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Chapter Eight
Faith's Point of View
So, that was it. I was back to my roots. Bein' someone else's right hand girl. It actually felt kinda good, being at a place where I didn't have to grovel under somebody 24/7.
I knew why I was doin' this though. It was B. No doubt about it, I was just getting' my revenge. I prayed to God that evil would win this battle anyway, 'cause if it didn't I'd be in some even deeper shit.
So pretty much our next mission was: Kill Buffy. I figured she was still stranded at that motel I'd left her at. So I led the way.
When we got there, we busted down the door and everything, and there she was, still jus' lying on that bed. Typical. Most of the bringers started tossin' things around, just making a mess of the whole place. I guess they were just leaving the job to me and Caleb.
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Buffy's Point of View
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So, that's it. She drops me, takes my car, and joins evil. Typical of Faith. I was still wasting away in bed. I could've tried walking all the way back to Sunnydale, but with the lack of residents hitchhiking seemed a little difficult.
Maybe it was better this way. Me without them. Them without me. All I knew was Faith was probably just jumping inside to finish me off.
The Bringers came in, then Faith, and then Caleb. The Bringers really didn't have much interest in me. They just came in and started breaking things. Caleb came in without any sort of weapon, which was pretty brave of him to do, I thought.
Faith, however, was holding this real long axe/stake thing. It was a long, sleek handle, a shiny blade on one end, and a long wooden point at the other. Perfect for some major vampire dusting.
She had her eyes on me and only me. I wasn't scared. A little ticked off maybe, but nowhere near scared of Faith. I got off the bed and we stood only inches apart. I was in control over here. Though maybe a few inches shorter, I was in control.
Caleb followed Faith like a shadow, watching every move she made with a long, stretchy smile across his face.
Neither of us said anything, we just started fighting.
Me and Faith know each other's moves way too well. She'd kick, I'd block. I'd punch, she'd counter. We weren't really getting anywhere.
"Are you happy now? You're back at home, Faith."
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Faith's Point of View
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So apparently we underestimated Little Miss Tightly Wound here. She was rearin' for a fight the second we barged in.
I had to get rid o' that thing Caleb gave me, the scythe I think he called it. Too heavy to carry and fight B at the same time. I tossed it aside and I think Caleb picked it up.
Buffy started sayin' something, just mocking me I think. Nothin' special. I couldn't understand her though. I was too far in to hear anything.
I punched her, she spun and back handed me. Then she had me goin' over her shoulder and onto the floor. I pulled her back to the ground with me, and then we were wrestling around all over again. Still, getting nowhere.
Took awhile, but we finally ended up back on her feet, not moving. Caleb tossed me the scythe again and I was ready to make my move.
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Nobody's Point of View
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The slayer of the light, and of the dark, stood facing each other, waiting for one to make a move, so the other could counter, flip and turn so many dizzy times. But nobody moved.
The Rogue held a long, dangerous looking weapon in her hand, and the other was without any defence but her fists.
"Use it." The Preacher whispered, just loud enough to be heard.
And so she did.
Raising the scythe high above her head, Faith swung it, swung it straight at the blonde's head.
She watched as the blade sliced the air, whistled through the tension and skimmed just inches above Buffy's head.
The scythe continued in a circle, swinging, swinging, until cutting into the neck flesh and bone of a preacher.
What could she say? She was the world's best actor.
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End.