Chasing the Girl
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
5,453
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer - part one
Part 2
Faith pulled into the parking lot of the Harrah's Casino 24 hours after leaving Boston. The Casino, set on the bank of the Mississippi, was right in the middle of the city. Getting out of her car, she turned full circle checking out the scenery. 'Well,' She thought. 'B or no B, this might be a little fun. Nothing like being in a city known for taking it easy.' She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head and looked for the entrance.
2 Days Earlier.
Faith had just returned home from grabbing a pack of smokes when she noticed the light on the answering machine.
"Figures, no one calls me for days, I leave for 10 minutes and I get a message." She said as she pushed play.
"Faith, Willow, yeah I know, I found you, I already knew. I've kept tabs on you a long time. You never moved, so that was easy. So not the point of the call. Look it's a long story, but the point is Buffy. I need you, well she needs you, I mean I guess she needs, but she hasn't said, of course she wouldn't, she doesn't say..."
Faith would have been thinking something cleverly witty about the long-winded diatribe, but she had pretty much lost all feeling in her legs when she pushed play.
"Okay scratch all of that, Buffy needs help and you can help her. She doesn't know it, but we do. We meaning Ken and I. Xander pretty much said screw her this time, I mean she left a pretty big bruise the last time, and he's in a bad place anyway, self-esteem wise, a guy can only take so much, and well after the stuff with Dawn and her boyfriend, and then she forgives her and invites her to stay, and then the pool incident, oh god that was awful, well, in any case, we can't really count on her help anymore, plus I'm pretty sure we should have tried you first anyway. Oh well, live and learn. Anyway, Kennedy is giving me the signal to wrap it up, you can call me at work, I work in Security at Harrah's Casino, oh yeah we're in New Orleans, just figured I should tell you, just cause we know where you are doesn't mean you know where we.." BEEP.
And that was it. The message was cut off and no more. At least none Faith had waited around for, she heard:
'New Orleans, Buffy needs help' and where Willow worked. It was enough.
Faith stepped inside the casino and squinted at the flashing lights and noises that bombarded her senses.
"May I see some ID, miss?" The man at the entrance asked.
Faith eyed him."What for?"
"Umm, standard procedure, ma'm."
"Oh, I just thought, 'He'll never mind.' Here." She fished in her backpack and got out her wallet. "Listen, do you know a Willow Rosenberg, she said she worked here, something about security?"
The guy was still eyeballing her ID and looking at her. 'Damn and it's really me, too.' She thought.
"Here." He handed her the license. "Willow, yeah, she's our assistant director of security, why?"
"I need to see her."
"What's your name?"
"Dude, I just gave you my ID. Faith, member?"
"Oh yeah, okay. Hold on." He said. Faith watched him as he turned his back and mumbled something into his walkie-talkie. She was about to tell him he could find her at the bar that seemed to be calling her name with watered down drinks, when he turned around.
"Ms. Rosenberg is on her way." He said to Faith's departing back.
"Yeah well, I'll just be at the bar over there, so send her on over." Faith said, without even turning around.
To be continued
Part 2
Faith pulled into the parking lot of the Harrah's Casino 24 hours after leaving Boston. The Casino, set on the bank of the Mississippi, was right in the middle of the city. Getting out of her car, she turned full circle checking out the scenery. 'Well,' She thought. 'B or no B, this might be a little fun. Nothing like being in a city known for taking it easy.' She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head and looked for the entrance.
2 Days Earlier.
Faith had just returned home from grabbing a pack of smokes when she noticed the light on the answering machine.
"Figures, no one calls me for days, I leave for 10 minutes and I get a message." She said as she pushed play.
"Faith, Willow, yeah I know, I found you, I already knew. I've kept tabs on you a long time. You never moved, so that was easy. So not the point of the call. Look it's a long story, but the point is Buffy. I need you, well she needs you, I mean I guess she needs, but she hasn't said, of course she wouldn't, she doesn't say..."
Faith would have been thinking something cleverly witty about the long-winded diatribe, but she had pretty much lost all feeling in her legs when she pushed play.
"Okay scratch all of that, Buffy needs help and you can help her. She doesn't know it, but we do. We meaning Ken and I. Xander pretty much said screw her this time, I mean she left a pretty big bruise the last time, and he's in a bad place anyway, self-esteem wise, a guy can only take so much, and well after the stuff with Dawn and her boyfriend, and then she forgives her and invites her to stay, and then the pool incident, oh god that was awful, well, in any case, we can't really count on her help anymore, plus I'm pretty sure we should have tried you first anyway. Oh well, live and learn. Anyway, Kennedy is giving me the signal to wrap it up, you can call me at work, I work in Security at Harrah's Casino, oh yeah we're in New Orleans, just figured I should tell you, just cause we know where you are doesn't mean you know where we.." BEEP.
And that was it. The message was cut off and no more. At least none Faith had waited around for, she heard:
'New Orleans, Buffy needs help' and where Willow worked. It was enough.
Faith stepped inside the casino and squinted at the flashing lights and noises that bombarded her senses.
"May I see some ID, miss?" The man at the entrance asked.
Faith eyed him."What for?"
"Umm, standard procedure, ma'm."
"Oh, I just thought, 'He'll never mind.' Here." She fished in her backpack and got out her wallet. "Listen, do you know a Willow Rosenberg, she said she worked here, something about security?"
The guy was still eyeballing her ID and looking at her. 'Damn and it's really me, too.' She thought.
"Here." He handed her the license. "Willow, yeah, she's our assistant director of security, why?"
"I need to see her."
"What's your name?"
"Dude, I just gave you my ID. Faith, member?"
"Oh yeah, okay. Hold on." He said. Faith watched him as he turned his back and mumbled something into his walkie-talkie. She was about to tell him he could find her at the bar that seemed to be calling her name with watered down drinks, when he turned around.
"Ms. Rosenberg is on her way." He said to Faith's departing back.
"Yeah well, I'll just be at the bar over there, so send her on over." Faith said, without even turning around.
To be continued