Kathy's Revenge

Chapter 9
Willows POV

I am lying in bed and not doing a very good job at the sleeping part. I open my eyes and stare at the walls, it’s starting to get light outside again. Damn night time is never long enough. Stoopid none sleeping, so bored. I get out of bed and shove on my pink fluffy bunny slippers, slip on my dressing gown and walk downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe a nice glass of warm milk will make me sleep?

I sit down at the counter with my hot milk and sit with my elbows resting on the counter. It is silent except from the whirring on the fridge in the corner. I sip my milk, it is still too hot. I jolt upright as I hear a thud from below me. I sit as still as a statue thinking that something scary is down there… that is until I hear the tell tale grunts that is Faith going full throttle at a punch bag in the basement.

As I walk down the stairs with two hot milks I see Faith standing by the punch bag gasping for breath. By the look of the punch bag Faith has really laid into it since all the beads from inside are all over the floor making it look like it has been snowing. She looks up at me give me her ‘I didn’t do it and if I did then it was an accident’ look. The sweat from her exertion has made her hair stick to her forehead and neck and her already tight tank to her heaving bosom.

A drop of sweat drops down from off her chin and falls to her chest and then trickles down her cleavage. Lucky bead of sweat wish I could… What am I thinking? This is Faith. Down Willow. No thinking about ripping off the slayer’s tank top and… Stop it right now. Girlfriend, remember?

I walk down the remaining stairs and hand her the warm glass. She takes a healthy swig and sits down on the floor. I clear a space and sit a few feet in front of her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asks just after draining the rest of the milk out of the glass and placing it down on the floor on her right side. She sits back leaning on her hands.

“You too?” I ask sloshing the milk around in the glass.

“B really has a lot to answer for with this breakdown shit.” She mutters, I’m not sure if I was meant to hear it but I reply anyway.

“I guess, I mean I know she isn’t doing it on purpose but still… I guess we’re all just worried about her.”

“Yeah, I suppose this is a good time to have it since we don’t have to save the world right now… it just seems like a stupid time to have it, now that we’re in the clear and everything” Faith replies eyeing her shoes.

“So, what did the bag do to you to make you gut it?” I say looking around at the innards on the floor.

She smiles at my question. “I was just a little worked up over all this shit you know? I guess it’s my way of dealing… I have to say it’s a damn site better than how B is goin’ about it.”

“Yeah, I guess, as long as you don’t go all psycho on us again.” I say smiling.

She smirks at me. We sit in silence for a while until she looks up and asks; “So how’s Ken? I haven’t seen her around for a while, seems to be hiding from me.”

I sit and don’t say anything, what can I say? It’s Faith, not exactly the person you divulge your secrets to. Have sexual fantasies about maybe… Down! Bad Willow.
She looks at me with a question in her eyes. I manage a weak smile and I think she gets it.

“What has she done then? Or what have you done? Not been messing with the dark magic again have we Willow? You know the veins and black hair does nothing for your complexion.” She says again with a smirk on her face.

“You do realise if I had have gone back then you would have been my first victim right?” I ask smiling sweetly. Why the hell do I always have to bite back at her sarcastic comments? And why does it feel so much like flirting when I do?

“Wow down girl. Don’t’ shoot the messenger. So I’m going to assume she did something wrong?” How does she know these things about me? I mean in Buffys body she knew I was with Tara. Now she knows that Ken’s done something wrong? She may be more insightful than any of us give her credit for.

“Well…” now that I’m about to tell her it feels almost stupid. “She hasn’t really done anything in the strictest sense. It just doesn’t feel right.” See what I mean. It seamed bigger in my head. “Like she’s not being entirely truthful about something.”

“And you have no idea what she isn’t being truthful about?” She asks looking serious.

“No, I mean for all I know it could be some sort of surprise for me you know? I mean its not my birthday soon or anything… I just… I have a really bad feeling about it and I don’t know why. I guess that’s another reason I’m not in bed… can’t seem to stop thinking about it long enough to fall to sleep.”

“I ‘spose I wouldn’t want to stay in bed with her if she was lying to me either.” She replies, like I said, she can get right into my head.

Faith gets up off the floor and stretches. She holds her hand out so I can get up too. “Want some food?” she asks pulling me up.

I giggle slightly, she gives me a raised eyebrow as if to say ‘What?’… “What you mean is would I make you some food.” I say

“We all know that my culinary skills don’t go past ordering take out or making hot pockets, and since its like what?…” she looks down at her watch. “…3am there is no take out and we’re all out of hot pockets, Andrew had the last one.”

“Well he did buy them and put his name on them, I think he’s allowed.”

“He couldn’t have just saved one for me? Nope slayer don’t get none.” She says leading the way up the stairs to the kitchen.

Faith hops up on the counter and bites the nail on her index finger. Meanwhile I look through the fully stocked fridge.

“Good job we went to the store today, don’t think that you would have liked a meal of pigs blood and baking soda.” I say picking up eggs, milk and cheese. “Omelettes?”