Nobody's Home

I wake up to the sun blasting through the window of the abandoned house, I wipe the sleep from my eyes and slowly stand up making sure no one can see through the window, I watch her move slowly around her house, pained still I expect. The Scooby’s are there with her, attending to her every need. Losers.

I won’t leave the house yet, it’s too soon, I’ll just watch her, I don’t want her to know I’m still watching and waiting. She looks out of the window towards mine, I dive down quickly, I don’t think she saw me, even if she did what she going to do hobble around here and ‘Slay’ me.

I stare out the window she’s not home, darkness falls around me I turn on my heel to head outside when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. The intruder stands at the door before kicking it open, I jump back in surprise.
“I’ve been sent by Buffy” Spike says tirelessly. I tilt my head and smile.
“Come to kill me Vampy?” I mock him. He laughs at me, how dare he, I move forward and strike him across the face and watch as he flies to the ground.
“She said you would fight” he murmurs “You may be strong…but I’m a little stronger” I laugh at him powerfully.
“You’re kidding me right” I smirk at him, what does he want me to do? Fight him, I know I’ll win. That’s why I’m the Slayer.
He catches me off guard and pushes me backwards, I fall against a table and drop to the floor, he moves near me and kicks me in the side, I regain my energy and jump up from the floor elbowing him in the face, he falls backwards and leaps towards me throwing me back to floor with him holding me down.
“Feels familiar doesn’t it Faith” He sneers in my ear. “Except you’re not going to get your own way this time” we wrestle on the floor.
“Oh I’m really scared” I say sarcastically, thing is I think I am scared, with his weight on me I’m powerless to move, he could do anything to me. I struggle beneath him and try to kick him off but my efforts fail.

He loosens his grasp on me so I pull my hand back and smack him across the face and turn on my stomach to crawl away from him, big mistake he dives after me flattening me back on the ground.
“Now Faith, if you just stay still it’ll be over quicker.” His hand fumbles beneath me, undoing my jeans, one of his hands holds my hands together, the other struggles to pull my jeans and underwear down.
“No!” I try to forcefully turn over to get him off me, but he just puts more weight onto me, I can barely breathe beneath him. I feel him hold himself, getting his dick hard; I close my eyes and pray for it to be quick and painless. He forces himself inside me; I whimper slightly and bite my lip each thrust brings back the memories of every vampire, human, demon I’ve ever stabbed. I feel light headed and don’t have any energy to even stay awake, I feel him come inside me, he pulls out lets go of my hands, I would try to move but I can’t.
“How does this end now Faith?” He bends down and whispers into my ear, his hand stroking my hair. I suddenly feel a blow to the head and fall unconscious.

I wake up in a pool of my own blood; I run my hand across my face, a nose bleed. I turn over and sit up, my jeans and underwear around my ankles, I look around the room. I head towards the bathroom and climb in the shower, the water turns to read as it hits me, my hair stained from my nose, I let the water cascade across my body, running my hands up and down myself, I gently rub between my legs, its too painful. I grab a towel and dry myself off, it’s dark out still, I stand up and agonizingly pull my jeans up, I feel so tender, the hardness of the jeans grate against me. This isn’t over between us; I’ll kill her if I have to.

I open the back door to her kitchen, foolish girl leaving it unlocked again. How many lessons does she need teaching? I walk through the hall way, the grandfather clock ticks, its reads 4am. Surely she’ll be in her room. I tiptoe upstairs and find her bedroom in the darkness, I slowly open the door. She is there, snoring sweetly, almost too sweet. I sit on the edge of her bed staring at her; she feels my presence as she begins to stir.
“Willow?” she whispers straining to open her eyes.
“Not quite” I say sharply. She opens her eyes in fear and sits up hurriedly in her bed.
“Faith what do you want, stay away” she trembles; I run my knife down her cheek.
“Come on B, you’re taking all the fun out of it” I pout at her, snatching my knife away from her. She jumps frightened, I see the panic in her eyes.
“I thought we were adults B, but you sent Spike to play tit for tat? I can’t say it wasn’t fun.” I try to lighten the mood.
“You enjoyed it?” She asks stunned, I grin.
“Enjoy….not quite the word; it was an experience to say the least” I slur to her.
“Look Faith I’m sorry...” She begins apologising.
“B it’s done, you can’t take it back” I strike her down mid sentence. “I’m going to make you pay though, so don’t worry about that” I laugh evilly at her; I watch her hand move to her side table.
“No B!” I grab her hand “It wouldn’t be unjust if you were allowed a weapon too”
“Faith, stop this please” she starts crying in front of me. I thought she was tough and unbreakable. I seem to have touched a nerve.
“You know something I’m sick of your whining I’m just going to end this now” I grab her by the throat, I quickly make sure I’m doing the right thing, I’m sure I am…it all suddenly goes slow motion my hand moves round in an eclipsed motion to stab her but I feel a strong hold on my wrist, I turn around and it all goes black after a violent blow to the head.

I wake minutes later with Angel and Buffy trying to restrain me, I kick out and knock Buffy backwards Angel however holds my wrists down slowing my defence. Buffy strains to get back up and I eventually overpower Angel’s grasp knocking him backwards too. I jump up and without a second glance around the room I escape down the stairs.

I run out of the house, I hear the sound of Buffy’s footsteps sprinting after me; I dive over the fence and run down the street. Thankfully I’m faster than her, I keep running until I’m out of breath, I stop and look at my surroundings, I think I’m pretty much at the edge of town. I lay low for a few days, but I know they’re looking for me.