Hell is around the corner

[prodigal_slayer]

Why are you running away, Killer? You're stronger than he is. Why do you let him push you around like that, huh? Is it because deep down you still just want someone to beat the bad out of you? Well guess what, Cupcake. Now you're living inside the bad thing."Shut up!" I hissed out angrily as I rounded the corner of the top steps and suddenly

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[weloveyouangel]

I had left Wesley's office and headed straight for the kitchen and I kept on sensing something, but I just forgot about it, cause soon it was gone. Right now, I had more important things to worry about. Food. And the fact that we barely had any. Well, I could improvise, I mean, I do that alot anyway, with fighting and ... other things that I do, which isn't much. But now? I could do those things and I want to do them, but I know that I can't. I'm not going to do that to Faith ... it is her body and not mine. And what a nice body it is.

After I made myself a sandwich, I started to walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I was getting a stomach ache and my head was feeling dizzy. I haven't felt like this since ... since ... wow, my little sisters birthday when she turned three. And ... I'm not going to think about that now. I left Wesley downstairs to look at the books, try to find a way to make us change back. As much as I love being human and alive ... well, I'd rather have it in my own body. Then I could see some Slayer that's not here right now. But that's not going to happen because I'm Angel and I have crappy luck.

Pushing the door open, I sat down on the bed and put the sandwich on my lap before turning on the tv. News. News is good. Sitting back on the bed, I took one bite of my sandwich before my eyes started closing to their own accord and eventually? I was asleep.

Few hours later, I felt a pounding in my head and rolled over but stopped myself before I rolled over on my sandwich. "Gross," I muttered and again for the tenth million time, pulled my hair back. I need to find a pony tale or something cause this? Was driving me crazy. Sitting up, I almost fell out of the bed, but I caught myself before standing up and looking at the tv. Static. Pushing the off button on the tv, I gave myself a looking at in the mirror before walking out of the room.

Might as well see what Wes has come up with. But, no, there was Faith. Coming up the stairs and ...

"What is on my jacket?!" I asked and walked over, pushing my hair back as I looked at her. Him. Me, whatever. "That is a ... very expensive jacket. Not to mention my favorite. Where the hell were you?!"

[prodigal_slayer]

An amused smirk twitched at the corner of my mouth as Soul Boy started losin' his shit over the yuck on his jacket. What the fuck did he care anyways? Dude was worse than a girl. Looked through his closet and couldn't stop snickering cause damn. Boy had issues. Now I could see why Wes liked him so much. Wondered which one 'em was the bitch....used to think it was Wes. Now I wasn't so sure. Oh well, not my business.

"It's demon guts." I said with a raised eyebrow, still havin' a hard time lookin' at myself like that. Cause it was me, only it wasn't me. And it was all kinds of freaking me out cause...I could smell my own blood and it was makin' me all kinds of hungry. Right. Focus. The jacket. "I went out. Got into a fight. Decided to skip the shower."

I grinned down at him, amazed at...well, amazed at how different the world looked when you were a really tall vampire starin' down at yourself. Or me. What I must look like to him. I liked what I saw, but I hated it all at the same time. Kinda reminding me of a tmie not all that long ago when I'd taken B's skin for a test drive. Buffy was different. She was just like me from a biological standpoint. We had the same strengths, were around the same size and we were both slayers. This? Totally different.

"What have you been doin'? Or do I not even wanna know?"

He looked tired. Like he'd either been doin' more drugs or napping. That was the best thing he could think to do while we were swapped around like this? Nap? Fuck. There was a world of possibilities when you were as hot as me and he was stickin' around the hotel? Well, I guess I did the same thing when I was in that body.

[weloveyouangel]

Demon guts? Wonderful, that wasn't coming out. "Take it off," I said and helped her with it before laying it on a bed. Maybe I could do something with it, that was my best jacket and I was sure I wasn't getting another one like that anytime soon. Running a hand through my hair, I looked at her when she asked what I was doing. Nothing. Absoulutely nothing.

"Eating and sleeping, I figure I could catch up on it," I said and looked back at the jacket before ruling out that it wasn't going to be fixable. Grabbing it, I tossed it in the trash and sat down on the bed. Things looked really different and I noticed how much I had changed. I remember slightly of what I looked like before ... and well, when I turned human, I knew what I looked like and if someone took pictures, but this? It's been awhile and well, some things were different, but they were things that I wouldn't admit to.

Rubbing my belly, or ... her belly, I looked up at her again.

"Don't go back out, just stay here until he figures something out. I'd rather have my body in one piece and not dust particles," I told her and gave her a look before leaning back on the bed.

[prodigal_slayer]

What was up with Mr. Grabby Hands? Did he think cause he was wearin' my body he could just get all touchy feely? Well, I guess this was his body. He could touch it if he wanted to. Just like I could touch mine that he was carrying around. If I wanted to. If we were to.....would that be masterbation? I was confused. And why was he throwin' the jacket out? Just had a couple demon guts on it. Coulda gotten it dry cleaned or something. Maybe he was all cranky hangin' out in a slayer's body. Well, he was all cooped up.

"You can't be serious." I glowered down at him when he told me to stay put. Who died and made him boss? Well, I guess he did technically. Whatever. He couldn't just tell me to cool my jets in this hotel. Just cause that was all he'd been doin' since Connor died didn't mean I wanted to do that too. If he wanted to keep an eye on his body he'd just have to come out with me. "Dude, I am not hangin' 'round this hotel bored outta my mind while the pissed off British guy looks for our miracle cure."

He glared back up at me and I caught that dark gaze again. My eyes. Damn, I was pretty and apparently Angel's anatomy thought so too because I was at the perfect height to see down that sheer little tank top. My pants felt tighter and I cleared my throat before shifting awkwardly on my feet. This was uncomfortable.

Making a face I reached down and readjusted his balls. My balls. Whatever! "How do you live with one of these things, man? They're wicked uncomfortable."

He gave me a disapproving look before sittin' back down on the bed and turnin' back to the TV. What the fuck.

"You can't tell me you're not curious. Like you haven't gone and taken a bath or something just to test out the parts." I smirked down at him as he slowly turned his gaze back up to meet mine.

[weloveyouangel]

What the hell was she doing? Touching me ... her, whatever. I was tired of this and I wanted my body back and if she thought she was going out of this hotel, she had another thing coming. I wasn't letting her and I didn't feel like going out either. That was my body she was in and I'd keep an eye on her if I felt like it and right now? I felt like it.

Glancing up at her slowly, I just listened to her. She did have a point and yeah, so I touched her breasts and when I had to ... pee I had to touch other things but it's not the same. I'm not sticking my hand down my pants to test out the parts, but I have a feeling she had. I should have known. This is Faith we're talking about.

Pulling her ... me down on the bed, I looked at her. "Stay. You're not going anywhere and I'll stop you if you try to. Come on, Faith that is my body and ..." I trailed off when she raised her eyebrow at me. Wait, that's my look, that's me. I shook my head and looked back at the tv. It would be ...interesting to see just how it all felt, but I wasn't going to do that. I mean, I have a soul -- she does too but hers ... is mine and wait, no. Do I have my soul? I must. Which means there could be an evil Faith on the loose, but that couldn't happen could it? I mean, I don't love her. Not like that.

"Let's just wait until Wes finds something, I'm sure he will and then everything will be back to normal."

Normal? Nothing is ever normal here. "And stopping touching me. Er, you."

[prodigal_slayer]

Suddenly I was bein' pulled down to the bed and not in the kinda way I wanted to be pulled onto a bed either. I'd forgotten my own strength, slayer grip on my arm. It was easy to forget when you were this big and this strong that something so little could be just as strong. I glanced over my own form appreciatively as he turned back to the TV. Did he have to be such a boring stick in the mud?

"We'll just wait til the guy who's wicked pissed at us by the way, comes up with some miracle cure. C'mon Angel!" I exclaimed lettin' my hand drift towards his thigh before he slapped my hand away.

"Ow!" I exclaimed with a pout lookin' at the bright red angry mark he'd just made on my hand. His hand. WHATEVER!

"I can touch myself if I want to and you can't really stop me if I wanna leave. Bet I can kick your ass. Well, my ass. Whatever. Betcha I can. But I'd rather be doin' other things." One hand tentatively reached out and ran through long strands of dark hair.

"I know you're curious." I said in a low dark voice, inching closer to him. That was my body! I could touch it if I wanted to.

[weloveyouangel]

"He's not ... that mad anymore ..." I trailed off. I didn't think anyway. We had our talk, things were somewhat settled weren't they? I hoped so. It was just hard to talk to him seriously when I was in someone else's body. Then again, it was hard to talk to anyone. Period. Glancing at her as she kept on coming closer and closer, I backed up and gave her a serious look.

Was she coming on to me? I think she was ... he was. I hated that. That was my body and now she's touching me and I sighed, closing my eyes and grabbing her arm. "Stop," I said and took her hand away before standing up.

"We can't lose sight of what's going on just because we are curious. I mean ..." I gave her a once over and then continued. "Do you realize what you're doing? You're ... " I trailed off, licking my lips befor turning away and walking toward the window. We had to focus. Even if it was tempting. I mean, right now? I would just want Wes to come up here and tell us that he found a way, then I wouldn't have to be in this situation because I am curious and I want to know ... well, what it would feel like. Besides, it is just for ... a one time thing, I mean, who ever gets this opportunity? Well, besides Faith that is.

And me. But that was different, the guy was old and I was stuck in a home. That wasn't fair.

Turning back around, I gave her a look and then looked down at myself. "We should go downstairs. Keep ourselves busy. We should train."

[prodigal_slayer]

"Naw. I'm not the one who's losin' sight of what's goin' on, Angel. I get it, I do. I'm stuck in your body and you're stuck in mine and apparently? We're both stuck in this hotel until the guy who is righteously pissed off at us decides that he wants to find a way to turn us back to the way we're supposed to be. Hell, I miss my body. At least in there I didn't have this annoying little voice in the back of my mind tellin' me what a badass motherfucker I am. How the hell do you live with him in there?"

I tilted my head curiously to the sight thinkin' over what he said. Go and train and keep ourselves busy? How was that any different than gettin' bouncy with it in here? Both alot of physical exertion followed by release. Man, guess I was right all along. Didn't matter what anyone said- only slayer Angel ever had eyes for was Buffy. Or maybe...

"I mean, you're gay now right?" I asked him curiously because hey, he and Wes had the mad sexual tension goin' on. So I figure he likes fucking guys and now I am one. But he was just givin' me a shocked look like what the fuck was I talkin' about.

"I mean, you and Wes, right?" I narrowed my eyes realizing I'd said the completely wrong thing and Angel had no idea what I was talkin' about. Holy shit. Wrong all along? The two of them weren't fucking? Shit. I need new radar.

"Alright. Fine. Let's go train." I finally gave in begrudgingly as I stood up and moved past the door towards him.

[__angel]

Well, at least she wasn't loosing sight at what was going on. That was something that was ... actually good. The voice in the back of her head. Well, it looks like she met the demon that is in my body. After all of this time, I usually block him out, but he's still there. Lingering and now he's taken on new skin. So to speak.

Wait, what? I gave her a look of confusion as she asked about me and Wes. Is that what she thought? That me and Wes ... no. Not really, I mean, yeah, he's admirable ... in a stubborn sort of way. Or was he? I mean, sometimes when he'd be an ass I just wanted to put him in his place, that's where the demon would come in and ... wait. I'm not thinking about this and why was I getting all ... moist? No, I wasn't turned on and ...

"Wait, you think that me and Wes?" I asked her and met her at the door, giving her a look. "Me and Wes nothing ... nothing happens with Wes, I'm not ... well, no!" I said and she just had this look on her face. I didn't want to train now. I wanted to talk about this.

"What made you think? Cause I'm not and he's not, well, we don't and ..." I stopped talking and looked around the room for a second.

Was this really me talking? Rubbing my head, I swallowed and I could feel my face flushing, I turning red, my cheeks were red.

"I'm going to go and ... train," I said and walked past her, heading downstairs to the basement.

[prodigal_slayer]

I raised an eyebrow just watchin' him as he turned about eighty different shades of red. It was funny enough to see Angel blush but to see it on me? Didn't think I'd ever blushed once in my whole damn life. He was gettin' way too uptight for that not to be true. He and Wes...or at least Angel had some kinda sexy feelings for Wes or else he woulda just shrugged it off. And why not? If I was a pretty boy like Angel I'd probably wanna do a pretty boy like Wes. Boys will be boys.

I rolled my eyes when he said he was gonna go train before he up and disappeared down the stairs.

"Okay, Angel!" I yelled after him. "I'm just gonna head out and go drinkin' or something. See if I can't find a party."

I looked down at the watch on my wrist. One. Two. Three.....

Predictable. He came runnin' back up the stairs with an angry look on my pretty face. I knew I was in for the lecture now.

"C'mon, Angel. Let's go out and play. We both go out and we can both keep an eye on our own bodies while we're not bein' all bored hangin' around the hotel." He seemed to consider this for a minute before lettin' the angry expression take over his face again.

"Fine. Suit yourself. But I'm goin'." I said as I headed for the lobby doors.

[weloveyouangel]

Head out? Party? In my body? Don't think so. Right as I was on the bottom step about to head for the basement, I turned right back around and marched up the stairs, her hair swinging back and forth, hitting me on my shoulders lightly.

"You're what?" I asked her, and glared. I didn't want her going out! She was supposed to stay here and train and then just stay! I didn't want her out and about in my body, even if she did already go out and ruin my perfect jacket.

"I don't want to go out and -- hey! Get back here!" I yelled at her and followed her all the way to the doors. Grabbing her arm, my arm -- this is so confusing, I stopped her and turned her around. Sighing, I looked around before glancing up at her that looked like me.

"Fine. We'll go. No clubs, let's go to a bar or something," I said and looked back into the office. Should I tell Wes we were leaving? As I was about to turn around and walk back in, I felt myself being pulled out by a talk, dark and handsome vampire. That would be me, only not.

[prodigal_slayer]

Knew he was gonna cave. Soon as I saw that look on his face I knew that he was as good as toast. How the fuck could he stay cooped up in this place? Besides, it hadn't escaped my keen notice that this little adventure in Body Swapping? Had kinda shaken him out of his funk about Connor. Or at least it had distracted him enough from him that he was willin' to come out with me even if it was just to babysit me.

"Fine." I agreed as I pulled him out of the lobby doors and out onto the sidewalk. "We'll start off at a bar....and then move onto the club." I grinned down at him knowin' full well I could pretty much do anything right now and he'd be comin' with me just to keep an eye on his own body. Sucker. Least I got him out of the house.

Besides, I bet goin' to a club and dancin' in a body like this? I'd have the hot girls fightin' just to get near me. Seriously. Angel was hot. If he ever just let himself loosen up and have a good time we could have a blast. Besides, he had a fucking perfect happiness clause hangin' over his head. He shouldn't let it go to waste now that he could live clause free for alittle while. He should take advantage and go out and get happy, ya know?

Vaguelly I wondered if that meant I had a curse on me. Not that I was worried about it. I couldn't imagine one single thing that could possibly make me perfectly happy. Right. Onto less depressing things. Like drinking.

"So, since I'm playin' the part of you tonight does that mean I get to drive?" I asked with a wicked smirk in his direction already knowin' that the answer would be a big fat no. Besides, I was pretty sure the keys were still upstairs. Looked like we were hoofin' it.

[weloveyouangel]

We got outside, leaving Wesley behind. I felt we should tell him, but I'm sure he'd know. Sure of it. If not, then it would be something else we'd be lectured about. I felt like we were little kids around Wesley -- not anymore though. We had our talk ... or what there was of it and that was that. I nodded at her when she agreed with me, why would she not? Only to add it to ... a club. I didn't really like those, mostly because I didn't dance and why should I? I wasn't happy and I couldn't get happy so why be included on the foreplay that was going on on the dancefloor?

Sighing, I ran my fingers (her fingers) through my hair and then let them linger. I twirled a lock of hair as I listened to her. This was getting too confusing. "No club, only a bar and no, you're not driving ..." I said and looked over at my car, then patted down my pants. No keys.

"Nevermind, we're walking ... let's go and get this over with," I sighed and walked past her towards the nearest bar. A bunch of thoughts went through my head - the fact that I couldn't be happy ... but tonight I could. I already thought of that, but how could I do that to her body? So, I decided that I wouldn't, it wasn't fair. Just a few drinks and then we'd be home.

And hopefully Wes had figured out something.

[prodigal_slayer]

"Ya know," I said happily, entwining my arm in his as we walked down the sidewalk. "You could act a little less depressed about bein' stuck in my body. I mean, I'm hot, admit it. And you can live it up tonight, dude. No worry about gettin' too happy, no none heartbeat to slow you down but you still got mad skills. Trust me." I smirked down at him as he shot me another cranky look. Seriously! What did it take?! That was it, I was just gonna have to take him out and get him drunk.

Quickly I veered off to the left into the first dive bar I saw. Dive bar, that was fine. It was a start and once I got him all good and liquored up? We'd go to the club and I just knew he'd have a good time if he just loosened up and let himself have fun.

"Two shots of Jack." I ordered at the bar as Angel sat down next to me on one of the barstools. I was at a bar and I felt like I should smoke but I wasn't even breathing. Weird. "Actually, make his...uhh...her's a double."

He nodded at me and went off to grab our drinks. "See, everything's gonna be just fine, Faith. Just chill the fuck out." I said as the drinks were finally poured and placed on the bar in front of us.

[weloveyouangel]

Well, she was right. She was hot, but that’s not something that I care to admit on a daily basis. Mostly because well, I just … I was so upset right now and she was just making it worse in one way and then making me more relaxed in the other. I’d be much better off, we’d both be much better off back at the hotel. I mean, come on, we could have gotten drunk at the hotel if that’s what she wanted to do, but she was so hellbent on getting me out here to make a fool out of myself. Well, herself because ultimately to everyone else, I was her and I wasn’t me. But, mostly, I was thinking that she was telling me it was okay for me to go out and do whatever, because she wanted it to be okay for her to. Which it wasn’t.

She took off and walked into a bar that I don’t usually go into, but it was okay. At least they won’t know me here. Well, her. Whatever, I was tired of it.

Sitting next to her as she asked the bartender for drinks, I looked around bored, wondering just how much power she had. I could possibly bring her back to the hotel, using force of course.

“Thanks,” I said and the bartender gave me a look. I could feel my face flush and I turned away suddenly, downing the drink. Is this what they felt like just when some guy looked at them in that certain way?

Wow.

Placing the shot glass back on the table, I slid it toward the bartender. “Another. Please,” I said and looked at Faith who was giving me a look. I just shrugged and rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’m ‘chilling’ the fuck out.” Which now? I think I was.

[prodigal_slayer]

The bartender was totally checkin' out Angel's goods and I smirked wickedly. Wait. My goods! He was checkin' out my goods and Angel was shiftin' nervously under the attention. What a wimp! Well, serve him right. Now he knew what it was like to be me all the time. Totally hot! Whatever. I just shrugged and downed my shot before ordering another round. We were gonna have to get him shitfaced and soon. Wondered if vampires could get drunk. No time like the presence to find out.

"It's about damn time." I admonished him when he finally relented to my whole chill the fuck out philosophy. Shrugging I took another shot as the bartender set them on the table.

"Why don't you bring the whole bottle this time." I told the bartender who was barely even payin' attention to me cause he was too busy tryin' to sneak a peek at Angel's cleavage. That was totally my cleavage thank you very much!

Can you smell it, Faithy?

"Shut up!" I hissed suddenly, causing Angel and the bartender to both give me a curious look. The bartender quickly shuffled off to get us our bottle and I turned back to Angel.

"It's nothing." I said defensively, once I saw the question in those dark familiar eyes. Did he have to use my own expression against me?