Arf Arf, Psycho

Pro: Unresolved.





"I just can't believe it." Buffy paces about restlessly, her boots thuding agaisnt the wooden floor of her bedroom.

+Willow stands off to the side quietly, gauging her friend's reactions. Is it really all that surprising that the mention of the other slayer possibly making a return has her brest friend's feathers ruffed up?

+"So what are you going to do?"

+Willow hugs herself, eyes darting back and forth between Buffy's intense stare and her girlfriend's questioning chocolate brown eyes. "I have to go help them." She returns her focus back on the pouting slayer.

+A few hours ago Fred called from Angel Investigation, Angelus was released to help stop The Beast and now he had Faith trapped in his past. The vampire needed to be insouled before the effects of the drug wore off.

+At first Willow had been surprised, a few seconds later she understood. She had been the only living person to replace Angel's soul, she could do it again. The problem wasn't so much Angelus as it was Faith. According to Fred, the rogue slayer had escaped from prison to help Angel, and she was suffering the deadly effects of a magical drug.

+Buffy sighs flopping down on her bed, absently tugging at Mr. Gordo's ears. Her issuses with Faith, or to be more accurate, Faith's issuses with her, were not exactly solved the last time she and the younger slayer met. In fact, Buffy was sure even more conflict had arisen between them. To have her out and about, well, it didn't exactly give her warm fuzzy feeling insides. And to top it all off, The First was still working to destroy her girls. It was just one problem on top of another.

+"You better get going then Willow. The sooner you leave, the sooner you can get back. We really need you here."

+The redhead wicca nods her consent, searching Kennedy's eyes for approval.

+The burnette potential gives a curt nod of her head, leaving the room.

+"Well, I should probably get going."

+"You probably should." Buffy agrees, eyes closed, arms spread at her sides.

+"What do you want me to do about Faith?" The wicca inquires. Buffy told her to go help Angel, she wasn't so specific on action details where the dark haired twisted sister was concerned.

+"Just make sure she doesn't end up here. I have my hands full with The First, I don't need her here right now." Her voice is monotone, painfully even.

+Willow reaches over to the night stand, retrieving her bag. "You know, maybe she might be able to help," she shruggs innocently, "you never know."

+"Lets hope I don't."

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+(Fpov)

+God. Am I tired. I can't believe all the crap that's going down.

+Today I was almost dead, again. I gotta say, after this, I could last a good long while without another of Angel's welcoming parties. And hold whoa and behold Red showed up and saved the day. She managed to replace Angel's soul back into his body, and Angelus' cocky ass won't be seen for a good while. I least I hope not, I don't think I can take another round with him.

+So Willow explained to me that Sunnydale is right about to combust in on itself. I really don't want to know about SunnyD right now. I'm more concerned with saving my own skin right now.

+But hey, trusy good ol Angel to talk me into signing up for a good old fashioned suicide trip. So here I am, sitting in the car with Willow, on our way to Sunnydale.

+The trip's been extremely boring so far, neither of us is willing to make small talk with each other. I've only spoken to Red once so far, and it was to ask for a little grub. She gave me this weird ass granola type thing, said she made it herself. I was pretty wary of it at first, but hey, a slayer needs to munch so I took down quite well after the first few bites.

+There's a downside to it though. I find myself struggling to keep awake. My head constantly lulls to the side, and I'm blinking madly just to see the time on the watch.

+From beside me Red starts talking, saying something I don't understand, it almost sounds like she's chanting. There's a weird shift in my stomach, like some is bending it over itself, and my head snaps to the side, accidently knocking into the window and shattering it.

+"What the hell?" I groan. my entire body feels like is being ripped apart from the inside. The car stops and I waste no time in ripping the safety belt off and stumbling out, clutching my stomach, falling into the road. I roll over on my side, there's a sign, the only that reads 'Now Entering Sunnydale.'

+The trunk slams shut, I see Red walk up beside me and drop my bag onto the road, a sad little frown on her lips.

+"Red, what the hell?" I ask her, feeling sweat roll off my face, it's not a sensation anymore, it's fucking pain, and she's causing it. Damn it. I'm ganna kill Angel if I get out of this one.

+Willow kneels beside me, taking a moment to tuck away a few strands of hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry Faith. It's just, Buffy doesn't want you here right now. You can understand right? Don't worry, I know it hurts, but I had to neutralize you, you'll be relocated back to the hotel in L.A. Tell Angel I said sorry."

+She stands up tall, giving me one last look before jumping into the car and pulling away.

+Fucking a man. I can't believe this shit. Oh they are so ganna hear from my lawyer. What the hell is her problem? Leaving me out here with those damned bringer things running around all over Sunnydale looking to off me?

+Suddenly the hair on the back of my neck rises, I just had to say it didn't I? I stay completely still, against my will for it seems I can't do anything else. Something fuzzy nudges my arm, and then, to make matters oh so perfect, the nudge is follwed by a deep, echoing howl.