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What She Said
What She Said
Title: Wait She Said
Summary:Buffy’s dead, Faith’s greiving and so’s Spike – they comfort each other, with a little help from Lilah
Author:Isabella Stardust
Pairing: Faith/Spike/Lilah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not buffyverse, nor smiths lyrics – I’m just playing
Chapter: 1/3 sequel to 'H' wh' which can be found here
Timeframe: A/U post season 7 of buffy season 4 of Angel - spike came back and has been made flesh and lilah is still around
Faith's POV
What she said :
"How come someone hasn't noticed
That I'm dead
And decided to bury me ?
God knows, I'm ready !"
I light another cigarette, I don't know how many I've smoked in these past few weeks all I know is it's a lot.
I've scrambled through with almostsenssense of self, running hiding fighting - even from myself - and espcially from her.
Damn! It's cold for L.A. and pull my leather jacket closer to chest.
My breasts are aching and I wince from even that slight touch, those games with Lilah went a little too far last night.
Though really, I'm too far gone to care.
I keep my head up as I trawl through the dull darkness unable to decide whether to look for trouble of just head back to her
place where it's certain I'll get it.
Though shenot not in right now so I'd get some peace - some time to myself.
But that's all bullshit.
Peace is meaningless - I live only for turmoil.
I know no other way.
I think maybe I'll walk myself to death with only lady nicotine for company.
What she said was sad
But then, all the rejection she's had
To pretend to be happy
Could only be idiocy
I see him across the street, I have to laugh.
He has his arms folded across his chest, head defiantly up with a blank expression to match my own.
He's the mirror of me.
I try to slip away to slink into the shadows.
But he's chasing me.
Stupid Vampire.
He grabs my shoulder and I twirl around to face him.
"Yo, what's your deal?"
All fighting stance and attitude.
It's all I got.
His voice half cracks.
"She's dead." His eyes hit the floor and his breath stinks as if he hasn't stopped drinking for a week.
"I kno saw saw them bring her in, in pieces" I saw it quickly, flippantly. It's my turn to break. "And now I'm the one in
pieces. She was ripped limb from limb. I always figured nothin' would get her - y'know? That I'd be the one with the
grisly painful death." I almost whisper it, my eyes fixed on my shiny shoes - Lilah must of polished them, I wonder why.
"Have you got any cigarettes?"
"Too many" I put one into his hand and light it for him.
Intimacy through grief.
What she said was not for the job or
Lover that she never had
Oh ...
No no no ...
"I don't know why it effected me the way it did, But i felt like I could breathe without her around. I mean me and B weren't
always the best of friends - infact we've tried to kill each other. But thats hardly the point. I mean you're the pussywhipped
vamp an' all but I am begining to wonder how deep my feelings went for her and the worst part is - I still can't figure it out."
"How come you're here?"
"What d'ya mean?"
"Well how come your brooding about L.A. by yourself and not mourning with the blasted slayerettes."
"I just couldn't be there - their grief seemed more important than mine, besides the Slayer School was really just a drag."
"Heh, I can see that with the scoobies lording it over everything" his voice softens. "How'd the lil bit take it?"
"I dunno, I slipped off in the chaos and ended up in this joyous city of fuck-ups. How'd you find out anyway?"
"Angel" he said it through gritted teeth. "They wanted me to go..to the funeral...i couldn't of seen her like that" his
espression melts and I brace myself for tears, I'm not good with upset people - I tend to make things worse
"I wished I hadn't her beautiful body in bloody pieces" I looked at him, the tears had started. "Y'kno tact has never been
my strong point but damn that was stupid."
He didn't answer just looked through me as if looking for something beyond my being.
"I doubt you're going to find enlightenment staring at those" I pointed at my breasts and hoped a fucking lot that this would
lighten the mood.
"I was just wondering where you got the bruises, pet."
I light another cigarette, I don't offer him one this time.
What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesise
(It took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
By the time I'd explained the whole sorry state of my affair with Lilah, the sun was about to come up and we'd polishef
f
another 20 cigarettes and a bottle of whisky.
"I've got a booze and smokes there if you want to go back to hers" I slur it.
He accepts.
"Anything for a lady" he bows with a flourish and kisses my hand.
It's all theatre, and he's the perfect actor for the part.
So while I mourn a sister or a love, I take her lover as my own.
Her painkiller and whipping boy in a bid to make him the same to me.
I fling him on Lilah's couch, rip off his shirt and undo the belt buckle.
His gaze is steady, he looks at me like I'm not there.
I lick from his collarbone up and dig my teeth deep into his flesh.
His blood tastes coppery on my tongue.
I guzzle it down in a pale imitation of his kind and start to undress.
His eyes follow my body with wonder, checking the bruises and the scars two weeks of living with Lilah Morgan has left me
with.
"And you thought you and Buffy were bad" I deadpan in my underwear.
He hasn't touched me yet.
He just stares.
So I punch him - square in the jaw.
I catch his expression as he looks back up.
Feral. I feel I've released the animal inside. His tongue sticks out from barely parted lips and his eyes light up.
"You don't want to play that game with me,luv"
I staddle him. "Why not?"
"You're gonna get burned."
He turns me over his knee and spanks me like a child.
I start to squeal and giggle, wriggling out of his gasp.
Removing his trousers.
Feeling my underwear ripped off.
Biting kisses up and down my thighs.
He teases me till I want to scream and then just looks up and smirks.
So I hit him again.
And he reaches for her riding crop...
What she said :
"I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an
Early death
AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING !"
I light another cigarette and examine the fresh bruises on my body, lover boy's still knocked out.
Whether it's from the Whisky or the long, hard, painful sex I don't know and I don't care.
I'm just falling and I don't know how to stop - everything in this life is a distraction, just something else to bring me
down.
Just let me burn.
I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an
Early death
AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING
Title: Wait She Said
Summary:Buffy’s dead, Faith’s greiving and so’s Spike – they comfort each other, with a little help from Lilah
Author:Isabella Stardust
Pairing: Faith/Spike/Lilah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not buffyverse, nor smiths lyrics – I’m just playing
Chapter: 1/3 sequel to 'H' wh' which can be found here
Timeframe: A/U post season 7 of buffy season 4 of Angel - spike came back and has been made flesh and lilah is still around
Faith's POV
What she said :
"How come someone hasn't noticed
That I'm dead
And decided to bury me ?
God knows, I'm ready !"
I light another cigarette, I don't know how many I've smoked in these past few weeks all I know is it's a lot.
I've scrambled through with almostsenssense of self, running hiding fighting - even from myself - and espcially from her.
Damn! It's cold for L.A. and pull my leather jacket closer to chest.
My breasts are aching and I wince from even that slight touch, those games with Lilah went a little too far last night.
Though really, I'm too far gone to care.
I keep my head up as I trawl through the dull darkness unable to decide whether to look for trouble of just head back to her
place where it's certain I'll get it.
Though shenot not in right now so I'd get some peace - some time to myself.
But that's all bullshit.
Peace is meaningless - I live only for turmoil.
I know no other way.
I think maybe I'll walk myself to death with only lady nicotine for company.
What she said was sad
But then, all the rejection she's had
To pretend to be happy
Could only be idiocy
I see him across the street, I have to laugh.
He has his arms folded across his chest, head defiantly up with a blank expression to match my own.
He's the mirror of me.
I try to slip away to slink into the shadows.
But he's chasing me.
Stupid Vampire.
He grabs my shoulder and I twirl around to face him.
"Yo, what's your deal?"
All fighting stance and attitude.
It's all I got.
His voice half cracks.
"She's dead." His eyes hit the floor and his breath stinks as if he hasn't stopped drinking for a week.
"I kno saw saw them bring her in, in pieces" I saw it quickly, flippantly. It's my turn to break. "And now I'm the one in
pieces. She was ripped limb from limb. I always figured nothin' would get her - y'know? That I'd be the one with the
grisly painful death." I almost whisper it, my eyes fixed on my shiny shoes - Lilah must of polished them, I wonder why.
"Have you got any cigarettes?"
"Too many" I put one into his hand and light it for him.
Intimacy through grief.
What she said was not for the job or
Lover that she never had
Oh ...
No no no ...
"I don't know why it effected me the way it did, But i felt like I could breathe without her around. I mean me and B weren't
always the best of friends - infact we've tried to kill each other. But thats hardly the point. I mean you're the pussywhipped
vamp an' all but I am begining to wonder how deep my feelings went for her and the worst part is - I still can't figure it out."
"How come you're here?"
"What d'ya mean?"
"Well how come your brooding about L.A. by yourself and not mourning with the blasted slayerettes."
"I just couldn't be there - their grief seemed more important than mine, besides the Slayer School was really just a drag."
"Heh, I can see that with the scoobies lording it over everything" his voice softens. "How'd the lil bit take it?"
"I dunno, I slipped off in the chaos and ended up in this joyous city of fuck-ups. How'd you find out anyway?"
"Angel" he said it through gritted teeth. "They wanted me to go..to the funeral...i couldn't of seen her like that" his
espression melts and I brace myself for tears, I'm not good with upset people - I tend to make things worse
"I wished I hadn't her beautiful body in bloody pieces" I looked at him, the tears had started. "Y'kno tact has never been
my strong point but damn that was stupid."
He didn't answer just looked through me as if looking for something beyond my being.
"I doubt you're going to find enlightenment staring at those" I pointed at my breasts and hoped a fucking lot that this would
lighten the mood.
"I was just wondering where you got the bruises, pet."
I light another cigarette, I don't offer him one this time.
What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesise
(It took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
By the time I'd explained the whole sorry state of my affair with Lilah, the sun was about to come up and we'd polishef
f
another 20 cigarettes and a bottle of whisky.
"I've got a booze and smokes there if you want to go back to hers" I slur it.
He accepts.
"Anything for a lady" he bows with a flourish and kisses my hand.
It's all theatre, and he's the perfect actor for the part.
So while I mourn a sister or a love, I take her lover as my own.
Her painkiller and whipping boy in a bid to make him the same to me.
I fling him on Lilah's couch, rip off his shirt and undo the belt buckle.
His gaze is steady, he looks at me like I'm not there.
I lick from his collarbone up and dig my teeth deep into his flesh.
His blood tastes coppery on my tongue.
I guzzle it down in a pale imitation of his kind and start to undress.
His eyes follow my body with wonder, checking the bruises and the scars two weeks of living with Lilah Morgan has left me
with.
"And you thought you and Buffy were bad" I deadpan in my underwear.
He hasn't touched me yet.
He just stares.
So I punch him - square in the jaw.
I catch his expression as he looks back up.
Feral. I feel I've released the animal inside. His tongue sticks out from barely parted lips and his eyes light up.
"You don't want to play that game with me,luv"
I staddle him. "Why not?"
"You're gonna get burned."
He turns me over his knee and spanks me like a child.
I start to squeal and giggle, wriggling out of his gasp.
Removing his trousers.
Feeling my underwear ripped off.
Biting kisses up and down my thighs.
He teases me till I want to scream and then just looks up and smirks.
So I hit him again.
And he reaches for her riding crop...
What she said :
"I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an
Early death
AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING !"
I light another cigarette and examine the fresh bruises on my body, lover boy's still knocked out.
Whether it's from the Whisky or the long, hard, painful sex I don't know and I don't care.
I'm just falling and I don't know how to stop - everything in this life is a distraction, just something else to bring me
down.
Just let me burn.
I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an
Early death
AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING