Bound To You

Title: 'Bound to you.'

Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama all the good stuff.

Summary: Set after the Angel episode titled; Orpheus. What happens when Faith tells Buffy, after coming back to Sunnydale to fight against The First, how she captured Angelus and now the immortal and slayer hold a connection to each other, hands on?

Disclaimer: I am not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for the sake of keeping sane after being bored and online. Hope you enjoy.

Author's Note: I'm not sure how long this could go on for in chapters, so, here's a heads up on being prepared for a lot of continuations.

Contact: Yahoo! - Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen

Also: In bold are song lyrics. Thoughts in italic. Oh, smut to come ( In all ways of the word. ) shortly in following chapters.

Warning: This might not be for everyone. Well, you were warned. xD

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Chapter One: Settling In.


Faith's POV.

It was as if I was stepping back in time. I put up all my defenses when we neared that old familiar house. I had to. I could feel Buffy inside. That slayer connection. Sorta like twins. We're connected. B and me, yeah, I think we really are. Too bad I fucked up a relationship that could've been kickass. Ah well. Can't change the past. Sure as hell can atone for it though. Angel taught me that. A lot. That's one of the reasons why I helped him when Angelus was at the reigns. The other reason was right inside the house we neared. You betcha. Buffy. I owe her a lot more than I owe Angel.

"1630 Revello Drive." I mumbled as Willow drove up into the driveway where a dark green jeep was parked. Joyce's car. I remember the woman driving around in it and searching for Buffy as we stayed out late. Patrolling or even Bronzin' it. Fun times that soon turned into a twisted morbid nightmare. All hell broke loose, or at least tried to. Remember folks, we ere and are on the hellmouth.

"You remember the address?" Willow asked in an inquistive tone.

Of course I just shrug and flick the half smoked cigarette out the window and onto the cleaned cement driveway. "Yeah, guess I did. Hard not to when half the time the lot of you were here, or in the library. Not hard, y'know?" It was a half assed remark that I doubt Red even believed. I sure as hell didn't. It was because of Buffy that I remembered it. I ruined so much in such a short time for the blonde slayer.

"Sitting there isn't going to be of much help." Willow was speaking now from the porch. I had drifted into some sort of trance as I stared to the green jeep. Joyce really wasn't there anymore. You could tell just by looking at the dirty car. It looked like it hadn't had a wash in years. Probably hadn't. B most likely never even stepped foot inside the vehicle. What was done was done. It was a waste of a perfectly good machine to me. Then again I wasn't the one with morals and some sort of conscience, was I?

"Yeah, yeah. I was jus' thinkin' on shit." I replied in a whisper to Willow, who had to have heard me because she turned and made her way to the front door of the house.

Here goes nothin', I thought to myself with the distant sound of a car door slamming behind me.

As I came onto the porch, there they were. My walls that is. I was building them ever since Angel asked me to go back with Red and help the others out. First initial thought, 'No way in fucking hell. B hates me. She'll most likely think I'm in on the end of the world shit. I was in on it at least once.' Oddly enough, I didn't say what I thought. Something strange for me. I was passive and agreed. I still have a lot to redeem myself for. Maybe this will give the bad misfit of a slayer the earned brownie points to get her some sort of solace.

Here's hopin'.

With a deep breath and a heavy heart, I followed Red inside the house.