Here's Faith's. I got more in depth with her character in this one than I meant to, but I actually feel emotionally attached to this chapter…as creepy as that sounds. This is set in season three during the episode Choices. Enjoy. :3

Nothing

"Now you have no one. You were a Slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big selfish, worthless waste." Willow practically spit the spite-covered words at her. Faith took a step back, almost fearful, before she remembered that words were the only thing that Willow could use against her.

But, damn, that had been cold. Colder than anything Faith herself had said. Okay, so maybe that wasn't completely true, but still. That was when Faith realized that what the girl in front of her said had hurt her feelings of all things. That was when she felt something snap.

Before she knew what was happening, her hand was in the air, flying towards Willow in a blur that made her dizzy. The back of her hand collided with Willow's jaw, sending her flying to the ground with a grunt and a thud. Her mouth even seemed to be working on its own as she heard herself say, "You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient."

Willow glared at her as she got back to her feet, her eyes set in a defiant glare. "Aw, here I was just thinking you didn't have a comeback."

The blood rushed to her face as she felt the anger burning just under her skin. "You're begging for some deep pain."

Setting her jaw, Willow shook her head slightly. "I'm not afraid of you."

Once again, Faith felt when she lost control. She moved forward swiftly and pushed Willow into the wall. The sound of her body's impact with the wall echoed in Faith's ears and she realized for the first time how much trouble she could be getting into right about now. But this was it. She wanted it done. She wanted Willow to pay for her words. It was more than that, though. She wanted Buffy to pay for it. She wanted to cut Buffy so deep, she'd give up fighting. One jab, one slice would end it, and she'd go down without a fight and Faith had the key to the plan trapped. Then she'd be the only Slayer and she wasn't planning on returning to a Watcher-controlled life, either. All she had to do was use her gift.

"Let's see what we can do about that," she said angrily as she slowly reached down and pulled out her knife. She pulled it up into the air so that Willow could see her end before she pressed the blade into her throat, applying just enough pressure that she would be able to feel how sharp it was. Willow's eyes were wide with fear and acceptance of her fate and Faith could practically see Buffy's image in them.

Of course that's who Willow would be thinking about in her final moment. Not her mongrel of a boyfriend, not her oldest friend, not the librarian, or, hell, even her parents. She was thinking about Buffy Summers. Perhaps she was berating herself for having failed their cause. Maybe she was repeating her practiced confession; the one she never got around to blurting out in a moment followed by awkward silences and nonchalant coughs. It could be that she was remembering the last time she'd seen the Slayer before Faith had caught her and brought her in as hostage. It was over, Faith was sure she was saying to herself. And she was right.

Faith resolved to finish it with that moment; bring down the others and give Buffy a reason to stop fighting. Her fingers twitched, anticipating the motion she was currently going over in her head. One movement, one swipe to the right. It was so simple that it was almost anticlimactic. The end of Buffy & Co.; the last good Slayer and her mediocre Wicca girlfriend.

"Girls, I hope I don't have to separate you two." The Mayor's voice sounded from behind her, but Faith kept her eyes on the prize. This had to end now, she knew. If it didn't, it wouldn't end at all. "Faith, you can play with your new toy later. Something came up." Faith didn't look away as he spoke, far too busy watching the relief blatantly appear on Willow's face. She was going to live, she'd found. For now, at least. Again, Faith watched as Buffy's image flashed against the girl's eyes. "Faith! You know I don't like repeating myself."

Faith stood there, drawing the knife back and stepping backwards slightly, but keeping Willow trapped between her and the wall. The other girl was breathing rapidly, her heart rate having increased in what she believed to be her last minutes on earth. She was going to live. Faith set her jaw and gritted her teeth because she wasn't 'nothing.' She wasn't alone and she did have someone. Sure, she didn't have some mega creepy secret love affair going for her, but, hell, she had someone to think about right before she died.

"I got someone," Faith assured her, her voice quiet as she tried to hide the emotion hidden behind the words. "I got him." She nodded her head back towards the Mayor. He wasn't Willow's 'sacred' Buffy, but he was someone at least. And he was what kept her from being nothing.

Okay, so I got more in depth with the Faith-reading in that one, but that episode actually makes me feel bad for her. And Willow 'cause she's constantly getting manhandled. XD Still, there was plenty of Wiffy to go around, as you could tell, I'm sure.

Anyway, Angel's chapter is going up tomorrow.