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Turned : A Sequel
A sequel
Author Note: Remember, reviewsmore chappas.
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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As the morning came and went, they woke together, entwined in each other's arms.
And as comforting as it was to feel less than alone, tension was running.
"When you'd get back?" Faith would ask, blinking away what minimal sleep she had gotten from her dark eyes.
The other would shrug, pushing away all thoughts of her night's endeavours and take a seat at the edge of the bed.
"I don't know. 4… 5 maybe."
And the tension would return.
It remained obvious that the vampire wasn't dead, and Faith's thankfulness would stay hidden.
"Don't worry, B. You'll get 'im." The Rogue wouldn't register jut how much she was encouraging her partner.
She wouldn't realize she was putting herself last and Buffy first.
"I know."
And still, Buffy couldn't, wouldn't grasp that help would be needed.
"Look," She'd start, "I've got work. New job…" She explained her reasons for need to leave, and received the same, disappointed nod from the Rogue as she had gotten last night.
"Yeah, yeah. That… new job. You told me 'bout it yesterday or… few days ago or somethin'." And then Faith was alone.
Again.
Buffy only moved at super human speed to get ready for her first day, sticking around their little hell-hole for no longer than another hour.
She departed from Faith with a quick kiss and a hopeful grin.
Hopeful for what, Faith would wonder.
Maybe Buffy was wishing for something better. Warmer.
Something Faith couldn't give to her.
It didn't matter though.
Faith was going to redeem herself today. She'd go against the gradient and win what would be the beginning of something real between her and Buffy.
She'd kill Angelus, get her glory and go home.
If only life were so easy.
It was a perfect dream sequence though.
Buffy would return home from her job, tired and sad. She'd set the car keys down, take off her jacket, and would quietly search for her counterpart.
And there'd she be. Faith, sitting with the grin on her face and the dust still seeped into her skin.
They wouldn't need to say anything. Nothing at all, because Buffy would know Angelus was dead, just how Faith had known he wasn't.
But things weren't that simple. And as hard as Faith tried to believe in it, her wish may not come true.
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Irony was floating through the thick and stormy air as one Slayer prepared for her redeeming fight.
The Sky seemed to have opened up and thrown out whatever grey and gloomy clouds it disapproved of.
Any vampire could walk throughout the streets of daytime, for the sun was nowhere to be found.
The streets were empty though.
Faith walked lone with a crossbow slung over her shoulder and pants pockets loaded with stakes.
Not that she'd need more than one.
She headed towards her memory took her, towards the Hyperion. Wesley, Connor, Fred, Cordelia, or even Lorne, somebody had to be there.
She found her memory was not deceiving and it led her straight to the Hotel itself.
She didn't bother knocking. There was no need to in the emergency crisis zone her mind set was in.
Angelus was on the loose, and that was an emergency in itself.
Faith yanked the door open, tore inside and ran towards the front desk—
But there was nobody there to greet her.
Slowly, slowly, she scanned the large, empty lobby.
Cautiously, though she couldn't find much to be cautious of, Faith made her way down the short entrance steps, and onto the main floor.
She examined behind the couches, around the tables, and found nothing out of the ordinary, besides the disappearance of all the Hotel's inhabitants.
When she was almost beside herself, almost ready to leave and dub herself insane, she smelt it.
It was that sweet, sort of metallic smell that only comes in the spilled, red substance of blood.
Now in a new found frenzy, the Rogue searched and searched harder until the empty desk came upon her eyes again, and realization took over.
She ran and hopped the short counter, kneeling beside the body she knew she had sensed, and was checking for a pulse before registering who it was.
"Hey, hey, stay with me …" What a perfect time to forget names. "Uh… um… Fred! Stay with me, girl." The Rogue instructed, though aimed her words more at the light pulse she was feeling than the body itself.
Cursing beneath her breath more vulgarly than a sailor's ears could take, Faith fumbled around across the desk blindly with one hand, until reaching a phone.
In a haze, she reported the emergency and prepared to wait for the ambulance that soon would be wailing its way downtown.
Keeping close to the barely pulsing body, Faith kept her mind set on saving this girl. She had always been so quiet. Very close to herself.
Letting her die now wouldn't have to great of an effect on the Rogue's body count.
Getting inpatient with the not arriving ambulance, Faith peered quickly around for something that might stop the girl's bleeding neck.
She turned left and right, finding nothing but the phone and some discarded papers. Quickly enough though, she turned behind her, and help would have been standing behind her, had a soul been present.
Ceasing her frenzy, slowly standing, Faith turned away from Fred's ailing body and faced Angelus and his captive.
"It's nice of you to join us, Faith. I knew sooner or later you'd be making an appearance."
Frozen in her tracks, ridden on cautiousness, Faith reached around her shoulder for the crossbow, slowly, slowly, as to not cause any sudden movement.
Angelus and his own personal victim, nobody Faith recognized, a straggler on the streets maybe, moved slowly towards the left, and Faith moved slowly to the right.
They circled each other, silent for moments on.
The slayer wasn't much surprised that her hands were lightly trembling against the trigger of the crossbow.
Angelus. That was a feeling she couldn't necessarily get over.
"We've danced to this tune before, Faithy. I'll admit you won the war, but that battle was definitely mine."
His grip seemed to tighten on the girl with every step they took. Faith felt she was going to witness this girl's death.
There wasn't much she could do about it.
"And here we are again." She concluded. "Think we'll be doin' this again?"
With a sniff to the girl's neck, dark eyes turned away from Faith, Angelus traced his fangs down her skin. "Sure. In Hell we will dance for as long as you want."
As his game face emerged, Faith's finger went against the trigger and shot the arrow.
It flew, flew, and flew, until the soft impalement of flesh was heard.
In a time beneath seconds, Angelus has thrust the girl in front of himself, using her as his own human shield, and she took the flying arrow.
She fell, fell, and fell to the ground with another sickening sort of thump, and Faith's trust in herself lowered once more.
She threw the crossbow down. If they were going to fight now, it might as well be traditional.
She didn't hesitate to attack, charging forward the remaining steps between their distances, and stretching a stake out in front of her.
In another swift movement by the vampire, the stake was twisted out of her arm and landed another few feet away.
"It's just us now, Faith. Always will be."
She ignored his commentary, deciding it was never a needed element to their brief encounters.
She flew a fist at his face and released herself from a crunching hold. Her legs swept beneath him and they both went to the floor.
"We're a lot a like." He observed, almost grinning through the rain of punches she was sending him from her spot straddled on his chest.
Their tussle was increasing desperately in pace as he grabbed her hand before it could reach his face. He squeezed with all the muscles in his fingers, and soon heard a satisfactory crunching in bone.
Holding back a painful scream by a biting clench, Faith ripped her hand away from him once more and quickly moved away.
This wasn't working out as she had planned.
"I told you, Faith. These always end the same."
He stood as she struggled on her own feet.
"But you last much longer than Buffy does. And that's worth doing these over and over again."
Nursing her throbbing and slightly disfigured hand, the Rogue glared in silence as the vampire collected the crossbow she had so carelessly thrown down.
He held it in his hands almost cautiously, like a toy he was told not to touch. He ran his finger slowly off the arrow and almost smiled.
She was backing up. Getting scared. She moved backwards towards the door, knowing she couldn't go against him now. She turned towards the exit and almost made a run for it.
He could smell the fear. She was near paralyzed by it.
She wasn't hurt, or injured enough to run, but her mind was failing her easily, as it had been these past few months.
" Where're you going, Faithy? We're just getting started."
Another arrow shot from the crossbow, just as mistakenly as the first.
She was back on the ground in seconds, holding back the screams she so wanted to issue.
Supporting herself on the floor with just an elbow, she used her better hand to struggle for the arrow that stuck straight out of her calf.
This wasn't exactly how she had wanted Buffy to find her.
Her own version of it had been much more pleasant, with Angelus dead and in the past.
But now, she wasn't so sure how it would end.