugged and just guessed that everyone felt like that sometimes. The Mayor had always tried to get her to dress up and she hated it, she would rebel silently by wearing even tighter leather clothes, shorter skirts, and showing more cleavage then even she liked. She had a feeling that Angel would up and die completely if he saw her wearing any of it now. She glad he didn't see her wearing it then for that matter. She looked like a whore all the time then, she was glad Angel never brought it up. He knew though, he knew what she was; it didn't matter if he brought it up or not, he knew what she was like. Maybe she had something to wear that would prove to everyone that she changed. She found a red dress in the very back. She had bought it after Angel left and completely forgot she had it. She saw it in a window in slightly expensive store. She almost didn't buy it but she did anyway, she just returned some of the other clothes she had already gotten. It went down to her ankles with cut open sleeves. That back was open and went deep down with crisscrosses going down it in an ancient Rome style. She loved it. "Well why not," she said out loud. "I bought it; I might as well wear it."



Angel was in the lobby wearing an uncharacteristic suit. With him were Cordelia and Wesley. Cordelia was wearing a long fashionable green dress that showed she wasn't afraid to show off her beauty. Wesley like Angel was wearing a tux.

"Even I don't take this long to get dressed." Said Cordelia starting to get annoyed. They'd been waiting for 20 min.

"Maybe she changed her mind." Suggested Wesley. "I don't see Faith as type who would enjoy Opera." Angel looked over his shoulder. Wesley may have 'forgiven' Faith but being in an enclosed space with her like a car made him nervous beyond belief.

"You know what, why don't you two go ahead, here's your tickets, Faith and I will meet you there." Wesley looked incredibly relieved.

"Angel don't you think we should wait with-"

"No Cordelia, Angle's right lets go, no point in us all being late." He said practically pulling her out.

Angel turned around once again and looked up the stairs. Where was Faith? It can't take that long to find something to wear. Maybe she did change her mind. He let out a sigh and walked up the stairs. And headed towards Faith room and knocked on the door.

"Faith, You coming?" he said wondering if she heard him.

"Yeah, I guess......You know Angel opera is not really my thing maybe I should just stay home."

"Come on Faith, Wesley and Cordelia left already, there waiting for us there, let's go."

"Fine! I'm coming." Faith opened the door. Faith looked stunning by any ones standards. She had her hair up in a messy but neat bun and was wearing silver earrings.

"So.....how do I look?" she asked with an uncommon seriousness in her voice.

"You look beautiful." He absolutely meant that. She looked like a Greek goddess. "Ready to go?" he asked suddenly hoping she didn't notice his stare.

"Sure. What's the worst that could happen?"



Faith looked around outside the old and expensive looking building. Everyone was in tuxedos and dresses with expensive jewelry. Definitely not Faith's crowd. She looked around and immediately knew she shouldn't have come. These people would never accept her. She wasn't raised anything like these people. A lot of the men seemed to keep glancing at her with odd looks. The whole thing was making her nervous. Angel who was standing next to her saw the frown on her face and hoped she didn't regret coming. He wanted her to have a good time. All the men looking at her however was driving him crazy. Part of him wanted to rip there eyes out but another part couldn't really blame them, Faith was gorgeous he could hardly stop looking at her himself. She was so close he could touch her, unfortunately she'd probably kill him for it so he kept his hands to himself.

"Ready to go in?" she asked as if questioning herself more then him.

"Yeah lets go. Wesley and Cordelia are waiting for us already"



Faith sat in an expensive balcony seat with Angel, Wesley, and Cordelia.

"Angel not that I'm one to look a gift horse in the mouth but how did you get these seats? There not exactly cheap."

"A girl we helped. Her father owns the entire theatre or something."

"This is fun, we should come her more often." Cordelia said smiling. "The people, the culture, the music....."

"The handsome young man that was flirting with you in the lobby..." Wesley finished for her.

"You are such a prude."

"Am not."

"Are too!"

And away they go. Faith thought to herself. Noticed that Angel was being quiet and kept throwing her strange glances. 'Am I doing something wrong?' she decided to break his silence as Wesley and Cordelia bickered on next to them.

"So what is this opera about? I'm not going to be able to understand it while it's happening so you might as well tell me now!" she said stretching her arms in a way that seemed a bit odd with the outfit she was wearing. Angel smiled watching her. No matter what you did to her no matter what she wore, she was always going to be Faith.

"The play is called Tosca it's written by a man named Giacomo Puccini. It's a story that takes place centuries ago in Rome." He started not taking his eyes off her. "It all starts with a very beautiful and strong woman named Floria Tosca. She is in love with this guy called Cavaradossi and he loves her back, but she captures the attention of a man named Scarpia, Rome's lecherous chief of police. Scarpia knows the only way to get to her is through her lover so he goes after him. To save her lover from torture and death, she agrees to submit but kills Scarpia as he is about to claim his prize. But Scarpia extracts his revenge. Cavaradossi, dies by firing squad, Scarpia never planned to let him go. When Tosca hears this she is heart broken, not only over her lovers death but over the fact that she feels that his death was her fault. Racked with guilt she leaps to her death."

"Well that's a good strong moral ending if I ever heard one." Faith said sarcastically.

"It's not about morals, it's about love." He said right before the opera began.



"How'd you like it?" asked Angel on there way out of the building.

"I thought it was great. I still have no idea what those people were saying but it sounded beautiful." She said with a small laugh in her voice.

"I could take you to more if you like. There are new ones every week practically." He said hoping she would say yes. There was nothing he'd like more then to go out with her that often.

"Yeah." She said grabbing his hand. "I'd like that."



Angel and Faith were alone in the dark kissing passionately when Faith felt an arm go around her waist and pull her away. She looked around, was Torry. She felt a knife suddenly in her hands. She stabbed him with it with out any hesitation. In pain he let go of her. She turned around to see that Angel was no where to be found. She started to run forward but suddenly the ground in front of her disappeared and it became a cliff she kept moving forward and started to fall.

Faith sat straight up in bed giving out a small scream.