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Chapter 7
After sunset, Faith and I, head out to find out some info on the new mystery vamp and the big bad that he tried to warn us about.
"So, where do we start?" I have no answer for her, not really knowing where to look myself. Then something comes to me.
"We can try Willie. You know, he always has an ear to the underground." She nods.
"Yeah, but are we really in the mood to beat him up just for some information?" We give each other a look. I smile at the fact that we think so much alike, in these situations.
"Yeah." We say and head of in the direction of the club.
"After we find out what we need to know, ya wanna meet the gang at the Bronze?"
"Yeah! That way we can discuss more about Homecoming!" She rolls her eyes and replies dryly.
"Oh boy, I can't wait." She falls back.
"Come on, Faith." I say, pulling her to catch up with me.
Once we reach Willie's we go end guns a-blazing.
"So, this is where the creatures of the night go after a hard days work." I say, making the occupants looks in our direction.
"And hear I thought, they went home to relax and soak in a nice bath with lavender bubbles, and a glass of wine."
"How wrong ya were, B." We walk further into the bar, some who know who we are run out as fast as they can. The others? Well, they know now.
After we deal with the stragglers, we head towards the bar. Willie backs up, out of our reach, Faith just hops the counter getting in his face.
"Hey, Willie-boy, how's it goin'?" He tries to back away further, but he is as far back as he can go.
"S-s-slayers! How are ya? Can I get ya something? On the house, I won't even card ya." He stammers.
"Well, Willie-boy, as much as I wish that this was a social call," She gets right in his face.
"It ain't. We're here for business." Ooooh, I love it when she talks in her 'slaying voice'. It's so sexy!
"New vamp in town. Goes by the name of Angel."
"I don't know nothin'."
"We ain't even asked you nothin' about him, Willie."
"Okay. What would ya like to know?"
"What's his story?" He thinks for a second, then replies.
"I don't know nothin'." She jumps forward a little, he falls back scared.
"Faith, calm down." This is how we handle things. She has the intimidation and I finesse it out of him. It's always works out for the best.
"But B, he's lyin'." She pleads.
"Let me handle this." She rolls her eyes and waves me over to question him. I hop over to their side, picking him up, so we are face to face. And slam onto the counter behind us!
"Tell us what we need to know, Willie! Or this is going to turn out very bad for you." He shakes his head.
"Okay! Okay! Angel, right?"
"Yeah, what do ya know?" Faith asks him again.
"Not much. Used to run with a crowd back in the day. Then he messed up and killed the wrong girl. Some broad from a gypsy clan. They got their revenge by cursin' him."
"What do ya mean by 'cursin' him'?" When he doesn't answer her fast enough, I slam him again.
"She asked you a question!" His eyes get big as saucers.
"Right! Right! I was gettin' there. They thought the best punishment would be restorin' his soul."
"Why would that be a punishment?" I ask, my interest is definitely piqued.
"Well, when becoming a vampire means ya lose your soul. Easier way to handle the killin' and the maimin', I guess." Faith and I give each other a look.
"Rumor has it he hasn't fed on a human since then, that's all I know. I swear!" I let him up.
"Hope you tellin' the truth, Willie-boy. I would hate, hate to have to come back here." She says with a smack to his cheek. We make our way toward the exit.
"I think we are getting better and better at the bad cop badder cop thing, don't you?" I ask Faith, once we are outside.
"I would have to say, that's definite 'hell yeah', B! Did ya see the way he almost shit himself? I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughin'."
"We do make a great team, baby." She gets the hint.
"That we do, B."
She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in for one of those kisses that makes my knees go weak. When our lips meet, we peck a couple times before she slides her tongue against mines. I moan at the action. She pull me in tighter and reaches down to grab my ass. We keep this up for a few more minutes, before we break and I have to regain control of my breathing. Damn, this girl can kiss. I mean, you are just going to have to take my word for it. Because I would hate to have to come and beat you down! I thought we were getting pretty close, what about you?
"B, ya ok?" I love how she is always worried about my well being. I give her a small kiss and pull away quickly before it escalates.
"Yeah baby, I'm fine. Bronze?" She nods.
"Bronze." She grabs me around my waist and we head over, for some relaxing and what I can only hope will be some very close dancing with my girl.
We decided, to take a break after what some would call dry humping in the dance floor. Faith heads off to the bar to get us something to cool down with. I head over to the corner of the club where the rest of the Scoobs are discussing how we are going to handle our homecoming plans. I grab the empty couch next to Willow and Oz, who are currently making out. I give them some privacy by scooting down a little. Even though, Oz is a man of pretty much no words, I love the way he has brought Willow so far out of her shell. He has definitely had a great effect on her confidence.
"I'm thinking we should arrive in style. I say, we get a limo." I catch the tail end of Xander and Cordelia conversation. Limo? She would want one. She is the one of us who can actually afford one.
"I don't know, Cordy. That sounds pretty expensive." Xander says, taking a sip of his drink.
"I think it sounds like a great idea. It is out last year and we should do it in style." Willow says, pulling out of her lip lock with Oz.
"I think it sounds bad ass." In walks Faith, with our drinks. She takes her place next to me and hands me my drink.
"I have to agree with the ladies." Oz gives Xander a sympathetic look. Cordelia sticks her tounge out at him, because it looks as if she will be getting her way. He rolls his eyes and flips her a bird.
"Rude." She gasps. I shakes my head at the two of them, before taking a sip of the drink that in front of me. I question.
"Is this diet?" Its the only kind of soda I will drink.
"Of course, B. Its the only kind you like." She knows me so well. Her answer deserves a reward, I lean over to give her a quick kiss.
"You two are disgustingly sweet." Cordy fakes a gag. She can be such a bitch.
"Jealous?" She scoffs.
"Of you? Never." Bitch.
"Not to interrupt the cat fight, but I don't think its within my financial means to afford a limo."
"No worries. If its an issue, we can always take my van." Cordelia doesn't even blink.
"Van? I'm the homecoming queen I can't show up to the dance in a van."
"Ya haven't even been elected yet, Queenie." Faith reminds her.
"Key word, yet. Small speed bump on my road to the crown."
"Well, not only is the fact that my money is pretty much non-existent. I also have the problem, of not having a date." We keep forgetting about his little problem.
"Don't worry, X. We will find some Betty for ya Barney." Faith reassures him. He brightens up at this.
"Oh no, Buffy. Scott Hope is on his way over here." Willow lets me know. This guy will not take the hint!
He has been asking me to Homecoming for the last couple of days. Everytime I tell him, 'No thanks. Faith is my girlfriend and she is taking me to the dance.' But he doesn't get through his head. I wish he would stop because it is becoming harder and harder to hold Faith back when he does.
"Hey Buffy, how are you?" Faith tenses up, I put my hand on her knee to try and calm her down.
"Hi Scott." I really don't know how to get this guy to go away.
"I was just wondering if you would be my date to the Homecoming Dance?"
"Scott, I keep telling you that Faith is taking me to the dance. She is my girlfriend." I try to stress.
"Yeah, I get that you guys are friends." He can't be this dense. Faith can't hold it in longer.
"No, needle-dick! More than friends! Buffy is my girlfriend! And if ya can't get the idea thorugh words, I have one more way to get it thorough to ya." He looks a little scared. Yeah, you should be buddy.
"Besides, there's somethin' goin' around school, that ya may have a problem that only a certain kinda cream can cure. Is that true?" She gives him a pointed look. We all cover our mouths to hid our snickers.
"I think that means 'no', Scotty." Oz throws a him.
"Fine. I get it." He says before scampering off.
"Bout time." She sits back.
"Dance anyone?" Xander asks us.
"Why not?" We all head to the dance floor. Unbeknownst to them, off to the side of the dance floor, was a man in a wheelchair, watching them a little too closely.
"Is that them?" He asks. A well dressed man steps up behind him.
"Yes it is. Those are the targets." A slow smile spread across his face.
The next day, we all head to the louge to find Cordelia staring at the other girls, in the running for Homecoming Queen.
"Damn C, ya staring at them kinda of hard. Makin' wonder what team ya play for."
"If you would ditch the midget, you wouldn't have anything to wonder about." What?! Has she lost all of her common sense.
"I'm standing right here." She looks me up and down.
"So? Your point?" Would I get in a much trouble just for punching her a little bit? Faith notices the homicidal look in my eyes.
"She's jokin', B." She chuckles a little bit. I must be missing something because I'm failing to find the funny.
"Not helpin', C."
"Not trying to, F." She turns around to stare at her competition.
"I really got to start campaigning more." She turns back towards us, listing off whose asses she has left to kiss.
"I don't have to worry about you guys, I pretty have your votes locked right?" She asked with a look. They all nod, except for me.
"I'm not voting for you." She looks a little offended then recovers.
"Not that I care, but why not?"
"Yeah B, why not?" I'm getting questioning looks all around the table.
"I mean really, its not like you could run and win. Ha. So, why not vote for someone who actually has a chance?" Is she serious? Does she not know who I am?
"Stop it, Cordelia." Xander tells her trying to be the peace maker.
"If the race was about, vampires, blood, and guts, then I would throw in the towel. But since its not, then I would like to see you get out there win the crown." She really thinks that she is better than everyone else. I'm about to knock her down a peg or two. I mean, you would vote for me right? Shake your head yeah.
"You want to see me get the crown?" I ask her. She nods.
"Then you will." She rolls her eyes. Faith puts her head in her hands. Willow has a shocked look on her face.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"What it means, Cordelia. Is that you ar about to get spanked at your own game."
"Right." She retorts not believing me.
"Why should I be scared? Because you are the slayer?"
"Not at all. This is something totally seperate from that. You have awaken a sleeping giant. One that was is all about winning these contests. The crown will me mine. I hope you are ready. Cause you are about to get a run for your money." She snorts.
"This is going to be one of the saddest things, I've ever witnessed. Besides you wardrobe choices." She can spit fire all she wants, I'm going to win!
"I'm not worried." She lets me know.
"You should be." I reply confidently. I get up and head out, coming up with a surefire plan thats going to help me win. Faith chases after me trying to change my mind. But my foot is down! Its on!