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nefarious_land [26 Jul 2006|07:02pm]
[ mood | horny ]

I sat on my couch, flippin' through the channels as usual, and sippin' a nice, cold Miller Light. It wasn't quite dark enough to go slayin' just yet, so I was takin' it easy and doin' my usual lazy thing.

I think I'm beginnin' to like Cleveland. Sure, there is this nasty feelin' I get a lot, like this whole place is fuckin' doomed...but I suppose that's not too different than Sunny D or Boston. And the nightlife? Well, let's just say I found a couple rockin' underground clubs for the young transients just lookin' for a good time. Perfect for me: bag a guy, take him home, have a little bedroom romp before I show him to the door and never see him again.

That ain't all I've been doin', though. T&G students have been arrivin' the past couple of days because classes will be startin' soon. I must admit, I was expecting more of a geeky crowd and, while there are mostly booksmart Ducky-types, there's also the occasional guy with a bangin' bod and rockstar smile. I've had to cool myself down a couple of times because I can't be seducin' the youngens...that would just be wrong, right? Sure, I may only be a couple of years older than most of them, but that probably wouldn't look too good on my resume.

So I'm just stickin' to directing the occasional lost kid in the direction of the kitchen and whatnot. Classes start next week and everyone's already got their books and started readin' up on everything. Shit, when I was in school (before I dropped out), I didn't even read a book when it was mandatory. These kids must be hella dedicated.

I am gonna have to start preparin' to teach, somethin' I've never been very good at. I'll be teachin' a couple self-defense classes with B, though, and she's got the whole leader mojo thing workin' for her, so I'll probably just be able to get away with pretendin'.

The phone rang and made me jump, spillin' a little bit of beer on my white shirt. Luckily, the phone was right next to me, so I didn't have to move too far. Picking up the receiver, I answered with my usual, "What's up?"

((Open to anyone, but only one person))

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Conversation with Angel a_slayers_world [05 Jun 2006|04:18pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

I woke up in a dark, stuffy room, momentarily forgetting where I was. Then I remembered: waking up from the coma, running from the hospital into the safety of Angel's mansion. I'm grateful that the dude trusted me enough to let me stay here...afterall, I was responsible for a lot of his grief around graduation time. But isn't that kinda in Angel's nature? Helpin anyone and everyone? I did show up actin like kind of a smartass, but I have a real hard time lettin my guard down, especially since Bleach Blonde Butthead was intruding. Normally, not killin a vamp wouldn't sit right with me, but if this guy was harmless, what would have been the point?

I spied a trunk in the corner of the room and opened it up to find some vintage clothes. Musta been Angel's from decades past...I guess even the humblest of vampires has to keep up with the trends. I pulled out a pair of black windsuit pants and a tie dye t-shirt. Wow, Angel wore Hammer pants and tie dye? I had to laugh to myself as I put the clothes on. A little baggy, but it'll do. I don't think I can keep wearin the bloodstained clothes from when I was stabbed...that's just not cool.

Makin my way down the stairs, I noticed that the house was quiet, but some sunlight creeped in the cracks that Angel's window coverups didn't quite...well, cover up. What time was it? I found a clock on the wall in the kitchen that read 2:00. Jeez, did I sleep until 2 in the afternoon?

I opened up the refrigerator to look for some food. Ketchup, a block of sharp cheddar cheese, and lots of blood. Ugh! Don't vampires eat people food? I mean, they're not like cats or anything, getting sick from eating people food. I opened up some of the cupboards until I found a box of crackers. I sat down at the kitchen table with the crackers and block of cheese and ate like I've never eaten before.

Then my spidey-sense started tinglin'. I knew he was behind me.

"'Mornin', Angel. Cheese and crackers?" I offered the food to him, but he shook his head and sat down across from me at the table.

((Open for Angel))

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What the hell have I done? [05 May 2006|10:13pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

I walked aimlessly around the town I used to practically own. Now I was nothin, a nobody to the random passerbies on the streets. I passed The Bronze, a place I used to frequent every week, rubbin up on the little boys who liked to think of themselves as men. A man only wants what he can't have and I was always very clear that they couldn't have me...until it came time to leave, in which I would pick my victim, so to speak. They'd come back, we'd rumble in the sack, and BAM! Out the door they went. The only one that ever wanted to stick around, I pushed right out the door...Xander. Fuck, what was I thinkin'? The poor boy tried to help me and how did I repay him? By tryin to kill him. I wonder if he'll ever forgive me...

Or has he forgotten about me? Has everyone forgotten about me? Exactly how much time had gone by since I was put in the hospital?

My mind is racin' a million miles a second. I can't help but think about every single person I had hurt. Every single person who tried to help me and I went behind their backs and tried to have them all killed. All for what? A semi-fatherly figure who was probably just trying to use me to formulate his evil plan to take over the world? I took out almost everyone who came in his way...why wouldn't he have wanted me around? He betrayed me. He left me alone to die. I hated him now. He made me evil. My destiny was to rid the world of evil and here I am succombing to the dark side. Yeah, I might be somewhat of a hardass, but I've never wanted this for myself. Hell, I'm only...how old am I now, anyway? I know I'm still way too young to be messin' up my life like this.

I had nowhere to go. I had nothing left in this entire world. Unless.....wait. More than anything I wanted redemption for everything I had done. All the pain I caused those who cared about me...and even those who really didn't, but definitely didn't deserve the agony I put them through. There was only one person--well, maybe that's not exactly the right word--I knew of that would understand. Hell, maybe he would help my evil soul. It was worth a shot.

I quickly walked to the place I had stalked out so long ago. Did he even still live here? Here goes nothing...

*knock, knock*

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Lost a_slayers_world [24 Apr 2006|12:09pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

A faint beeping sound came from next to me and I looked over to find myself hooked to a machine. Am I still dreaming? I attempted to sit up, but searing pain coursed through my entire body. No, I'm not dreaming anymore. Despite the pain, I sat up and looked around the room. I saw through the window that it was dark outside.

Then I remembered: the Ascension. Had it worked? Had the boss taken over Sunnydale?

I ripped the IV out of my arm. OOOOOOWWWWW!!! Some blood squirted out of my inner elbow, but I didn't care. I ripped off the rest of the wires and stepped down off of the bed. All I had on was a tiny little hospital gown, so I checked all of the drawers in the room. Sure enough, a small pile of my clothes were in one. I got dressed and I noticed there was a big red spot on the stomach of my shirt.

And I remembered again: Buffy. She stabbed me in the gut with my own knife in an attempt to save Angel. Wincing in agonizing pain, I took off for the exit door of the hospital and ran as fast as I could to get to the mayor's office. Opening up the doors, I saw a short, fat man sitting at his desk.

"Can I help you with something, young lady?" He asked with a look of concern on his pudgy face. Still panting from having run all the way from the hospital, I gazed down and noticed the name plate on his desk: Mayor Thomas Klaus.

"Wh-where's Mayor Wilkins?" I asked. The man looked bewildered and stood up.

"Is this some kind of a sick joke?! Is that what you kids find funny?! Wilkins is DEAD and tried to take out all of Sunnydale with him. Have you no respect?! If you have a problem with my being mayor, I suggest you wait until you're 18 and VOTE! Now get out of here before I call security!" I took off again. I didn't know where I was going. I was so lost. The boss was dead, Sunnydale was still here.

All the memories came flooding back...murder. I murdered people. My own hands took the lives of living beings. And all for the man who deserted me the first chance he got. Now I'm back and I have nothing. I have no one. I have nowhere to go.

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Final dream a_slayers_world [20 Apr 2006|12:45pm]
It's dark, the darkest black I've ever been surrounded by. I don't know where I am running to...or from, for that matter. All I know is I'm terrified of what's behind me. Maybe I'm running from me. The person I've become...the murderer. That's not me. That's not how I was taught by my watcher.

Running as fast as my legs will carry me... I'm completely out of breath and coughing and wheezing. Tears are pouring down my face, as the memories...the faces of those whose lives I made miserable flash in front of me. Over and over and over again. I sob and scream out for forgiveness. Who am I screaming to? No one is listening. No one cares. I've betrayed them all and I have every reason to suffer and die.

I run.

Until there is no more ground beneath me. I feel myself falling. Wind rushes at my face, stinging my eyes so I can't see where I am falling to. It feels like I am falling forever, just waiting for the impending doom.

And then I woke up. My vision is blurry, but I can see that I'm in a hospital.

What the fuck?!
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Still dreaming a_slayers_world [20 Apr 2006|12:32pm]
I was dressed head to toe, all in pink. Yuck, I've always hated pink. Daddy knew that, yet he insisted on dressing me up like a Barbie doll. But for some reason, I didn't mind this time.

Sittin' in the middle of this brightly lit room, I played chess against him. He always let me win, even though I've never been very good at it. I could never figure out which piece could move where and, honestly, it gave me more of a headache than anything. But he loved to play and why make Daddy mad?

After beatin' him several times, he looked at me and smiled, "Faith, I've got something to show you. But you've got to be very quiet." He pointed to the door that led to the hallway and I got up and opened it. The door slammed behind me and I was shoved into a hallway lit by one flickering lightbulb.

I stepped forward and felt searing pain on my feet. Looking down, I saw that the entire floor was lined with broken glass. I attempted to reach out for a wall or a railing or somethin', but my arms wouldn't move. I was in a straight jacket. The only way to go was forward.

I walked and walked, my bare feet crunching on shard after shard of broken glass. The blood poured out of my open wounds. I saw two sealed doors with tiny windows, one to my right and one to my left. In the one on the left, I saw Willow strapped to a hospital bed, a nurse injecting something into her arm with a giant syringe. On my right, Xander was also strapped to a bed. His eyes were starin' blankly right at me and his mouth was open, drool dripping onto his pillow.

I walked some more, doors on every side of me, every step of the way. Giles, Cordelia, Joyce, Oz...all those who had taken me in and trusted me. I betrayed all of them. I put them in this institution.

The last door I came to was Buffy's. It was open and I walked up next to her bed, watching her sleep. All of a sudden, her eyes opened.

"I forgive you, Faith. Come home."
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Dream 1 a_slayers_world [20 Apr 2006|12:29pm]
The walls were cavin' in as I ran and ran as fast as I could down the long corridor. Faster and faster, the walls were wicked close. Down, down, down.

And all of a sudden, they stopped. I was standin' in front of a tall iron gate in the middle of a rainy night. I opened the gate and stepped into the Sunnydale Cemetary.

"Daddy?" I called out, but no one answered. I continued walkin', searching hard for him in the darkest rain. "Daddy?!" I heard voices, hushed whispers comin' from the mausoleum ahead of me. I opened the door just a crack and listened closely.

"Faith's a disaster, I can't believe I wasted all that time using that filthy brat." I peeked in further to see who was talkin. The Mayor. My Father. The man I trusted. The man who promised me the world and everything in it. That man who used me. That man who put my life in jeopardy time and time again for his ascension.

"Sir, you've done a great job using Faith to get to the slayer. But what if she finds out?" A random vamp asked the back-stabbing bastard.

"No worries. I've got a plan." The two turned to walk towards the door and I backed up until I fell into a hole in the ground. I landed on my back with a painful thud and saw I was trapped in a coffin, well beneath the ground. I tried to stand up, but the pain in my back refused to let me move.

"Help! Somebody!" All of a sudden, there was a figure standin' six feet above me, starin' straight down at me. It was him. That snake, that no good son of a bitch!

"Aww, big, bad Faithy, crying? What's the matter, princess? Have you fallen and you can't get up?" He was holding a shovel in his hands.

"Why are you doing this to me?" One more time I tried to get back on my feet, only to fail and snap something else in my fragile back.

"Because I knew you'd fall for it. I knew you'd think that someone could actually love a trashy whore like yourself. If you ask me, I think you deserve it. I think deserved to have been stabbed by Buffy."

Stabbed? I don't remember being stabbed. I looked down and, to my horror, saw blood gushing out from my mid-section. Oh my God, he's right! He laughed and started shoveling dirt into the coffin I was paralyzed in.

"No!" I wailed. "Please, no!"

"That's right," he said. "Keep screaming. Keep thinking that someone's actually going to want to save you. Keep screaming til you die!" He continued to bury me while I screamed a the top of my frikkin' lungs. Until I could no longer breathe.
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[08 Jun 2004|12:28pm]
[ mood | weird ]

I ran down the stairs of the Summers' house and out the front door, essentially chasin' a shadow. That funky watch-out-behind-you feelin' in the pit of my stomach was getting more and more faint, and I knew I wasn't going to catch up with this vamp. Especially considering he was probably going to duck into hiding, since it was almost light out.

I ran and ran until my legs were fuckin' numb and it was then that I realized that this vamp had tricked me. Some time ago, they musta made me think they went one way, while goin' another. Damn.

I looked around in the semi-darkness, but I didn't see any moving shadows. That feelin' in my stomach was coming back and fuckin' strong! Closin' my eyes, I concentrated. I could feel something comin' up behind me, so I stealthily reached for my stake. I waited...closer...and bam! I did a spinning kick, so as to knock them over...

...but my leg hit nothing but air, takin' me by surprise and causin' me to fall on my ass. What the fuck?!

Whoever this Angelus guy was, he was good. I had a feeling I was a little out of my league at this point, and that pissed me off to no end. These past couple of days have been a total confidence buster and I fuckin' hate not bein' able to come out on top.


I dragged myself back up the stairs to B's room. The door was closed and I heard hushed whispers, but I knocked anyway. B's voice cracked as she told me to come in.

B was sitting on the side of her bed next to the guy I assumed was Angel. He was fuckin' beat up, with bruises and deep cuts all over his half naked body. I couldn't help but stare and if it hadn't have been for those cuts and bruises, the sight of his body would have turned me on like whoa.

B's voice brought me out of my drool session. "Well?"

"Nada, B. This motherfucker must be good if he outran me." B looked disappointed and turned back to Angel. "Hey, what's up, Angel? Name's Faith." I stuck out my hand for him to shake, but he just coughed and sputtered out a "Hi".

B was on another planet now that her boy toy was around. I watched her care for him and him responding with loving eyes. It was enough to make me gag, but at the same time, it struck a weird nerve in me. I'd never been in love before...in fact, I was nothing more than a wham-bam-thank-you-little-girl to most, if not all, of the guys I was involved with.

"Guess I'll leave you two love birds alone," I said, trying not to sound sad. Closing the door behind me, I headed to my motel room to watch TV. I needed to be alone, sort out my sordid thoughts.
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[13 May 2004|01:22pm]
This Fred chick was really givin' off a strange vibe. She obviously wasn't a vampire, but there was just somethin' about her... I looked at B and scowled. I could tell she knew what I was thinkin'; must be a slayer thing.

I tried averting my attention elsewhere until B and Old English got through badgering Fred. I picked up a purple unicorn off of B's nightstand. God, could this chick get any more girly?! I mean, the closest I had to little trinkets was the bullet that I killed the bear that attacked me in the middle of the woods with two years ago. Talk about your close encounters! That's the last time I go hunting with--

"Faith?" B's voice brought me back to the present. "You've been scouting out Sunnydale since you got here. Do you know of any abandoned fruit factories or anywhere else that would hold plums?"

I had to stop and think for a sec. Fruit factories in Sunnydale? True, I'd seen a lot of strange shit since I'd been here, but I had yet to hear of any fruit factories.

I shook my head. "Sorry, B. I'd remember plums."

Old English spoke up. "I can't say that I've ever heard of such a thing around here either."

B stood up and motioned for me to follow her out of the room.

"We're going to go ask around, see if anyone knows anything. We'll be back in a bit," she explained to Giles and Fred.

"Where to?" I asked.

"I know a guy that just might know something," she answered, heading straight downstairs and out the front door.


B picked Willy up by his collar, slamming him up against the brick wall outside the bar. Willy held his head in pain.

"I swear, I don't know nothin'!" He shouted in defense.

B gritted her teeth. "And why should I believe you?"

"Why would Angelus come in here, knowing the Slayer pumps me for information all the time? Well, not pump...not literally. I mean, not that I'd be opposed--" B slammed him against the wall again.

"Shutup! Has anyone come in talking about seeing Angelus? Anyone?!" Willy shook his head.

I thought I should step in. "B, I don't think he knows anything."

Willy nodded, agreeing with me. "She's right! Besides, you know me! I'd tell you everything I knew if I knew anything. It seems to me you're not looking outside the box, though, girls. Why limit your search to just inside Sunnydale?" B dropped Willy and we both looked at each other.

Why the hell didn't we think of that?!
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[02 May 2004|11:46pm]
[ mood | full ]

I tossed and turned for a good half hour on the air mattress that laid on B's living room floor. It wasn't because I was uncomfortable because, let's face it, almost anything was more comfortable than sleepin' on the rat infested bed at the flea bag motel.

I always had trouble sleepin' when my mind was racin' a million miles a minute. I thought about how my watcher was killed right in front of me by Kakistos back in Boston and how it led me here. My watcher had told me about B many times and it always kinda pissed me off that I wasn't the only chosen one. Say what you will 'bout me, but I grew up in a family where I was neglected, to say the least. When I got to Sunny D and found B, I realized how different we were. She had family and loyal friends, and even a boyfriend. Me? Well, I got sick of my mom's abuse and moved in with my watcher. And I never had any friends, probably cuz I dropped out of school. Even before I did, all the chicks hated me because I slept with their boyfriends. Which explains the lack of boyfriend as well.

But B seemed really dedicated to this Angel dude. I don't know much about their past, but it's obvious B's hurtin'. Maybe it's cuz she's my sister slayer, but I could actually feel her pain.

I turned over to face B, who was laying there on her back on a separate air mattress next to me. I couldn't tell if she was asleep, so I whispered, "B?"

Her eyes opened slowly and it was obvious she hadn't been asleep either. "Yeah?"

"What's the deal with you and Angel?"

B turned so that she was facing me. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I just get the feelin' that you two have some kind of murky past."

She kinda frowned at that. "It's kind of complicated, I guess. He was a vampire with a soul, but after one moment of happiness, he lost the soul and became a dick."

I smirked. "Don't they all?"

That got a small chuckle out of B. "Yeah, well, not all of them are sent to hell by their girlfriends." She sighed. "And not all of them come back from hell for a second chance. Now he's two different people, literally, and being held prisoner by himself. And it's up to me to save him because he depends on me...and because he would do the same for me."

I was speechless. I was never one for the sentimental crap, but I actually felt bad for B. So, I said pretty much the only thing that came to mind. "We'll save him, B, don't worry."

B gave me a half smile and turned so she was on her back again. "Thanks, F."

Within 5 minutes, we were both asleep.


I woke up to the smell of something incredible. Looking over, I noticed B wasn't in her bed and Giles had disappeared from the couch, too. I did what that crazy toucan advised and followed my nose.

Walking into the dining room, everyone was sitting at the table, ready to chow down on what had to be the biggest breakfast I've ever seen, outside of the buffet at Denny's.

"Good morning, Faith!" B's mom smiled at me. "We didn't think you were ever going to wake up! Dawnie, could run into the kitchen and grab an extra plate?"

B's little sis got a plate and laid it down at the empty spot at the table. I sat at the table and chowed like I never had before. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast...mmmm...

"So, are we going to try to see if Fred remembers anything?" I asked with a mouthful.

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[01 Apr 2004|11:44pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

I woke up all groggy from the night before and rolled over to shut the alarm off. 9:15.

9:15?! Shit, my alarm's been going off for two damn hours and I was supposed to find B at Sunny D High first thing this mornin'! I flew out of bed, put on my leathers, threw my hair up and ran out of the hotel all the way to the high school. No one was in the library, so I checked B's home room. She...wasn't there?

The bell rang for the students to switch classes and I waited outside B's home room. Her Scooby Doo (or whatever) friends, Xander and Willow came out, but no Buffy.

"Xander!" I went after the taller brunette and he turned around, looking at me with wide-eyed confusion.

"Where's Buffy?" I asked, noticing that Willow was also starin' at me, confused.

"Uh...Sh-she left."

"Do you know where she went?"

"The hospital to see Giles," Willow answered.

I supposed I should have muttered a good-bye, but I had to find Buffy. This news about the amulet could really be a breakthrough and the sooner she knew about it, the better. But why was Giles in the hospital?

I ran all the way to Sunnydale General Hospital and by the time I got there, I was really wishin' I had worn something more practical than leather. Up at the front desk, I asked the nurse if a man named Giles had been brought in.

"Rupert Giles?" She asked. I nodded, out of breath. "H-he left. He just got up and walked out. The police have been looking for him, but they haven't found him."

Oh great. "Has a Buffy Summers been in here this morning to see him?"

She looked off into space for a minute in an attempt to remember. "No...a Becky came in here to visit her nephew, but no Buffy." I hung my head. You've got to be kiddin' me! I thanked the nurse and, again, started running. This time towards B's house.

I know I'm the slayer 'n all, but this was really kickin' my ass! I pounded on Buffy's front door.

"B! Are ya there?!"

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[05 Mar 2004|11:42pm]
[ mood | rushed ]

Holy shit! I was down for a fight and all, but I definitely didn't expect this to happen!

Demon bitch tackled me at The Bronze and, wouldn't ya know it, I landed right on top of the tacky amulet attached to her necklace! From what I gathered, all her granting wishes powers were now gone. She was uber pissed! She just kind of sat there in a shock for a minute.

I didn't waste a single second, though. I picked up the remaining pieces of the necklace and took off. I had to find B! It was pretty late, so I figured she'd be slayin' vamps in the cemetary. But when I got there, she was nowhere to be found. Well, that's odd, she's usually out here by now.

I ran all the way to her house, but all the lights were out. What the hell?! No Bronze, no cemetary, no home...where was she?

I gave up and went back to my hotel. I didn't even bother to check to see if the demon girl was followin' me. Even if she had tried, she couldn't keep up with my slayer speed. Just in case, though, I made sure to hide the amulet somewhere safe until mornin'. I'd have to get up first thing to make it to Sunnydale High in time to catch all B and all her little Scooby Doo pals. Maybe they can look something up in those musty ol' books of theirs and find out what this demon chick was here for and how to kill her.

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scoobies [21 Feb 2004|12:31pm]
[ mood | mischievous ]

Ugh, Sunny D can be so boring! Don't get me wrong, slayin' vamps is a great way to blow off some steam and stuff, but when I'm really lookin' to be entertained, that just won't do. I suppose that's why I've resorted to following B around.

Apparently there's this club for young adults called The Bronze. I'd seen B and all her little slayerettes there a few times. Fuck, I feel like a stalker now.

Anyway, I felt the urge to party, so I put on some really skimpy clubbin' clothes and headed towards The Bronze. It didn't look like any of the clubs did where I came from...a lot more laid back. In Boston, there was always couples off in the dark corners makin' out and doin' God-knows-what-else. I made my way to the middle of the dance floor and, before long, a group of hotties were surroundin' me, grindin' me all up and down. Couldn't hurt to make a coupla friends, right?

After about 45 minutes or so of dancin', I was feelin' a tad dehydrated. I got a virgin strawberry daquiri at the bar (can you believe the bartender wouldn't sell me one with alcohol?!) and made my way to one of those little tables.

I was sippin' my drink and bobbin' my head to the live music comin' from the stage when I heard some really loud female voices from the table behind me. Naturally, I turned my head to see what was so important that they had to scream and recognized one of the chicks.

"Don't you just wish something bad would happen to your boyfriend, Rosanna?" The familiar girl looked like she was egging on the other girl, who appeared to be crying.

Wait a sec! I thought. That's the chick who was with Spike when he wished that B would lose her powers!

I watched closely as the demon continued to provoke the crying girl. The girl said, "I wish he would get a taste of his own medicine and die from its poison!"

Demon girl smiled, "Done." I noticed that she fumbled with her necklace and when it was visible, I realized that it was an amulet of some sort. It glowed for a few seconds and the demon stood up to walk away.

I quickly got up and blocked her path. "Well, well, where do you think you're going?"

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scoobies [02 Feb 2004|12:30pm]
[ mood | amused ]

I’ve only been in Sunny D for a little while now and it already seems like frickin’ forever! Not like I can do anything about it, though. I’m supposed to be hidin’ out from the bastard that killed my watcher.

Mugged a couple people along the way. But, hey, a girl’s gotta live, right? Not like these richies couldn’t live without a couple bucks. Just think of it as charity. This motel ain’t nothin’ like the place I was living in Boston, but it's only temporary. Maybe I'll find some hotties to shack up with for a while. Then I'll be five by five.

Most of my time is spent patrolling the local cemeteries dustin' all the fuckin' vamps I can get my hands on. I just love it when they think I'm some poor, helpless little chick. That's when I whip out all my moves and beat the bitches down!

One thing's kinda been buggin' me, though. I've been watchin' this blonde chick named Buffy ever since I saw her kickin' ass in the cemetery the other night. Thing is, I got word from some dudes at the bar that she was the slayer. What the hell is up with that?! I knew that 'One girl in all the world' spiel was a buncha shit! Almost made me feel special...

So I've been following this chick around a lot. Not like I got nothin' else to do but sit around and watch soaps all day. And, to tell you the truth, I ain't never been one for all that melodramatic shit.

Anyway, I think B's in trouble. I overheard some platinum blonde Billy Idol wannabe makin' a wish to this other wishy-washy chick, sayin' he wished she would loser her slayer powers. At first I thought nothin' of it, that's normal vamp talk. But last night, she was patrolling and almost got the blood sucked out of her. I was gettin' ready to jump in and save her, but some Arnold Schwarzenegger Commando look-alike jumped in and did the job for me. I watched him take her home and made up my mind that I had to talk to her and warn her.

So the next day, I waited for her in the hallway of her rich bitch high school. When she was about to walk by, I reach out and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of view of anyone else.

"What the--?" She was startled, I could tell. Couldn't blame her, I was sportin' my badass leather pants and so-called wife beater. I looked wicked hot, true, but also intimidating to little virginal innocents like Buffy here.

"Hey, B, what's shakin'?" I smiled.

"Who are you and why did you grab me like that?" She covered her arm where I grabbed her and winced. Damn, sometimes I don't even know my own strength!

"Name's Faith and let's just say I'm a friend who's been lookin' out for ya."

B looked at me all confused. "Ok, cut the cryptic, Faith. What do you want from me?"

"All right, look, B. Something wicked is going on. I saw a bleach blond vampire makin' a wish to some demon chick. He said he wished for you to not have any powers. Bein' the Slayer and all, you almost turned into a vamp's dinner last night."

B's eyes widened. "Bleach blonde vampire? Spike! What is he doing back in Sunnydale? I wonder if this has anything to do with Angelus' return..."

"Angelus? You mean your boy toy, Angel? Yeah, he's not quite himself lately. And if I were you or any of your superhero lackey friends, I'd watch out. He's going to be coming after you by any means possible. Trouble's brewing, B. Load up your army cuz you're gonna need 'em."

I started to walk away, but she called after me. "Wait, where can I find you if I need help?"

I turned back to her and flashed a grin. "I'll be around, B, don't worry."

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