Lyrics belong to Saliva "bleed for me"
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:all
I ever wanted
Was
to be what you needed
Cause
something so strong
It
could never be wrong:
Buffy
staked the vampire, coughing as she inhaled half
its
dust. She lay for a second, breathing heavily on
the
pavement of the alley. Finally she pushed herself
up
slowly, mumbling to herself.
"Must've
swallowed at least ten vamps by now. Ow," she
winced,
checking her arm and finding a long slash
there.
It stretched from her elbow to her wrist, and
was
still dribbling blood. "Great."
She
pulled off her sweater, and wrapped her arm in it,
twisting
it tightly to try to stop the bleeding
completly.
She knew that even as a slayer, stitches
might
not be a bad idea. But oh well, she wasn't
going
to.
She
moved slowly out of the alley, each step causeing
a
shot of pain through her body. Her arm throbbed
painfully,
and she stopped at the edge of the alley,
leaning
against the wall for a minute.
"Shit,"
she bit her lip, trying to focus on that small
pain,
instead of the gigantic one in her arm. In a
few
seconds the pain in her arm subsided to a dull
moan,
and she started off home again.
She
had been halfway home from the fight in the park
when
she had spotted the vamp in the alley. He didn't
look
like anything special, but had given her a real
fight,
the worst she'd had since she was back in LA.
She
walked wearilly up the stairs to the tiny, shitty
studio
apartment she was sharing with Willow. She
unlocked
the three locks, then knocked sharply three
times
to get Will to undo the chain. She heard the
chain
slid back and Willow opened the door with a
grin.
"Buffy,
how was the date?" Willow asked excitedly,
then
noticed her arm. "Oh, Buffy, did she hurt you?"
"What,"
Buffy frowned. "No, a vamp." She pushed past
Willow,
getting only far enough into the room to drop
onto
the couch. "Why would you think Faith did this?"
"She's
a celebrity," Willow shrugged, kneeling to
unwrap
Buffy's arm. "They do weird things sometimes.
Buffy,
this is bad." Buffy looked at her arm,
surprised
to feel woozy at the sight of bone peaking
through
the wound. The blood was dry and crusted
around
the wound now, but you could still seem warm,
moist
flesh inside. This was untill you met the
bone
at least.
"What
kind of vamp did you say this was?" Willow
asked
raising an eyebrow.
"The
kind with a big knife," Buffy answered through
clenched
teeth. The cool air was making the wound
sing
with pain again.
"Don't move," Willow commanded.
"Not
a problem," Buffy assured her. She sat patiently
as
Willow rumaged through a box in the kitchen, coming
back
with four small jars in her arms, along with a
wrap
of some sort. She watched as Willow grabbed a
small
wooden bowl and began to mix some of the
contents
of each jar together.
"What
is that stuff?" Buffy asked, wrinkling her nose
at
the smell.
"If
I told you, you wouldn't let me put it on your
arm,"
Willow answered. She dipped her fingers into
the
foul smelling mixture.
She
took Buffy's arm, extending it slowly, seeing
Buffy
wince anyway. She gently began to smooth the
cool
wet ointment into and around the wound. At first
Buffy
felt more sick from the smell, and the pain of
slathering
on the gunk, but as soon as the whole wound
was
covered her arm became blessedly numb.
"Akia,
naibum, fatou, maroiusi," Willow repeated these
words
quietly as she wrapped the would in what seemed
to
be thin, thin cotton. As Buffy watched it seemed to
secure
itself to her arm with no help needed. "You're
arm
will be sore for a couple days, but you won't need
stitches."
"What
would I do without you Will?" Buffy asked,
smiling.
"Invest
in a real insurance plan?" Willow asked with a
grin.
"Now, for my payment. How was the date?"
"Good,
untill I saw a vamp taking off after a girl,
then
I had to split. He met up with a bunch of pals."
"And
they did this to you?" Willow motioned to
Buffy's
arm.
"No,
this was one vamp havin himself a wino meal out
back."
"Was
she okay with you leaving? I mean, was the date
over?"
"We
were going to her house," Buffy moaned, laying
down
on the couch. "I just ran away pretty much, I
couldn't
think of a good reason."
"Oh,
Buffy," Willow patted her back sympathetically.
"She'll
understand."
"Yeah
that I'm a wack job. It's okay, I knew it
couldn't
last forever, I mean come on, me dating a
celebrity?
I don't exactly have a high profile
friendly
job," Buffy sighed. "How was your day?"
"Good,
did some research for Angel, he still wants to
set
us up in a new place. He keeps telling me to get
you
to change your mind."
"No.
Those stocks are going to come through. And
otherwise
we still have enough money left from
Sunnydale
to keep us in this place for a while."
Buffy
answered quickly. "I don't want to take his
charity.
I don't care what he says, that law office
is
not on the up and up."
"Buffy
it's really not that bad. Angels been running
it
for over two years. You've really got to meet
Fred,
she's got this great science lab."
"Will,
I'm sorry, I'm really not in the mood. I just
have
a bad feeling about that place."
"Okay," Willow nodded.
"I'm
gonna go to bed," Buffy stood up, slipping out of
her
pant, and into shorts. She breifly considered
brushing
her teeth, then decided not to.
She
crawled into the bed, knowing she was going to be
asleep
in minutes. She clicked off the bedside lamp,
but
with Willow still reading there was still enough
light
to see the picture on the night stand. It was
always
the last thing she saw. The picture was a
couple
years old, her, Willow, Giles, Xander, Tara,
Dawn,
and her mother. The only ones left now were her
and
Willow.
She
shut her eyes, trying not to focus on all the
people
destiny had seen fit to take from her. The
collapse
of Sunnydale had been the worst, taking Dawn,
and
Xander as it fell, leaving them with a lump of
money
from the twon in payment for keeping their
mouths
shut to the news.
They
had no reason to talk anyway, and loosing Giles
and
Joyce to the first earlier in the year just hurt
more.
Together her and Willow decided to move on.
The
few remaining slayers had asked them to start
a
new base of operation, but they had declined.
Somehow
those girls had found Angel and that
responsibility
fell to him.
"You asleep?" Willow asked quietly.
"No,
it was wishful thinking," Buffy answered, sitting
up.
"Are we doing the right thing giving Angel an
army
of slayers at his command?"
"Yes."
I have no doubt. They're the reason a lot of
his
people are still alive. The shell of Illyria that
they
safely removed before it could be opened? Odds
are
Fred would be dead if they hadn't forseen the
danger.
If only they could have done something to
save
Wesley."
"He
went into that fight against all their warnings
you
said," Buffy frowned.
"He did," Willow nodded.
"Then
that was his decision," Buffy said bitterly.
"Have
they taken down Spike yet?"
"No," Willow answered quietly.
"No?
We practically handed him to them, and they let
him
slip away. Do they have any idea where he is now?"
"Last
time he was spotted was in Rome, he's apparently
working
with someone, or something, not to sure on
that.
Anyway, known as The Immortal."
"He's
been on a rampage ever since he got the chip out
of
his head, people dead left and right, we catch him,
give
him to them and they loose him," Buffy shook her
head.
"It just pisses me off."
"You
think it doesn't piss me off? One of those
people
he killed was my girlfriend," Willow spoke with
quiet
bitterness.
"Nothing's
been right since high school," Buffy
muttered.
She lay back down, done talking.
I
leaned against my car looking up at the building,
three
stories, pretty run down. I glanced down at the
piece
of paper in my hand, rereading the address.
"Nice
digs, Buff," I spoke to myself. I pushed away
from
the car heading for the door, odds are it would
be
locked, but a place like this, maybe not. I
grabbed
the handle, it turned easily. She lived on
the
third floor.
No
elevator. I started up the stairs, ten am and I am
in
some rundown aparment building looking for a girl
who
ran out on me. Some jackass I am.
I
make it to the landing, glancing around for aparment
314.
I spot it and go to the door. Taking a deep
breath,
and wondering for the umpteenth time what the
hell
I was doing. I knock on the door.
"Just
a second," answers a sleepy voice. I hear three
locks
click, and then the door opens, the chain still
across.
I see Buffy peering out, her eyes go wide.
"Faith?"
she slams the door shut, I hear the chain
slide
again and she opens the door, staring at me.
"Hey," I grin. "You were supposed to come over."
"I had to go," she answers, still looking confused.
"I remember."
"How
did you find out where I live?" She asks,
eyebrows
furrowing.
"I'm
famous, people bend to my will," I amswer with a
grin.
I glance down over Buffy, I can't help it, her
hairs
bed swept, and she adorable in a tank top and
shorts.
"That's
not like a real power you have or anything is
it?"
She frowns when I laugh at her joke.
"No," I assure her.
"Good,"
she smiles, "um, come in." She opens the door
wider,
letting me into the room. Together we glance
around
the room. "Wow, I live in a shithole,"
she
apoligizes.
"Don't
talk about it that way," I turn in surprise to
see
a cute redhead with shoulder length hair sitting
up
in the bed. "Hi, I'm Willow," she introduces
herself.
"And I will be in the shower." We watch as
she
quickly
grabs some clothes and dissapears into the
bathroom.
I raise an eyebrow to Buffy.
"It's
so far from what you're thinking," she says
before
I can say anything.
"She's not a lesbian?" I ask.
"Well,
actually she is, but we are not now, nor have
we
ever been involved."
"But you share a bed?"
"Do
you see room for a second one?" Glancing around
the
room I see this is perfectly valid.
"As long as I'm not interupting anything," I shrug.
"You
are so not," she smiles, tugging me to her. She
kisses
me and I return then kiss eagerly, and begin
pulling
her backwards. We fall laughing to the bed,
her
on top of me.
"How you doing?" I ask, smiling up at her.
"Very
good with you here," she kisses me again, her
whole
body squirming against me in a way that quickly
begins
to make me squirm. After a couple minutes I
push
her up.
"We
gotta stop," I tell her, trying to catch my
breath.
"Cause I few more minutes ans I won't be able
to."
She laughs and slides to my side, snuggling up
against
me.
"Okay I'll be good," she kisses my jaw gently.
"Who
are they?" I point to a picture on her
bedside
table.
"Friends," she answers, her body tensing next to mine.
"Here I ask?"
"Gone,"
she answers, her voice cold, she gets out of
the
bed. "Want me to make you breakfast?"
"No,"
I answer, a little perplexed by her behavior,
but
not wanting to push it. "I actually have to get
to
set. I just wanted to ask you to be my date tonight
for
the premeire of "Midnight Prayers"?"
"A movie premeire?" She turns, eyes shining.
"Well,
it's not for an A list movie or anything," I
shrug.
"Krista and Seth are both going, a guest star
from
a few weeks ago is in it, and made sure we were
all
invited. Big party afterwards, the whple deal."
"Sounds awesome," she grins.
"Good.
Then I'll pick you up at four?" I stand up,
moving
for the door.
"Perfect," she follows me to the door, opening for me.
"See
ya," I kiss her cheek. She grabs my arm as I
turn
to go.
"Thank
you," she holds my eyes for a few seconds, then
squeezes
my arm. "It means a lot to me that you
came."
"No
problem," I frown, noticing her arm is wrapped. I
take
it gently. "What happened?"
"Oh,
it's nothing," she pulls her arm back embaressed.
"Just
a little run in with a broken branch."
"Uh huh," I nod, not sure if I believe that.
"See
you tonight," she kisses me and shuts the door in
my
face.
"What
am I getting into?" I ask myself queitly,
starting
back down the stairs.