Disc: Nobody

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Chapter Two

Faith's Point of View

B gave me the basement to crash in tonight. She put it out like some luxury, since Spike is gone on some field trip with the other kid tonight. Once I let it spill about Angel bringin' me, she wigged a little, but let me stay. Probably on the account of Red. As much as I know she wants to send me to hell and back, she knows there's stuff goin' on, and apparently I'm needed.

Pfft, needed. Blondie up there has never needed help. No matter what apocalypse those Powers That Be throw at her, she can handle it. I know, 'cause I've seen her do it, countless times almost.

I can't get any Z's tonight. Too much shit on my mind. B, for one. B, mostly. She kept starin' at me all through our little 'Angel' chat, makin' me out like the criminal I am. I don't mind it, not anymore. 'Sides, I'm skippin' this place first thing tomorrow when I get some food in my stomach and a decent night's sleep.

I mean, I'd really like to stay an' help, fight the good fight I promised, but I can't. I'm a fucking coward. It's too hard.

I hear her comin' downstairs. I can tell it's her, just sensing her. Kinda' creepy, but it's a slayer thing I guess. The door opened and she slowly walked down into the depths of the basement where I was.

If she were to kill me then and there, nobody would hear. Everyone one was crashed out all around the house. But then again, I wouldn't mind too much if she killed me either.

Buffy kinda stopped as she saw me. She did that thing where she crosses her arms and stares you down like she's the ruler of this screwed up world.

I really thought she was going to kill me.

Next thing I knew though, she was yankin' me off the floor, tossing me against the wall like the ragdoll I've become. I sure as hell didn't say nothin'. Truth be told, I was terrified of her. B can be pretty scary when she wants to. Especially to crap sacks she continuously wishes dead.

But instead of pulling a fast one on me, throwin' a knife to my gut, or strangling me out of my misery, she's kissing me. I'm at least a few inches taller than her, so she's standin' on her tippy-toes to get to me.

Again, I'm not moving, not even responding to this kiss. She's the one doing all the action. So, apparently I'm just a little toy now. Someone she can bang around, sometimes literally, sometimes not.

She's still holdin' the collar of my jacket, expecting me to run away. Where would I have to go, y'know? Run up to G-man and play tattle on her? Yeah, right. She finally pulled herself away from me, and now won't look a mile close to my eyes.

I moved maybe one jiff to the right and her grip just keeps tightening. I made a move to go sit back down, take a load off or something, but she quickly put me back in my place, up against the wall.

She's lookin' like she wants more, but I won't give it to her. I'm hers now, but I ain't that low.

She'll have to come to me.

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Done. Will update soon.