Rating: R--for violence, language, and sexuality
Characters and show are owned by JW and ME.
Dedications: To myself-I'm
21 as of Aug. 3, so here's to me and my sensational greatness-both general and
Feedback: For the love of God-YES!
Fourth in my B/F series. It's turning out to be kind of a miniseries with the
amount of episodes I'm doing. This is a teleplay of course, and refer to the previous
episodes for anything you may have missed. This one will not include a previously
because I'm just too lazy to do it right now. Sorry. But what's the point-if you've
read the others and paid attention, you should know what the hell happened! Enjoy!
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Summary: Buffy battles her ever-growing
feelings for Faith-who battles back, with less than stellar results. Dawn alienates
Elle during a homework session and does some sisterly-bonding with Buffy. Willow
dispenses romantic wisdom and revelations. Xander gets into it with Anya-finally!
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Pitch black except for the faint moonlight flowing in from
outside. The door opens and BUFFY enters. She tosses a bag
aside, her face barely visible until stepping into the light.
She's disheveled and clearly upset with red puffy eyes and
tear-streaked cheeks. She stares out, lost for a moment
then opens a drawer at her desk. She reaches in and pulls
out a diary.
Strange. That's all my mind can
produce even though I want--no NEED
more...just that little bit extra
to make sense of what the powers
that be have dealt me this time
around. Facing the reality of
true, physical and spiritual evil
is so simple in retrospect, but
I'll never figure this out.
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
As Buffy and FAITH take on and finish off a couple of VAMPS.
They laugh, bump each other playfully and exchange
It might take an entire lifetime,
short as it may be, to genuinely
understand how I could let myself
feel so beholden to her presence;
so drawn to her form; so sweetly
devoured by one look. Nothing has
to be said--ever. And I find
solace, peace, excitement, fear,
and dismay in that.
INT. THE BRONZE
As Buffy and Faith dance, practically inseparable.
The desire to express every emotion
I have in my arsenal--more
impressive than any battle gear
I'll ever possess--yet brandishing
a sword and showing it off is so
much easier than putting on display
what I really feel. Nothing needs
to be said, and I'm glad because I
don't think I could say it.
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
As Buffy flips through the diary and sits on her bed. She
opens to a clean page, but just looks around.
But how could I want to say
anything to HER? Am I asking too
much of my mind and I should look
elsewhere? Can they be objective?
All my life, wondering when the
moment would arrive where I'd know
absolutely nothing--and it scares me.
INT. FAITH'S ROOM - NIGHT
As Faith gets out of bed and puts on a shirt. The blonde
next to her rolls over to reveal ANYA still asleep. Faith
walks to the window and looks out with the moonlight on her.
Not for the fact that it's
happened, but WHY. All the
vampires and demons and monsters in
the world and the haunting beast
causing this is a raven disguised
as an angel from heaven--thought
from hell once upon a time until
all that hate and animosity
disappeared. She invaded my heart,
captured my soul...radiating off
her as completely unselfish--and
she probably doesn't even realize
what she's done. How could she?
Faith takes a few deep breaths, but waivers and begins to