The Black Rose
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,874
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8
The Black Rose
Chapter 8
They hadn’t spoken since leaving the house for the motel, both unsure what the future held for them both. Buffy not knowing how far she could go in her quest for revenge and the truth from Faith that she knew the brunette was hiding. Faith silently ran the scenario’s through her head of the outcome, none of them boded well for her.
Faith pulled the car over in the lot close to the back of the motel rooms, “I’ll see what room number our friend’s in.” She glanced over to the motionless slayer sat in the seat next to her, before finally leaving for the reception desk round the front of the motel.
Buffy stared at the doors to the rooms, as if she could see right through the wood work to the people inside. Torn between hoping he wouldn’t be there and wanting to pound on him till she felt the release of rage she so desperately needed. Faith tapping on the window startled her.
“We good?”
“Yeah he’s in twelve.” Faith pointed to the room at the end of the row.
“Anyone in eleven?” Buffy got out of the car.
“No. Only two guests, him and a family in two.”
“Good.” Buffy grabbed the holdall from the back seat. “Lets see what number twelve has to say for himself.”
Faith watched as the slayer slowly walked across the parking lot, sensing Buffy opening herself up to the dark rage inside. Faith knew all to well what that all consuming rage felt like, and how Buffy would feel if she let the beast out of it’s cage. Faith remembered the day she gave into the darkness, many years ago after the death of her parents, the master had taken her in as his own. Taught her how to survive, and how the darkness inside gave you the power to have whatever your hearts desire. The ache in her chest drew her back to reality and to the blonde form stood not fifty yards away waiting for her.
Buffy kicked in the motel door “Anyone home?” She quickly crossed the room, dragging the sleeping man from the bed, and threw him into the wooden chair. Gagging him and tying him securely with rope from the bag before he was fully awake. “Faith. Close the door.”
Faith stood in the open doorway, watching the power course through the slayer. Her own conscience telling her this is what she had wanted all along, yet it ached her heart to know that she was the one to cause the slayers decent into hell.
Buffy walked slowly around the stranger, her hand gently touching his shoulder “So this is what’s going to happen. I'm going to ask you some questions and you’re going to tell me everything I want to know.” She stopped directly in front of him, leaning down slightly and looking him in the eyes “And if I don’t get my answers, believe me when I tell you I *will* cause you pain.” The man tried to move in protest, mumbling something through the gag. Buffy stood up, looking around the room till she found what she wanted.
She turned on the radio, smirking as Stuck in the Middle with you by Steelers Wheel blasted out. “Mmm. Appropriate.” She returned to standing in front of the stranger “Now I'm going to take the gag off, the first words from your mouth better be the name of the guy you work for.”
“Fuck you bitch.”
Buffy punched him hard in the face “That’s not what I wanted to hear.”
“Fuck.” The guy spat blood and a tooth to the floor “I don’t know what you want.”
“The name of the vamp you work for.”
“What?”
“I want the name of the vampire gang that you work for, and don’t lie.” She tugged his sleeve up his arm “The brand on your arm, that’s from the gang you run for, I want to know his name and where I can find him.”
“I'm not telling you shit.”
Buffy punched him again, this time the chair rocked back and fell smacking the strangers head on the floor, knocking him unconscious. “Fuck. Faith get me some cold water.” Buffy repositioned the chair upright. “Faith?”
Faith stepped from the shadows of the room “B lets just go.”
Buffy turned almost snarling to Faith “Get me some water or get out.”
“He doesn’t know anything B, lets get outta here. Before it's to late.”
“Too late? Too late for what Faith?”
“You’re losing it B, this isn’t you. You’re the good guy not Mr fucking Blonde.”
Buffy turned back to the unconscious man in the chair “Look at him and tell me I'm wrong, tell me he isn’t just as bad as the person responsible for killing Alex.”
Faith could see Buffy was already to far gone to be reasonable, so she hoped for his sake he talked and quickly.
Buffy took the water and threw it in his face “Wakey, wakey.” She smirked as he coughed and spluttered the mix of water and blood out onto the carpet. “You ready to talk?”
“Fuck you bitch, when my master hears of this your dead fucking meat.”
Buffy grinned as she walked over to the holdall, plucking out a pair of pliers and a hunting knife “You really think your worthless ass would have him come looking for me. Tut tut tut. I guess I better make sure he knows exactly what I'm capable of.”
Buffy tortured him for the next two hours, every time he passed out from the pain she would revive him. The tiredness now began to show in her voice “Why?”
The guy sobbed in agony “She was just a job, a nobody we were told to rough up.”
A new rage filled her “A job.” She grabbed his hand and crushed his already broken fingers. He screamed in pain “You feel that, that’s not half of the pain I feel everyday without her.” She punched him with every ounce of strength she could find, knocking him out. Then collapsed onto the bed “Faith?”
Faith knelt down beside her. Buffy looked to the bloodied swollen mess that now vaguely resembled a man, then to Faith “Oh god Faith. What have I done?” Even in the darkness of the room Faith could see the rage had gone from the blondes eyes, leaving an empty hollow shell that might never recover from the events that had taken place at her hand. Taking her gently, Faith led Buffy out to the car “Wait here, I’ll go clean up.”
The man was awake and screaming for help, Faith closed the door, picking the knife up from the floor she cut his throat. Untying him she threw the corpse onto the bed and doused him in gasoline, a final check of the room as she threw a match onto him and left.
TBC…
Jx
Chapter 8
They hadn’t spoken since leaving the house for the motel, both unsure what the future held for them both. Buffy not knowing how far she could go in her quest for revenge and the truth from Faith that she knew the brunette was hiding. Faith silently ran the scenario’s through her head of the outcome, none of them boded well for her.
Faith pulled the car over in the lot close to the back of the motel rooms, “I’ll see what room number our friend’s in.” She glanced over to the motionless slayer sat in the seat next to her, before finally leaving for the reception desk round the front of the motel.
Buffy stared at the doors to the rooms, as if she could see right through the wood work to the people inside. Torn between hoping he wouldn’t be there and wanting to pound on him till she felt the release of rage she so desperately needed. Faith tapping on the window startled her.
“We good?”
“Yeah he’s in twelve.” Faith pointed to the room at the end of the row.
“Anyone in eleven?” Buffy got out of the car.
“No. Only two guests, him and a family in two.”
“Good.” Buffy grabbed the holdall from the back seat. “Lets see what number twelve has to say for himself.”
Faith watched as the slayer slowly walked across the parking lot, sensing Buffy opening herself up to the dark rage inside. Faith knew all to well what that all consuming rage felt like, and how Buffy would feel if she let the beast out of it’s cage. Faith remembered the day she gave into the darkness, many years ago after the death of her parents, the master had taken her in as his own. Taught her how to survive, and how the darkness inside gave you the power to have whatever your hearts desire. The ache in her chest drew her back to reality and to the blonde form stood not fifty yards away waiting for her.
Buffy kicked in the motel door “Anyone home?” She quickly crossed the room, dragging the sleeping man from the bed, and threw him into the wooden chair. Gagging him and tying him securely with rope from the bag before he was fully awake. “Faith. Close the door.”
Faith stood in the open doorway, watching the power course through the slayer. Her own conscience telling her this is what she had wanted all along, yet it ached her heart to know that she was the one to cause the slayers decent into hell.
Buffy walked slowly around the stranger, her hand gently touching his shoulder “So this is what’s going to happen. I'm going to ask you some questions and you’re going to tell me everything I want to know.” She stopped directly in front of him, leaning down slightly and looking him in the eyes “And if I don’t get my answers, believe me when I tell you I *will* cause you pain.” The man tried to move in protest, mumbling something through the gag. Buffy stood up, looking around the room till she found what she wanted.
She turned on the radio, smirking as Stuck in the Middle with you by Steelers Wheel blasted out. “Mmm. Appropriate.” She returned to standing in front of the stranger “Now I'm going to take the gag off, the first words from your mouth better be the name of the guy you work for.”
“Fuck you bitch.”
Buffy punched him hard in the face “That’s not what I wanted to hear.”
“Fuck.” The guy spat blood and a tooth to the floor “I don’t know what you want.”
“The name of the vamp you work for.”
“What?”
“I want the name of the vampire gang that you work for, and don’t lie.” She tugged his sleeve up his arm “The brand on your arm, that’s from the gang you run for, I want to know his name and where I can find him.”
“I'm not telling you shit.”
Buffy punched him again, this time the chair rocked back and fell smacking the strangers head on the floor, knocking him unconscious. “Fuck. Faith get me some cold water.” Buffy repositioned the chair upright. “Faith?”
Faith stepped from the shadows of the room “B lets just go.”
Buffy turned almost snarling to Faith “Get me some water or get out.”
“He doesn’t know anything B, lets get outta here. Before it's to late.”
“Too late? Too late for what Faith?”
“You’re losing it B, this isn’t you. You’re the good guy not Mr fucking Blonde.”
Buffy turned back to the unconscious man in the chair “Look at him and tell me I'm wrong, tell me he isn’t just as bad as the person responsible for killing Alex.”
Faith could see Buffy was already to far gone to be reasonable, so she hoped for his sake he talked and quickly.
Buffy took the water and threw it in his face “Wakey, wakey.” She smirked as he coughed and spluttered the mix of water and blood out onto the carpet. “You ready to talk?”
“Fuck you bitch, when my master hears of this your dead fucking meat.”
Buffy grinned as she walked over to the holdall, plucking out a pair of pliers and a hunting knife “You really think your worthless ass would have him come looking for me. Tut tut tut. I guess I better make sure he knows exactly what I'm capable of.”
Buffy tortured him for the next two hours, every time he passed out from the pain she would revive him. The tiredness now began to show in her voice “Why?”
The guy sobbed in agony “She was just a job, a nobody we were told to rough up.”
A new rage filled her “A job.” She grabbed his hand and crushed his already broken fingers. He screamed in pain “You feel that, that’s not half of the pain I feel everyday without her.” She punched him with every ounce of strength she could find, knocking him out. Then collapsed onto the bed “Faith?”
Faith knelt down beside her. Buffy looked to the bloodied swollen mess that now vaguely resembled a man, then to Faith “Oh god Faith. What have I done?” Even in the darkness of the room Faith could see the rage had gone from the blondes eyes, leaving an empty hollow shell that might never recover from the events that had taken place at her hand. Taking her gently, Faith led Buffy out to the car “Wait here, I’ll go clean up.”
The man was awake and screaming for help, Faith closed the door, picking the knife up from the floor she cut his throat. Untying him she threw the corpse onto the bed and doused him in gasoline, a final check of the room as she threw a match onto him and left.
TBC…
Jx