Faith gripped the bloody knife in her hand as she looked at the man before her. For the time being, she pushed aside the panic that hung in her throat after killing the last person. For she had no idea who this guy was and what his intentions were. So she needed to be on her toes in case he decided to attack. The fact that he was wearing a suit and tie was throwing her off a bit, but she wouldn't let that stop her from driving the knife into his gut if need be.
"Bravo, that was really... bravo. I can see you... you are the real deal. Not even here an hour and your already taking out the competition. I applaud your tenacity. Though I do have to wonder, why did you save him?" He nodded his head in the direction of Dean.
Faith knew better than to look behind her. She had to keep her eyes on this fool. She couldn't risk being surprised with an attack. Not now. "I didn't." Was her simple answer.
Suddenly she was standing in front of the man. Or was he standing in front of her? She couldn't tell as it happened so fast.
"Don't. Lie to me. I like you, but I will snap your neck if you lie to me again."
Now that she was up close to him she noticed a distinct accent in his voice. Where it was from she had no clue, but she heard it.
She spit in his face. "I'm not lying. That dumbass just happened to be in the right place at the right time for him."
The man took a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently patted away at the spit before neatly tucking it back in. The whole thing was throwing Faith off her guard. She had never seen a demon so well behaved before. What was next, he was going to kiss her hand or something?
"Why did you kill my guy?"
"I didn't like the way he looked at me."
The man started laughing then. "I really do like you. What is your name darling?"
"Why should I give you that, you haven't even told me your name."
"Fair enough. The name is Crowley." He took her hand in his and started to lean down, but she stopped him by putting the knife to his throat.
"Go any further and I'll give you a new hole to breathe through."
"My, my. You really are a firecracker aren't you?"
Faith tensed up at that word, but it didn't stop her from pressing the blade further into his throat.
"Are we done here? Because I am really getting tired of this scene."
"By all means, I hate to keep a beauty like you from doing what you please."
She looked him up and down before she slowly lowered the blade. When she turned around she noticed she was indeed nowhere near Dean or the suit she had dropped. So he must have moved her forward somehow. As she walked towards Dean she held his eyes, she still wanted to know why he was here. How was he mixed up in this supernatural mess?
"Uh, I don't believe I got your name," Crowley said from behind her.
She turned her head to the side but didn't bother to turn all the way around. "That's because I didn't give it." She looked at Dean again and gave him a wink before walking away altogether.
Once she was several feet away from the crowd she stopped walking and took a deep, shaky breath. She looked at the dry blood and the knife she still held in her hand. God her hands were shaking badly. She dropped the knife to the ground as she tried to rub the blood off her hands, but she wasn't having much luck.
"No, come on dammit. Why won't you come off." She rubbed harder but it wasn't working. It was caked on there, like a curse, reminding her of what she had done. She heard movement behind her then, so she stopped rubbing and listened. Once they are close enough she spun around, her fist aiming for whoever was behind her. But it was blocked by Dean.
"Hey," He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "Hey, it's okay. I won't hurt you."
"Like you could." She pulled her hand away from him and turned to walk away when his voice stopped her.
"What's a slayer?"
Shit. So he had heard that.
"Man, what are you doing here exactly? Does little brother know you're a criminal?"
"I could ask you the same thing." He got in her line of vision. "Look, I'm not here to cause you problems. I... here I know where you can wash the blood off your hands." He held his hand out for her to take.
She raised her eyebrow at him. "I'm not some damsel in distress here, you don't need to save me."
"Clearly, since you are the one that saved me just now." He dropped his hand. "Look Fai..."
"Don't finish that," she growled. "Look, you don't know me. So just... don't."
She turned to walk away again but he got in front of her again. "You're right. I don't know you. But I know what it's like. I saw your face after you stabbed that guy. You were terrified."
"Any person in their right mind would be upset that they just killed someone."
"No, that wasn't what scared you. What scared you is how easily it came. Like second nature. How you just slid that knife into his heart without even thinking about it. No hesitation, nothing."
She reached out and grabbed his throat. "Keep talking, see how easy it is for me to snap your neck."
"You won't."
"Oh yea, what are you some mind reader?"
"No, but you're not like them. Sure you killed before, you were touched by darkness, but you aren't that person anymore. And you aren't like them. You don't kill out of want or for the fun of it. You do it because you have to. You killed that guy for the sole reason to save me."
"Will you shut up before I make you shut up," she hissed, her eyes darting around. God damn this fucker was going to get her killed. But clearly, all his marbles were not present. "Why aren't you like them?"
"I've been here for a while, I've past what they've put me through so far. So they trust me. Look if you came in here like me then I know you don't have any backup, any help. Let me help you. Trust me, if anything I can keep you from crossing that line."
"What about you? If you have been in here that long how have you not crossed over?"
"I've come close, that's for sure. Would you believe me if I said the reason I didn't was because I wanted to see if what connection we had that night at the bar was real or not." He gave her probably his deal-sealing half smirk, and she had to admit, it was kind of sexy. And maybe in another place at another time, but currently...
"Bullshit."
"Alright, Sammy. I can't just do that to my brother."
"That I can believe."
She looked down at her hands again and frowned.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
"Yea, okay," she responded in almost a whisper.
When he started walking she followed him this time without protest.
