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Chapter 5
No One's Point of View
And so they left. Neither of the two slayers knew where they were going, or why they were with each other. The Rogue found herself wanting to jump out of the moving car as they swivelled and swerved among the empty streets of Sunnydale.
She'd come because Buffy demanded it, and hadn't given much thought to her decision, until they were half way out of the town. She shouldn't be giving Buffy any of her silent company. Buffy was using her. So, why was she here? She'd skip town like she originally planned.
Scorning herself both for letting Buffy drive, and coming along the field trip, Faith was grateful when the other slayer parked the car, a bit crookedly, in a motel parking lot.
"Money?" Buffy had rather testily asked, glancing at Faith with a sigh.
The Rogue shook her head, she didn't have any. "Managers' probably skipped town anyway."
So without making their presence acknowledged, Buffy led the way towards what she assumed would be an empty room. She was asleep on the only bed within minutes.
Faith had taken to standing at the window, glaring at the cracked and nearly broken tint. She must have waited hours until finally nearing the bed where Buffy slept.
Without breathing, she stealthily climbed atop the bed, raised over Buffy with one hand snaking towards her. Keeping her eyes glued to the slayer's sleeping face, Faith slipped her hand into Buffy's jeans pocket. She fished around until slowly withdrawing the keys to the car.
Buffy stirred and would've awoken, had Faith not jumped from the bed and darted towards the door. She was free from Buffy's wrath.
So when the morning came and Buffy awoke, her eyes immediately searched for Faith, but found the room empty.
With proceeding caution, afraid of what she might find, Buffy glanced out the window and to the parking lot. Their car, along with Faith was gone.
She screamed.
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Faith didn't know where she was going. But she knew she could go wherever she wanted now. There was no need to worry about the police anymore. Or the council. Or even Buffy.
If the others back in Sunnydale managed to save the world once again, she wouldn't even need to worry about slaying anymore, which would cut all ties off with her and Buffy completely.
She felt alone on the back country road she had found, but her slayer senses must have miscalculated the old, beat-up Ford pickup, driven by a Preacher and his boys.
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