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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.
BillyRose: Thanks for reviewing. Motivation'll keep me going all night long.
Rma: Listen, as you said, this is MY story and I may do as I please. This is NOT the show. Just as I explained in Turning Over, this isn't the show. These are the characters, going through the obstacles I put them in, and reacting in, yes, slightly different ways. They are chang/ed/ing. Although you seem to have an analysis as of how everything should be, I don't need it in every review of every chapter. Got any more problems about the story you can email them to me. (P.S… the commander thing? A metaphor.)
Lately I've been running on faith
What else can a poor boy do?
But my world will be right
When love comes over you
-Eric Clapton
Angelus' POV
Slayer's blood. God I could smell it from miles, even cities away!
It's… intoxicating. More than just motivation for the kill. It's like something that only comes in a dream.
It's beautiful. No, beautiful, jubilant, doesn't even begin to describe it.
A slayer's blood to a vampire is something like a mother's warm milk to a newborn babe.
This is just one slayer's insides I'm talking about.
Two, though. Two is…too much for words.
To know there are two beings with the sweet candy of insides, providing some sort of taste of eternity, and that they are both within miles of your own feet is more than rapture.
Of course, I've already had my share of a certain blonde's, but the other I haven't yet tried.
I was ecstatic.
I imagined they were out searching for me now, as I was to them. But, alas, I could only feel one of their presences, and it was quite close.
I turned down one street, and then another. Closer, closer—
Soon, I'd feel her even more so soon.
Where was she?
Couldn't be that far away.
I've searched and attacked Buffy too many times to have been losing my touch then.
I dropped into an alley, cold, lonely, squirming with rats.
It reminded me of a previous time in my life that I wish not to speak or even think about.
But, still—
Where was she?
I could feel her. Almost like she was next to me.
Or maybe behind—
I turned just for good measure and glanced around myself. Nobody.
You're scaring yourself, I thought.
Scaring. Like I could be rendered a victim of my own.
And then, like an angel from the heavens, she dropped.
She flew almost, floating from star to star until landing in battle stance in front of me.
I glanced up.
She must have been on the roof. That's why I could feel her so intimately.
"Hello, Lover."
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Cold Light
Hot night
be my heater be my lover
and we could do it to each other
-The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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- Faith's POV
So, sleep. Pretty bad idea. Shoulda' figured it wouldn't happen.
Not then, anyway.
Dumb to even have tried.
What the hell did B expect me to do in here while she's out playin' Superhero?
S'not like this idiot box got more than 3 static-y channels.
Whatever though, I survived.
Barely.
I tried to come up with all this shit that would piss Blondie off.
Maybe getting' piss ass drunk again. Or lockin' her out all night.
Nothin' better than punchin' her buttons for a little revenge.
She never shoulda' left me there.
Worst idea ever.
I mean, I fought the guy most recently. I'd know at least some about him.
But she still treated me like a little baby.
…
Deserved it though, didn't I?
I guess I didn't really have a place sayin' she was outta' line.
She was the one makin' all the shots.
But past all that, I knew somehow I hadta' get in there with Angelus.
That was my fight.
So what, she bonked the guy a few times.
Didn't keep them like… totally connected, did it?
I could get in there somehow.
Guess I found somethin' to do that night.
I dug under the bed for some o' the weapons we kept, just in case.
Angelus was mine.
And no matter how long she could keep me cooped up in here, I was gonna' break out somehow.
Don't ask how all this shit with B was makin' me feel. I didn't have a clue.
Yeah, she's in charge, just like in Sunnydale.
And yeah, I was itchin' to jump outta' the wagon sometime soon, but in the end it all sorta' went back to Sunnydale. The beginning.
I ruined B's life on more than one accounts and I wasn't feelin' up to my sentence.
Everyday I'd wake up an' be surprised she hadn't kicked me out or sent me back to the big house or somethin'.
Sounds like something B would do, right?
I guess I was good for somethin' hanging around her, 'cause so far I wasn't doin' to bad.
F'I could just like… keep this whole 'happy together' thing alive, than maybe I'd get a chance at some freedom.
'Till then, I think was screwed.
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A more than chipper fight, as I'd imagined, received Buffy.
She was, it seemed, in good health, though maybe not in the right mind.
I could smell Faith all over her.
Hm.
I didn't worry. I could fix that quickly.
Our fight seemed among the usual.
I'd punch, she'd counter.
She'd kick, I'd block.
Everything was the same with her.
"Where've you been, lover?" I twisted one arm and held it beside myself, then moved close to her neck, closer than she would've ever allowed Angel.
I had to restrain myself to only a controlled whisper, instead of the roar of victory I so longed to let out.
She squirmed a bit beneath me and I only tightened my grip.
How long had it been?
I hadn't had her in my arms in years. Well, it felt good to be home.
She sent an elbow into my gut and I finally released.
"Who will you turn to now?" I asked her.
"Faith? Would you really turn into the arms of a murderer for comfort? Love?"
I wanted some of her witty banter. That was my favourite part of our fights.
Not how fast paced and delicate they could be, but how she always kept the humour rolling.
I, myself, was never one for humour.
Mockery, really.
That was my forte'.
"Oh, wait. Yes, yes. You would. If I know you correctly, you've been in the arms of many a killer."
She might have been breaking.
Soon, I hoped.
It was just getting fun now.
"Angel, for one." I stopped briefly to wink at her.
"Spike. And now… Faith? Say, I thought you put her away for good. Guess you just weren't being hurt enough. You had to bring someone back in."
She flew again.
Her fists were against my face like fire.
I didn't mind though.
I was doing my job.
We were finished minutes after that. She sent herself into a flurry at me, then disappeared into the night, as if ashamed she was beating a senseless killer.
I watched her scurry off back to her rabbit hole and into the arms of her Alice.
One down.
One to go.