Title: Faith the Vampire Slayer

Description: A story about Faith's life as a Slayer before she came to Sunnydale

Disclaimer: All characters seen on Buffy or elsewhere do not belong to me. But Faith's watcher I didn't know the name of so I invented that myself.

A/N: Please R+R, it makes my day.

Chapter 1: Things that go bump in the night

Faith Lehane closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing the mild summer rain to splash down over her face. With a small grin she slicked her soaked hair back by the use of her hands.

The elements of nature had never come to bother her. Sunshine, rain or thunder – it didn't matter. As long as she got to leave the house, where her drunk-by-noon mother resided, and was able to cruise the town or train with Ms. Hughes, she was just fine.

Now with the blackness of night stuck to her, just like her wet wardrobe, Faith felt so at peace. It was like the motions that usually kept screaming inside of her were sated in the semi-cold night where the risk of something bumping against her was more then high.

Something that went bump meant something that she got to kill.

Slaying was her ultimate release. There was nothing that compared to the thrill of a vicious fight ended by a kill.

Chosen one, I like that. Faith thought grinning to herself. At least that meant she was meant for more then wicked awesome parties and alcoholism. That was something.

Always knew I wanted to go out fighting. The teenager rolled her hands into fists and loosened her neck in preparation of an attack. The alleys of Boston seemed unusually deserted though. This worried her. Low profile vampires usually meant high activity in the scheming part of their undead lives.

She didn't like the ones who schemed. The thoughtless dimwits were better. Simply stake and move on, stake and move on. Pure joy.

The sneakier kind meant less legwork, more pondering together with Ms. Hughes. And though Faith loved her watcher it was just too much for the brunette to be cooped in for hours just to try and get into the mind of a soulless monster. It wasn't her strong suit. She was better with the pummeling and she didn't try and hide that.

But Ms Hughes kept insisting that she'd work on her 'brain' parts as well as her physical ones. Said there was more then muscles to being a Slayer.

Faith wasn't so sure about that. Muscles had gotten her pretty far.

"C'mon." She muttered under her breath, letting her eyes survey the darkest corners of the alley she was in. There didn't seem to be anything more harmful then lice infected rats present.

It's always alleys. Faith thought idly. No matter how hard I try I always end up in another garbage stinking alley. Guess that comes with the line of duty. Alleys equals shady dealings and the creeps of the earth, alas a safe bet to get some slaying in. Not tonight though.

With a sudden u-turn the dark haired Slayer headed towards the opening of the alley. If there was a low activity night in creep-world she might as well make the best of it and head for the town. There was a dive on the south side of Boston that was killer. Cheap beer, bikers and a rowdy atmosphere that fitted Faith's state of mind perfectly.

For half a heartbeat she wondered whether or not she was to check in with Ms. Hughes but decided against it. The Watcher would insist on book learning or hand-to-hand training. Faith hated sparring against the slender British woman. A good brawl with some low-life biker or her mother's boyfriend wasn't anything that stumped her – but pounding on a woman her size that had no chance of defending herself fairly, it just wasn't the Slayers idea of a good time.

Striding down a street, paying little attention to the people passing her by, Faith flinched, as there was a ruckus further down the street. Throwing a quick glance around she noted that the reason she hadn't been paying attention to the people passing by – was that there was no people walking by, there wasn't even any cars driving by. The street was eerily empty.

Breaking into a sprint the Slayer scurried down the street to where she'd heard the noise. Something was in the works.

Making a turn she found herself in yet another alley, this one much more narrow then the previous and situated behind an abandoned ready-for-demolition apartment building.

Besides from a big dumpster and the standard black garbage bags, that hadn't fit in it, there wasn't anything in sight.

"What the…?"

A hard blow to her back interrupted faith. Unprepared for the hit, which must've been made with a pipe or bat, the Slayer fell forward. Her supernatural abilities gave her an advantage a regular person didn't have. Instead of falling helplessly to the ground, she used her hands for support and tumbled around and was up on her feet, facing her assailant, within just seconds.

"How rude." She spat backhanding the man, or vamp, holding a metal pipe in his hands.

Too bad, wooden bat would've been better.

Growling the man, who'd been decently attractive despite wearing what looked like a business suit, showed his true colors. His face deformed into ridges and yellow glaring eyes.

"Slayer." He hissed. "I've got a message for you."

"Really?" Faith smiled. "Too bad I ain't listenin'." Aiming a deadly roundhouse kick, that hit its mark, Faith followed it up with a whip kick as she changed her feet's position on the ground.

The vampire went tumbling to the ground. Grinning confidently the brunette leaned down and grabbed the pipe he'd dropped. She sensed the second vampire before she saw it. It came from behind.

Smoothly she thrusted the pipe back under her arm, penetrating the chest of vamp #2. It wouldn't dust her but the pain was enough to temporarily incapacitate her. Turning around Faith saw the bleeding woman vampire was a woman she knew. Or had known.

It was one of the frequent guests at one of the clubs she'd hung out at before becoming the Slayer. Killing things left you with much less time to party.

The gross looking wound, oozing with blood staining the large chest of the vampire, made a strange comparison to the undead beings beautiful face. Had she been alive she could've been a spokes model for Mattel. Barbie seemed to be her idol.

"Looks like you're gonna need a boob job." Faith sneered nodding at the leather top in pounding two, already plastic looking, breasts. "Or you know ... a second one that is."

Staring in shock at the pipe the woman vampire suddenly growled furiously and ripped it out of her chest with a painful grunt. Faith took the time to aim a sidekick to the vamp's stomach. The woman doubled over.

"Roxanne."

The blonde lifted her head, surprised.

Faith laughed. "Roxie, I knew I remembered you. How y'been?" With a hard uppercut she sent Roxanne the Barbie vampire flying down on her back. Twisting around she grabbed the collar of Business vampire lunching at her. His momentum was too forceful for her to hold and they both went tumbling to the ground.

Immediately in a squat, Faith reached for the blood soaked pipe, but it was kicked away by a third vamp. This one was older then the other two; Faith could tell cause his ridges were bigger. He also seemed more confident than the others; he was probably their sire. Standing tall over the Vampire Slayer he snickered, placing his hands on his suit covered belly. Neatly styled and in fancy clothing Faith betted he'd once been a lawyer.

Reaching down her grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up in the air, enjoying the sight of her struggling for air.

"Fools." He barked at the blonde. "I tell you to go feed on something light and you choose the Slayer. Give me one reason to why I shouldn't let her kill you."

Faith frantically tried to break free of the iron grip holding her. Her head was beginning to feel dizzy.

"I'm sorry, James. I thought she was…"

"Mine." Business suit guy growled, up on his legs again. "Tevorkian sent me to kill her."

Tevorkian. Faith knew that name, big bad demon wanting to control the underground scene of south Boston. She hadn't had the pleasure of meeting him yet but every now and then he sent a vampire or two her way.

"No you idiot." The Lawyer vamp snickered again. "He sent you so she," he shook Faith a little, "could kill you."

Business vamp reeled back. "Why?"

"So I could watch."

At the end of his sentence Lawyer vamp found it fit to chuckle again, it was enough of an attention breaker for Faith to reach to the back of her pants and pull out the knife she had hidden there. Aiming a, not so true, slash at the Lawyers throat she knew she got skin but not enough to dust him.

It was enough pain for him to let her go and topple back, grabbing his own throat.

"Let's see how you like it." The brunette snarled, attacking the vampire, twice as big as her. With the fury of a wild animal she knocked him off his feet and before he had time to kick her off him, she swung her blade a second time. Using all of her Slayer strength she cut through the hands he held, shielding his already bleeding neck, and all the way down to the ground.

With new energy, which was always boosted by a kill, the Slayer swung around throwing her blade through the air. It hit home, piercing the jugular of Roxanne who'd gotten to her feet but now kneeled down again. A new wound emptying her undead body of blood weakened the blonde considerably.

Not paying attention to the woman Faith made for the Business suit. Trading a couple of blows with him, finding that he'd lost most of his drive.

"Aw Richard, that ain't no fun."

"Richard? Who's Richard?" The vamp glanced around in confusion.

With a cartwheel Faith's boots smashed into his face, not throwing him off his feet but forcing him a couple of steps back. With two punches and a backhand Faith further forced him against a wall.

"Hey Dick, I've got a message for your boss." Moving with inhuman speed she whipped up a stake. For a second fear flashed through the eyes of the demon. Then there was just dust. "But I think I'll deliver it myself." Faith muttered wiping her hands on her pants and heading over to the still toppled over Barbie vamp.

Grabbing the blonde hair on the back of her head Faith ran the woman's face into her knee, breaking her nose with a loud noise. The woman screamed.

"Too bad Roxie. You used to be so pretty." Finishing her snide remark Faith pulled the knife from Roxie's bleeding throat. She gave it a quick look, eyeing the thick red fluid covering it. "Gross to think you drained someone for this. And what a waste." Tsk-tsk-ing Faith jammed the stake into the blondes heart. A third dust pile gathered on the filthy ground. The rain began to sizzle again, wiping the alley clean.

Faith gazed up at the sky, letting the rain soak her through as it came down harder. Her fist was soar and her throat scratchy. No matter how bad she wanted something strong to soothe it she decided against her previous plans. The partying would have to wait for another night – tonight Ms. Hughes would take priority.

After all, if this Tevorkian was sending vamps for her to kill and vamps to study her killing them, that had to mean he was up to something. That something probably wasn't good.