Seem to be on a bit of a Roll!
I'm one possibly two chapters away from completing my first Delena fic and I'm now writing a second TVD fic.
I was cruising someones fic the other night and a certain character from BTVS was mentioned in close proximity but not linked to a TVD fic and well it got me thinking...
What would happen if Damon and Faith ran in to each other.
So I thought I'd find out.
Summery Below
After Elena becomes a Vampire Damon leaves as per his and Stefan's agreement.
But months later and miles from Mystic falls he meets a girl that is destined to change his life,and ultimately lead him back to the town and the girl he can't forget.
But how will Elena the vampire react to having a slayer come to town? And how will she feel when she suspects that Damon has moved on.
Eight Months after he leaves Mystic Fall's and his brothers girl behind, he's sitting in a club in of all places Cleveland, when she struts into it and his life changes again.
Sidling up to the bar to get himself another beer he studies her surreptitiously from beneath lowered lashes.
There is something about this girl that makes his skin tingle and his fangs ache.
It's so much more than the usual mix of attraction and hunger that has been the summation of his life since Elena finished what Katherine started. The door to his heart is sealed shut, his memories of both of them are now the nails that will ensure it stays that way, but still, something about this girl lights him up in a way he can't remember feeling for an eternity.
As he watches her flirt with the bar tender and carefully study the room in the same motion he decides that this girl is dangerous, a predator in ways that he has only seen before when he looks in the mirror.
There is something of Katherine in her knowing smile, her tilted head and casual hair toss, but just enough of Elena in guarded eyes that scream vulnerability to make Damon think that even being in the same room as this girl is not one of his most stellar moves.
And when she turns and her eyes do a slow and careful inventory of every part of him he knows he's right.
He also knows that this is the most he's felt since a certain goodbye from a girl he's never going to have, and this alone is enough to make him ask her name.
Her voice is husky with a faint tinge of Boston still curling at the edges, her eyes like dark chocolate with a mouth that he knows will taste like desire and whiskey.
She says her name is Faith.
The first time he touches her electricity seems to spark beneath his hand, it takes all of his formidable experience of women and his very long life not to show it with an involuntary flinch or the gasp that wants to leave his lips.
She's beautiful this woman but Damon has known many beautiful women in the one hundred and forty five years he'd waited for Katherine.
When they take to the dance floor together there is something of the vampire in the way she moves and for a moment he wonders if that's what he's been sensing.
Dark clouds of hair drift around her shoulders as she sways to the music's slow and seductive beat, and each movement she makes is the sensual promise that she has lessons to teach a man that might just cost him his soul.
Every motion of her body is an invitation and Damon has seldom seen a woman human or vampire that moves quite the way this one does
But when her back is pressed against his chest close enough to make him ache, and his hands mold themselves to her sides, running the length of her lithe torso, he feels the familiar pulse of life beneath them, enough to confirm that this girl is very much alive.
And then her arm is twisting up to loop around his neck and pull him impossibly closer and Damon forgets all the reasons it should matter. As her other hand runs down the length of his thigh he's lost in the her scent and the thrum of her pulse, so close now to his mouth.
For this one night he just wants to finally get lost in something other than regrets.
Still, later when she suggests they go somewhere quieter, he knows he should say no, that this is most likely not going to end in any way well, but he's so tired of running from life and himself that he decides he wants to see how this is going to end. And her eyes are so full of promise as she reaches for his hand that he finds himself agreeing regardless of his doubts.
They end up going back to the motel that he's been holed up in for the last three weeks and as they walk through the dark, speaking far less that he'd expected, he studies her openly this time.
He watches the way she moves, how she seems to somehow melt into the darkness between each street light, how her grace seems to be an unconscious by product of the predatory danger that floats around her like her perfume.
Oh yes this girl is so much more than what you see on the surface and he knows with his own predators skills that the fact that he can sense this means that she most likely senses the same thing in him. He also knows with a sudden feeling of freedom that he doesn't care.
When they enter his room he plays the gentleman and asks her if she'd like a drink. For a moment he thinks he sees her eyes narrow in something vaguely resembling suspicion but before he can be sure, it's washed away by the slow smile that she graces him with.
When she moves into his arms and leans forward to take his mouth there is a sudden rushing thrumming sound in his head and he finds himself unable to help that the gasp he breaths into her.
Again there is a sense of electricity between them, but this time he knows she feels it too, and as his hands slide over the smooth perfection of her leather encased ass he finds himself needing and hungry in a way he hasn't been since another motel with another dark haired girl nearly a year ago.
She seems just as hungry as him, her mouth greedy and her hands impatient to get to the skin beneath his clothes.
He senses she is used to being in charge so for the moment he lets her.
When she has his shirt off and she's down to her black lace bra he drops to his knees and reaches for the waistband of her leather pants.
Looking up he knows the affect his eyes have on women, especially from this angle. He's not conceited in any way but he's comfortable in the fact that he can get nearly any woman he wants' without having to rely on compulsion.
Damon is used to being wanted and with more than a century and a half to practice his skills he knows all the things to do that make a woman want what he has to offer.
As he meets her dark gaze he's therefore startled to see along with the lust that he's expecting an emotion that has no business being there at this stage of their encounter. He see's regret, and that's when he knows there is more going on here than what's on the surface.
Up until this point he had thought that with this girl he would most likely fuck her until she couldn't walk and then compel her while he fed so she had only pleasant memories when she woke up alone tomorrow, but his instincts are telling him that there is more on her agenda than a one night stand with a guy she will most likely never see again.
Disconcerted by the sudden sense of danger now radiating off of her he propels himself backwards in a flash of the vamp speed that his kind are so good at. It's just as well because the stake is already descending before he moves, and where the fucking hell had she been hiding that was just one of the things he'd like to know.
His fangs descend and he can feel the veins beneath his eyes pulse as she lunges after him. And Jesus fucking Christ she's fast, not vamp fast but still too damn quick for a human.
It's almost comical when a moment later the words that come out of their mouths are practically identical.
What the fucking hell are you?
What the shit! What are you, you freak?"
They both freeze. And Damon finds his fangs melting away and his face returning to normal as he lets out a snort of irreverent laughter.
He tells her to watch who she's calling a freak, because he's got the idea she's not exactly all normal herself.
She rolls her eyes. and tells him She's a slayer, then asks him what's his excuse.
He makes it pretty clear he's never heard the phrase before and then asks her what she means.
She gives him some spiel about being a Slayer emphasis on the capital S, and that she apparently hunts vampires and wait for it, demons.
When he shrugs and returns her gaze with a look devoid of recognition the arm holding the stake drops back to her side and her sensual kiss swollen mouth tightens is disbelief.
He finds her Dude where have you been. You new or something question vaguely insulting but he'll let it go because he really wants' to know just what he's stumbled into.
She tells him that there used to be only one Slayer until a big spell a few years back and that now apparently there is, to quote a friend of hers, a shit load more of us... Her voice is all snark and continuing disbelief as she asks him if what she's just told him is ringing any bells?
He has to admit that no it doesn't and then as her full explanation catches up he asks her what she means by demons and tells her he doesn't believe there is any such thing, in very nearly the same breath.
He guesses she might have taken exception to his tone or it could be him implying that she's a liar because she informs him she doesn't really care either way, that she only wants to know what he is so she can tell someone she calls her watcher, and that if he cooperates she will kill him quickly. She also mentions something about jonesing for Taco's and the fact that his continued existence is getting in the way of her eating them.
Damon just raises one eyebrow and snorts again. then he informs her quite glibly that it isn't going to happen. He goes on to say that even though she is a slayer, whatever the hell that might or might not be, he'd faced down much scarier than her in the form of original vampires witches werewolves and hybrids, all, on occasion at the same time, so he didn't see one cocky little brunette killing him any time soon."
Then to prove how little of a threat he finds her he lounges nonchalantly against the wall. And does that eye thing that used to drive a certain other girl so crazy. And doesn't it piss him off that even Miles and months away his every thought and reaction still finds a reference that leads back to her. Including the situation he's in at the moment.
With that acknowledgement he's jolted back to the present and the annoyed expression on Faith's face.
So just to show there's no hard feelings he says he'll tell her what she wants to know. And he tells her he's a vampire and that he's been around for over a century and a half.
That's where the night gets if possible even more interesting and surreal as she proceeds to inform him that there is no fucking way he's a vampire because she kills vampires and she's never seen anything that looks remotely like him.
As annoyed as he is by her tone and her air of lecturing condensation he can't help thinking that she looks particularly gorgeous standing there arguing with him.
Especially since she has neglected to put a shirt back on and her breasts are only emphasized when she crosses her arms and gives him a stubborn look. He also can't help thinking there must be something written in his DNA that causes him to become enamored of bossy brunets that have more courage than brains and a tendency to be bitchy when things don't go their way.
They argue for a good twenty minutes more and he's starting to get a little irritated that his night is turning out so disappointingly when it had been so full of promise. But before he can work up a really good reason to either snap her neck, or possibly just leave, they are interrupted by the trilling of what can only be her phone.
The distinctive melody of It's Raining Men, pretty much guarantees it's not his.
She looks sheepish and then sort of embarrassed and mutters something about killing the letter B which Damon finds both confusing and more than a little amusing as she fumbles to answer it.
Her sharply snapped What does not bode well for the callers intentions and Damon finds his interest peak as he hears the voice on the other end of the phone snark back with equal annoyance. And moments later it peaks again when he hears her tell the caller that she doesn't give a flying fuck what Spike thinks coz it's supposed to be her night off and besides which she's in the middle of something.
He concentrates a little harder at that and now he can make out the details of a woman's voice and it's telling Faith that she needs to get her ass back to HQ because someone called Robin is drunk and it's not hers and Spike's responsibility.
Damon sees her flush with what could be anger, but he is guessing from her expression is a whole combination of different emotions, anger being the least of them.
She mutters something about how he should have thought about that before he stuck it to Carrie then, but after a furtive glance at him she cut's off whatever else she might have been going to say in favor of a heavy sigh.
The woman then says something again about Spike and an anniversary and for some reason that seems to set her off all over again, because she makes a cutting remark about telling William the bloody he can just go fuck himself, and that's when Damon decides the night is officially beyond bizarre.
There's more but Damon tunes out preferring to get himself a drink and think over what he's just heard.
When she gets off the phone moments later he's stretched out on the bed drink in hand, and he's not sure if he should feel insulted or not that she hasn't even flinched at his casual disregard of her presence.
He decides to let it go as her attention focuses back on him and she asks him where they were before they were so rudely interrupted.
Of course he gets a good deal of satisfaction as he tells her that he'd much rather talk about why a bunch of Slayers is hanging around with one fourth of the scourge of Europe, than go over the yes I am no you're not dance that they had been on earlier. And then he informs her that if they aren't going to fuck then she might as well take him to wherever Spike is and have him clear the whole vampire thing up for them.
Pissed off and surprise are both things that look good on her and for a minute he finds himself actually hoping by some miracle that she'll choose to call his bluff and finish what they started earlier. (The fucking not the fighting.) But no, once she gets over the whole shock of him actually claiming to know Spike, she decides that she's going to give him the benefit of the doubt and take him back to what she terms slayer central.
Damon pouts and tells her she doesn't know what she's missing before tossing her shirt to her while he slides into his own.
Five minutes later they are walking out the door and she's full of questions about how he knows Spike, but before he can even give her the sanitized version of Spike's and his past she's interrupting herself to explain, with what Damon is pretty sure is embarrassment, that when they get back he probably shouldn't mention them hooking up earlier because it seems the Robin that was mentioned on the phone is her ex and apparently he's not taking the breakup real well.
She goes on to inform him that the other reason she doesn't want anyone knowing what they'd been up to is that B ( apparently a person) is a bit of a, in Faith's words, vampire groupie and Faith doesn't want to lose her upper hand by letting B (apparently it's short for Buffy, Poor Girl) know that she'd been willing to board that train even if it was a bait and stake thing.
I raise an eyebrow at that and amazingly enough she flushes and looks away.
Then she starts babbling something about my soul and whether I actually have one and just generally working herself up into a state where I'm pretty sure said state has a river called denial running through it.
I nod agreeably, after all I'm planning on getting in to her pant's sometime in the near future so I've decided the better part of valour and all that Yada yada yada.
Besides she's smoking hot when she gets all worked up.
So, on we go down the dark and dirty streets Of Cleveland with her doing her best not to look at me and me doing my best not to just grab her and kiss her, if only to remind her why she still smells of both beer and arousal.
After all I've got all the time in the world... and apparently all the Faith as well.
I was cruising someones fic the other night and a certain character from BTVS was mentioned in close proximity but not linked to a TVD fic and well it got me thinking...
What would happen if Damon and Faith ran in to each other.
So I thought I'd find out.
Summery Below
After Elena becomes a Vampire Damon leaves as per his and Stefan's agreement.
But months later and miles from Mystic falls he meets a girl that is destined to change his life,and ultimately lead him back to the town and the girl he can't forget.
But how will Elena the vampire react to having a slayer come to town? And how will she feel when she suspects that Damon has moved on.
Eight Months after he leaves Mystic Fall's and his brothers girl behind, he's sitting in a club in of all places Cleveland, when she struts into it and his life changes again.
Sidling up to the bar to get himself another beer he studies her surreptitiously from beneath lowered lashes.
There is something about this girl that makes his skin tingle and his fangs ache.
It's so much more than the usual mix of attraction and hunger that has been the summation of his life since Elena finished what Katherine started. The door to his heart is sealed shut, his memories of both of them are now the nails that will ensure it stays that way, but still, something about this girl lights him up in a way he can't remember feeling for an eternity.
As he watches her flirt with the bar tender and carefully study the room in the same motion he decides that this girl is dangerous, a predator in ways that he has only seen before when he looks in the mirror.
There is something of Katherine in her knowing smile, her tilted head and casual hair toss, but just enough of Elena in guarded eyes that scream vulnerability to make Damon think that even being in the same room as this girl is not one of his most stellar moves.
And when she turns and her eyes do a slow and careful inventory of every part of him he knows he's right.
He also knows that this is the most he's felt since a certain goodbye from a girl he's never going to have, and this alone is enough to make him ask her name.
Her voice is husky with a faint tinge of Boston still curling at the edges, her eyes like dark chocolate with a mouth that he knows will taste like desire and whiskey.
She says her name is Faith.
The first time he touches her electricity seems to spark beneath his hand, it takes all of his formidable experience of women and his very long life not to show it with an involuntary flinch or the gasp that wants to leave his lips.
She's beautiful this woman but Damon has known many beautiful women in the one hundred and forty five years he'd waited for Katherine.
When they take to the dance floor together there is something of the vampire in the way she moves and for a moment he wonders if that's what he's been sensing.
Dark clouds of hair drift around her shoulders as she sways to the music's slow and seductive beat, and each movement she makes is the sensual promise that she has lessons to teach a man that might just cost him his soul.
Every motion of her body is an invitation and Damon has seldom seen a woman human or vampire that moves quite the way this one does
But when her back is pressed against his chest close enough to make him ache, and his hands mold themselves to her sides, running the length of her lithe torso, he feels the familiar pulse of life beneath them, enough to confirm that this girl is very much alive.
And then her arm is twisting up to loop around his neck and pull him impossibly closer and Damon forgets all the reasons it should matter. As her other hand runs down the length of his thigh he's lost in the her scent and the thrum of her pulse, so close now to his mouth.
For this one night he just wants to finally get lost in something other than regrets.
Still, later when she suggests they go somewhere quieter, he knows he should say no, that this is most likely not going to end in any way well, but he's so tired of running from life and himself that he decides he wants to see how this is going to end. And her eyes are so full of promise as she reaches for his hand that he finds himself agreeing regardless of his doubts.
They end up going back to the motel that he's been holed up in for the last three weeks and as they walk through the dark, speaking far less that he'd expected, he studies her openly this time.
He watches the way she moves, how she seems to somehow melt into the darkness between each street light, how her grace seems to be an unconscious by product of the predatory danger that floats around her like her perfume.
Oh yes this girl is so much more than what you see on the surface and he knows with his own predators skills that the fact that he can sense this means that she most likely senses the same thing in him. He also knows with a sudden feeling of freedom that he doesn't care.
When they enter his room he plays the gentleman and asks her if she'd like a drink. For a moment he thinks he sees her eyes narrow in something vaguely resembling suspicion but before he can be sure, it's washed away by the slow smile that she graces him with.
When she moves into his arms and leans forward to take his mouth there is a sudden rushing thrumming sound in his head and he finds himself unable to help that the gasp he breaths into her.
Again there is a sense of electricity between them, but this time he knows she feels it too, and as his hands slide over the smooth perfection of her leather encased ass he finds himself needing and hungry in a way he hasn't been since another motel with another dark haired girl nearly a year ago.
She seems just as hungry as him, her mouth greedy and her hands impatient to get to the skin beneath his clothes.
He senses she is used to being in charge so for the moment he lets her.
When she has his shirt off and she's down to her black lace bra he drops to his knees and reaches for the waistband of her leather pants.
Looking up he knows the affect his eyes have on women, especially from this angle. He's not conceited in any way but he's comfortable in the fact that he can get nearly any woman he wants' without having to rely on compulsion.
Damon is used to being wanted and with more than a century and a half to practice his skills he knows all the things to do that make a woman want what he has to offer.
As he meets her dark gaze he's therefore startled to see along with the lust that he's expecting an emotion that has no business being there at this stage of their encounter. He see's regret, and that's when he knows there is more going on here than what's on the surface.
Up until this point he had thought that with this girl he would most likely fuck her until she couldn't walk and then compel her while he fed so she had only pleasant memories when she woke up alone tomorrow, but his instincts are telling him that there is more on her agenda than a one night stand with a guy she will most likely never see again.
Disconcerted by the sudden sense of danger now radiating off of her he propels himself backwards in a flash of the vamp speed that his kind are so good at. It's just as well because the stake is already descending before he moves, and where the fucking hell had she been hiding that was just one of the things he'd like to know.
His fangs descend and he can feel the veins beneath his eyes pulse as she lunges after him. And Jesus fucking Christ she's fast, not vamp fast but still too damn quick for a human.
It's almost comical when a moment later the words that come out of their mouths are practically identical.
What the fucking hell are you?
What the shit! What are you, you freak?"
They both freeze. And Damon finds his fangs melting away and his face returning to normal as he lets out a snort of irreverent laughter.
He tells her to watch who she's calling a freak, because he's got the idea she's not exactly all normal herself.
She rolls her eyes. and tells him She's a slayer, then asks him what's his excuse.
He makes it pretty clear he's never heard the phrase before and then asks her what she means.
She gives him some spiel about being a Slayer emphasis on the capital S, and that she apparently hunts vampires and wait for it, demons.
When he shrugs and returns her gaze with a look devoid of recognition the arm holding the stake drops back to her side and her sensual kiss swollen mouth tightens is disbelief.
He finds her Dude where have you been. You new or something question vaguely insulting but he'll let it go because he really wants' to know just what he's stumbled into.
She tells him that there used to be only one Slayer until a big spell a few years back and that now apparently there is, to quote a friend of hers, a shit load more of us... Her voice is all snark and continuing disbelief as she asks him if what she's just told him is ringing any bells?
He has to admit that no it doesn't and then as her full explanation catches up he asks her what she means by demons and tells her he doesn't believe there is any such thing, in very nearly the same breath.
He guesses she might have taken exception to his tone or it could be him implying that she's a liar because she informs him she doesn't really care either way, that she only wants to know what he is so she can tell someone she calls her watcher, and that if he cooperates she will kill him quickly. She also mentions something about jonesing for Taco's and the fact that his continued existence is getting in the way of her eating them.
Damon just raises one eyebrow and snorts again. then he informs her quite glibly that it isn't going to happen. He goes on to say that even though she is a slayer, whatever the hell that might or might not be, he'd faced down much scarier than her in the form of original vampires witches werewolves and hybrids, all, on occasion at the same time, so he didn't see one cocky little brunette killing him any time soon."
Then to prove how little of a threat he finds her he lounges nonchalantly against the wall. And does that eye thing that used to drive a certain other girl so crazy. And doesn't it piss him off that even Miles and months away his every thought and reaction still finds a reference that leads back to her. Including the situation he's in at the moment.
With that acknowledgement he's jolted back to the present and the annoyed expression on Faith's face.
So just to show there's no hard feelings he says he'll tell her what she wants to know. And he tells her he's a vampire and that he's been around for over a century and a half.
That's where the night gets if possible even more interesting and surreal as she proceeds to inform him that there is no fucking way he's a vampire because she kills vampires and she's never seen anything that looks remotely like him.
As annoyed as he is by her tone and her air of lecturing condensation he can't help thinking that she looks particularly gorgeous standing there arguing with him.
Especially since she has neglected to put a shirt back on and her breasts are only emphasized when she crosses her arms and gives him a stubborn look. He also can't help thinking there must be something written in his DNA that causes him to become enamored of bossy brunets that have more courage than brains and a tendency to be bitchy when things don't go their way.
They argue for a good twenty minutes more and he's starting to get a little irritated that his night is turning out so disappointingly when it had been so full of promise. But before he can work up a really good reason to either snap her neck, or possibly just leave, they are interrupted by the trilling of what can only be her phone.
The distinctive melody of It's Raining Men, pretty much guarantees it's not his.
She looks sheepish and then sort of embarrassed and mutters something about killing the letter B which Damon finds both confusing and more than a little amusing as she fumbles to answer it.
Her sharply snapped What does not bode well for the callers intentions and Damon finds his interest peak as he hears the voice on the other end of the phone snark back with equal annoyance. And moments later it peaks again when he hears her tell the caller that she doesn't give a flying fuck what Spike thinks coz it's supposed to be her night off and besides which she's in the middle of something.
He concentrates a little harder at that and now he can make out the details of a woman's voice and it's telling Faith that she needs to get her ass back to HQ because someone called Robin is drunk and it's not hers and Spike's responsibility.
Damon sees her flush with what could be anger, but he is guessing from her expression is a whole combination of different emotions, anger being the least of them.
She mutters something about how he should have thought about that before he stuck it to Carrie then, but after a furtive glance at him she cut's off whatever else she might have been going to say in favor of a heavy sigh.
The woman then says something again about Spike and an anniversary and for some reason that seems to set her off all over again, because she makes a cutting remark about telling William the bloody he can just go fuck himself, and that's when Damon decides the night is officially beyond bizarre.
There's more but Damon tunes out preferring to get himself a drink and think over what he's just heard.
When she gets off the phone moments later he's stretched out on the bed drink in hand, and he's not sure if he should feel insulted or not that she hasn't even flinched at his casual disregard of her presence.
He decides to let it go as her attention focuses back on him and she asks him where they were before they were so rudely interrupted.
Of course he gets a good deal of satisfaction as he tells her that he'd much rather talk about why a bunch of Slayers is hanging around with one fourth of the scourge of Europe, than go over the yes I am no you're not dance that they had been on earlier. And then he informs her that if they aren't going to fuck then she might as well take him to wherever Spike is and have him clear the whole vampire thing up for them.
Pissed off and surprise are both things that look good on her and for a minute he finds himself actually hoping by some miracle that she'll choose to call his bluff and finish what they started earlier. (The fucking not the fighting.) But no, once she gets over the whole shock of him actually claiming to know Spike, she decides that she's going to give him the benefit of the doubt and take him back to what she terms slayer central.
Damon pouts and tells her she doesn't know what she's missing before tossing her shirt to her while he slides into his own.
Five minutes later they are walking out the door and she's full of questions about how he knows Spike, but before he can even give her the sanitized version of Spike's and his past she's interrupting herself to explain, with what Damon is pretty sure is embarrassment, that when they get back he probably shouldn't mention them hooking up earlier because it seems the Robin that was mentioned on the phone is her ex and apparently he's not taking the breakup real well.
She goes on to inform him that the other reason she doesn't want anyone knowing what they'd been up to is that B ( apparently a person) is a bit of a, in Faith's words, vampire groupie and Faith doesn't want to lose her upper hand by letting B (apparently it's short for Buffy, Poor Girl) know that she'd been willing to board that train even if it was a bait and stake thing.
I raise an eyebrow at that and amazingly enough she flushes and looks away.
Then she starts babbling something about my soul and whether I actually have one and just generally working herself up into a state where I'm pretty sure said state has a river called denial running through it.
I nod agreeably, after all I'm planning on getting in to her pant's sometime in the near future so I've decided the better part of valour and all that Yada yada yada.
Besides she's smoking hot when she gets all worked up.
So, on we go down the dark and dirty streets Of Cleveland with her doing her best not to look at me and me doing my best not to just grab her and kiss her, if only to remind her why she still smells of both beer and arousal.
After all I've got all the time in the world... and apparently all the Faith as well.