Chapter 4-The Day After
Faith woke up in her apartment, Angelus had walked her home last night. He was being sweet she didn't know why. He was a vampire, he had no soul, yet she found herself overwhelmingly attracted to him. Her thoughts began to drift towards his body. She snapped herself out of it, she wasn't going to go back to being that trailer trash whore her mother raised her to be. She needed a cold shower to distract her and wash away the heat consuming her body.
She walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, she disrobed her self and stepped in. The water was frigid, she didn't turn the heat on, she needed to wake up anyway, she was still half-asleep. She washed her body and her hair. She stepped out of the shower, and looked into the mirror. She didn't know what Angelus saw in her, whatever it was she couldn't see it. All she could see was the filth, the filth her mother forced upon her when she was 12. She left because she needed an escape, an escape from her life and her mother and all the bad memories that remained.
She leaned in closer and saw her eyes, dark with hate, but Angelus said they were filled with passion. Her views on herself were different than the views Angelus had of her. He saw her as a goddess meant for him, she saw herself as a thief, a whore, and a liar. She lied about her past to B. and her friends. Never spoke a word about her mother, never breathed a word of the slut that she thought she was. The slut that she knew she was.
Faith barely showed emotion at all, secretly she was crying and shouting inside herself for B. to save her. For anyone to save her. But now she was dating a vampire. A vampire she was…a least she thought she was…falling in love with, a vampire who found her irresistible.
She looked deeper into her reflection, past the filth and into her innocence, and into her soul, it was still there to her surprise, she thought she had become so much of a stone cold bitch that her soul turned to stone with her. A single tear fell from her eye, she wiped it away. She walked into her bedroom…living room…kitchen…whatever it was all just one room anyway.
She grabbed some clothes out of the closet and got dressed, all black as usual.
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Angelus opened his eyes, he was in his bed, once again he dreamed of Faith. He figured out the dreams would never stop. Not like he wanted them to stop anyway. He looked at his right but Darla wasn't there. He got dressed and walked into the kitchen were he found Spike and Drusilla.
"Where's Darla?" Angelus asked.
"Somehow you don't sound to concerned," Spike said drinking from Drusilla.
"Grand mum never returned last night," Drusilla said.
Angelus turned around and walked back into his room, not really giving a damn about Darla.
So what are your thoughts so far? Please review. I'm gonna take a break from this story for two weeks, concentrate on my other stories, if you have any objections please tell me. By the way I've heard of a Faith/Angel site called Predators, but I can't find it if anyone knows the web address please tell me.