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Turned : A Sequel
A sequel
Author Note: Everyone following so far? Angelus seems to be causing trouble for everyone. As usual.
Summary: The end of the First brings Faith and Buffy's own demons to a close. Here's to the start of a real relationship.
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"Young Love is a Razorblade Kiss" - HiM
They slept the next day.
The whole day, maybe.
Nobody wanted to move, or wanted to think.
Not with him preying on their vulnerable minds.
"You don't know what he's like! He's… Faith, he's bad. Real evil."
Faith more or less wanted to scream that she had known Angelus. Well, not known. But encountered. She knew what he was like. She knew the true evil in him because he had shown it to her.
She could handle him.
"Don't worry about this. I'll… take care of it." Buffy always wanted to save the day, even when she claimed she hated her job.
"So, what? You're gonna' push me away, B? No way. M'not lettin' you fight him all by yourself. He's a psycho!"
"Faith, trust me. I can handle it."
The Rogue wished she trusted her more.
She'd stay by Buffy's word though. She had to. That was their relationship. She says, she does.
When the afternoon finally forced the pair out of bed, out of arms, neither spoke a word.
Tense? Maybe. Anxious? Probably.
Another threat in their liaison had come up and little could be done about it.
"So, you gonna' find 'im tonight?" Sounded like a reasonable plan. Slayer find Vampire. Slayer Kill Vampire.
"I hope so."
Faith didn't.
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"Hey, man. I- … I don't know nothin'! Slayers? Haven't seen them. R-really. I haven't. Like I said I don't kn-…"
The hand tightened around the sluggish, layered neck. Each squeeze caused another howl.
"Surely you know something…"
"Well, I-.."
Another muscle-y squeeze sent the Kungai demon wailing.
"Okay, okay! I-… they-… Downtown some place, I-I think. A lot of our … kind, got murdalized a few weeks back. We didn't know what was happening, 'till Collum saw one of 'em. Well, I mean he didn't recognize her or nothin' but he could se-…"
A quick twist of the neck and the beast was done. The vampire's hunch had been correct. His two favourite girls were back in town.
"Thanks."
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"When you getting' back, B?"
"Whenever I find him."
"Could take awhile, don't you think? I mean, he's Angelu-.."
"I know him. I'll find him."
"Okay."
And that was that.
No, Faith wasn't invited on the hunt.
No, she wasn't allowed out because Buffy said so.
And that's, sadly, what went.
"Just… promise me you won't go out again tonight? No drinking."
"Yeah, fine. Whatever. Better than a nun tonight."
"Good. I'll… try and be back by morning."
By morning? That wasn't long enough. It should take longer to find and kill Angelus than just a night, but attempting it all right then and there was too much.
Ever for a slayer. Or two.
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"Nighthawk 2 to Stealth, Nighthawk 2 to Stealth, I repeat, do you co-.."
Boring.
"And so's then I tell 'em, 'Ey! That ain't your ca-!"
Comedy shows and the 21st century didn't go together much anymore.
A little like how one slayer doesn't necessarily go with another.
The Rogue sat lonely in their empty motel room. Not even a late-night talk show on to give her company.
Was this how it would always be?
Buffy giving orders, Faith taking them?
She didn't know how long she could take that. Even though she lets it happen.
She deserved it. Didn't she?
After everything she had done. She deserved some sort of eternal punishment.
And if it was being in love with Buffy Summers, then she'd take her sentence loyally.
Buffy was commander, and Faith was soldier.
That's how it would always be it seemed.
As long as the Rogue couldn't forgive herself, she'd let Buffy tread upon her.
What a wonderful way to live.
And slowly she fell asleep, dwelling on how the rest of her life would be.
A slow, painful death by vampire?
Or old in her bed, surrounded by fat Grandchildren?
She didn't care to know.
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Next up, Buffy's encounter with Angelus.