A/N: I'm so sorry this took me so long to put up. This chapter drove me insane because this is the third time i've had to write it. The power kept going out...and my microsoft word, instead saving it every 5 minutes like it should...lost all data for this particular document. Ohhhh pissed off was an understatment second time around. So anyways heres Chapter 3.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Do not own.

The apartment room is filthy and barley lit. A child sits in the middle of the carpet staring, at the entrance with curious eyes. The child is small, thin, and very pale skin is evident under the smudges of dirt that cover its body. It only appears to be 2 or 3, and yet all the childlike laughter, and happiness was lost in its eyes. All replaced by a longing, curiousness as it stared at the door, waiting for its family to return…

Chapter 3

Buffy and Liv anxiously stared at the clock, it was already well past 2 a.m, Faith and Floor were supposed to be back by 11. The blonde slayer blankly stared at the phone in her hand, contemplating whether to try Faith's cell again, or to just go out and look for her. Liv absently stared at a coaster on the coffee table; her expression was worried and almost as anxious as Buffy's. Both slayers were so lost in thought, that the sharp knock at the door made them both jump.

Buffy looked at Liv confused for a second, before getting up to answer it. She cautiously opened the door; her confusion grew at seeing who was on the other side.

"Faith?" Buffy jumped at her lover, enveloping her in a hug. "I was so worried baby, where were you?...Why'd you knock, don't you have your key with you?"

Faith stiffly returned the hug and cleared her throat. " Um…No. I dropped it at the cemetery. We were ambushed by quite a few vampires." Faith pulled back out of the hug and brushed herself off, smiling. "No harm done, I took care of them, with the other slayer." Liv got up from her position on the couch and hurried over to them "Floor was with you? Were is she now?" the little brunette asked quickly. Faith turned to the younger slayer and smiled crookedly; the brunette stepped forward and patted Livy on the shoulder. For an instant Faith's eyes slid closed and shuddered slightly before opening them again.

"Ahh yes. Don't worry Olivia, Floor was right behind me. She just stopped to tie up some loose ends with a few friends." Livy and Buffy glanced at each other, looking confused, before nodding.

"Ok….do you know when she will be back?" Faith shrugged, and strode into the apartment, throwing her jacket onto a nearby sofa, and stretching almost cat-like. "Should be soon. You should go looking for her….I'm sure she'll be ecstatic to see you." Livy nodded silently, and slid her jacket on. "See you guys…have a nice night….thanks again Buffy." Livy gave Buffy a quick hug, and exited the apartment, leaving Buffy and Faith alone. Buffy looked back, noticing Faith had left the living room, her eyes searched the apartment for a moment looking for the brunette. She heard her girlfriend in the next room, along with the clanking of bottles and cans.

Faith rummaged through the cabinets of the kitchen, grumbling to herself. Her eyes finally fell on a bottle of scotch, she grinned widely and chuckled. "Here we go….exactly what the doctor ordered." Buffy watched Faith suspiciously, as the brunette spun the metal top off the bottle, and knocked back a few gulps.

"Fai….are you alright?" The brunette, stop and turned around to face her partner.

"Of course…Buffy. What could be wrong?" Faith flashed a quick grin, before drinking more of the burning liquid. Buffy shrugged and walked up to her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her. "Nothing…you just seem a little…I dunno….out of it….It's probably just me I guess…..I was worried about you, baby." Faith stiffly patted the blonde on the back and pulled away.

"Of course you were. Why wouldn't you be? You love me, I love you. So we do that….worrying stuff." Faith gave an unconvincing chuckled, swigging back more brandy. She waltzed past Buffy and plopped down on the couch, absently flicking through the channels. The blonde followed her and sat next to Faith, cuddling up next to her lover. Faith's face contorted into an uncomfortable grimace, she looked down at Buffy, giving her a forced smile.

"Um….Buffy….could you uhh…..give me the slightest bit of breathing room. Thanks." The blonde pulled away, trying to hide the hurt expression, that was fighting to show itself.

"Well….baby, I thought we could….you know. Celebrate our anniversary and all." Buffy gently tugged on Faith's arm. The brunette looked at her; the blonde swore she saw a hint of disgust in her girlfriend's eye.

"Nah…You go on to bed….I'm just going to crash out here for a bit." Buffy nodded and slowly got up, making her way to the bedroom. The blonde quietly closed the door, fighting tears. 'Did I do something wrong?' Buffy wordlessly slipped into her sleep clothes, and slid into the queen size bed. She buried her face into Faith's pillow and inhaled deeply, before falling into a restless sleep.

Buffy tried desperately to take in her surroundings, to no avail. She was surrounded by endless black on every side, she had never been there before, yet it was oddly familiar. "okay…weirdness." Buffy turned around again, trying to see anything in the blackness. Her eyes fell on a pale silhouette; the slayer ran toward it trying to get closer, to her frustration, she felt as if she wasn't moving at all. The more she ran the dimmer the shape became.

"Wait!" The blonde shouted breathlessly. Before the shape, totally disappeared Buffy heard a faint, but familiar voice in the distance.

"B…"

Elsewhere…

'My….head….fucking…..hurts. Wer-….were am I? Wait….th-the demons…Floor!' Faith shot up and stumbled to her feet. Her eyes darted around; it looked like she was in a crypt somewhere. The slayer heard shallow breathing beside her; she looked down to see Floor curled into a ball, a pained expression on her face. Faith knelt beside her friend, turning her lifeless body twords her, checking to make sure she was breathing. The older slayer tilted the blondes face up to take a look. To her horror, Floor looked as if she was dieing, her face was a ghostly white and cold to the touch, dark purple circles had formed under the blondes eyes, and her lips were tinted a pale blue/grey. Faith shook the unconscious slayer gently, trying to coach her to waking up.

"Come on F…come on. Stay with me. Wake up, Floor." Faith brushed strands of hair out of the younger slayers face. "We're gonna get out of here….don't worry F. Your gonna be fine."

"Confident one aren't you?" Faith whirled around at the sound of a familiar voice. Her eyes widened in shock. There four feet in front of her stood Floor, smirking evilly, her arms crossed in front of her.

"Too bad it's misplaced." Faith growled, balling her fists. The person in front of her couldn't be the real Floor.

"What the fuck is this? What kind of game are you playing?" The imposter chuckled and casually took a seat on a nearby coffin.

"Game? Hm, never quite heard it put that way before. Now that you mention it…this is kind of fun. Your little monkey friend here is actually strong, despite being not much more then a lowly street punk." Faith attempted to attack the Floor look-alike, only to find that her right ankle was shackled to the wall. Floor chuckled and hopped off the coffin.

"Oh, good show there slayer. Confident and aggressive….stubborn as well. You can take my word when I say, you cannot break those chains. Our own... special metal."

Faith stopped kicking at the shackle, and turned back, glaring daggers at the imposter.

"What are you? What did you do to my friend?" Faith's voice was dark and on edge. Again, the look-alike chuckled. "What am I? Well…I won't tell you that Ms. Lehane. I will however tell you, that I know almost everything about you, and your little friend here. All by just touching your filthy human skin." The demon flexed its fingers before continuing with a grin.

"As for your friend….Floor." The Look-alike grimaced "She's not dead...yet…you should be happy. Her soul wasn't as weak as I would have guessed. However, it's not exactly strong either…it's not much more then a snack, at the moment." The look-alike added sounding disappointed. "Really, it's up to her if she lives or dies."

"Behaving, Mr. Mimic?" Another all too familiar voice came from behind Faith; she turned to see herself, kneeling over Floor's pale lifeless body.

'What the fuck? How are these guys doing that...?'

"Get...the Fuck…away from her." Faith growled between clenched teeth. The Faith look-alike looked up at her and gave her a sinister grin, before looking back down at Floor. "Such a waste." The Faith look-alike roughly patted the younger slayer on the back, causing the unconscious girl to grimace in pain. "Chin up, sport." The Floor look-alike gave a haunting cackle, before turning to it's companion.

"So Mr. Swan, how did the recon go?" The Faith look-alike grimaced.

"That…Buffy, woman…..she's a foul one. Would you change with me, Mr. Mimic?" Faith's blood boiled. 'Buffy…'

"You better stay the fuck away from her, or I will rip your throats out and feed them to you." Faith's voice was menacing, her dark-side gladly showing through.

Both the look-alikes looked at her, before laughing manically. The Floor look-alike finished laughing after a moment and turned to it's partner.

"No Mr. Swan…I quite like this form….her soul is….delicious….so much suffering. It's delectable, and her young age, oh…….fresh and seasoned."

Mr. Swan frowned and shrugged. "If you wish. This ones soul is quite good as well….I can suffer her….mate…for a bit longer, I suppose." They nodded to each other and turned to Faith.

"Well, we're off." The Faith look-alike, said through a grin.

"Tootles" The Floor look-alike gave a small wave. Both demons shimmered out of sight right before Faith's eyes. The slayer stood there for a moment, staring in disbelief.

'Demons stole my appearance…one of them has B…Floor is dieing…I am chained to a wall…My B is in danger…my friend is dieing, right in front of me.'

Faith heard something snap, without warning the dark slayer screamed in anger, bringing her hands up beside her head. She swung her fist into the crypt wall, cracking the old stone as it connected. When Faith cooled down slightly, she slid to the floor beside her friend, panting. The feeling of helplessness, giving the dark slayer a hollow burn in her chest.

"What are they planning, Floor?"

A/N: Well? How was it? Things will pick up quickly, so if your bored don't worry. I'll try to update asap. So fingers crossed my power doesn't go out 9 times again. The Italics in the begining will start making sense soon don't worry. See you guys later!