California

Ah, love. Yes, I'm in love. Months go by and I'm still in love. The old saying is that love buds in the spring, but here it is late September and our love is still budding. I know, I know... this doesn't sound like me. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, you turned the channel and you're now reading somebody else's thoughts, but I'm serious. Serious as a motherfuckin' heart attack.

It's a Wednesday night, and I can't sleep well, but it doesn't bother me. Fred is out in Los Angeles, and I miss her a lot, but I feel just fine snuggled up close to Bunny. God, she feels so fucking good holding me tightly. It's incredible, and more than just a physical reaction; I can actually feel the love radiating from her. Of course, it's even better when Baby Bird has her arms around me too, but I like to think she can get the signals Tara says she sends her for the both of us. Not that I believe any of that hippie Wicca bullshit. But don't tell Tara I said that. She'd be hurt.

But they're my girls. Not my bitches, but my sweet girls. I love everything about them, from the way Fred is still kinda shy with her body, to way Tara holds me in my sleep. Don't get me wrong, Fred is a wicked great snuggler, but Tara is so much more so. Though by this point, I don't know who can eat me out better. Fred sure has taken well to pussy licking classes, and we're both so eager to teach her, too.

"Something wrong, sweetie? Can't sleep?"

"Naw, Bunny, I'm okay, just thinking a lot."

She softly strokes my face, "Want to tell me about it?"

"It's B," I start. "I could have sworn I saw her today, when I was picking up our lunch at Doublemeat Palace."

"Do you... miss her, sweetie?"

"No, that's the thing. I though I'd at least be happy to see her face, but she kept trying to hide from me. Ya know? I'm not mad at that, but I am mad at her."

"Can I be honest, Faith?"

"Of course, Bunny, go ahead."

"You did steal her body, you know. I'm not saying you weren't justified, but..."

"Naw, it's cool, Bunny. I admit it, I was an asshole for stealing her body. Been there, done that, paid dearly, but I'm better."

"What did today make you feel?"

"I want to think I'm over her, but I still felt anger at her, and hatred. She stabbed me in the gut. Even if I deserved it, there's no way I can forgive her ass for that shit."

"You're only hurting yourself, Faith. Buffy probably doesn't even know you feel this way."

"But I loved her, I..."

She holds me closer. I don't like this sharing of feelings shit. So I shut up.

"Faith, I know what it's like to be shunned. You don't have to talk, I understand. But if you want to listen..."

I rub her back, "Go on, Bunny..." I sigh.

"I never told anybody else this, but Buffy and I..."

I chuckle softly.

"Well, you know... Before I met yo did didn't think anybody could make me feel that way. Willow was..."

"A cold fish?" I laugh.

Tara tries to stifle a laugh. "That's horrible, Faith! But it's good to hear you laughing again."

"But Buffy has changed. Trust me, Faith. She's so selfish and self-centered now. I know it's impossible to forget what she did to you, and what she means, but don't take it personal if she shuns you. She shuns everybody now."

I sigh into her chest, trying to stop some tears, but they still come.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Faith, I'm here."

I go underneath the covers, putting my mouth on her tit.

"Shhhh, calm down, Faith, that's it," she says, with jagged breath.

Did I mention what I like best about Tara? She likes to baby and nurture me. Some might call her a pushover, but nothing could be further from the truth. She actually has stood up to me a few times; the girl is growing a spine to be sure. But even better than that is the love. Once, when I woke up really horny, she didn't get pissed at all that I woke up her up and started eating her out.

I'm sort of stirred from my half sleep by her cries of ecstasy as she comes. So, once again, I'm above the covers, holding her tight. I can feel her juices flowing down her leg, and mine, but I don't care. Sleeping on the wet spot with her is a joy.

Oddly enough, I'm soon able to drift off to sleep, with warm and fuzzy thoughts about Fred and Tara and I living in a big house in the country.

The next morning I'm awakened by the television set. Bunny was up watching the news. She was sitting cross legged, nude on the bed. I sort of startled her when I reached between her legs.

"Oh, you're a frisky one this morning," she laughs at me.

"Well, when I have you to wake up to, who can blame me?"

Our playful mood is quickly broken though when I notice a familiar face on the news.

"Motherfucker."

"What is it, Faith?"

I grab the remote from the nightstand, turning up the volume.

"Shit."

Tara knew instantly what was wrong. Of course, I had told her before about Tammy, mostly in a joking mood. I never thought it would come to this.

"Nineteen year old prison Tammy Bennett broke out of the Sunnydale Women's Prison today, after killing two guards. Not much is known about this case at the moment, as this is a breaking story. But needless to say, Miss Bennett is armed and extremely dangerous."

Tammy's words echo in my ear, funny how I almost forgot all about them. I wasn't even really listened to the fucking bitch back then.

~Mark my words Faith, you will not get away this easy. You might be leaving tomorrow, but you better look over your shoulder, because someday, I'll be there for you.~

Fuckin' hell.

~I knew the first time I saw you, standing there with that Buffy whore at the Bronze, I had to have you. Always and forever, never to part.~

"Oh, shit! Buffy!"

"What about Buffy?"

I stare a the TV screen in silence, the words the anchorman is saying isn't even reaching my ears.

"Sweetie?"

Still, nothing, I'm trying to think of something to help. Maybe I should be thinking more of my ass right now, but Buffy could be in danger...

Tara puts her arm around me, holding me tight.

"What about Buffy?"

"Tammy! That fucking bitch! Tammy is gonna try to kill Buffy! She, was a psycho, ya know? She was my bitch, yes, and she made me come, but she was stalking me, and, fuck. Goddammit. She's gonna try to hurt Buffy."

"How do you know? Shouldn't you worry that she might be coming for you?"

"No, she's gotta beef with Buffy. She told me so in prison. I didn't think the bitch could get out. I thought she was just a stupid fuckin' net geek who talked big. Christ! Fuck!"

I'm shog log loud, not even realizing my voice was carrying.

Jenny knocks on our door. "Faith, is everything okay?"

"No. We're seriously fucked here."

Jenny opens the door a hair.

Tara and I both scoot under the covers. Any other time I'd moon her or show her my tits, but not today.

Jenny walks over to our bed.

"This better not be a ploy so you can show me your... thing... again. You know I didn't appreciate that, Faith."

I point to the TV.

"Any word yet if the suspect has left the city?"

"Tom, police here are warning everybody in a 100 mile radius to keep on the lookout for anybody matching Miss Bennett's description."

"Oh, god, Faith! What will we do?" Jenny looks at me with worry, and I wonder where her trust in God is.

"One thing is for sure, you're not going anywhere today, Jenny."

"But I have a midterm in American history. Faith, I can't miss it. The teacher won't allow for make ups."

"So, you'd rather risk your ass for a class? C'mon in, room for one more."

She almost does it, but seeing the two of us naked she recoils back.

"Faith, is this some kind of sick joke? I don't want to be in your threesome."

"Get your mind outta the gutter, Jen. Besides, you think I'm thinking about pussy right now?"

"Faith, I'll be all right. We all will. I know, you told me about Tammy, and I even counseled her myself for a while. She is crazy, but I'm sure she'll be happy enough to be free she'll hit the road. She killed two guards! That's the gas chamber automatic here! You think she'll hunt your or me down and risk that?"

"Okay, Jenny, go. But if anything happens to you, I'll kill myself. I promise you that. I brought you into this shit."

"Faith, don't say things like that! Nothing will happen to me. Nothing that wouldn't have anyway. Everything that's meant to happen will eventually. Now stop it with the suicide talk and get dressed."

For the first time since she got here, me and Tara don't get intimate in the shower. We switch off days who gets the tongue work, but today, nobody did. It's my turn to get the goods, and I could really use it today, but watching the news had made us late.

Long day at work, to say the least. A library is a place a girl like Tammy is naturally drawn to. Every skinny girl, every girl with glasses, every girl with dark hair has my natural suspicion. Part of me thinks *this* is Tammy's punishment for me. Not actually doing anything, just letting me think she might be doing something, but never actually do it.

Now I'm conflicted. Should I tell Fred? I mean, Tammy knows nothing about her. At least I hope to god she doesn't. But I can't go another week without my Baby Bird. I wish the cops would arrest Tammy's ass already. I'm sure there are plenty of speeders that are being pulled over right now while Tammy makes it through undetected.


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Days go by and still no word or sign of Tammy. What was the story du jour a few days of go has been pushed out of the headlines for pointless crap about heroic rescues of cats and other feel good bullshit. Of course, what I could really go for is some more Martha Stewart gossip, so I tur CNN CNN, then Fox, then MSNBC for my round-the-clock Martha watch.

Rather than spend Saturday as a prisoner, I'm going out. I decided to tell Fred, but that didn't keep her away. Since me and Tara are friskier than we were when the news first hit, we spent all of Friday night in bed. We're all zombified tired, but we want to see the city again. Besides, if we're dead, we're dead. Might as well be someplace cool when it happens.

"You know, sweetie, if you're still wanting to talk to Buffy, maybe we could go to the University Sunnydale campus today. She usually hangs out with... Willow today." Tara's eyes go from happy to sad when she mentions the name of her former lover.

Right now I'm not good for commitment. Fred is in front of me, eg meg me out. My eyes are about to roll back in my head it feels so good.

"Nmmmmm, yeah Tara, whatever you say..."

When I come, I come hard, nearly collapsing on top of Baby Bird. Not that I'm keeping score, but me and Tara have come more times than Baby Bird, a situation that has to be rectified.

Fred is keyed up right now, coming rather quickly, but with her whole body shaking, I'm assuming she felt everything I did.

"Sweetie, we don't HAVE to go to the campus if you don't want to. I just thought I'd mention it. If you meet up with Buffy. It might help things."

My head is still swimming from my orgasm and the taste of Fred. I kiss Bunny hard on the mouth. She only was sucking Fred's nips this time, didn't get a chance to go downtown before she came.

"My, somebody is sweet today," Bunny says with a wink.

Fred smiled a nervous grin, face turning three shades of crimson.

But back to the subject at hand...

"Bunny, you know me. Don't apologize. Just promise you and Baby Bird will keep me from killing B."

"You gotta promise me you won't hurt Willow, too."

"I promise!"

My left hand is behind my back, fingers crossed. Fred chuckles silently, but Bunny must not hear her.


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You know how I feel about college. The cool autumn day seems to be an excuse for every fuck ass activist on campus to hand me their shit. I can't walk two feet without some asshole handing me a flyer hawking some stupid fucking idea. If it's not the environmentalist loonies, it's the stuck up "Children of Billionaire Oilers" fuckers. And if it's not the Men's Right assholes, it's the feminist cunts who are getting in my face about some stupid shit or another.

The Jesus Freaks, Hare Krishnas, Sabrinas, Mormons and American Atheist Society all seem to hone in one me at once. God, why anybody would actually come here by choice is a mystery to me. Though I do see why girls like Willow fit in so well here.

Finally, Tara spots a familiar face.

"Anya!"

"Oh, hi, Tara."

"You're not here to carry out another vengeance wish against frat boys, are you?"

"Will you let that drop? So what if I killed twelve boys in one day here? It was only twelve! You should have saw that royal family I took out in the twelfth century. Now *that* was a massacre."

"Anya, these are my friends, Fred and Faith."

Anya seems preoccupied, watching some freak sing her way out of a parking ticket.

"Oh, hi guys."

I often wonder if Anya would hate me or not. I did try to kill Xander once, after all. But water under the bridge, as they say. At least with Xander. Anya the fuckin' vengeance demon might not be so fuckin' forgiving. Part of me almost thinks about running.

"You know, I'd totally like to beat her with her own rib."

Two steps back...

"Where are you going, Faith?" Baby Bird asks me.

"Beat who?" Tara wondered.

"Singing like that on a beautiful day! It's noise pollution! People where I come from wouldn't stand for it! You should at least be drunk if you're forced to listen to that!"

"Who is that anyway?"

Might as well talk to her. If she's too busy talking, she can't do me any harm. That is, if she even knows who I am.

"Oh, that's Marti. She's from the Isle of Noxon, probably on her way to Los Angeles."

"How do you know so much about her?" I ask.

"Faith, when you're a demon, you know all other demons by sight."

"Where is this Isle of Noxon place?" Tara asks, her voice implies she isn't buying Anya's story.

"The Isle of Noxon is somewhere close to Sweden. It's been notorious from the beginning of time as the birthplace of all bad art. Everybody from this place is originally named Marti or Marty. It's just that the guys spell it with a 'y' and the girls with an 'i.'"

"Ah, okay, that's why..."

But the bitch cuts me off.

"You know when have a favorite TV show? And how it's really, really great at first? But then all of the sudden it starts sucking?"

Fred and Tara are nodding their heads. I'm just wondering if I could throw my Jackal from here and hit this Marti demon in the neck or not. I'm a bit rusty on the ol' knife throwing thing.

"It's meant for teens and twenty-somethings, but all of the sudden it starts reading like some pathetic middle aged woman's bad boy fantasy?"

They're still nodding, and I'm about to unsheathe my knife when Tara grabs my arm.

"Well, if so, then the show was a victim of a Marti Noxon, or Marty, if you will."

"So, how do they stay in town?" I ask.

"They have a great union. They basically get into the Screenwriter's Guild by hook or crook. Usually crook. Claiming their mental disabilities are covered under the Americans with Disabilities act, even though they're not American."

"Well I'll be damned!" I say, acting as if I care.

This crazy bitch Marti actual gets back in her car and runs over the meter maid's foot. I wish I could follow them, to see the big car chase that's gonna follow, but before I can get away, Willow walks up. Oh well, maybe I can catch a repeat on Cops.

Of course, Fred hides behind me and Tara. Poor girl is still traumatized from Willow's turn as a pervert.

"Hey guys, you doing cool today?"

She says it in this really dopey stoner voice, not esounsounding like herself, then I smell it.

*cough* "Christ, Willow. What the fuck? I'm gonna get a contact high."

"Smoking pot is cooooooool, mmmmkay?" she drawls on, like that guy with the big head on South Park.

"Yeah, but couldn't you at least smoke some good shit? You actually smell like shit, literally."

She's eating a bag of potato chips, every once in a while doing that stoner laugh.

"Want some, Tara? I don't want to give any to the traitor here. Wearing those pants, appealing to doody head boys."

"Doody head boys?" asks Tara.

"Yeah, Tara! You know how I feel! I'm GAY NOW! I loves to dive da muff! You know I'm..."

"Shut UP!" I scream at her. "We know this already."

"It doesn't hurt to remind you again. Diving the muff is coooool. Nothing jutting out to hit you in the eye, no balls to slap your chin, just soft, smooth skin."

Fred and Tara look at her horrified.

"It's like, you just have to... lick. Nothing to get caught in your throat, no hot, burning jizz, just smooth skin."

"So you bitches do shave yourselves down there?" I ask jokingly.

"NO! Hello! Gay now! Razors are a vice, Faith! If you shave, you're a bad dyke, Faith!"

"So what do I care?" I get up in her face.

"Look, guys, don't fight. Maybe it'd be best if you left, Willow."

"No! Tara! Don't be mean to me! Call me Vixen!"

"Willow, please leave."

"It's cool. I'm gonna go get some action. Rug munching is cool. Dick sucking sucks, but carpet licking is coooooooool. And I need some more pot."

"Well, just as long as you're not doing it anywhere near me."

"Me and the wymym from class are gonna go to the maternity ward today. We have to castrate all the male babies, make sure they can't rape when they get older."

"Fascist," I spit out.

"Traitor! Homophobe!" Willow screams at me.

"Whatever," I roll my eyes.

"Men without balls can't rape, Faith! Take away the tool for the job and they can't commit violent acts against wymyn! Do you actually WANT wymyn to be RAPED? HUH? DO YOU?"

I push Willow off the bridge. She lands with a splash in the water.

"Tara! HOLD ME!" she's screaming as she's splashing in the water. "That hurt, Tara! I need comforting!"

"Well, I guess she won't be able to cut off any balls today," I say with a laugh. Fred and Tara are looking down at her with contempt. By now Anya had left before we could realize it.

"Willow, stop whining! You only fell five feet, and the water isn't even deep."

"Tara!"

"Willow, I said, get out of there"!

"Hold me, Tara! Comfort me!"

The three of us just leave the little bitch there in the water. She's still wailing for Tara when we're halfway across campus. "TARRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAA!"


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On the way back home, we're feeling hungry and need to eat. So we stop off at the Doublemeat Palace. I still half expect to see Buffy, or who I think is Buffy anyway. When we get there, Anya is there, ordering the special double meat sandwich.

"Hope you don't mind if we sit with you."

Anya turns around quickly, "Just as long as you didn't bring crazy Willow along, you can. The last thing I want is to listen to that humorless shrieking harpy when I'm trying to eat."

"She was in the water last time we saw!" Fred was giggling.

"And wailing for Tara!" I add.So, So, we're halfway into the dinner, Bunny and Baby Bird are sharing a large fry and 24 piece chicken nugget dinner. Me and Anya are enjoying the double meat surprise when it fucking happened. In walked B. Fuck.

"Oh my GOD! Anya, you're just the person I wanted to see!"

I have my head down, not wanting to shock Buffy. That, and she's not the person I really want to fuckin' see right now. Sure, I love B, or loved her, maybe. Once upon a time. Of course, there were plenty of girls I ate out on a regular basis, but that didn't mean I loved them, for fuck's sake. It isn't like she was that great a lay anyway. Tara is ten times the lover B ever was, and Fred is getting better every time we meet up. A few more weekends and the little thing might even be better than me.

"Sure, kiddo, what is it?"

"I am so pissed off at my doctor right now!"

"Why? Did he make with the Russian fingers a little too low?"

"Ewwwww! No, not at all! He's a liar!"

I finally raise my head, looking Buffy in the eye. "Then you should get along just fine with him."

"I never lie, Faith! Only when the lie is to forward my own selfish agenda, but that's okay, because I'm Buffy, blonde and stunning! And I'm from California! You're a brunette from Boston, and you're... oh so... Faith like."

"Stabbed any more friends in the gut lately, B?"

"All the time, Faith! Spikey needs blood, and whatever Spike needs, I give to him."

"Buffy, what was it you were asking again?"

"I need you to get vengeance on this doctor! For Spike! When Spikey is happy, I'm happy!"

"Did the doctor try to kill Spike?" Tara asks.

"Nope, even worse, he accused Spike of lying!"

"And this lie was...?" Anya asks.

"He told me if Spike cuts out my clit it won't grow back! Spikey told me he wanted to cut it out, because it makes girls feel soooo good to have their clits cut out! He told me it'd grow back in 24 hours, even sooner for me, because I'm a Slayer!"

Everybody at the table spat out the bite of food they had in their mouths. I nearly vomit on myself just thinking of the idea.

"Spike has this pair of pliers he was gonna use to rip it out! He told me it'd grow back real soon and I'd have the bestest orgasm ever! The best one any woman ever felt, because other women don't know they grow back!"

Anya was the first to speak up, "Buffy, you can't seriously be this..."

"Stupid?" I finish.

"Well, Spike is evil..." Tara began.

"No he's not! He loves me! See?" Buffy gets some water and cleans her her make up. "See this black eye? I got it from him hitting me while we fucked! You hit people you love. The harder you hit them, the more you love them! I love Spikey a whole ton. I hit him a lot more than he hits me, because I love him more!"

"Buffy! That's horrible!" Tara spoke up.

"No it's not! It's love!"

"Buffy, my dad used to hit my mother all the time, it's horrible."

"No, Tara! We hit each other because we love each other! I love Spikey so much I hit him for an hour last night! His face is all big and swollen to five times it's normal size! And it's all purple and nasty. Now everywhere we go, people will know how much I LOVE him!"

Buffy let out a loud, long shriek, the kind you do when you're so happy you can't talk.

Poor Fred looks traumatized at the moment. She grabs onto my arm, holding it tight, like a frightened child.

"C'mon, Anya! You got to torture my doctor! He can't call Spikey a liar anymore!"

"Buffy, I hate to say it, but you're an idiot. And it's time somebody took out Spike." Wow, Anya stands up to B!

"Nooooooo! I'm Spikey's whore! See? I even have it tattooed on my tummy!"

Buffy lifts up her shirt, revealing a poorly done tattoo.

"See? It say's 'I am Spikey's wa-hore'. Ooops, he misspelled 'hore'! Put a 'w' in front of it!"

All of us get ready to leave, no longer wanting to be around B. Who can blame us? She's still badgering pAnyaAnya.

Buffy p and and stomps her foot. "Buffy want doctor dead so Spikey can rip out her clit. She wants nice orgasm!"

"Have you been drinking again, Buffy?" Anya asks, though I don't know what she means. No way could B be this stupid drunk, she must have had her brain rattled around too much from Spike's "love."

"Buffy love Spike and hate doctor! Doctor said Spike lied! But Spike told truth! He wants to make Buffy come! The doctor is just jealous he isn't sexy like Spike and don't get to make Buffy come!"

"Buffy, you need help, please, I love you, stake Spike and be done with it." I hope Bunny only means love in a friend's fashion.

"Buffy let hundreds of people die so she can fuck Spike! Buffy don't want to be a Slayer anymore! She's a vampire layer!"

"Yeah, whatever," I say, throwing the wrapped up, partially eaten sandwich at her head.

"Buffy wants orgy in heaven with seventy-two virgin vamps."

As we walked home that night, none of us spoke much about Buffy's outburst in the Doublemeat Palace. But I finally got over my feelings of sadness over losing her, and her avoiding me. If this was what she had become, Spike can have her. And who would want her after that pathetic faggot had his tiny, shriveled cock in her? But I have to admit, watching Spike tear out her clit might be funny. In the same way it'd be funny to watch a bull dyke drown Andrea Yates in her cell's toilet.

Every bush we pass puts my Slayer instinct on high. Even when Tara is sitting on my face I'm partially thinking that Miss Psycho Tammy is outside, ready to break through the window. Thankfully Fred's tongue hits the right spot and the thought vanished until the next morning.