Kragdon

PART 10: Buffy

'Six years, six long years, and the only thing that is different about this place is that there is plastic over the broken window.' Faith thought with a self discrypting laugh over the fact that no one had been here in a while. Though a part of her wondered shouldn't there be more spider webbings or a lurker staying there. But no, it was empty. She looked around at the near empty apartment trying to remember where she hid what she was looking for.

It was already well into the afternoon, by the time Faith had found it unmoved and untouched. It was under the floorboards of one of her closets. The thing being her old duffel bag, the one she had when she first came to Sunnydale. Inside, on the bottom, was a hidden compartment that held something that not even Clair knew about. She had forgotten about it when she first came, to occupied with her slaying, with Buffy, with her grief. Removing the hidden cover Faith pulled out of her bag two daggers, she had read in a weapons book that they were called the weeping sisters, they were foretold in many prophecies, most of the prophecies were of people dieing trying to obtain them, harness the power that the held, use the magick that was prophesized to bring both the destruction and the recreation of the world. In both of the daggers there was a line in the middle of the blade, on one was a red line presumed to be the blood of Christ, and the other a black line said to be the blood of a demon that was named Judas 'the betrayer'.

She had found them in one of the 'death' rooms, she was sent to clean when she was little. It seemed as if they were calling to her when she first laid eyes on them. Picking them up then she felt a surge of power rush through her. Holding them in her tiny hands they had felt like they belonged to her, like they were made specifically for her. She had no idea why or how come, but she knew that she had to keep them and hid them until the time came. She hadn't even known what they were that was until one day when she was doing her studies at the insistence of Clair, she had come across them.

Though many thought that faith was a brainless slut, she was actually a certified child protégée genius. She excelled in languages, history, psychology, and science, and she thought on her feet. Most people thought she was a high school dropout, which technically she was, but that didn't mean she didn't get her GED. The only reason that she dropped out of high school in the first place was because it was just plain boring for her and she thought of schools like a mini prison and Faith liked her freedom. She just chose to not let any one know that. Just like she didn't let anybody know that she was a pyro, to her it wasn't anybody's business but hers. And that if anyone really wanted to know they could've just asked.

Standing up Faith moved out to her bedroom/living room, placing the daggers on her dresser, she changed her clothes to what she considered battle gear. Leather pant, belt, bra ('thank the gods'), blood red tank top, steel toe boots, and her weathered leather jacket. Running her hands through her wavy, unkempt hair.

Grabbing the weeping sisters and putting them in her jackets hidden pockets, Faith looked up into her dresser mirror, the face of her past staring back at her. In the corner of her eye Faith saw that the sun was almost fully set and knew that it was time. Breathing deeply, Faith strengthened her resolve, took another look at herself and left the place that she had once called home. Moving out into the street Faith could feel her blood boiling, her adrenalin pumping; it was a full moon tonight, which meant that the desire for one to change was stronger. That meant that her family was to be on the hunt tonight. Hopefully, though she highly doubted it, she wouldn't run into Buffy when she went after her pack. Faith felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck as she walked down main street. She was being watched, though by whom she could only guess, with this being the hell mouth it was hard to focus on one particular thing, especially tonight. It seemed that it through some of her senses out of whack.

Feeling the moon rise Faith ran the rest of the way to the cemetery that she had been in last night. She could feel the others start to change, feel her own animal within fight for control. Just barley finding her center Faith burst into Spikes crypt to find, absolutely nothing. Looking frantically around, she found the clothes that they had been wearing torn to shreds. The moon now high in the sky, Faith could hear her families call. Turning back to the door and moving outside Faith paused, her whole body tense, listening to the night air. She was trying to figure out which way they went, but she couldn't hear them anymore. She knew that the only way to find them was to succumb to her inner beast.

Faith concentrated as hard as she could slowly allowing part of herself to change. Her body at first filling with pain, which slowly started to dull into a small irritation, as she felt her teeth sharpen and her canines to elongate into a set of fangs, her finger nails turning into claws and her ears start to become pointed and almost animal like. She let out a small scream when the transformation was complete, it took almost all her energy to actually choose how much and which part of her to change but she did it every time. It was also more painful then the full change itself. Though despite all of that Faith still did it, why, to keep herself in control.
Scanning all before her with her auburn eyes faith could see a bush shift about fifty feet away. Her ears perking up when she heard what sounded like a scream in the distance. Faith took off running.

Jumping over tombs and crypts all the way to where she heard it. It was then as she landed some ten feet away that she spotted Marcus in an attack position across from a blond girl with a stake in her hand. She could hear Selena and Sar'ah of in the sideline stop there play fighting as soon as they sensed her, tensing when they felt her tense. Seeing for what this was and what was about to happen, Faith did the only thing she could do, could think to do. Moving faster then any eye could see Faith intercepted Marcus' flying pounce, catching him under his arms and throwing him, his momentum carrying her with him to the ground. Both moved away from each other, trying to stare one another down. Marcus moved first going for a straight tackle to get her away from his target. Faith having none of it reached in to her jacket packet and pulled out the black dagger the she put there before, through just her will it changed into that of a long sword. Sidestepping his attack faith cut his arm with just enough force to bleed a little, turning she called. "Cease."

Marcus wasn't listening however, he had gone to great lengths to get where he was now and he was not going to stop his plans now. Turning to his Queen he growled out "Never." before trying to charge past her to get to his target. But he was stopped once again this time by being frozen in mid air, when the hold released him he fell to the ground hitting his head and going promptly to sleep from getting knocked out.

Faith turned, the changes still present, and faced the one thing that she had been both hoping for and dreading ever since she had left Sunnydale. One Miss Buffy Summers.