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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
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... Now what?
Second chapter in this update.
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Faith slipped quickly out of the library now that she’d assured that Willow, Xander, and Giles all had the handling of the now thoroughly unconscious werewolf under control. She knew, logically, that the blonde Slayer would be fine, that she would survive simply from knowing that there was a possibility of their slaying and her fucking up with the future… but she still couldn’t help but worry over that the other thing, that had been fighting Oz, was still out there and possibly mauling the blonde. Instinct drew her outside, and she saw Buffy frozen in place, holding a shivering, half-naked man. One that happened to have a vaguely familiar tattoo, and dark hair… with chains dangling from his wrists.
She approached as slowly as she possibly could, unsure of how the creature would react to someone else nearing, not wanting to spook it into tearing out Buffy’s neck. He looked tame, if pathetic, for the moment, but he was still a vampire, as her senses were currently screaming at her. “B… Buffy….” His voice was broken, soft, but Faith still heard it, and she paused where she was, waiting for the other Slayer to do something.
“Angel, we have to get you back to the mansion. They can’t find you out here.” Buffy whispered, keeping still and quiet herself, much like Faith had. She hesitantly smiled over the shivering shoulder at the brunette. “This is Faith. She’s going to help us hide you, for now. She got you some blood.”
The creature spun, faster than Faith had thought he’d be able, and she reached for a stake that wasn’t currently on her, finding the tranque gun instead. Maybe it’d work on him, if he turned on them and she was fast enough. The deep, haunted brown eyes bore into her, and Faith, for a split second, understood what Buffy had seen in him, how he was different. In that second, she barely saw the hint of his fractured, broken soul. “Hey Fang, lets get you back to your nice, big mansion, yeah? Wicked cool stone walls. Protection from sunlight when it rises. All that jazz. Then ya can drink some disgusting red stuff while B tells me what the fuck is happening.”
He continued to stare at her, warily, before Buffy gently touched his arm. “It’s okay. You get used to her.” Faith frowned at the blonde when Angel turned to stare at the original Slayer, wondering what exactly that meant.
By the time Faith had gotten Angel settled back into the mansion, blood warmed and served, and the manacles off of his wrists, Buffy was finally joining them. She didn’t mention anything regarding what had happened with the two dead students, or Oz, and only slumped into a chair to watch as Angel crouched in a corner, looking frightened and confused. Other than her Slayer senses telling her that it was a demon, kill it kill it, Faith thought he looked somewhat like a monkey that had just had the shit scared out of it.
“I told them that you decided to go out and patrol, to burn off some energy.” Buffy finally said, breaking the uncomfortable, cold silence that had been building while the slayers stared at the be-souled vampire, and he stared right back at them. Faith changed her gaze to Buffy, fidgeting uncomfortably. Patrol sounded really good right now. Get the blood pumping, relieve that urge to slay… maybe return to the world of sanity for a bit. “You… I… he saved me.”
“No shit B. What else? The broken chains just a form of artistic expression? They represent the shackles of humanity?” Faith responded sarcastically, ignoring the look of utter shock and memory on Buffy’s face. “Or maybe he just got himself broken out and followed your damn scent. Do we know if he ran into anyone? Is that why he won’t drink it?”
“Pete almost killed me… and he saved me.” Buffy whispered, unable to confirm or deny that statement, looking down into her lap. Faith winced, mentally berating herself for making the blonde feel guilty. Likely, if it had happened, it happened in the other world, time, whatever.
Angel is not evil. Keep telling yourself that. The vampire is not evil. The vampire is not evil. Fucking A this is fucked up. The vampire is not evil. Faith thought to herself, changing her gaze over to Angel, who was staring at her fearfully. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she crouched where she stood, watching his eyes track her, and mimed drinking from the mug. He stared at her more, and when she nodded and gestured again, finally began to drink his blood. “You’re getting the damn blood from now on, B. That’s nasty.” She shivered and stood, slowly so as not to startle the damned thing, and approached Buffy. “So he got out… but he’s also not all feral bite-y snarl-y anymore, so that’s progress. What ya wanna do now?”
“Sleep.” Buffy whimpered, shaking her head and looking up at Faith as if the brunette had all the answers.
The darker Slayer, in turn, snorted. “Right. You wanna sleep, I wanna slay, and that thing wants to look like a freaked out chimp… but one of us’s gotta stay here an’ watch him tonight, cause we obviously can’t lock ‘im up right now. Morning comes, he can’t leave anyway, so we’re cool for a rest then, but we got a few hours afore that happens.”
“Go and slay, Faith. He’s my responsibility.” Buffy sighed, looking at the vampire in a pained, but hopeful way.
Swallowing hard, she turned and readied to head out and follow that advice. The weight around her neck felt warm and uncomfortable, and clenching her fist, she spoke as she reached the exit, hoping that a few words of comfort and reminder would ease Buffy’s pain, and the reminder that weighed on her so much. “B… Buffy… it was never your fault. The vampire’s maybe… maybe the gypsies’… but it wasn’t yours, and it wasn’t Angel’s. He ain’t the same as the vampire… Angel’s a person, a man… much as I don’t like admittin’ that and much as our instincts say otherwise.” She let out her deep breath and looked over at where Buffy had turned to face her. “It wasn’t your fault, wasn’t his. When it came down to it, you did what you had to. What you had to, Slayer. That there is Angel, the man. It ain’t just a demon. Don’t let it tear you up. Slayer I know is stronger’n that.”
Buffy just continued staring at her as she nodded once more and walked out, ready to take the brief chance of a last minute patrol. The weight around her neck wasn’t so heavy or warm anymore, much more comfortable, and though she felt awkward and mushy for having said that to the blonde, a strange feeling of accomplishment had settled in as well.
Fuck this mushy bullshit is complicated. Damn necklace.
TBC
Yeah, I know both chapters were short... but hopefully with internets connected once more I'll feel that tingle of inspiration to continue writing. Oh Muse, Oh Muse! Return to me oh Muse! (cookies help. they're like muse bait)
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Faith slipped quickly out of the library now that she’d assured that Willow, Xander, and Giles all had the handling of the now thoroughly unconscious werewolf under control. She knew, logically, that the blonde Slayer would be fine, that she would survive simply from knowing that there was a possibility of their slaying and her fucking up with the future… but she still couldn’t help but worry over that the other thing, that had been fighting Oz, was still out there and possibly mauling the blonde. Instinct drew her outside, and she saw Buffy frozen in place, holding a shivering, half-naked man. One that happened to have a vaguely familiar tattoo, and dark hair… with chains dangling from his wrists.
She approached as slowly as she possibly could, unsure of how the creature would react to someone else nearing, not wanting to spook it into tearing out Buffy’s neck. He looked tame, if pathetic, for the moment, but he was still a vampire, as her senses were currently screaming at her. “B… Buffy….” His voice was broken, soft, but Faith still heard it, and she paused where she was, waiting for the other Slayer to do something.
“Angel, we have to get you back to the mansion. They can’t find you out here.” Buffy whispered, keeping still and quiet herself, much like Faith had. She hesitantly smiled over the shivering shoulder at the brunette. “This is Faith. She’s going to help us hide you, for now. She got you some blood.”
The creature spun, faster than Faith had thought he’d be able, and she reached for a stake that wasn’t currently on her, finding the tranque gun instead. Maybe it’d work on him, if he turned on them and she was fast enough. The deep, haunted brown eyes bore into her, and Faith, for a split second, understood what Buffy had seen in him, how he was different. In that second, she barely saw the hint of his fractured, broken soul. “Hey Fang, lets get you back to your nice, big mansion, yeah? Wicked cool stone walls. Protection from sunlight when it rises. All that jazz. Then ya can drink some disgusting red stuff while B tells me what the fuck is happening.”
He continued to stare at her, warily, before Buffy gently touched his arm. “It’s okay. You get used to her.” Faith frowned at the blonde when Angel turned to stare at the original Slayer, wondering what exactly that meant.
By the time Faith had gotten Angel settled back into the mansion, blood warmed and served, and the manacles off of his wrists, Buffy was finally joining them. She didn’t mention anything regarding what had happened with the two dead students, or Oz, and only slumped into a chair to watch as Angel crouched in a corner, looking frightened and confused. Other than her Slayer senses telling her that it was a demon, kill it kill it, Faith thought he looked somewhat like a monkey that had just had the shit scared out of it.
“I told them that you decided to go out and patrol, to burn off some energy.” Buffy finally said, breaking the uncomfortable, cold silence that had been building while the slayers stared at the be-souled vampire, and he stared right back at them. Faith changed her gaze to Buffy, fidgeting uncomfortably. Patrol sounded really good right now. Get the blood pumping, relieve that urge to slay… maybe return to the world of sanity for a bit. “You… I… he saved me.”
“No shit B. What else? The broken chains just a form of artistic expression? They represent the shackles of humanity?” Faith responded sarcastically, ignoring the look of utter shock and memory on Buffy’s face. “Or maybe he just got himself broken out and followed your damn scent. Do we know if he ran into anyone? Is that why he won’t drink it?”
“Pete almost killed me… and he saved me.” Buffy whispered, unable to confirm or deny that statement, looking down into her lap. Faith winced, mentally berating herself for making the blonde feel guilty. Likely, if it had happened, it happened in the other world, time, whatever.
Angel is not evil. Keep telling yourself that. The vampire is not evil. The vampire is not evil. Fucking A this is fucked up. The vampire is not evil. Faith thought to herself, changing her gaze over to Angel, who was staring at her fearfully. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she crouched where she stood, watching his eyes track her, and mimed drinking from the mug. He stared at her more, and when she nodded and gestured again, finally began to drink his blood. “You’re getting the damn blood from now on, B. That’s nasty.” She shivered and stood, slowly so as not to startle the damned thing, and approached Buffy. “So he got out… but he’s also not all feral bite-y snarl-y anymore, so that’s progress. What ya wanna do now?”
“Sleep.” Buffy whimpered, shaking her head and looking up at Faith as if the brunette had all the answers.
The darker Slayer, in turn, snorted. “Right. You wanna sleep, I wanna slay, and that thing wants to look like a freaked out chimp… but one of us’s gotta stay here an’ watch him tonight, cause we obviously can’t lock ‘im up right now. Morning comes, he can’t leave anyway, so we’re cool for a rest then, but we got a few hours afore that happens.”
“Go and slay, Faith. He’s my responsibility.” Buffy sighed, looking at the vampire in a pained, but hopeful way.
Swallowing hard, she turned and readied to head out and follow that advice. The weight around her neck felt warm and uncomfortable, and clenching her fist, she spoke as she reached the exit, hoping that a few words of comfort and reminder would ease Buffy’s pain, and the reminder that weighed on her so much. “B… Buffy… it was never your fault. The vampire’s maybe… maybe the gypsies’… but it wasn’t yours, and it wasn’t Angel’s. He ain’t the same as the vampire… Angel’s a person, a man… much as I don’t like admittin’ that and much as our instincts say otherwise.” She let out her deep breath and looked over at where Buffy had turned to face her. “It wasn’t your fault, wasn’t his. When it came down to it, you did what you had to. What you had to, Slayer. That there is Angel, the man. It ain’t just a demon. Don’t let it tear you up. Slayer I know is stronger’n that.”
Buffy just continued staring at her as she nodded once more and walked out, ready to take the brief chance of a last minute patrol. The weight around her neck wasn’t so heavy or warm anymore, much more comfortable, and though she felt awkward and mushy for having said that to the blonde, a strange feeling of accomplishment had settled in as well.
Fuck this mushy bullshit is complicated. Damn necklace.
TBC
Yeah, I know both chapters were short... but hopefully with internets connected once more I'll feel that tingle of inspiration to continue writing. Oh Muse, Oh Muse! Return to me oh Muse! (cookies help. they're like muse bait)