Disc: Nobody.
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Chapter Three
Nobody's Point of View
She kept coming back every night, but that wasn't the strange part. It was that the Rogue let her. Every night, every time Buffy came to 'visit' her, she let Buffy do what she want, but didn't help her cause at all.
During the day though, when she was allowed free from the basement, Faith would make small talk with Dawn, sometimes some of the potentials. She'd make some witty banter, some teasing comments to anyone, just as long as Buffy wasn't there.
With the Slayer's shadow behind her, the Rogue was back to the lowered, guilty thing Buffy had made her out to be.
She had stay behind from patrolling that night, just to gather what little things she had so she could walk herself out and away from Sunnydale. A lot of things were driving her way. Buffy, for one. Sunnydale, by itself. And the looming battle. As much as she was made for that kind of fight, and as much as she loved to fight them, things were different now. She wouldn't be fighting for the right reasons.
So when she made her way down Revello Drive and the Blonde caught up with her, Faith had no where to turn but towards her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Outta' here, B. Away."
"Oh, no. No, no, I'm not letting you out here to go back to old habits. You're staying here. To fight."
And suddenly, Faith wanted to explode. She tossed down her things and was clenching her fists, glaring now. She didn't have to take what Buffy threw to her, and knew it. But her natural instinct was against.
She lunged towards the other slayer. Momentum had taken them down. Straddled against Buffy, Faith began to beat her, just as Buffy had done her. And just like before, Buffy made no move to stop her.
They wrestled across the sidewalk, almost into the street, only intent on killing each other. And they would definitely do so.
First Faith was sprawled across Buffy, then Buffy atop Faith. They screamed, snarled both only wanting one thing. Revenge. They tired themselves out, lying still across the lawn.
But, as suspected, it ended with the kissing. With the passion of two slayers in the heat of a battle, and the oncoming roar of a motorcycle engine.
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Done. Very short chapter. I know.