Buffy's P.O.V
Willow keeps sneaking glances at me. It's starting to become really annoying. The ideas that girl gets in her head sometimes. I glare at her for a moment before turning to Angel and pulling him forcefully to his feet.
"We're dancing," I announce, silently daring him to argue. He stares at me for a moment, weighing his chances of escape. Whatever he sees convinces him that this is one of those times where he better humor me or else. I start pulling him toward the dance floor.
"Are you sure it's not that time of month?" Xander whispers quietly to Willow.
"Maybe we should ask Faith," she says loudly, just for me.
Okay! That's it!
"I'm going home." I drop Angel's hand, walking toward the exit.
"Buffy?"
Oh, right... my boyfriend.
"Sorry." I turn back around to hug him quickly. "Annoying, obsessive friends are getting on my nerves."
"I'll walk you." He seems more than relieved to get out of the whole dancing situation.
"No, I'm good. Fresh air... with the freshness. Does a body good." I lean up to kiss his cheek. "I'll come by and see you later, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
I'll go and see if Faith needs any help. Faith doesn't bug me about Faith stuff.
Faith's P.O.V
"Dude, you're like six years old. How can you possibly help me?"
"For the record, I'm twenty," he says, obviously offended.
"What record? The loser-geeks-of-eternal-virginity record? Not a member myself, but whatever floats your boat."
"I've had sex! Lots of sex! Lots and lots."
"Yeah, you're a stud," I smirk. "But, at least now you have a legitimate reason for not impregnating the female community."
This is almost as fun as teasing Buffy. Almost.
"I don't think I like you anymore," he scowls.
I respond with a swift punch to the face.
He actually growls at me. I think it was supposed to intimidate. Instead I start laughing. Here's this skinny, geek kid with wicked bad acne, growling like a loser. "It's not funny!"
Like hell it isn't.
"Hey, I know a cute little red-head who would be just perfect for you. Dungeon-master-boy and In-desperate-need-of-a-personality-girl. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
"It's Bobby," he says, still glaring at me.
Bobby the Vampire?
There's just no standards anymore.
Okay, time to finish this up.
"Bobby, right. That was rude of me. You're way too good for Rosenburg, anyway. It's not your fault that you're part of the zero-sperm-count-club. You actually seem like an alright guy, so here's what I'm gonna do..." I pause to make sure he's listening. He nods for me to continue. "In about ten seconds I'm going to hold my stake out and you're going to run into it as fast as you can."
"Is that right?" he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Or the alternative, which is I share you with my..."
He stops speaking.
Mostly because my stake is buried in the chest of the vampire that was sneaking up behind me. I never turned around or took my eyes off Billy the entire time.
Second Slayer, my ass.
I fucking rule!
I pull the stake back, smirking. "You were saying?"
He stares at me for a few moments.
Then he turns around and runs away.
"Hey!"
Not in the mood for this shit.
For a little guy he runs pretty fast. He darts in and out of the gravestones with me chasing him. I feel like I'm in one of those Three Stooges sketches. It takes me all of thirty seconds to catch up to him... And it only takes that long because there was a definite few seconds of stunned non-movement after that corageous exit. All the pimp daddy talk and none of the... well, anything. I use one headstone for leverage, jumping off it and knocking us both to the ground.
"Fuck, Bobby! You got me all dirty." I haul him to his feet.
"I'm sorry." He covers his face with his arms. That wasn't where I was planning on sticking my stake into him. It's not like I'm gonna mess up his delicate facial features or anything.
"Yeah, well, 'sorry' doesn't excuse the fact that you're a loser."
He tries to regain some semblance of dignity by struggling weakly, but I hold tight to his collar.
Not so tough now, are ya?
I'm going to need at least two showers after this shit.
"And you made me run. I was being non-active for a reason, Bobby. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry!" He keeps trying to get out of my grasp.
"It'll have to do, I guess," I sigh. He stops moving, looking surprised, but then smiles widely. See, I can be a nice guy when I want. "Oh, and one more thing?"
"What?" He looks at me warily.
"I'm thinking that I'm not going to take you up on your offer." I slam the stake into his chest.
Probably should have just skipped straight to the big finish. Funny while it lasted though.
If Buffy was gettable don't you think I would have gotten her by now?
Damn newbies and their plans of world domination. Get the slayer, kill the slayer. I'll hand you the slayer on a silver platter even though I can't tell my fangs from my ass.
Moron.
And what would he possibly have to gain by handing one slayer over to another slayer? Do they even think these things through anymore?
One lousy vampire and I didn't even work up a sweat. No more nights off for B. Doing what she says without a second thought. What's that about? It's all about Faith now. I do what I want and I go where I want. I patrol when I want and I get laid when I want...
And when I want is now.
DAMN IT!
Out of nowhere this fucker tackles me to the ground. Where's all the amazing slayer senses when you need them? Probably doesn't help when you're thinking about getting some. Kinda lowers concentration levels.
I reach behind me, pulling... him... her... it off, and scramble on top, shoving them face first into the ground. Definitely a her. I place one hand on the back of her head, keeping her there, as I straddle her waist from behind.
She kinda looks like...
Oh, this is too funny.
I lean down to whisper in her ear. "Scream for me."
"Faith! It's me, Buffy!" she mumbles into the grass, struggling underneath me. Just like I always wanted her to.
"I know." She immediately stops all movement. I stay there for a second before climbing off and dusting myself off. She rolls onto her back, breathing heavily. "Well, that was... interesting." She finally looks up at me.
"What were you doing?" I ask, amused.
"Thought it would be funny," she shrugs, sitting up.
"Having fun?"
"Not so much. Dirt in the mouth is never a good time." She wipes at her lips with the back of hand. I am so tempted to go over there and lick it off, dirt and all.
"As long as you got it all out of your system," I murmur, still watching her pay special attention to her mouth.
"Really did." She smiles up at me. "Note to self - don't ever do that again."
"Thought you were having a little vamp lovin' time." I sit on the ground next to her. "Checking up on me?"
"Actually," she pauses for a second. "I was going to ask you something, but I just realized how completely stupid it sounded."
"And that's unusual, how?" I chuckle.
I wait for her to keep going. We stare at each other for a few seconds until she catches on. "Oh, I'm not asking the question if that's what you're thinking."
"Okay," I shrug, standing up again. "I was just going home, anyway. So, I guess I'll see you around."
Replace 'home' with 'to get some' and you're all set.
"Faith, wait..." I look down at her. She has dirt on her face and I messed up her hair big time... You've gotta be pretty screwed up when you think that makes someone look even better than before. It's not right for someone to be so perfect. "Nothing."
"B, if it's that important just spit it out already."
"Um, no. It's nothing. Stupid." She shakes her head.
"Okay." I'm not gonna push. She'll tell me if she wants to. "You coming?" "Sure." I pull her to her feet and we start walking. She's quiet tonight, just staring straight ahead as she walks. I glance over at her a couple of times, but she's lost in whatever little world she likes to go to. I have my own world like that. Much better than this one. So close and yet so far. Longing and burning and a whole bunch of other stuff... Maybe I should buy a thesaurus.
This silence is driving me crazy... A quiet Buffy makes me kind of nervous... and I'm this close to acting out on my cemetary fantasy.
"Should have given you a matching bruise to go with my own. We could be bruise buddies."
What? Is it wrong to like the sound of your own voice?
"Don't be such a baby, Faith. It's already healed. There's nothing there anymore," she says, not looking over at me. There's a slight smile on her face though.
"Really? Damn, I didn't even get to cash in on it. You damage my face and what do I get? A lousy apology."
"Yes, but it was heartfelt." I love making her smile. I can usually do it pretty easily. I can also make her blush, frown and get mad with ease. What can I say? It's a talent.
"Would have preferred money."
"You want me to pay for accidentally hitting you?" She stops walking, finally looking at me.
"No, I want you to pay me for all the hot, sweaty action that I missed out on," I grin.
"You had it for less than twenty-four hours!" She shakes her head, smiling.
"What a waste of a day," I sigh, wistfully.
"Also, you were with me last night, so big 'no' on the action side of things." Wow, I didn't even mean to make her blush that time. She starts walking again, this time staring at her feet. I jump in front of her, walking backwards.
"See? I knew it! You completely would have ravished my body if you didn't screw up my face."
Okay, that time I did mean to make her blush.
And she does.
"First of all, there was a tiny bruise for about half a day. Second, again the word 'no' comes to mind."
"Oh, so you wanted me anyway? That's kinda sweet, B. I always knew you weren't the superficial type."
"Uh, no... I meant... never mind."
"Well, since I'm all sexy again you wanna go somewhere and make out?"
"What? NO!"
"You're so easy, B," I chuckle.
Not as easy as I'd like though.
"Ha! Yeah, you got me. I have to go now."
"Okay," I say to her already retreating back.Was it something I said?
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