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Timeline: Post "Chosen" and "In My Time of Dying."
Pairings: Faith/?
"Blah" means speech
'Halb' means thoughts
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The three figures rushed into the clearing and finally stopped. They weren't breathless but awaited the sounds of someone following. There's none. The hoods are pulled back and the woman sneered while kicking at an already fallen log, disturbing the ants and beetles that had been resting underneath.
"Son of a BITCH!"
"They followed us," growled the other as he ran his hand though his blue hair.
"No shit, Sherlock," snarled the other, much taller than the two but lacking muscle.
"It's your fault for tripping," said Blue as he faced off to the leader, instantly regretting it when seeing her eyes darken. "Forgive me Alera, I forgot my place, I-"
"Silence!" The woman sighed, black eyes clearing to her bright blue that contrasted her midnight black hair. "This changes nothing. We still find HIM."
"Who says he'll even listen," asked the tall man, making Alera roll her eyes.
"Because, Kai, when I tell him of the Slayer: he won't have a choice but want to have a crack at her. All head honchos are the same."
"Yes that, or he could kill us," spoke Blue.
"Such faith in me, Taven! That's what the portal is for."
"Yeah, cause that worked so great last time," said Kai, sarcasm evident.
"Well it got us here," hollered Alera, making both men wince when her eyes crackled with impatience.
"She has a point," said Taven.
"Hey, all I'm saying is that we have the witch on our ass, that rogue slayer, and now tell me.. What the hell kind of good will come of it," asked Kai.
"Oh, he has a point."
"Shut up," yelled Alera and Kai, making Taven huff.
"Humph! Fine! See if I ever sacrifice virgins for you two ever again!"
Alera rubbed her temples, a headache forming because of their insolence. However, it if weren't for Kai the witch would've caught them off guard. So worried about completing the spell was she that she had fallen. It had been her mistake that they ended up here instead of the underworld but sooner or later either they would find HIM or he would find them. Either way, she was looking forward to serving someone worthy of her talents.
The First had been sloppy. Letting cockiness and complete sureness get in the way. It had no back up plan, therefore losing ground. A hell mouth closing was a big sign of weakness and the First had lost power. Demons turned its back on it. The Slayers were feared, making them hide like bugs under rocks or like slimy eels in the deepest part of the sea.
But not her. Not Alera. She wasn't going to go down easy. If one place was impossible to take over, then you find another. This place where a Slayer was unheard of. This place where humans were the ones doing battle. She laughed now just thinking of it: gaining strange looks from her companions.
Kai: a powerful warlock who looked like you could push him over with your pinky. He was far from the Wicca's own power but she had been proud when seeing him hold his own.
Taven: a half-breed out looking to make a name for himself. His mother had been a whore on the streets of LA and his father had been a Rafela demon. Something that resembled that popular character: Beast on that cartoon show. Ergo the blue hair.
And who was she? She was Alera, daughter of Quienate: one of the powerful demon lords of their realm. Her father had served the First well with his dark magic. However, when it came to her taking the throne, she had turned her back to him, and he had punished her by taking her abilities. Well, most of them anyway: before she killed him with his own blade to the heart. The only thing that could kill the demon Lord. Knowing she would die for her crime, she had left and hid, until finding them. Until coming here.
Laugher caught her attention and she looked to see a couple running to a tent. Two sets of couples already seated near a campfire. Giggling while making s'mores.
"How cute," cooed Alera as she pulled off her robe.
A black corset with red ribbons that tied in the back donned her body. Her long, lean legs were encased in red leather. Black boots were worn over the pants, stopping at the knee. Her fellow brethren followed suit.
Taven in all black while Kai preferred white.
"Dinner?" asked Taven while he licked his lips.
"Now boys." Her eyes closed then opened to black, landing on the carefree teens seen just through the trees. "You know me. I like to play with my food first."
"You two are disgusting." Kai sniffed the air. "I smell burgers!"
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Faith stared at the ceiling and sighed. She couldn't sleep, not really. She turned her head to the side and looked to see Willow breathing easily. Lucky. So instead she got up out of bed and sat on the edge. Sighing, she went for her pockets and groaned when not feeling a pack of smokes. She needed to get the edge off, so without those all she had was slaying, sex, or some other type of vigorous work out. Considering the fact that she had no sexual partner and there really were no tinglies coming from any baddies, she had the third option.
Standing, the bed squeaked from the loss of weight and she checked to make sure Willow was still undisturbed. Satisfied, Faith pulled on her boots then walked to the door. She pushed it open and it creaked softly. Tip-toeing down the hall she smirked when hearing the loud buzz that she recognized as a snore. Peering into the darkness she saw that it was Dean bellowing the nasal-fest and she felt pity for poor ole-Sammy that had to deal with that.
She had bigger things to worry about and that was stepping over those two and getting to the door. So she made it past Sam just fine, walked around something that was used as a makeshift coffee table and finally she was stepping over Dean when the snoring suddenly stopped. Quick as a flash he had her by the ankle and before she could kick him off she was falling over, landing harshly against the now destroyed "table".
"Son of a-"
She lashed out, connecting with flesh.
"Ow! God-"
"What? What's going on," murmured a disorientated Sam who soon grunted as two bodies piled on top of him. "Oaf!"
Faith felt weight on her and she fell back, landing on top of Sam.
"Now, if you wanted a threesome, all you had to do what ask."
"What?" Dean halted his attack, holding her hands over her head while looking down at her. "What the hell are you talking about?"
She grinned while looking over at a yawning Sam and Dean paled.
"That's just…"
He didn't finish his sentence cause soon he was flying in the air, and then hovering and he stared wide-eyed at the awakened redheaded witch.
"I get cranky when I'm woken up," she said softly while looking at the brunette Slayer. "You okay?"
"Five by five," said Faith as she stood, stretching her hands over her head. "He hits like a girl."
"Wait, you HIT her," asked an astonished Sam.
"Well, ah, I didn't know who it was and. HEY, not the point."
Willow's eyes flashed black while she flicked her wrist, bringing Dean forward fast enough to make him dizzy.
"Then what IS the point?"
"Heard a noise. Besides, she liked it."
"Yeah, right."
"Actually, it was kinda kinky," put in Faith.
"What the hell were you even doing," asked Dean?
"Going out. What? Do I need a permission slip?"
"How about we all calm down," asked Sam, finally fully awake and standing slowly.
"Yes." The sound of a gun cocking. "Lets."
Willow turned her black eyes at a newly wakened Bobby, who had his gun pointed at her. She just rolled her eyes and in a blink of an eye it was gone, leaving Bobby perplexed. Then, she let her hand go to her side and Dean fell with a loud thump on the living room floor. He groaned at the hit his gut took and rolled onto his back.
"Ow."
"What the hell is going on?" asked Bobby, stepping backwards.
"These girls are on our side… I think," said Sam as he helped his brother to his feet. "Ran into some trouble and got, what was the word, transported here?"
"Yeah, not so gently either. Sorry about the car, not that I should be, looked like a piece of junk anyway."
Dean froze, turned to look at Faith with a semi-narrowed gaze.
"What do you mean 'sorry about the car' and it isn't junk!"
"Oh, I thought you noticed. I landed on it, kinda made a big bump."
Jaw tight, Dean hurried forward. The door was pushed open so hard it banged back shut with a loud crack. Worried, Sam followed his brother until coming to the car. Sure enough, a large imprint was on the hood as well as a busted windshield that had a couple strands of brunette hair.
"Dean…"
"Just leave me alone, Sam."
"She couldn't help it."
"I know, just… Leave me be."
Sam nodded, and was soon gone: leaving Dean to stare at the car. The one other precious member of the family that was broken. Defeated. Images of his dead father, of the burning body, filled his head. Memories of waking in the hospital bed, alive, unhurt while the doctors announced to him that his father had collapsed.
Everything was falling apart. Nothing was the same. His father was dead and it was his fault. His baby was hurt, and it was his fault. Sam was in there, worrying about his future, and it was his fault. Because he couldn't tell him. Not now. This burden, it was just too much, and he couldn't handle it and the next thing he knew, he was picking up a tire iron and beating the ever-loving hell out of the car. It was already broken, anyway, why not? All his anger, frustration, and pent up rage went into it. The windshield that was barely hanging on was put out of its misery, the side windows, and finally the back trunk. Over and over again until his muscles burned and grew tired. With one last toss of the tire iron it clanged against the fender, and then rattled onto the gravel covered ground.
"Man…"
He whipped around, his eyes, which were still vulnerable, found Faith's.
"I'd hate to be the person you piss off cause, wow," she said while stepping to the totaled car.
She looked at him, his eyes now hard and empty, and sighed while stepping up closer.
"I'm sorry about the car."
"Like you said, it was already junk. I'm fixing her, anyway."
Faith lifted a brow, then looked back at the Impala.
"Well, you're doing a bang up job."
He smiled at her joke, and then chuckled while running tired hands over his worn face.
"So," he said, clapping his hands together. "Let's find that ritual and get you the hell out of here."
"Fine by me. Can't wear these clothes another day."
"Well, I'm all for that idea," he said, his eyes moving over her.
"Really?" She grinned while looking up at him, walking backwards. "Maybe if things don't work out right away, I'll give you a go."
"Give me a go, huh?" He followed her and she turned to walk forward. "Maybe I'll botch up my end of the research on purpose."
She gave a slight shove with her hand and he stumbled slightly.
"Yanno, you're pretty strong for a girl," he muttered.
"Well, I ate my greens," she said, walking up the porch.
Then she stopped.
"Those three we followed in. Before we go, I'd like to find them and see what they were up to."
"We can handle it."
Faith looked at him, then.
"Maybe, but they come from OUR world, dimension, whatever. SO I'd like to either take 'em out or bring 'em back."
"Fine." He didn't feel like arguing. Not now. "Let's research or whatever."
"I hate research," complained Faith.
"Yes, well, I like to look at the pictures. Sam is the whiz kid."
"As is Willow." She opened the door to see the two of them already in front of Sam's laptop. "What did I tell ya?"
Dean shook his head.
"Nerds."
"We're not deaf," said Willow as she glared at the two when they came around to stand behind Sam and herself.
"What are you looking up cause we don't know what kind of demons those were," Faith pointed out. "All they wore were robes and even then, they aren't common among this demon world."
"Willow figured that," Sam answered. "We're trying to look up the spell they used to bring you here, but finding actual spells on the Internet aren't exactly going to bring the greatest results."
Willow looked over Sam's shoulder at the websites he was visiting. They were definitely different than from what she used.
'Another world, another Internet,' Willow reminded herself.
"You mind if I try something?" Willow asked nicely.
"Sure," Sam slid out of his seat.
"I wouldn't normally do this, but we're crunched for time and we really need to get out here."
"What's she gonna do?"
Dean backed away from Willow as she put her hands above the keyboard.
"Witchy moment," Faith nodded.
The keyboard lit up under her fingers, bathing Willow in a white light. Dean grew a little fearful, while Sam looked on in interest. Faith only stood back and smirked at the whole situation.
"Found it," Willow pulled her hands away from the laptop. "An antique town called Brundidge, Alabama."
"How'd you find it?" Sam asked.
He knew witches, seen his fair share of them trying to curse a town or a certain person, but they never did stuff like this. They usually stuck to potions and spells.
"I just went through the search engines a little quicker. Referencing everything Faith and I saw when the three were doing the ritual."
"Alabama?" Dean sighed heavily. "At least 15 hours from where we are."
"Well let's go!" Faith demanded.
"We can't," Sam stopped her. He turned to his brother and waited.
"What is it?" Dean asked confused.
Sam went to his duffel, unzipped it and ruffled through it. He was looking for something he found when their dad died. He knew Dean probably wouldn't have wanted him to do what he did, but he had to look more into it and he did.
"It's one of dad's old cell phones," Sam sighed.
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Roadhouse
After Dean had listened to the message on his dad's phone that Sam had retrieved, their plans of going to Alabama were waylaid. Someone named Ellen knew their dad and knew something that could help the brothers. Willow questioned the voicemail, which forced the brothers to explain to them about 'the demon.'
"So basically the First, but this time with an actual body," Faith shook her head when they explain his annoying habit to possess people and give them incredible power.
Faith's mention of the first forced Willow to explain their last year in Sunnydale.
"What are they, related?" Dean laughed. And then he grew quiet, thinking that maybe they were in some weird, twisted way.
They were still driving down the interstate, each dealing with their own thoughts. Willow, silently worrying about what Buffy would do when she found out what happened to Faith and herself. Faith was just annoyed that she was transplanted to another world. She did not count this as a vacation.
Sam was worried about this Ellen person. And why their dad didn't tell them about her. Who was she? And how was she related to the demon? Dean, at the moment, was worried about how people would look at him in the beat up old van he was driving.
"I feel like a friggin soccer mom," Dean said under his breath. He saw the building first, The Roadhouse, and pulled the van over and parked. He shut the engine off and opened the door.
"Here we are."
"Is this it?" Willow looked at the rundown place that just sat where it was in the blistering heat. The place was made from wood, some parts of it looking way past its prime.
"Sorry it's not the Hilton," Dean glared. "Or do you not have those where you're from."
"Do you wanna be upside down again?" Faith asked as she slid the door on the van shut. "I didn't get my turn."
Dean turned his back them, suppressing the urge to talk back, and walked to the door. Sam followed behind him. Faith took a second to admire the view, until she saw the look on Willow's face.
"What?" she smirked. "You were so quick to give up on him. Am I not allowed to have him? Sides, I was checking them both out."
"I didn't say anything," Willow walked past the slayer.
Willow was about to walk inside when she heard the sirens. She turned around and saw three police cars and an ambulance speeding past the Roadhouse. She didn't know what had happened, but she grew uneasy.
Her attention was pulled away when she heard glass breaking from inside. She rolled her eyes and pushed the door open. She stopped as she saw a girl behind Dean, his hands on his head.
"Oh God, please let that be a rifle," Dean pleaded.
"No, I'm just real happy to see you," the girl responded, pushing the gun deeper into his back.
"H-Hey," protested Willow. "Can we just talk about this?"
The gun was cocked.
"Guess not," said Dean.
Willow raised her hands high, showing that she meant no harm. In the corner of her eye she saw a shadow move and figured it was Faith. Oh, well, that meant she got to play distraction. Um, distraction...
"We don't want any trouble," said Dean.
"Shut up," said the blonde girl, who pressed the gun tighter against Dean's back.
Then, suddenly, Dean had the gun. Of course, he let his guard down thanks to the barbs he had to put in and ended up getting punched in the face. The shadow came into view. Faith had snuck around unnoticed and as the mystery girl was ready to aim the gun back, Faith got her from behind.
Faith took a grip by the trigger, blocking the blonde's finger from pulling it, and then twisted it so that she had the gun. Just for kicks she nailed the girl in the stomach with a swift kick so that she dropped to her knees.
"Faith," protested Willow.
"I didn't kick her hard," she said. "Kid was askin' for it."
Faith looked up as the door to the back room opened. Out came Sam with his hands in the air and an older woman with her own gun pressed to his head. Faith, seeing his distress, pointed the gun to the blonde and met the gaze of the older woman.
"Jo!"
"I'm okay, Mom," said Jo while holding her sore stomach.
"You! Put that gun down!"
"No, far as I see, I have the advantage. How about YOU put the gun down."
The click of another weapon and Faith turned her head to see a man with a crazy looking mullet aiming a firearm at her. She sighed in annoyance, remembering that she had seen him when slinking around. He HAD been passed out on a pool table.
"Think you can get a shot off before I do?"
"I think I could. You all right. Ellen?"
"Fine, Ash."
"Ellen? We were looking for you," said Sam.
"Sure you were," said Ellen.
Faith saw the blonde girl, in her peripheral vision try to slide over and Faith tutted while aiming the gun at her between the eyes.
"Wouldn't do that," scolded the Slayer while keeping her eye on the Billy Ray Cyrus wanna be.
"What is it with you people and guns," yelled Willow and in a blink of an eye, Faith was the only one with a weapon.
"What the," said a confused Ellen as Sam hurried over to a still cursing Dean.
"Now," said Faith, still aiming the gun at Jo while turning her head back to Ellen. "Ready to play nice?"
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