Happy To Bleed For You

AN:Okay so this continues after Chosen,SunnyDale didn't become a huge crater,Buffy didn't share her powers with the potentials,
Wood is dead (muwha!),and everyone is leaving except the original Scooby Gang,Kennedy,Buffy,Faith,Dawn,and Sammy. Time for my
ultimate evil looming threat apocolypse...but not so fast. Small chap with Sammy mostly contemplating on what to do and bit of her history and why she's so warm up to Faith.Birds of a feather right?


Thanks Crow.


On The Edge. (Spov)

You know sometimes I wonder if girls like Faith are put here on earth solely for the purpose of screwing up and then regreting
all their life...a gluton for punishment is what I call her...I should,mostly because if I'm correct Faith and I have so much
more in common than we know.

And people like Buffy are here to set us straight...to push us so close to the edge just to bring us back from the brink. Yes,I
know,why am I giving Buffy the good guy role? Because she is the good guy eventually,she's the knight in shining armor who comes
to the rescue...at least in Faith's eyes.

Faith...she reminds me so much of someone.

There was a point in my life when I couldn't give two shits about anything,I was alive and that was good enough for me. I would
stay out late,party,smoke,drink til I dropped. That was my life for six months,...and then things started getting worse. I was
skilled in the field of marshal arts so I began fighting in pits for money,it was kind of like an illegal sport,and I began doing the magic herb. And if that wasn't bad enogh I started sleeping with just about anyone that moved. Things got out of hand
for a while. My mom and dad would cry asking me why I would do all that when I had my whole life ahead of me...I was only barely
fifteen at the time.

The situation grew worse and before I knew it was the bad news that noone wanted to hear about,I was the bad kid that parents used as an example of everything you shouldn't do...I was like a felon or something in the eyes of everyone...except her...
except Andy.

Andy moved into town around the time of my sixtenth birthday,and at the time I was so lost. Depressed and just about ready to end it all,until one day out of nowhere Andy came along walking her little puppy down the road. I remember my jaw hitting the
floor when I saw her...she was so amazing. Her long black hair went all the way to her waist,and her green mysterious eyes just
about hypnotized me. I watched her from my spot against the park wall,she had tied her little boxer onto a twig and had crossed
the street to go into some store. I decided I liked the pup and wanted to get a closer look at it. As she was coming out of the
store the puppy got all excited and snapped the twig then galloped into the street. I remember the look of pure horror on her face a truck came roaring down the street just a few feet away from the puppy. I jumped into the street,snatching the puppy and rolling into a ball. I only got gimped by the truck on the shoulder,but I managed to save who I would later know as Chico.

Ever since that day Andy and I were inseperable. Before I knew it I had my act together and I was top five percent of my class
all over again. But it's like they say,good times never last. On the day of graduation I went out to buy Andy her gift,another
boxer puppy,a girl from the petstore. As I walked out of the store I saw about five cop cars and an ambulance roll down the road
in front of me. I shrugged it off and got into my GTO,putting a ribbion on the pup. However I started to get nervous as it seem-
ed that I was following the cops.

You can just imagine the total terror and shock that I felt when I pulled onto my street and saw the car of the drug dealer that
I had testified against parked on the curb of Andy's house,the cops shouting orders and such as they pinned the guy down to the
floor and cuffed him.

"I need to get inside!" I yelled at them totally forgetting everything else as the paramedics rolled out a gurney...with a wide
eyed,dead Andy. I think I passed out because the next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital.

Days later I found out that Andy was indeed killed by the dealer who had managed to escape from prison three cities over. Andy's
parents knew about us and they were devasted and they blamed me for her death...I didn't try to fight back because I blamed myself for her death as well......

I guess that's why I feel for her. I know what it feels like to have people look down on you like you're the worst thing to ever walk the earth. I know what the guilt feels like and I know what it can do to your soul...I know because I still feel it.
I guess I love Faith because I know what she feels...Do I love her?...I guess we'll find out.