Faith stared at the blade before her. Since accepting the gift she felt torn. Half of her felt like accepting the gift was a slap in the face to Angel, who had worked so hard twice to get her back on the right path. That accepting a gift, from a demon no less, was going down the wrong path, which was something she was trying to avoid, even if she had to act that way. The other part, well, the other part was trying to logic it. She needed a weapon if she was going to survive here. Hell, some of her fears had already become reality. She already had a few people randomly wander into her tent, all claiming to have gotten there by accident, but soon they showed their true colors. Faith took them all out, all different ways of course. But even then she never used the knife, even when it was always in arm's reach.
She picked up the blade and hopped off the bed. She had to admit, it felt good in her hands. Just like the Jackel knife had. She still had it, even after all these years. It was locked away, where even Angel didn't know about it. God what was with her and knives. Was it because they were shiny. She was never much of a girly girl, even now. So she highly doubted it was that. Guns worked well for killing people as well... demons, demons not people. Jesus who was she kidding. Guns didn't work on anything supernatural related until it was a werewolf and the bullets were silver. That's why they used swords, knives, crossbows, and stakes, among other things.
Man, this place was screwing with her psyche. She needed to get out of here, go for a walk. Have a good meal, good slay, and maybe a good...
"Hello, darling."
Faith spun around, the knife held perfectly at Crowley's throat.
"Glad to see you like my present. It suits you."
"Most guys get girls jewelry or some shit."
"True, but to be frank you are not like most girls, and I'm not exactly like most guys either love."
"Oh God, I think I prefer darling. Love reminds me of... hmm." She stopped herself. No way she was going to say, Spike. Even though he had gone off to do his own thing she wasn't going to say something that could link her back to anyone at home.
"You know you have a knack for holding knives to people's throat. Really you do, and I applaud you for that, but for once CAN YOU GET THE BLOODY BLADE OUT OF MY FACE?"
"Touchy. Touchy. You know, you need to take a chill old yeller." She removed the blade from his neck, though, but kept it in her hands, just in case.
He rubbed his throat a little before speaking. "Old... where on earth did you even come up with that?"
"Just now actually. Cause you know, your old, and you just yelled."
"I... you really are a character aren't you?" He chuckled. "Down to business, I've noticed a few of my people dropping off the map lately, I don't suppose you wouldn't know anything about that would you."
"Tell your people to keep their hands to themselves and maybe they'd still be alive," she snapped.
"Now look who is getting touchy." He sat down on her bed and patted the spot next to him. "Come, have a seat."
"I'd rather stand thanks."
"You don't trust me, do you?"
"I don't trust anyone I can't touch with a ten-foot pole."
"I think you got your idioms confused. Besides, you could touch me with a ten-foot pole."
"I could also hit you upside the head with it."
"Ah-ha. You know if you are having problems you can always come to me."
"Any problem I have?"
"Anything."
"So what you're saying is, if I have any kind of problem, no matter the nature, I can just..." She walked over to him and sat in his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. "Come over and tell you about it?"
"My door is always open to you." He placed his hands on her waist.
"Oh good, cause see I have this problem right now, that I wasn't sure about."
"Well don't be shy now, darling."
She gave him a smirk. "Well you see, I'm on my period and I just can not find where you keep the tampons and pads at. Like anywhere."
"Arg!" He shoved her off him, to which she laughed. "You know you're really..." His nostrils flared with anger, but he never seemed to finish his thought.
"Come on Skip, I was just having fun with yea."
"This is what you call fun?"
"This is what I call making best of the situation yes. I've been here for almost a month now, I've passed all your stupid shit, and even put up with your handsy, sons of bitches, mindless freaks. I'm going off my rocker with boredom! So if that means messing with you then so be it."
"Well if that's the case why didn't you say so." He walked towards her, but she raised the knife in defense, making him stop. "Now, now love. Didn't I ask you to stop pointing that thing at me?"
"Didn't I ask you to stop calling me that?"
He laughed before trying to move around it, but she blocked him again. This time, he hit her hand away before backhanding her. As her head snapped to the side she could already taste the blood in her mouth and the light ringing in her ears. He knew how to hit, that was for sure.
"Now, look what you made me do. Here let me..."
But before he could finish she returned his backhand with an uppercut to his jaw, causing him to step back and grab his jaw.
"Woah! You really are a firecracker," he laughed.
She spit the blood out of her mouth before tonguing the cut on her lip.
"Now how did you do that?"
"What's the matter, no one with enough balls to hit you back before?"
"No, not that. The thing with your eyes."
"What thing?" She turned to look at the little mirror on her dresser, her eyes looked their normal chocolate brown to her.
"You don't know? Interesting."
"Know what? Dammit Crowley, I swear if you did something to me..."
"Easy now darling, I didn't do anything. Maybe I was wrong."
"No, don't you even dare pull that crap." She got up in his face. "Tell me what you saw."
"It was nothing really, just then you licked your own blood, which was hot by the way, really got my motor running, your eyes flashed red."
Faith tried not to let the sinking feeling show on her face, for she didn't want Crowley to know this was something that terrified her. Because she knew only vampires and demons were able to have eyes that changed.
"A girl gotta maintain some mystery, otherwise you might grow bored with me."
"Trust me, darling, I could never get bored with the likes of you. Now that all that foreplay is out of the way, let's say we go have some real fun."
"Sounds perfect."
Faith grabbed the dagger and holstered it before following Crowley out her tent. As she left the tent she sent Dean a warning glance from where he had stepped into the shadows while on his way to see her.
