"Dave, don't." Faith moved away from him as he tried to touch her. The entire night, she had slept on her side of the bed with her back to him. She hadn't said anything once they left Stephanie and Hunter's suite, and no one but Dave had tried to talk to her. They seemed to be ready to believe everything then, but by the light of day, Faith wasn't even sure she believed it. She wanted to go down the hall and check Trish's neck. No small puncture wounds would mean it had all been a bad dream, and she could move on with her life.

But, somehow, she knew that it was all real. She knew that she had driven a piece of wood into a vampire's chest and watched it explode into dust. She knew that she had some kind of duty to solve the problems under the category of "weird" when they arose. She knew that she wasn't meant to ever be a WWE diva. What she didn't know was how her life had so drastically changed and what she was supposed to do about it now.

Everything she knew was because of feelings, not memories. Even when she said the words out loud the night before, nothing had been kick started in her. No door was unlocked in her mind. No flood of memories came forward. She still didn't know what she did before. She didn't know who she was before. All she knew was that she was strange, she was different, and she felt that she was alone.

"Faith, you've gotta talk to me." Dave sighed and his arms dropped to his side. He watched as Faith moved back and forth across the room, snatching things from tables and shoving them into her bag. "You can't just ignore me."

"Oh, really?" She snorted. "Watch me." She walked past him and he reached out, grabbing her arm. Faith turned to him with dark eyes. "Let me go."

"You're going to talk to me."

"I don't want to talk." She jerked her body backwards, but Dave tightened his grip. "Don't make me hurt you." She waited for the laugh that didn't come. After last night, he knew that she could have hurt him if she wanted to, and he was probably well aware that she really didn't want to hurt him. "Dave..."

"I'm not letting you go."

She took in a deep breath and let it fall shakily out of her mouth. She closed her eyes for a second and a small stream of tears fell from beneath her closed lids. Faith reared back and let her fist fly. Dave caught her by the wrist and she flipped over. In the process, she kicked in him the chest. By the time she was back to her feet, he was stumbling backwards, and only effort and flailing arms stopped him from hitting the floor.

"Do you see that?" Faith shook her head and wiped her cheeks. "I could have hurt you if I wanted to, and I think before, I really did want to hurt people. No, I know I did."

"Faith..."

"No! I tortured someone! Do you understand that? It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a nightmare. Nothing that I woke up sweating about at night was a dream. I tortured someone who was close to me. He did a shit job watching over me, but I still tortured him, and I would have killed him. Why? Because I wanted to die. That's a life that was going to kill me, Dave! Why the hell would I want to talk about it!"

"You're talking about it now, Faith." He sighed and shook himself. He walked towards her slowly and with much caution. Faith could see the wariness in his moves and she suddenly felt bad about kicking him. She could have done so much worse, and she didn't want to. "I know this is bad, but that was your life. Whatever you remember, I want you to talk to me about it."

"That's just it, Dave. I don't remember. I mean, there are the dreams, and the bits I'm seeing, but it's like a movie. It's like I'm watching someone else, even though it's me. I don't feel anything. Nothing is opening or sparking or any of that shit. It's just... it's what I did, and I know I did it, but I don't feel anything about it. I'm dead inside to that life."

"But last night, you were alive to it. Last night, you knew those things were out there."

"Don't tell me you believe that. I mean... vampires?" She shook her head. "Just because I'm apparently insane and believe it..."

"What would you rather us believe? That you killed someone? Don't get me wrong, Faith, we'd cover that shit up. You're one of us, we're not about to let you go down for that shit. I'm not about to let you go down for that shit. But we all saw it. Hunter's been ranting and raving all morning, but even Steph and Trish have said that we can't deny what we saw. And Ric..."

"What about Ric? Have I made him lose his last marble?"

"Ric's talking about believing this shit deeper than any of us. That he's seen 'em before or something. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd have blamed it on the effects of whatever he was doing with Piper years ago. But it doesn't matter. We saw it, and we'd have to be stupid not to believe it. This makes absolutely no sense at all... vampires and fuckin' balls of dust... but it's what happened. And now, we just have to cope."

Faith's mouth opened, but no words came out. A squeak eminated from her throat and she closed her mouth, then her eyes. She took in deep breaths, trying to calm herself. When she was finally able to talk, her voice was heavy with unshed tears of anger and frustration. "I don't remember." She hit herself in the chest. "I don't remember me, Dave. I don't know who Faith was."

"Then tell me what you do know. Tell me who Faith is now."

"Now... Now, I know... I don't know." She sat down hard on the bed. "I've always gotten these feelings... my guts would twist in fuckin' knots, ya know? I never knew what it was, but it put me on guard, but now... I know I'm something. The knots, the extra strength, the extreme night vision... it's all something that helps me know where the bad guys are so I can find them. I'm supposed to find them, and kill them. But, I don't want to search. These things are fucking everywhere, Dave. They come to me and... somebody's going to get hurt."

"We're all fine."

"Bullshit!" She jumped to her feet. "That fucker bit Trish!"

"But she's fine. I saw her this morning when you were in the shower. She's pissed, but she's already sitting with Steph to figure out the best way to cover up the little scars on her neck."

"But what if I'm not there? What if I can't save someone?"

"You're just one person. It's not your job to save the world."

"Yes, I am! That's why I'm here. That's why I have what I have. I'm supposed to save the world, and... I don't know if I can. I didnt' save anybody before. I don't think I did. I just... I ruined everyone's life."

"You're not ruining anyone's life. If this is what you have to do, then fine. But no one said you had to save the world. They may have said it before, but that's not you. Whatever your supposed duty is, you don't have to destroy your happiness for it."

"Sometimes..." She sighed. "Sometimes, I wonder if I was ever meant to be happy."

Dave reached out and tentatively put his hands on her hips. When she didn't jerk away, he pulled her towards him until their bodies were touching. He looked down at her with a grin that she didn't really understand. "You're a friend of Evolution, Faith. Fuck, where it matters, you are one of us. It's not written in our storylines, but once we go out in the real world, you're one of us. And, babe, we're all meant to have whatever the hell we want. If you want to be happy, then you deserve it. So, the question is... do you want to be happy?"

"Yes." Her answer came soft, but quick. Even without knowing her past, she felt that all she had ever wanted was to be happy and to be accepted. In her knew life, she wanted to be happy and she wanted to be accepted. It was the common thread between the unknown and the present.

"Then, fuck the past. Do what makes you happy. I felt it in you, last night. You were excited as hell after you killed that vampire. If it wasn't such a shock, you'd have probably jumped me right there." Dave laughed and Faith blushed. It wasn't something she did often. "Killing vampires gives you a high."

"Yeah."

"And wrestling makes you happy. It gives you an even bigger high."

"Yeah."

"So, you do what makes you happy. And leave the cover-ups and the explanations and shit to us. You're not on your own anymore, Faith. You've got Hunter and Steph and Randy and Trish and Ric... You've got me. You've got everyone you need to get you through whatever your life turns out to be."

Faith didn't respond. She just pressed her head to Dave's chest. She took in the smell of his cologne and enjoyed the feel of his muscular arms tightening around her. He made it all sound so easy, as though there were no problems at all. Like vampires were nothing new, and while they obviously weren't new to her, they should have been new to them. Dave made things seem clearer, and in his arms, it felt easier. But deep down, she knew it wasn't that simple and nothing was over. Something else was coming, something major was getting ready to happen, and this... this was all just the beginning.