The Bites of Lust
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Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
"I love Angel."
"I never wanted you, Faith."
Such a throbbing pain, Buffy's words kept coming back to Faith's mind, sinking her even more into her despair. It was a lie, she thought while downing the last sip from the whisky bottle she kept in her room. A fucking lie. She had wanted her, but she would never be able to admit it. As long as her dark fos ths there. He did not even need to suck her blood, she was already under his sway, completely subjugated by his dangerous m. Sm. She was his forever. But the rest was a fucking lie.
Faith lifted the bottle to her lips, but she noticed bitterly the bottle was as desperately empty as her own life.
"A fucking lie!" she spat throwing the empty bottle and smashing it into the wall. "You don't have the right to chuck me like that, fuck... You don't have the right..."
She clenched her fists and her eyes filled with tears, as a fit of rage seized her. She had to go out. She had to let off steam. She had stayed alone all day locked in this room to get drunk. Vainly. Alcohol seemed to reinforce the suffering while weakening her resistances.
She rose staggering, slipped into her leather jacket and left the room.
She headed for a cemetery, with the obvious will to expel her anger on the unfortunate vampires coming across her way. After a while, she felt she was being followed, but she did not care about it, lost in her thoughts, her senses numbed by alcohol. She walked between the graves, stumbling on some, then finally sat on a bench, nearly exhausted. She was hurt. She would have never thought that love could do so much harm. Now, she knew why she had protected herself all these years, why she had refused and fled all kinds of affection. But her armor had a flaw, into which a certain blonde had so easily dived. Just a look. There had been just a look and she let herself get caught, had dropped her guard and felt what love was. At last. But it was an unshared love. She should have known, she should have expected it, as long as Angel would be here, there would never be room for anyone else. And especially not for her. There had never been room for her. Anywhere.
As she was turning over her sad thoughts in her mind, she heard a rustle behind her, a presence. But she did not have the time to react. She was pulled backwards by powerful arms and held firm. She felt her wrists were chained, chains that resisted her Slayer's strength. She ceased fighting and saw a blond vampire dressed in leather approaching non nonchalantly. He stopped at three feet from her. She nearly burst out laughing when she saw his bleached hair, but she contained it wisely, waiting the the next events to unfold.
"So, here is the new Slayer! Is Buffy on holiday that she needs a substitute?"
"Buffy needs no one, asshole!"
The fortuitous double meaning of the words she had just uttered suddenly struck Faith and reminded her cruelly of the rejection she had been the victim of.
"Yuck! But it's not forbidden in the Slayer manual to drink alcohol? I wanted to see what this new Slayer looked like, and I find myself in front of a boozer who didn't even try to give a slight gesture of defence! You nearly spoiled my pleasure, you could have made an effort..."
"Fuck you, Billy Idol..." Faith answered with a flat voice.
"And moreover she's rude... My God, Slayers are no longer what they once were... What's the world coming to?..."
Faith looked around her to estimate her chances to escape: about ten vampires, armed to the teeth, surrounded them both. She could attempt nothing at the moment, chained as she was.
"Well, we haven't done the introductions yet: I'm Spike, more known and feared in the past centuries by the name of William the Bloody... And you must be Faith, a redoubtable Slayer according to what I heard... except when she drank too much apparently..."
"Sorry, I've never heard of you... If you were so important, Buffy should have talked about you, shouldn't she?"
Spike moved closer to Faith, their faces a couple of inches apart, then, pressing his cold hands on her cheeks to prevent her from moving, he kissed her on the lips.
"I love it when mey rey rebels, you can't even know how it turns me on..."
A broad satisfied smile came with Spike's words, then he waved to his henchmen who tied a blindfold around Faith's eyes and pushed her forward. Spike abruptly turned back.
"Ah, I was about to forget!"
He came closer to Faith, got a golden ribbon out of his pocket, and knotted it delicately around the Slayer's head, the loop above. He stepped back and observed his work with satisfaction.
"Dru should like you very much..."
*****
To be continued in Chapter 5
"I love Angel."
"I never wanted you, Faith."
Such a throbbing pain, Buffy's words kept coming back to Faith's mind, sinking her even more into her despair. It was a lie, she thought while downing the last sip from the whisky bottle she kept in her room. A fucking lie. She had wanted her, but she would never be able to admit it. As long as her dark fos ths there. He did not even need to suck her blood, she was already under his sway, completely subjugated by his dangerous m. Sm. She was his forever. But the rest was a fucking lie.
Faith lifted the bottle to her lips, but she noticed bitterly the bottle was as desperately empty as her own life.
"A fucking lie!" she spat throwing the empty bottle and smashing it into the wall. "You don't have the right to chuck me like that, fuck... You don't have the right..."
She clenched her fists and her eyes filled with tears, as a fit of rage seized her. She had to go out. She had to let off steam. She had stayed alone all day locked in this room to get drunk. Vainly. Alcohol seemed to reinforce the suffering while weakening her resistances.
She rose staggering, slipped into her leather jacket and left the room.
She headed for a cemetery, with the obvious will to expel her anger on the unfortunate vampires coming across her way. After a while, she felt she was being followed, but she did not care about it, lost in her thoughts, her senses numbed by alcohol. She walked between the graves, stumbling on some, then finally sat on a bench, nearly exhausted. She was hurt. She would have never thought that love could do so much harm. Now, she knew why she had protected herself all these years, why she had refused and fled all kinds of affection. But her armor had a flaw, into which a certain blonde had so easily dived. Just a look. There had been just a look and she let herself get caught, had dropped her guard and felt what love was. At last. But it was an unshared love. She should have known, she should have expected it, as long as Angel would be here, there would never be room for anyone else. And especially not for her. There had never been room for her. Anywhere.
As she was turning over her sad thoughts in her mind, she heard a rustle behind her, a presence. But she did not have the time to react. She was pulled backwards by powerful arms and held firm. She felt her wrists were chained, chains that resisted her Slayer's strength. She ceased fighting and saw a blond vampire dressed in leather approaching non nonchalantly. He stopped at three feet from her. She nearly burst out laughing when she saw his bleached hair, but she contained it wisely, waiting the the next events to unfold.
"So, here is the new Slayer! Is Buffy on holiday that she needs a substitute?"
"Buffy needs no one, asshole!"
The fortuitous double meaning of the words she had just uttered suddenly struck Faith and reminded her cruelly of the rejection she had been the victim of.
"Yuck! But it's not forbidden in the Slayer manual to drink alcohol? I wanted to see what this new Slayer looked like, and I find myself in front of a boozer who didn't even try to give a slight gesture of defence! You nearly spoiled my pleasure, you could have made an effort..."
"Fuck you, Billy Idol..." Faith answered with a flat voice.
"And moreover she's rude... My God, Slayers are no longer what they once were... What's the world coming to?..."
Faith looked around her to estimate her chances to escape: about ten vampires, armed to the teeth, surrounded them both. She could attempt nothing at the moment, chained as she was.
"Well, we haven't done the introductions yet: I'm Spike, more known and feared in the past centuries by the name of William the Bloody... And you must be Faith, a redoubtable Slayer according to what I heard... except when she drank too much apparently..."
"Sorry, I've never heard of you... If you were so important, Buffy should have talked about you, shouldn't she?"
Spike moved closer to Faith, their faces a couple of inches apart, then, pressing his cold hands on her cheeks to prevent her from moving, he kissed her on the lips.
"I love it when mey rey rebels, you can't even know how it turns me on..."
A broad satisfied smile came with Spike's words, then he waved to his henchmen who tied a blindfold around Faith's eyes and pushed her forward. Spike abruptly turned back.
"Ah, I was about to forget!"
He came closer to Faith, got a golden ribbon out of his pocket, and knotted it delicately around the Slayer's head, the loop above. He stepped back and observed his work with satisfaction.
"Dru should like you very much..."
*****
To be continued in Chapter 5