OK, it wasn't her walkman – couldn't afford one – but she was gonna give it back. And sure, she wasn't supposed to listen to heavy metal in class, but come on, it's not like she's ever going to need to know about Milton and shit. So when Miss Thompson shoved her feet off the desk and ripped the headphones from her head, Faith told her exactly where she could stick Paradise Lost.
Of course her mom found out, so on Sunday Faith had to go to confession with a black eye. Again. Wondering why she had to say she had sinned.
The Vampire
She liked visiting days. Not that she'd ever tell him that; he knew, there was no need to bring it up. She was never good with gratitude.
The guards called him "The Priest". Hey, all in black, somber-looking, hung up on good and evil... Close enough. She wondered how they'd react if she told them his kill count, though.
They'd talk about... stuff. Just shootin' the shit, or about things they had done. Sometimes, he'd be more tore up than her about something, and she wondered who was the prisoner here.
Sometimes he didn't show for weeks. She knew then.
Slayer
She knelt beside Buffy on the slimy floor. "Thought you were more badass than this, B." She had to shout to be heard over the noise and screams.
"Mine's the good ass, remember?" Buffy staggered painfully to her feet. "I'm not going back in there!"
"C'mon, what's a little violence between friends?" Faith leaned in, grinning, lips to Buffy's ear. "I'll make it worth your while...?"
Buffy blushed and shot her The Look before limping off towards the bar, muttering about satanic cults. As "Raining Blood" kicked in, Faith screamed in ecstasy - "SLAYEEEEEEERRRR!" - and dove back into the mosh pit.