Risen

Chapter 3

Wesley whimpers as he looks at both me and Dawn in turn.

"I thought I could fuckin' trust you."

"Faith, I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, but we really can't allow Buffy the s-s-slightest chance o-o-o-of escape! If she escapes, then everything we've worked so hard for will mean nothing!"

"We?! I don't see you out there riskin' your ass every fuckin' night to save the world! You don't get to say 'we'. You are not part of 'we'. 'We' is me, an Red, and Angel, and Oz, and all the other werewolves and Slayers. 'We' is Kennedy. 'We' is Buffy. 'We' is not you and the other Watchers. Not even Giles is 'we', but he does more good than the rest of you Watchers put together! So don't you dare try to say what's best for us. Don't you dare try and say that keepin' B alive is gonna jeopardize everything we have done, because you haven't done shit!"

"But-!" Wesley tries to protest.

"No! Just shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear a damn thing you have to say! Because of you, the Council's gonna try and force someone to kill her! And you know damn well that the only one who's capable of doin' it is me!" My voice is crackin' up, and I'm chokin' on my words as my tears start fallin', but I can tell he's still terrified of me. I sit back down and bury my face in my hands as I start sobbin' uncontrollably. I can't stop myself, I just let it all out.

Eventually, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I look over to see Dawn standin' beside me, tears streamin' from her own eyes. I pull her in close and we just hold each other tightly, thinkin' the whole time 'bout B.

"They're right, Dawn." I sob. Dawn leans back and stares at me, unsure what I'm talkin' about. "I do love her. I'm in love with Buffy."

Dawn nods and pulls me in tighter than before.

"I was gonna tell her after that battle. That I love her, I mean. I know she did, too. I had this plan, right? I was gonna just walk up to her and push her up against the wall, and kiss her. I wanted to be the one to make that first move. I... I shoulda done it before. Before we got busy fightin' those vamps." I can barely see though my tears. "Shoulda done it before. She wouldn't have given in. She wouldn't have let herself get killed. She'd be here if I'd just made the move. I waited too long."

"Faith!" Dawn says, and I realise that she's been tryin' to calm me down. "You can't blame yourself!" Dawn's sobbin' too, and I can barely understand what she's sayin'.

"It's not your fault she's... she's gone. It's not your fault, it's not my fault, it's not her fault. It's not anyone's fault. It just happened. We can't blame ourselves for it." When the hell did little Dawn get so fuckin' grown up? "But there's only one thing we can do now. We have to help her. We have to save Buffy."

"Dawn?" I sit back and look her in the eyes. I look around and find that Wesley's already left.

"We can't let the Council kill her. We have to go get her soul back."

"Do you really think she actually wants her soul back?" I ask.

"No. But that thing that's in her body isn't Buffy. That's a monster. And Buffy would definitely want to come back, if it meant she could finally be with you. She never told me, but I could see it. She was in love with you, too. There's no way Buffy wouldn't want to come back for you."

"But... What if she's in heaven? She told me what happened after that hellgod. She went to heaven when she died, but Red thought she was in hell, so the Scoobies tore her out. What if we're doin' the same?"

"I don't think we are. It's just a gut feeling. I feel like we actually need to do this. It's like I can actually feel her... suffering. I think she's hurting, Faith. We have to save her."

I nod in agreement. I swear, I can feel her hurtin', too. "So we're breakin' B out?"

"Yeah. But it'll take a while. I have a plan. I have a feeling the Watchers will want to make an example of her, so we have a few days before they have all the arrangments made, then they'll have someone kill her. We have a few days. I need to get Xander, Giles, Willow, Angel, Oz, everyone. I need to get them in on it. We're going to need their help."

"Yeah. I know. I don't care what we have to do, I just wanna save her."

"I know. Me too."

I'm standin' outside the cage they put Buffyvamp in, starin' at her. I swear, she acts so much like B did. She's pacin' back and forth, like she's nervous when I'm starin' at her. Every so often, she realises that she's pacin', so she'll sit down on the small cot that's in all of the cells. She puts her hands on her knees and sighs in boredom. Finally, she gets up and walks over to me.

"I take it they're going to kill me." It's not a question.

"They're gonna try. Probably gonna try and make me do it. Since you killed Ken, I'm the only one who even has a chance of killin' you."

"Then I guess I'm safe." Buffyvamp smirks.

"No you're not. I can't kill ya because... well... I just can't. But when I refuse to kill ya, they'll kill me, then they'll just starve you or somethin'. You'll grow weaker over time, and then they'll have someone kill ya."

"Or, they'll underestimate me, and I'll kill whoever they send after me, get my strength back, and escape."

"Well, now there's a plan."

"What? You're agreeing that I should kill someone?"

"No. I'm agreein' with that last word you said. Escape. That sounds like a plan."

"What?"

"Two plus two equals four, B. You're gonna escape."

"How?" Buffyvamp asks suspiciously.

"I'm gonna help you. 'Course, once you're gone, they're gonna realise I helped, so they're gonna want to kill me for treason or somethin'." I say. I admit, I was testin' her, hintin' that I was comin' with her, hopin' that, maybe, she'll want me to come along.

"Well, that sucks for you. I may be a vampire, but if they caught me, they'd make it a quick re-death. Mainly because that's the only way they're going to be able to kill me. But traitors... You'll probably die slowly."

I scoff. Of course she wouldn't want me. She's a fuckin' vampire. She doesn't love. She's just a demon.

"I mean, unless you're getting at something."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, if you're planing on coming with me, just say it. I mean, I could use someone to keep an eye out for me in the day time. I'm kind of allergic to the sun now, you know."

I know vampires don't have a soul anymore, unless they get it back, of course, but I swear, I see somethin' right now in Buffyvamp's eyes. It could be my eyes playin' tricks on me, makin' me see what I want to see, but I can hear it in her voice, too. It's not that she won't argue with me if I wanna go with her, she wants me to go with her, and not just for daytime protection. There's a look in her eye, and in the way she's holdin' herself right now, and a sound in her voice, it's all beggin' me to go along with her, it's all screamin' the same message I've been gettin' from B for a long while. Somehow, the monster in front of me never forgot Buffy's love for me.

Suddenly, I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the discovery that we'd been leaning into each other through the bars separatin' us. Our lips were so close, I could feel her breath on my lips, even though she doesn't need to breath anymore.

I pull away before it can go any further, and Buffy's shoulders slump in disappointment. I don't think she even noticed that.

"Well, let's see, if I stay here, I get found out, I die. The Council tracks you down and finds a way to kill you. They discover that Dawn and the others helped out, and they all die, too. Or, we can all leave and all go our separate ways, they track us down and kill us all one by one. Or... We all run, and we stay together. Keep each other alive. Give ourselves a fightin' chance." I smirk as I see Buffy's expression go from disappointment to surprise. "I think that door number three is the only one that involves most of us survivin'."

"So you're coming with me?"

"Well, I think we're gettin' ahead of ourselves. We're not outta here yet. Don't think we should make any plans until we are. It'll take a few days to get everyone up to speed, so for now, we'll just have to sit tight and hope the Council isn't as fast as we think they are. Hope they don't move the plans up. They've set your execution for midnight two weeks from today. So, I figure we've got about a week to get you out of here. You know how they work. They make everyone think that they've got enough time to plan, then they move plans up at the last minute. Two weeks usually means one week."

Buffy nodds.

"But yeah, if we get outta here in one piece, I'm comin' with ya."

"You are?" I can hear the hopefulness in her voice before she clears her throat. "You know, 'cause I don't really feel like dying anytime soon. Like I said, need a daytime guard."

"Right." I agree. Is it possible? Can she actually still love me? As soon as I think this, she wipes the look off her face and puts the mask of indifference back on, and all emotion is gone just as quick as it appeared.

Nah. She's just usin' B's love to get to me. Vampires can't love. I frown as I turn and walk away, sitting across from the cell. I was assigned the duty of keepin' an eye on her since I was the one that brought her here. She's my responsibility, after all.

"Well, I've got a problem. Or, rather, you do."

"What's that?"

"See, I'm feeling kind of horny right now."

"How's that my problem?"

"Well, you're the one who's supposed to be keeping an eye on me. That means you have to watch my every move."

I suddenly get what she's gettin' at.

"No way. Hell no. Just keep your pants on, B."

"You don't have to help or anything. I mean, sure, feel free. I could do with a good fuck. But if not, looks like you'll just be watching me."

"What?! No!" I say, but she's already pullin' her pants down, smirkin' at how uncomfortable she's makin' me feel.

"Oh, what's the problem, Faithy? Never watched a girl get off before? 'Cause I have. Twice. I'm not talking about myself. You remember a nice, gorgeous young Slayer by the name of... Satsu?" She draws out the name, knowin' it'll piss me off.

"Shut up." I don't need a reminder that Satsu had her first. Not countin' guys, but I don't really count those three. No, really only two names really get to me when it comes to B. Angel and Satsu. Angel was her first. Her real first. Satsu was her first and only girl. True, first girl isn't really as big a milestone as first time, but it still gets to me. Call me wierd, but Buffy sleepin' with Satsu was like she lost her virginity all over again, and neither time was to me. Shit like that never used to bother me. Never really cared how many girls a guy fucked before, but for some reason, it really bothers me that Buffy's already given herself to other people. I don't know, guess I just always expected her to stay pure forever, 'cause she just seemed like that type of person.

"What's wrong? Don't like that name?" Buffy asks, like she's talkin' to a fuckin' toddler. "How about this one: Angel?"

I growl at the name. That one pisses me off even more than Satsu, though only when it comes to B. Any other context, and it doesn't bother me. Probably because of everythin' Angel's done for me.

"B, I'm warnin' ya."

"What are you going to do about it?" Buffy smirks.

"Please, just... just leave it be."

"Ooo, them's fighting words!" Buffy says in mock-seriousness. She lets her dirty jeans fall to the ground, and I gulp, seein' her small, thin, pink panties. I don't like pink. I despise pink. But fuck if I'm not turned on right now.

Her shirt slowly joins her jeans on the floor, and every inch of skin she reveals causes my breath to hitch.

She smirks again as she watches my face. I imagine I look pretty fuckin' hilarious to her right now. I quickly regain myself, but she knows she's gettin' to me.

Her thumbs hook under the thin waistband of her panties as they slowly start sliding down her hips. Just another inch or so and her pussy'll be clearly visible. I suddenly find myself unable to form mouth with my words.

My mush is turning to mind as her legs start slowly sliding down her long undergarments. And now I'm even unable to narrate properly.

She kicks her panties off and stands there in nothin' but her bra. She reaches behind her back to unhook it, then slides it down her arms.

"See anything you like?" Buffy asks seductively. She's tryin' to get me to go in the cage with her. But it's not gonna work. Though, it's not 'cause I have much willpower, all of that's gone already. It won't work because my body is incapable of movement right now.

When I don't answer, Buffy lays down on the cot like I'm not even actually here and spreads her legs. She glances back at me and motions with her finger, beckonin' me closer, and I find myself obeyin' before I can even think about stoppin' myself. She smirks at my readiness and places her right hand over her sex. She moans softly as she starts rubbin', and I can't tear my eyes away.

Buffy was never one to beat around the bush... so to speak, but she's sure takin' her time right now, enjoyin' every single torturous moment. I said I've already lost all willpower, but somehow, I lose even more as her moans continue. It's like I can actually feel it myself, the way she's rubbin' herself.

"Hmmmm." Buffy moans again. "You know, if you'd just open the door and walk right in, you could do this yourself."

That's a good idea. I think, and reach for my key without another moment's hesitation, actin' purely on instinct, but then I remember that they took my key away. Somethin' about me standin' up for her makes the Council think that I'm gonna try to bust her out or somethin'. Crazy, right?"

"Oh, come on, Faith. Surely you're not going to let something as feeble as a locked door hold you back?" I've been told about how Dracula got B under his thrall, and she was willin' to do anythin' he said for a time. I imagine that this is exactly what that felt like, 'cause right now, Buffy owns me. Damn it all to hell, she owns me.

I can't get to her, though. Somewhere in the darkest pits of my mind, somethin' is fightin' the urge still, and the cage was built to hold rogue Slayers, anyway, so even if I did use every ounce of my strength, I couldn't get to her, and she knows it. She's tauntin' me.

Her moans are gettin' louder, and she slips her middle finger inside herself as her left hand goes to work on her breasts.

"Hah..." I breathe out loud, and her smirk grows wider. Her ring finger soon joins her middle finger in the repetitive thrusting, and her hips jerk to meet every movement.

"Fuck." She gasps, and I know the tauntin' is over for now as she draws closer to her climax.

My own pussy's throbbin' as I watch, unblinkin'. I look around, checkin' for cameras and thank whatever deity is out there that there are none in here. Then again, with an army of hundreds of Slayers just outside the door, anyone stupid enough to try and escape would do it with or without the cameras.

Her moan turns to a shrill scream as her back arches and her body goes stiff. She continues her thrusts as she rides out her orgasm to its limit.

Finally, her body relaxes and she lays back down flat on the cot as she tries to catch her breath. Now that my trance is broken, I find it humorous that a vampire is tryin' to catch her breath when she doesn't even actually need to.

I'm now in control of my body again, so I go back to my spot across from the cell and sit down, watchin' Buffy clean up after herself.

Heh. Even in death, she's a neat freak.

After she's satisfied with her cleanup, she plops down on the cot again, not botherin' to get dressed.

"I might as well just stay comfortable for now. It's going to be a while before anything happens." She says to herself. She kicks back and relaxes, not coverin' up or anythin', so her entire body is spread out for me to see. So the tauntin' has resumed.

"Yeah." I agree.

"Hey, feel free to get comfortable yourself."

"I'm more comfortable knowin' your not starin' at my naked body."

"Yeah, well, don't think I'm not. Just 'cause you're wearing clothes right now doesn't mean I can't imagine."

I roll my eyes, but she's gettin' to me. No one can get to me the way B can, and she's certainly exploitin' that weakness.

This is gonna be a long week.