Summary: What happens when Faith comes back to help Buffy with Glory?
Discalmier: Joss is god, I am just a pawn. I own nothing!
A/N: This is the Fanfiction to my music video.
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Chapter 2

Slowly a bus screeches to a stop as it enters the Los Angeles bus station. Opening the doors of the bus, a elderly man indicates to get off. A crowd of people step off the bus. Walking around the front of the bus towards the exit, many of the people enter a building nearby. A tall brunette however does not. Faith, slowly walks away from the bus into the night. After her last stunt she was ready. Ready for her final task. Kill. Kill Angel, and whoever he's with. A young man around his twenty's steps out in front of her. 'Wrong move' Faith kick him in the stomach and punches him in the face. 'Out cold' She thinks as she picks up his keys. Looking around she see his ride. 'Nice' Faith walks over to the black Harley and turns it on. Smirking she reeves it's engine before speeding away into the night.

Stopping at a motel down in the pits of L.A., Faith gets of the bike and walks in. Taking a key, and walking to her room, Faith puts her backpack down along with the keys before falling onto the bed. She was tired and tonight she'd sleep for a few hours before killing Angel.

The next morning Faith woke up with a knock at the door. 'Who the hell?' Faith opened the door and saw a red faced man, who had eaten one to many twinkies.

"Ya?" Faith asked looking at the man with disgust.

"You are in my room." He said with anger. Looking around she shrugged before grabbing her bag and her keys. Walking past the man, she felt his hand graze her butt. Turning around she snapped his wrist. 'Broken' She smirked as he screamed in pain. Turning back around she got onto the Harley and drove off. 'Time for payback.'

Faith walks into a local hotel. She knew what she was looking for. Spotting Angel nearby she smirked. 'Way to easy' Watching from afar, Faith's slayer hearing picks up on their conversation.

"Okay, Elvis. When you are a big star you can get away with not carrying any cash. And while we're on the subject - I think one of us should apply for a small business loan." Cordelia says. "Just to get us through the rough spots." Faith walks up behind Angel and aims her crossbow at him "I meant what's a thirty year loan to you?" Angel turns as Faith shoots and catches the arrow just in front of his chest.

"That was so cool! This is gonna be fun!" Faith laughs and then turns and runs out through a door and into the sunshine.

"Oh my God. Faith." Wesley says shocked.

"I thought she was in a coma." Angel says as he looks at the arrow.

"Pretty lively coma." Cordelia says and looks at Faith's retreating figure. Angel looks at Cordelia and then back at the arrow. Sighing he snaps it in half and places the broken pieces into his pocket. "Let's call Giles." He says and walks toward some elevators.

"Giles said she left Sunnydale about a week ago. He described her mental state as borderline psychotic." Angels looks at his crew. "Also said that they didn't talk to her only Buffy did. She said something about payback and then ran off."

"Psychotic…That explains her outfit." Cordelia mutters to herself.

"This isn't right." Wesley stands and paces.

"When a whacked-out Slayer tries to kill your boss - it's very wrong." Cordelia looks at Wesley. He sighs, sakes his head and stops pacing.

"I meant Giles. Why didn't he give me the heads-up? I was Faith's Watcher. When she came out of the coma, Giles should have contacted me immediately." Wesley states.

"Maybe he was busy trying to keep her form - I don't know - kill everybody?" Cordelia looks at Angel then Wesley. "And what about Payback?"

"He didn't know she was coming after me. He was worried about Buffy. Afraid Faith might try to kill her… again." Angel sits down on top of his desk.

"Is she okay?" Wesley and Cordelia say at the same time.

"Yeah, but Buffy's… Riley, Buffy's boyfriend, is missing." Angel tries to say.

"What can we do?" Cordelia says, Angel sighs.

"Help me track her down. I want you two to check police reports - beatings, killings - anything within the last week, possibly near bus stations and bars. And then you make yourselves scarce. I don't want to give her any free targets. Also check up on any body's found between Sunnydale and L.A." Angel says and stands.

"You've been targeted by a psychotic! I'm certainly not going to run and hide." Wesley stands up to defiantly.

"She coming for me. I've got a fight coming up. I don't want you to get in the way."

"I thought we were a team." Wesley says

"We're not a team. I'm your boss. You go where I tell you and I tell you to lay low." Wesley starts to say something but Angel continues. "I know Wesley you think she's psychotic, but… Last year I had a shot at saving her. I was pulling her back from the brink when some British guy kidnapped her and made damn sure she'd never trust a living soul." Angel looks down then back at Wesley.

"Angel, it's not Wesley's fault that some British guy ruined your... - oh. Wait…" Cordelia looks at Wesley. "that was you." She looks back at Angel. "Go on."

"You don't need to do this." Wesley tries again, but Angel stops him. "Let's just get to work." Angel says then walks off to his office. Angel steps into his office and starts looking through his weapons cabinet when he hears some noise upstairs. Angel walks slowly up into the other office. Someone opens the blinds in the outer office as Angel walks towards it, flooding it with sunlight

"Hey, baby! Come give us a hug." Faith is standing their smirking.

"I was hoping you'd stop by. Always good to see old friends." Angel says, then Faith pulls out a revolver and cocks it. "What's this? Wooden bullets?"

"Ooh, good idea! But no, this is for you. You know - I'm going to kill you slowly and inventively, so I'm gonna give you one chance to…" Faith tosses him the gun. Angel catches it and shoots at her right leg. Faith laughs.

"Blanks." Angel then tosses the gun back to her. "Nice."

"You didn't shoot to kill. We're gonna have to up the stakes, get you in the game a little." Faith says as she looks Angel dead in the eyes.

"What's the game exactly, Faith? Boredom? Revenge?" Angel looks side ways. "Payback?" Faith looks at Angel as he says the last word slowly. Getting angry she screams at him.

"You… you think you can get to me again don't you? Well your little boy Wesley screwed that chance up. Never going to happen again." Faith then laughs a psychotic laugh. "You think? Because what if you kill me - and you experience that one true moment of pleasure? Oops! I'd get off on that. Go ahead. Do me. Let's take that hell ride together. Come on, Angel, I'm all yours! I'm giving you an open invitation. - Jeez, you're pathetic! You and your little tortured soul, got to think everything through. Well, think fast, lover. You don't' do me, you know I'm gonna do you!" Faith aims her gun at Angel and pulls the trigger. Angel staggers back under the impact as the bullet hits his chest, gasping with pain. "Gosh. That one wasn't a blank. - Let the games begin." Faith jumps out through the window, shattering the glass. Angel backs away into the other room as the sunlight floods in.

Faith down below runs out across the street and hops on her Harley. Driving off she swerves as she almost hit's a taxi. 'That son-of-a-bitch he thinks he can work me over… think again! I know how to get his attention.' Faith smirks and drives off in search of a very familiar watcher.