Kathy's Revenge

Chapter 28
Faith’s POV

So this bitch wants to feed me to that blood sucking leach of a boy toy. Over my fucking dead body. My grip on the coarse, cold metal pole tightens as she just looks at me, panting with the exertion. Sweat sticking her bangs to her face. Come on bitch you want to save me. Going to have to kill me first. See what the demons in hell make of me.

My gaze flicks up to her right hand which is raised level with her head. She twists it to the side showing me the knife she’s carrying. My knife. The light catches it as she shows me with an almost proud look on her face. I take a second to gaze at it. Admire it. My jaw clenches. “That’s mine.” I push through my gritted teeth. The mayor gave me that. Closest thing to a birthday present I ever received.

She looks slightly uneasy at this statement and says with what little conviction she has left. “You’re about to get it back.” Her voice itself does not betray her fear but her wavering stance does. She is going to wish she had never been born.

Come on B. You need more fire than that to save me. Lets’ see if we can fix that little problem. I lift my pole over my head with my hands almost touching at the base, bringing it down to strike the other slayer on top of her skull.

She drops her shoulder and pulls back her right leg in order to evade the blow. The end lands on the concrete floor to her side amongst the broken wood and shattered glass, which litter the floor all around our feet.

She takes a swipe at my face with my knife. I bend my back to avoid her slicing my face open. In the movement I drop my pole and it clatters uselessly to the floor. She swings for a second swipe and I catch her arm in my hand before she can cause any damage.

I encase the back of her neck in my left palm. I then use the grip on both her neck and her extended arm to turn us both, using the momentum to throw her onto the raised platform of my balcony. I bend my knees and spring myself up along side her. Who has the upper hand now? I look down at her for a second, cherishing the look of terror on her face. What a rush.

My hands close around her upper arms bringing her back to her feet and she grabs both of my upper arms to steady herself. Looking over the edge of the balcony and the shear drop to the sidewalk below I can’t help but wonder why she doesn’t just push me. To save me you’ve got to kill me you stupid bitch. But then I guess she knows I would have to take her with me.

I bring my attention back to her face wondering what she’s thinking only to see her bringing her gaze back from the drop at our side. She has a look on her face, closely resembling both fear and surprise. She’s reconsidering. Can’t let her think this is over. Let the slayer act B. Stop holding her in, it would be much more fun for me if you let her out to play.

I need to put some more fire in her gut so I bring my hand over her upper arm and close it around her throat. Her eyes budge out of their sockets at this movement. With my slayer strength in only a few seconds of this bone-crushing grip I could kill her. I pull a smile over my face. “I’m gonna miss this.” I almost whisper to her sparing a glance over the edge. Trying to make her assume what I’m going to do. Throwing her off would of course be a lot of fun, but I’m much more of a painful slow death girl, shame I wont have the chance to see her squirm as I test out the five types of torture. Such a shame, I was so looking forward to the ‘loud’ kind. Oh well if my life has taught me anything it’s that you have to take what you can get when you can get it.

Her arm comes into play and knocks my hand from around her throat, just as I thought it would all end. She tries her best to keep them out of harms way and somehow, something hits my stomach. I double over before I even feel the pain. Her hand still firmly enclosed around the hilt. She pulls the blade out of my body fast with a satisfied smile spread across her features.

My gaze drops down to my gut. That’s when the pain starts a sharp, stinging, hot, searing pain. It’s almost enough to make me fall. I can’t fall yet. Need to stay strong.

It takes less than a second for the severity of what she has done to sink in. Her eyes go wide as regret sets in.

I look down pulling my hands away from my wound, they are covered in blood and the deep hole in my stomach is gushing. I look back up to her terrified features flicking my hair out of the way as I do this. “Ya did it.” I whisper. Believe it or not this is the highest volume I can get to right now.

Her face drops and her eyes glaze over as if she would like to be anywhere but here. Wishing she had never came to this place to start this fight. That is one thing we will never have in common, I never regret, it does you no good. Too bad B never learnt that one.

As she’s weak right now I’m not going to give her a chance to change her mind again and stab me some more. So I pull my fist around and smash it into her face.

She lands on the floor in a daze. I look once more at the wound on my stomach. From what I can see it’s fatal. From the loss of blood alone. I look back to the blonde haired slayer on the floor and whisper “You killed me.” I step up onto the wall, which surrounds the platform.

No way am I going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me die right here, there is even less of a chance that she will be able to cure her dead lover using me. I look down at the drop again and decide I’d rather not hit that thank you very much. I see a truck about to pass the base of the building. That seems like a better idea.

Gotta keep her on the floor. But I aint moving from this spot. The best way to do that with B is to scratch a nerve. “Still wont help your boy though.” I take a gulp as not to show the pain in my voice. “Should have been there B.” Inside I smile, knowing that I will have the last laugh, I may be dead but she gets to watch the love of her life die painfully, knowing there is nothing she can do to help. Knowing that she ‘the one slayer’ the high and mighty Buffy Summers could not save him.

I look down again and the truck is nearly there. “Gotta ride.”

I don’t even look. I know it’s there. I just fall backwards off the side of the building. I cant help but enjoy the feeling of my triumph, even as the air rushes past my ears all I can think of is that look of utter remorse and regret etched into her face.

With a loud crash I hit the crates on the truck. I allow my eyes to close surrendering to my own death.