Happy To Bleed For You

Raemeus entered the Inferno with a pleased grin on his face, it had been only too easy to destroy the immortal and break the dark slayer. All the demons killed, all the vampires massacred when they simply could have set them up. That just proved how smart he really was, that just proved that he was a genius, the demon god who killed the immortal and broke the slayer.

He ascended to the balcony above the dj station, where his brother Drakeus said he would be. Pity that Drake had missed the show, it was a memorable one to say the least. He stood before Drake with a confident smile and pose. Drake scoffed but held a grin, passing Raemeus a drink.

“I take it your little plan worked?”

Raemeus sipped his drink, examining it, testing it as if it were something completely new and rare. His bloody fingers ran through his cropped hair resting behind his neck, “Oh it worked alright. Too easy, it was over too soon but hey I won’t complain. The immortal is no more and the slayer is broken.” He stopped, attaining a serious tone, “Drake now is the perfect time to finish them off completely. We should take advantage and attack now while they’re weak.”

“Didn’t you learn anything from your own trap? Patience is key little brother.”

“Patience is also allowing them time to recover and heal!” he snapped, swinging the glass into the nearby wall. He could not contain his anger any longer, “Damn you we attack now!”

Drake set his drink on the cherry wood table, “It’s of your best interest to stop shouting Raemeus. I have no need to kill the slayers, I have my kingdom and I am simply visiting this dimension. I simply wanted to know what all the fuss about the slayers was…I bear no grudge or loath against them. But a half breed like you would try a scheme like this, and for what? To avenge a bunch of bloodsucking scumbags that had it coming to them.” Drake snickered watching his half brothers’ eyes flashing red and black which amused him. “Father always said you had the patience of your vampire mother…pitiful.”

Raemeus inhaled, trying to calm and rid himself of the red tint that blanketed everything in his vision. “Fine,” he sighed, “I’m out of here. I came to get rid of the slayers and since you’re not going to I’m returning home.”

“Give father my regards, tell him I shall return in a month’s time.”

“Of course, farewell Drakeus.”

He trampled down the steps pleased with himself, Drake might be the stronger one, but he was definitely the thinker. Reaching the back door of the club in record time, he spotted Luc and waved to him. Luc dropped his meal, a pretty little blond, on the floor, wiped his dripping chin, and scampered to him.

“What is it Raemeus?”

“Drake wishes not to intervene with this dimension. He said he will not lift a finger against the slayers because he already has his kingdom and he bears no grudge that a bloodsucking scum would hold against a slayer.”

Luc squirmed underneath his terrifying stare, he could snap at any minute and kill him. “What do we do then?” he cleared his throat.

“Gather your friends Luc and tell them what’s happening, rest and prepare. You’ve seen how easy it is to break a slayer. On new moon’s night we will finish them off once and for all.”
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I’ll get right on it.”

(Fpov)
Sammy is cradled in my arms, shivering every now and then as the cold wind hits her pale skin. A few feet ahead of us I can see Buffy running with the paramedics towards us. I’m little comforted by their presence, why had they taken so long to get to them? Why were they just standing there now gawking at them like they had tentacles coming out of their bodies? My anger exploded at their unprofessionalism.

“Fucking do something!” I shouted making them jump. I was immediately bombarded with a million questions all the while they pried Sammy from my arms and laid her body on a gurney, sticking her frail body with all sorts of needles and gadgets. One of the female paramedics slipped an oxygen mask over her mouth, forcing her eyes open and waving a light from side to side.
Another, a guy, cut the top of her shirt, exposing the hideous gapping, wound and making Sam shudder. “Oh god!” he whirled to the left, barely avoiding puking on one of the others. The female said something about rookies and took his position, pressing a gauze to the wound.

“We need to get her out of here now.” She stated, her companions lifting the gurney up into the ambulance carefully, “Are you family?” she asked and I caught on that she was speaking to me and Buffy. I tried to speak, tried to say yes, but my throat was raw and tight, and I ended up whimpering like a hurt puppy.

“I’m her sister and this is her girlfriend.” Buffy answered, looking at me through the corner of her eye. Thank god for Buffy right now.


“I’m Alex, the paramedic. You’re going to ride in the ambulance with her, talk to her and keep her conscious, do not allow her to slip or-


“Jesus! Alex get in here now!”

“Come on!” Alex waved to us, jumping right back into action.

I didn’t budge, there were too many emotions and feelings going through my head right now. Luckily for me Buffy was a slayer and she yanked my arm and dragged me into the ambulance along side her. Sammy was surrounded by unknown strangers, poking and yaking at her to speak. I wanted to punch them and tell them to leave her alone. However I only shivered and choked back the sudden urge to jump out of the speeding vehicle and run like there was no tomorrow.

“We’re losing her!”

How could three little words cause so much pain? Those must have been the three worst words in the English language…

We’re losing her…


I’m losing her…

How do you describe the sensation of dying inside?

This is why I always put up my front, this is why I hid behind my tough exterior, this is why I was afraid to let anyone get too close…because eventually they would hurt me. This is why I rather bleed any day out of the week than let someone in…This is why Faith Lehane hates…this is why I was afraid to love…this is how it feels to die inside. What hurt the most was to think that you could be happy, to get so close…just to fade away.

The life of a slayer is a lonely one. It is filled with pain and a darkness that consumes, that kills slowly and enjoys every minute of it. The slayer is a lone wolf and that’s the way it’s meant to be. The slayer walks alone, with only her heart beating in her ears to let her know she’s alive, with only her shadow by her side, with only the pain of fists and weapons to let her know she feels. A slayer is only prepared for physical pain…not for the pain of heart, not for the pain of soul, not for the pain of losing, of falling to pieces.

(Npov)
“Clear!” The doctor shouts, jabbing the paddle into the girl’s side.

Nothing.

“Clear!” he repeats the process, the body jerking high into the air, falling back limp. The alarm continues shrieking in his ears, the monitor flat and unmoving. He sets the paddle aside, sighing sadly. “Call it.”

“Time of death… Twelve p-Wait!”

“Jesus! Get the staff back in here!” he shouts, watching the monitor move once again.

(Fpov)
B paces up and down the waiting room biting on her nails. She actually looks overly concerned, almost fearful. And myself? I’m drained emotionally and it’s taking its toll on me physically. My body is trying to shut down and sleep, and my mind is numb and hazy, but heart won’t allow it, it’s crumbling and shattering in my chest but it won’t allow it.

“Buffy?” I look up to see that a young man has walked into the waiting area. His eyes are dull and scarred with the stress of having this job. He looks experienced enough, but I can see through him. I stand up, jerking and swaying, I know what he’s going to say and I can’t wrap my mind around it. There’s a loud whine from a monitor that continues shrieking uninterrupted.

“I’m sorry.” He says rubbing B’s arm.

Something goes off in my head and the last thing I remember is falling to my knees finding it very hard to breathe before a darkness fills my mind…and I welcome it.

(Bpov)
“I’m sorry.” The young male nurse says to me. I honestly do not know how I feel, I guess I’m in shock or something, I can’t even feel the nurses’ hand rubbing my arm, but it’s really cold in this room. The doctor is about to say something else, but a catch a blur like something falling out of the corner of my eye.

“Faith!” I yelp.

She breathes heavily on her hands and knees and then drops to the floor unconscious. The nurse rushes to her side, checking her pulse and shouting for help. I can hear others moving towards us, a few looking happy and shocked, a few extremely pale.

“Jesus! Get the staff back in here!” I hear the doctor shout, and for a brief moment while everything is silent for a second…I hear the beeping of a heart through the monitor.

(Spov)
I feel like I’m floating through the clouds, free and content. But even then I’m troubled. Something is nagging at the back of my mind. Like I supposed to remember something or someone very important. What could it be I wonder.

“Sam?”

I spin around and find myself face to face with my two years dead aunt. Okay now something is terribly nagging at me. “Aunt Claire?” I ask feeling like a little kid under her knowing stare.

“Hello Sam. My how you’ve changed in such a little time.” She greets me in her soothing calm voice and I relax a bit, feeling comforted by her presence.

“Why am I here? And where exactly is here?”

“Well I guess you could say here is heaven.” She chuckles and I giggle for some reason. “You always did ask what your weakness was Sam. I gave you a weakness that was also your greatest strength…your heart. You were always such a loving girl.”

“So, I’m dead?”

“Not really. You see you hadn’t lost your immortality completely, it was simply weakened. And when you were struck the only reason you died was because you were struck by the one person you truly love, your heart in a way.”

“Faith…” I whisper and I feel an electricity shoot throughout my body. Aunt Claire must have sensed it, she strolls over to me and wraps her arm around my shoulders. I look at her as a child would when in need of guidance. A warm smile spreads across her face.

“Faith…she’s a lovely girl,” she shakes her head giggling, “in a dangerous, tall dark and handsome sort of way. You always did like them mysterious.”

“Claire…am I dead?” I have to ask because now I suddenly remember what the nagging at the back of my head is about and a deep sorrow runs through me.

“You’ve earned your place here in heaven…but you can still go back.” I look at her hopefully.

“Send me back aunt Claire, please. I want to be with Faith, I love her. I love her.”

Aunt Claire embraces me, cooing softly at me, “Okay. But you won’t be the same Sam.”

“What do you mean?”

“You will no longer be the immortal, you’ll just be Sammy Olivares. And Faith won’t be the same either.”

Now that rebreaks my heart, “What?” I mumble in unbelieving contempt.

“It will take time to heal her. She’s such a frail girl on the inside.”

“I have time, I’ll give her all the time she needs, I’ll give anything to be with her again. I’ll work my
way to her heart again. Please aunt Claire.” I beg.

“Okay. I’m so proud of you Sam.” She says fading away.

I feel heavy all of a sudden, like someone just tied lead to me. And then I’m falling through the clouds at an incredible mind splattering speed. Does aunt Claire plan on killing me again or something of the sort? It seems as I get closer to the ground the more I hate it. I feel so burdened and pained. And I’m sure as hell not as giddy as I was before. My body hits the ground hard, pain exploding through my body like a atom bomb. I gasp because I can feel the air leaking from my lungs. That’s the only think I can do. I can’t move, I can’t speak, I can’t see.

There are voices around me, some shouting, some whispering, all unfamiliar and distant and yet close. It’s so dark now and it’s getting darker. I’m losing my grip, feeling unexplainably tired for the same reason I’m paralyzed. Maybe Aunt Claire did something wrong and she sent me to hell, that would certainly explain a few things, like why there’s electricity being shot through her already pained as it is body.

Maybe I’m just dreaming. I think about it. I hope to god I’m dreaming.
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