Epilogue
Faith

Faith steered her bike past a truck on the highway, shaking her head a little so she could properly feel the wind in her hair. It was fucking dangerous letting it hang loose, but she liked that. All the danger, all the thrill, and none of the responsibilities. It was like being let out of prison once again.

And yet the deep dark pit wouldn't go away from her stomach.

Her phone went off, making the pit even darker and deeper. She knew what it was: Robin finally figuring things out. She had when they said goodbye - well, kind of goodbye - that he didn't get it, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him that she meant to skip town.

Hellmouths just weren't good for a girl. And friends sure as hell weren't. She didn't know why Buffy was so keen on them.

The phone kept ringing. Well, there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it in the middle of the road. A passing trucker honked his horn at her, and she was more than happy to flip him the bird.

She hoped Robin had the sense to get out of Cleveland on his own. He was just a guy; next time he got cursed it'd probably kill him.

Well, at least she wouldn't be there to see him. She'd never again have to witness how he withered away, a little less of him every day, until all she could do was cut his fucking head off.

The ringing stopped, and she almost swerved off the road. The panicked thought, 'Don't die!' turned up in her stupid mind.

There had been such a fucking lot of vampires in that house. People she should have been saving instead of trying to figure out what to do with Robin.

She wished she could be sorry. She wished she could feel guilt or regret or anything beside this overwhelming certainty that it was all worth it, if he got to live. Fuck, she'd cut her own head off to make sure he lived.

That thought was just fucking scary.

She sped up the bike, leaving the cars far behind her as she found a clear spot of road, no one to hinder her way.

He'd made her promise to call, and she would, as soon as she got off the road. Just to let him know she was all right.

The last car disappeared from the rear view mirror. Nothing ahead except the white lines of the road. Faith took a deep, shaky breath of relief. She was alone.