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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
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8,511
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45
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Dead Patrol
Wow, I feel so loved. *waves at the reviewers*. Hoped you liked the updating in LOG Lele Angel. Dug up the disk i had them saved to for ya.
Here’s the next chap. I think I’m starting to get back into the swing of writing again.
Obligatory disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, it’s world, or any such thing within. I just twist it around for my own amusement, and hopefully the amusement of others. I gain no monetary or other valued compensation for it, at least aside from the occasional ego stroke from a fan. Please don’t sue.
~
Faith looked around at the dark, dank alleyway. Construction stuff littered it, and one of the street lights dimmed as if it were ready to give out soon. Hadn’t they already passed that broken crate? Buffy better not be fuckin lost… it was her town after all. “Yo B, ain’t we been through here already?”
“Funny thing about vampires, Faith, they’ll hit a street even after you’ve been there. It’s almost as if they have no manners.” Buffy answered sarcastically, twisting her stake around and looking desperately for some kind of demonic distraction.
Faith rolled her eyes in response. Major bitch-fest going on there. What the hell, maybe she shouldn’t even say anything. Fuck, she still didn’t really know if it was all true. The mere thought made the necklace burn and throb around her neck, and she looked down, expecting to see a glowing red around it. The pendant, however, looked as lifeless as ever. “Fuck it.” She grumbled, stomping up and grabbing Buffy’s arm. “Hey! B, I don’t really know what the fuck is wrong with you, but I told you I wann’ed’a talk to ya about somethin.”
Buffy glowered at her before wrenching her arm away. “Fine, what?”
“Listen… um…” Faith scowled and looked away, reaching back and scratching her neck, trying to force the words out. It was so difficult to talk about, and Buffy wasn’t making things easier. “I… She’s not at a retreat, okay?”
“What?”
Faith growled, scowling at Buffy. “She’s not at some retreat off in England, safe and fucking sound with a bunch of tweed-encased Brits, okay! She’s fucking dead and he fucking killed her!”
Buffy was staring at her in shock and confusion for a moment before the words finally worked their way into the blonde’s head. “Your… watcher? What?” Faith held back a wash of tears and growled, getting aggressive in place of grieving.
“I…” She growled, ready to start in on Buffy for being so bitchy, but noticed something else and pushed the older girl aside harshly, shocking the blonde. At first, Buffy thought that Faith was just running off after springing that on her, but she realized that the brunette was barreling head-first into a group of vampires.
Rolling her eyes that, of course, the first bit of action for the night would have to happen now. Growling herself, Buffy jumped into the fray. It was certainly a bit of a fight, they seemed to be ganging up on her more than Faith, but then again she was the Slayer that was known around here. They might not thing Faith would be that difficult of a challenge. Several close calls later, and many a bruise, and possible sore rib later, the vampires were all but dust in the wind, and she looked to see how her oh-so-wonderful sister Slayer was doing. Faith was busy wailing on a vampire several yards away, torn shirt still managing to cover her as she screamed at him and beat his now unconscious face beyond recognition even as a vampire.
Faith stumbled as she was pulled off of the vampire and he turned to dust. Turning to lay one into the person responsible for throwing her off, she stopped just short of actually hitting Buffy. “What the fuck, B!”
“What the fuck yourself.” Buffy growled. “What did you think you were doing?!”
“Kicking some vampire ass, what else?” Faith growled, turning and folding her arms. Her stance was angry and defensive, and Buffy had to struggle to keep herself from slapping her.
“Sounded to me like you were screaming at him for someone named Kissing Toast…” She frowns then, looking confused. “Or did you say taquitos? Why were you yelling about Mexican food?”
Faith, for the most part, is thrown off by Buffy’s ultimate blonde moment and turns to stare at her incredulously.
~
Buffy looked over at Faith as they sat on the pile of four-by-fours and watched what had once been vampire dust blow away with the night wind. “Kakistos. He… He killed her… he… there’s no word to describe what he did to her.” The blonde is just quiet as Faith shudders, reliving the moment temporarily. “I… I hurt him… and I ran. I… I just ran… I had to get away. I found myself here after a while. I just ran.”
“I…” Buffy faded off, unsure of what to say. She barely knew the girl at all. Looking off into the distance. “I lost a Watcher too. A long time ago.” Buffy let out a breath. “It’s okay Faith. You’re here now.”
“He’s here B. I…” Faith broke off before she spilled out what had happened that night at the Bronze, when they’d almost met for the first time. “I just know he’s here. He’s gonna come after me.”
Buffy sat quietly for several minutes, which gave a now panicking Faith no comfort. Any moment she'd bolt up and run to pack up all of her stuff. Maybe she could get out and away before he found her.
"Don't worry Faith. We'll take care of him." Turning to look at the darker Slayer, Buffy leveled a strange, determined gaze on her. "We're the Chosen Two, after all."
TBC
Here’s the next chap. I think I’m starting to get back into the swing of writing again.
Obligatory disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, it’s world, or any such thing within. I just twist it around for my own amusement, and hopefully the amusement of others. I gain no monetary or other valued compensation for it, at least aside from the occasional ego stroke from a fan. Please don’t sue.
~
Faith looked around at the dark, dank alleyway. Construction stuff littered it, and one of the street lights dimmed as if it were ready to give out soon. Hadn’t they already passed that broken crate? Buffy better not be fuckin lost… it was her town after all. “Yo B, ain’t we been through here already?”
“Funny thing about vampires, Faith, they’ll hit a street even after you’ve been there. It’s almost as if they have no manners.” Buffy answered sarcastically, twisting her stake around and looking desperately for some kind of demonic distraction.
Faith rolled her eyes in response. Major bitch-fest going on there. What the hell, maybe she shouldn’t even say anything. Fuck, she still didn’t really know if it was all true. The mere thought made the necklace burn and throb around her neck, and she looked down, expecting to see a glowing red around it. The pendant, however, looked as lifeless as ever. “Fuck it.” She grumbled, stomping up and grabbing Buffy’s arm. “Hey! B, I don’t really know what the fuck is wrong with you, but I told you I wann’ed’a talk to ya about somethin.”
Buffy glowered at her before wrenching her arm away. “Fine, what?”
“Listen… um…” Faith scowled and looked away, reaching back and scratching her neck, trying to force the words out. It was so difficult to talk about, and Buffy wasn’t making things easier. “I… She’s not at a retreat, okay?”
“What?”
Faith growled, scowling at Buffy. “She’s not at some retreat off in England, safe and fucking sound with a bunch of tweed-encased Brits, okay! She’s fucking dead and he fucking killed her!”
Buffy was staring at her in shock and confusion for a moment before the words finally worked their way into the blonde’s head. “Your… watcher? What?” Faith held back a wash of tears and growled, getting aggressive in place of grieving.
“I…” She growled, ready to start in on Buffy for being so bitchy, but noticed something else and pushed the older girl aside harshly, shocking the blonde. At first, Buffy thought that Faith was just running off after springing that on her, but she realized that the brunette was barreling head-first into a group of vampires.
Rolling her eyes that, of course, the first bit of action for the night would have to happen now. Growling herself, Buffy jumped into the fray. It was certainly a bit of a fight, they seemed to be ganging up on her more than Faith, but then again she was the Slayer that was known around here. They might not thing Faith would be that difficult of a challenge. Several close calls later, and many a bruise, and possible sore rib later, the vampires were all but dust in the wind, and she looked to see how her oh-so-wonderful sister Slayer was doing. Faith was busy wailing on a vampire several yards away, torn shirt still managing to cover her as she screamed at him and beat his now unconscious face beyond recognition even as a vampire.
Faith stumbled as she was pulled off of the vampire and he turned to dust. Turning to lay one into the person responsible for throwing her off, she stopped just short of actually hitting Buffy. “What the fuck, B!”
“What the fuck yourself.” Buffy growled. “What did you think you were doing?!”
“Kicking some vampire ass, what else?” Faith growled, turning and folding her arms. Her stance was angry and defensive, and Buffy had to struggle to keep herself from slapping her.
“Sounded to me like you were screaming at him for someone named Kissing Toast…” She frowns then, looking confused. “Or did you say taquitos? Why were you yelling about Mexican food?”
Faith, for the most part, is thrown off by Buffy’s ultimate blonde moment and turns to stare at her incredulously.
~
Buffy looked over at Faith as they sat on the pile of four-by-fours and watched what had once been vampire dust blow away with the night wind. “Kakistos. He… He killed her… he… there’s no word to describe what he did to her.” The blonde is just quiet as Faith shudders, reliving the moment temporarily. “I… I hurt him… and I ran. I… I just ran… I had to get away. I found myself here after a while. I just ran.”
“I…” Buffy faded off, unsure of what to say. She barely knew the girl at all. Looking off into the distance. “I lost a Watcher too. A long time ago.” Buffy let out a breath. “It’s okay Faith. You’re here now.”
“He’s here B. I…” Faith broke off before she spilled out what had happened that night at the Bronze, when they’d almost met for the first time. “I just know he’s here. He’s gonna come after me.”
Buffy sat quietly for several minutes, which gave a now panicking Faith no comfort. Any moment she'd bolt up and run to pack up all of her stuff. Maybe she could get out and away before he found her.
"Don't worry Faith. We'll take care of him." Turning to look at the darker Slayer, Buffy leveled a strange, determined gaze on her. "We're the Chosen Two, after all."
TBC