Maximum, 'rolls tongue', your review has made my twisted fingers and mind decide to write a new chapter, and I'm writing this right after I read you review. It was rather inspiring, 'grins' but I gotta proofread and stuff so, it's getting posted tomorrow.

But just for you, I type it now. : D

'hops up and down' I'm on BattleKitten's fav. list, "WOO-hOOO"

ehem, sorry, it's just.. BattleKitten! I love your story! Ok, I'm done now.

..WOO-HOO!..

oh and, warning, Buffy is not a nice vamp in this one, and she's…you have to read and find out.

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Faith hears the word whispered huskily in her ear, the breath making her shiver. "Forever," Buffy repeats the word after each nip to the sultry slayer's neck. Faith lets out a moan, the sensations the blonde's seemingly skilled fingers and mouth are making, have made her panties very damp. It didn't matter since her clothes were already soaked through with rain. She shivers as Buffy blows a cool breath on her neck, making goose bumps rise all over her flesh.

Faith is trembling in her pleasure as Buffy licks behind her ear, the blonde's fingers still caressing her erect nipples. For once the sexy brunette doesn't know what to do with herself, usually she's the dominant one, and now that she has given up that power, she doesn't know what to do. She just stands there leaning against Buffy, letting the blonde have her way with her.

The blonde grinds her hips into Faith from behind, tugging on the slayer's earlobe. Buffy can feel the blood under the warm flesh, she can smell it, feel it pulsing, just below her fingertips. She kisses her way back down Faith's neck, stopping at her shoulder to bite and suck. Then unknowingly she shifts into game face, the burning want to take Faith now winning out.

Faith feels it, her eyes snapping open, fangs scratch the skin of her throat, and she gasps in a breath. Her mind now cleared from the lust by the heart pounding fear, she begins struggling in the arms of the Dead Slayer.

Her efforts are to no avail, Buffy just laughs, her arms around the Slayer's chest becoming like iron chords. Faith grunts and kicks out, Buffy's hands still in unpleasant places for when you're trying to escape. The blonde's hands slip from Faith's breasts to let the girl go. The brunette stumbles forward confused as to why she's suddenly free from the vampire's grip.

She hits the ground with her hands, bracing her weight, then collapses into a water puddle anyway, still breathing heavily. She rolls on her back, only to catch sight of a duster trailing behind a blonde headed figure making its way up the side of the building. She lays dazed as she hears footsteps, realizing the vampire probably heard them before her, she prepares herself to thank whoever just saved her from becoming vamp chowder. Or worse, she thinks.

She's surprised when Angel vaults the fence, pushing himself over the top with one hand. She's relieved and confused at the same time.

"Faith, are you okay?" he bends over her, seeing the bruises one her face, and smelling the blood.

"Aren't you supposed to be outta town Fang," Faith asks, slightly irritated as the vamp feels her wounded arm, making her wince.

Then Angel's nostrils flare and he looks wide eyed at Faith, "That's Buffy's scent, it's all over you." His words are tinged with fear, plus an almost accusatory sound.

Faith lowers her eyes, not looking him in the face. She tries to sit up, wanting to get some space between herself and the vampire. She didn't want to have this conversation and be that close to him.

She swore she heard him growl as he grabs her shoulder and presses her back into the pavement. Faith looks up fearfully, 'cause he's now in game face.

"Tell me what happened Faith, now," there's a definite tone of command in his voice. Faith can see anger, fear, and if she's not wrong almost a hint of jealousy, but not surprise. "She's a vampire," Faith blurts out, wincing as the words pass her lips. Seriously gotta work on my impulse control. Course that's pretty much the whole reason I'm here right?

Faith looks back up at Angel and narrows her eyes, his face shows no surprise, in fact he looks rather impatient as though waiting for her to elaborate.

"You knew!, What the fuck Fang, you fucking knew B was a vamp! And you didn't tell me? That's why you were going to Sunnyhell wasn't it? You knew B was a vampire and you were gonnamh-hmmhff" Faith's cut off as Angel clamps a hand over her mouth.

"Damn it Faith listen to me! I didn't know when I decided to go. Buffy called me and told me she needed help, I figured it would be best if you stay here since the last she saw you she threatened to beat you to death." He removes his hand slowly, Faith still glaring up at him, lying on the cold pavement.

"I got a call on my cell from Willow, she told me Buffy was turned, said Xander found his parents strung out in pieces in the living room. She also said she found her fish lain out on her desk. It would seem they don't know when exactly Buffy was turned. And as for Riley, she wouldn't give me all the details. But it had something to do with crucifying him at a church and carving your name on his chest. It sounded like there might have been more about what Buffy did to him, but she wouldn't say. I just got back, she told me to be on the alert because Buffy hadn't made any attacks lately and they thought she might have went after me. But apparently she's gone after you." Faith listens to him, almost unwillingly, his voice trying to hide the agony in his eyes.

He finishes his explanation and stands up, lending a hand to Faith. She takes it reluctantly and stands up. She staggers and falls against him. They lean against each other awkwardly for a moment, until Faith finds her balance and steps away from the tall broody vampire.

Unknown to them Buffy watches from her perch on the roof. Her enhanced hearing even picking up the words exchanged. She grins as she remembers what she did to Riley. She had put iron railroad spikes through his arms, taking a page out of Spike's book. Then let him hang there for awhile before she started torturing with words, insulting him. Then playing victim and asking him how he could betray her with Faith. Then as he hung bleeding and crying, she used a nice pointy and sharp dagger to slowly cut his dick off. Buffy had relished in his screams, the agony she had caused brought a sense of satisfaction she couldn't remember feeling when she was alive.

She then took his severed dick and shoved it in his mouth and partly down his throat, watching him choke and suffocate. His eyes had been wide, pleading with her, and crying, his misery had been a sweet intoxication, making her blood hum and her world swim. She remembered licking the tears from his face and telling him she wished he would just die already. The anguish each word against him from his lover caused so much glorious pain, Buffy could feel it radiating off of him. It had seemed to be coming off him in waves, she swore she could see its colors in the air as they danced around him.

She had smiled in his face as he died, gagging on his own cock, she had taken the same knife she used to cut it off and carved her obsession's name into his chest. Yes all the feelings she had toward Faith were now amplified, every human emotion was, all the pain and grief, along with happiness and arousal. It was all almost over loading her senses and making her lose herself most of the time. She would walk around in a daze after a kill. Just swimming in the emotion it provoked in her. Just letting herself feel it all, and she could slow down now to feel, she had eternity didn't she?

And the kill, oh the kill. She was in love with the kill. She was in love with mortal death, all the feelings of which she herself had felt at one time. She loved to make others feel it. In making them feel it she felt them as well, and when she drank. When she would drain a human to nothing to feel the life pass out of them in her arms, she possessed them. She was them she and was alive and she felt it and she died with them. It was the most glorious experience a person or demon could feel. It was that feeling of death, as the grim reaper breathes that last cold breath out of you. And you're the cause of it. Oh, the power.

Without realizing it Buffy had followed her prey back to the Hyperion Hotel. She watched as Faith and Angel made their way inside. She knew where Faith's room was, and she scaled the wall of the building to the roof. Running to the other side to jump off and grasp the balcony outside of Faith's window. She had been watching Faith for several nights now, the dark slayer always came out for a smoke.

She smiled, incasing herself in the shadows of the flowing curtains.

She would let Faith come to her.

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to those who read Oops, the next update starts with a deleted scene. Some humor that Faith and Buffy have with a passed out Giles. Enjoy. Well, when I Finally post it. This one prolly won't be up for a couple of days. And Maximum, I wasn't actually trying to make that confusing, I was actually trying to clear some stuff up with it. But I wasn't sure if it made sense. Whatever, you rock, and I'm sleepy, so lata.

Review ppl! It gives me inspiration to update quicker.