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[true_angelus]

I had taken off after Buffy didn't return, I'm sure she caught wind of the trouble she was in for going after Wesley without me. I'd denied her her little playtoy, but that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun, right? Surely. I found myself walking toward Buffy's house, just out of curiosity. I had peeked in the kitchen window as Cordelia made some

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[true_angelus]

I felt my jaw clench in anger as she made her little peachy comment, I wanted to reach out and strangle her. Instead I smiled at her and tried my best to ignore her comments about my girl. Buffy was an easier target, and in the end she wanted it, she loved it. It made her bigger and better than anyone in this sad ass little town, and she knew it. Hell I knew it and it would only be a matter of time when she tried to show me exactly that, I'd have to be on my toes at all times. Her snicker jerked my attention back and I looked at her with a grin as she said Cordy could clean my clock. I had to let out a laugh.

"Clean my clock? That's amusing, I've spent my whole life destroying little princesses like her and it wouldn't take me long to break her." I smiled and pushed off from the wall, stepping closer to her. "Think the only one that will ever really give me a run for my money is you, and of course Buffy because you know she's way better than you. Course... she always has been hasn't she? Isn't that your big beef with her? She never let you in did she, never let you close and I know you want her." I was loving this, this game of fucking with emotions of others.

"Could be me but hey... I'm guessin' I'm right. You're probably all tore up inside about how she's dead now, aren't you? You won't save her, she's mine now, and forever." I let my jaw clench. "You've lost another battle and I'm sure you're used to that too. After all you didn't become a real Slayer until I killed her. Feel good to finally be something other than your Mother's boyfriend's whore?"

[wickedslayer]

I blinked barely as he started going on his little Buffy spiel. Turning my eyes away from him, I clenched my jaw his words cutting through me. He was right, course he was. I'd always wanted Buffy, when I wasn't wanting her I was busy wanting to be her. Now she was dead and gone, and I hadn't saved her. Not that I thought that I'd be the one to save her, but I thought someone would. One of the scoobies maybe, fuck me, even herself. Buffy was way too strong to die the way she had. Now she was gone, and something else was inhabiting her body.

Suddenly I remembered that I shouldn't ever take my eyes off of him, and I quickly turned back to look at him again. "Save the head trip, you crazy fuck. You might think you have me figured out, but you don't have a clue." Angel knew me, did that mean he did too? I wasn't exactly sure how that worked. I was sure it didn't work in my favor. Still had a few tricks up my sleeve either way.

"So did you come all this way just to taunt me or did you have an actual point?" I put one hand on my hip, raising an eyebrow at him. I wanted to go back inside and make sure Wes wa was cool. For all I knew Vamp Boy was out here distracting me so B could go get her toy back. Didn't think that was it though, Angelus seemed to be the big boss in that relationship. B was so his bitch now.

[true_angelus]

I smirked at her as she told me I had no clue, really she wasn't so bright was she? I lived inside Angel, waiting to burst to the surface at anytime. I knew his life inside and out, unfortunately. I stepped a bit closer to her and pushed my hands in my pockets, looking her over. She was so fucking cocky and I just couldn't stand it. I wanted to break her and make her cry like the broken little girl inside she is. The one I knew was there.

"You forget Faithy, I am Angel, only better. Really, get a clue here." I smirked and reached out grabbing her arm as she looked away from me to the hospital front. "You should never take your eyes offa me Faith, it only takes a second. Ask Buffy, she knows. It takes a minute for me to take what I want, Slayer or not. Angel's worked his whole life to avoid what he is, me... I root around in it like a dirty pig." My grip tightened just a bit and I pulled her toward me.

"Broken little girl from a bad home, don't tell me I don't know you. I used to break little girls like you, you're a dime a dozen. Only thing that makes you special is you're strong, but that's it. If you didn't have that you'd just be a cheap whore like your Mom." I smirked and gripped her by both arms, my eyes flashing with the desire to just kill her and make them both mine, but she'd fight it. "My point is me. You're never going to win. What it's you and Xander. Wes is down, Cordy is down... you really think you and carpenter boy can save the world? That's really amusing."

My grip tightenend and I spun us, slamming her against the side of the hospital, the stucco unforgiving. I didn't much care, the scent of her blood filled my nose as her flesh broke against the wall.

[prodigal_slayer]

His hand gripped my arms tightly and I looked up into his face dispassionately for a minute. The face that I loved, my best friend. Angel. Except the dark orbs that stared down at me weren't filled with pain and regret like Angel's always were. Instead they were empty, sometimes glistening in amusement. I felt drawn in by them as he shook me hard.

"Better than Angel?" I couldn't help but snicker at that. "Please. There's a reason you've been buried inside him for so long. You don't belong on the outside, Angel does. You're just a big crazy fuck." I spat at him, for a second I wished I hadn't when my face met the wall of the hospital hard and I felt the skin tear and bleed on my forehead.

What the hell did Xander have to do with this? I was the slayer, that's all there was to it. Now that he'd turned Buffy I was next in line. Even if he killed me another one would just be called. Was he that fucking retarded? He could keep killing slayers but another one would eventually pop up. And eventually...he'd lose.

"You're right about one thing." I muttered, before yanking myself out of his grip. Spinning around I smashed my fist into the side of his face. "I am strong." Stronger than you, if I have to be.

[true_angelus]

I wiped the spit from the side of my face and glared at her, I wanted to just reach inside her and tear her heart out, eat it for a snack. Fuck turning this little bitch, I'd settle for just killing her. I don't care if another Slayer comes, I'll kill them all, my little pack of turned Slayers would assure me that. I smirked as she turned and slammed her fist against my face. I rubbed at my jaw and looked down at her.

"Love your spunk baby." I said as my fist connected with her face, I smirked as her head again bounced against the wall. "Makes me all warm and fuzzy... kinda like the way you looked at me a minute ago when I shook you. Didn't think I saw that little exchange, not stupid. I'm not like Buffy, I pick up on little things like that." I ripped her shoulder out of the socket as I spun her around and let her fly to the concrete of the parking lot. I walked over and stood above her, looking down at her.

"Strong, yes. Strong enough... I don't think so." I kicked my boot into the side of her ribs and watched her fly sideways, rolling across the unforgiving ground. "Didn't come here to hurt you actually, but if you wanna play... we'll play."

[prodigal_slayer]

I yelped when I felt my shoulder get ripped out of it's socket. Biting down hard I could taste the blood as I connected with the concrete of the parking lot. He was fast, and strong like Angel, only he didn't hold back. Angel always held back just a little bit, guess he lost that when he lost his soul.

Curling up slightly I refused to make any noise as his boot connected with my ribcage and I rolled hard against the pavement. Ignoring the pain I used the momentum to roll back up to my feet. I wasn't B, wasn't gonna lay down and take it. If he wanted to see that he should have gone home to play with the Mrs. If he wanted a fight, he came to the right place.

"What's the matter?" I asked with a grin, as I wiped some blood off my face absently with the back of my hand. "Buffy doesn't play rough enough for ya, so you decided to come see me?" Turning my head I spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete beside me. "I thought by now you guy's would have a picket fence and some goldfish or something." My grin grew more wicked as he advanced on me. Bring it. I wasn't gonna be his bitch like Buffy was.

Suddenly I felt sort of free. Buffy had given into him, submitted, become his bitch. In the end she wasn't nearly as strong as I thought she was. She'd given in, not strong at all. I was stronger than her when it came right down to it. I wasn't giving in. Not to him. Not ever.

[true_angelus]

I watch as she stands up and wipes blood from her mouth, saying something about a picket fence and goldfish and I'm on her. I latch onto her shoulder that is out of joint and I jerk her around one more time for good measure, twisting her arm up behind her back hard. I walk her directly into a lamp post and don't even hesitate when I hear her face crack against the metal hard.

"You are a lippy little bitch aren't you?" I growl lowly in her ear, still jerking her arm high behind her back. "I could wreck your ass right here and no one would know. C'mon... deep down inside you wanna kill Cordy and her mouthy self dontcha, you could get into that house. She could be your first meal as a vampire." I ran my hand up into her hair and jerked her head back hard, bringing my mouth to her ear, my game face on.

"I bet you taste like hate pretty girl." I whispered and brought my mouth to her neck, licking at her flesh softly, my other hand still holding her very out of joint shoulder trapped painfully behind her back. "I'm sure you do... let's find out." I quickly sank my fangs into her neck, smiling as her blood rippled into my mouth.

[prodigal_slayer]

I cried out in pain as he wrenched my arm even higher, the joint was way out of it's socket. I could pop it back in if it wasn't being wrenched so hard. I was at a serious disadvantage as my face pressed into the cool metal of the lampost.

Before I could react, I froze when I felt his cold tongue on my throat. My eyes widened just as his fangs sunk in, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream. Choking I tried to pull away from him but his grip tightened down on my arm, his fingers tangling in my hair leaving my throat exposed in the warm night.

This couldn't be the end. I wouldn't give into him. Wouldn't let him turn me that was for damn sure, and I really didn't want to die. For the first time ever. I really really didn't want to die. I'd wasted so much, fucked things up all along the way. I knew I was strong enough now to do this job, to pick up where Buffy left off. My good arm slipped in between our two bodies, he was so busy gettin' his rocks off on slayer blood he didn't even notice.

Didn't notice until my hand was squeezing down on his balls with all of my slayer strength. Oh yeah, he noticed then and immediately loosened his grip on me. Pulling away from him I elbow him hard in the chest and spun around, one hand instantly going to the bloody wound on my neck.

"You fuck!" I practically yelled at him, looking at the blood on my hand in awe.

[true_angelus]

I saw stars and not the good kinda stars as I felt her hand clench down around my balls. I jerked back and let go of her, wiping the blood from my mouth. God damn all that pain was worth just the drink of blood I got from her. I smirked at her as she nailed me in the chest and put her hand to her neck, staring at her bloody hand with fear and a slight grin.

"You poor thing." I said pathetically shaking my head and watching her carefully. She was still wounded, her shoulder was so far out of joint all it would take was one severe jab and she'd be down. "As if I wouldn't take the liberty of sampling such a fine piece of hatred, please Faithy. You aren't that dumb are you? Fuck me you're good though... I'll have to have a sample again."

I stood there and just watched her in fascination, it amazed me someone that had been down the road she'd been didn't reach out and want this power. It would be everything, she'd be more powerful than Buffy I think. She always had been.

[prodigal_slayer]

I staggered back into the lamp post, the seriousness of the situation finally hitting me full-force. This...thing standing in front of me. I wanted so desperately to believe it was Angel, except that it really wasn't and now I had the mark to prove it. I'd never been bitten before and for the first time to have it be by something wearing the form of my best friend made my blood run hot in my veins.

Felt a little dizzy so I closed my eyes but just for a second and opened them back up again, letting Angelus come back into focus.

"The buffet is closed. Bitch." I said harshly before launching myself at him. Throwing my body weight into him I knocked him hard into the pavement, both of us rolling hard to the ground. Grabbing his shirt with my hand I pulled him up towards me and punched him as hard as I could with my good hand, watching his head smack on the concrete again.

Pushing my hair out of my face, I waivered again feeling the blood loss starting to take effect. This fuck thuoght he could just feed off me like I was some kind of snack? Angrily I punched him again before stepping off of him and standing back up.

[true_angelus]

I watched as she looked at me slightly bewildered before she threw herself onto me, knocking us both to the ground. I felt my head slam into the concrete and I smirked up at her as she pushed her hair from her face, her body slightly lagged from blood loss. She punched me again and staggered to her feet. I pushed up from the ground and brushed myself off, running my hand through the back of my hair.

"The buffet closes when I say it closes Faithy, don't you understand that?" I looked at her and watched as she swayed just slightly, trying not to let me see, but I saw everything. It was my job to see everything, to know everything that was going on around me. "You can't fool me, I can hear the blood in your body pumping lethargically. You could so very easily just pass out right now if I applied the right amount of pressure to your neck." My hand snapped out, my fingers locking around her throat, her blood slick on my hand. I nodded my head at her and grinned wickedly.

"See that Slayer... you could fall down so easily right now. I could have my way with you, I'm thinkin' you might like that." I smirked and pulled her close to me, her lips just seconds from mine. "Am I wrong? You look at me and see Angel, you've always had it for him."

[wickedslayer]

My hands immediately went up to his hand, fingers desperately tryin' to peel the cool digits off of my throat. Opening my mouth wide I tried to suck in mouthfuls of air before his hand clamped down harder on my windpipe and pulled me closer. I could see directly into his eyes now, and for a second I froze and a shiver ran down my spine. This wasn't Angel. Just had to keep tellin' myself that. Not Angel, something different completely. Couldn't believe I was ever stupid enough to want to bring him out on purpose.

Snapping out of it, I clawed at his hand, before raising a knee and aiming it directly for the wounded part of his body. But he blocked it with one knee. Fuck. I needed a new trick.

Lashing out with my good hand I struck him hard in the face but he still wouldn't let go. There were stars now, stars all around clouding my vision, stars dancing in the dark orbs that watched me with the keen disinterest of a panther. I hated him so much in that second, hated Angel so much. I tried to transfer the hate onto Angelus but I just couldn't do it. Cause everytime I looked at him I still saw Angel.

Shoving him with all my might in the chest, I made one last ditch effort and hit him with a right hook in the chin.

[true_angelus]

I deflected the knee that was aiming to reinjure, shaking my head with a 'tsk tsk.' I let out a laugh as she clapped the side of my face, her eyes wavering between very wide and nearly closing. I felt her good hand push against my chest and her fist met with my chin, again I let out a laugh.

"So adorable that you're even trying really. You think just because you're the Slayer you could take me without a problem. Think again sweet thing, I'm probably one of the most clever, sadistic fuckers you'll ever run into baby." I smirked and pulled her closer to me, my fingers locking around her throat tighter. "I'm thinking right now that I should just bring you home and let Buffy have some fun with you. Not to mention man, how hot would it be to see you two go at it. It's a win win situation really Faithy. You get a piece of Buffy and I get to watch her play."

I brought her lips to mine and kissed her hard and fast, not giving her much of a choice in the situation. I was half expecting her to bite my tongue, so I played it safe and just nipped at her lower lip, her blood coating my lips. I smirked against her mouth and wrapped my free arm around her, holding her to me and squeezing just a little bit tighter.

"You're so pretty when you're bleeding and weak." I smiled and ran my fingertips along her lower back.

[wickedslayer]

I couldn't breathe at all, not even enough to call out as his fangs sunk into my bottom lip. Blood coated my open mouth and I could taste the bitter copper on my tongue, some of it trickled down my throat and I wanted to gag.

When his arm wrapped around me, I could see nothing but stars. Stars so bright I thought my head would explode. It felt so big, like four times it's normal size. I was gonna lose. This was it, the end of the road. Maybe the next slayer could hack it, stick this big pervert into the deep crazy ground he came from. I felt my eyes roll up as I collapsed into him.

[true_angelus]

I felt her finally give into the darkness, her body falling into mine limply. My arms wrapped around her, scooping up behind her knees and lifting her from the ground. Easy as pie really, nothin' to it. Almost too easy, but she had to be rusty, all locked up and nowhere to go in that prison Angel convinced her to lock herself up in.

"Alright little girl, let's go have some fun now. You've been so good you deserve a bit of fun." I hoisted her up a bit more and started toward the hotel, there'd be no worry of Wesley waking up and telling anyone where we were. Far as he knew Faith went home to check on the homebodies. Her body was getting heavy and I was thankful we were approaching the hotel, I opened the door and tossed her limp body onto the bed.

"Buffy?" I called out as I flipped on the lights. Not here yet, when she got home though, she'd have a pretty little present to play with. I slipped my jacket off and pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, watching Faith carefully, she'd stir soon. Of course stirring just meant she'd wake up, waking up meant movement. I looked around the room and found a little something in Buffy's bag to restrain her. Stockings, tied tight enough surely her weakened body would struggle.

"There we go, tied up nice and safe." I whispered as I sat back in the chair, her arms tied tightly to the bedposts as she dozed. Now to wait for her to wake up and realize where she is and what is about to happen. Oh yeah, and Buffy to come home.

[wickedslayer]

My temples throbbed when my eyes finally opened. Shutting them quickly again the small lamp glowing to my right made it hard to see anything. Shutting my eyes again I swallowed hard. My throat was wicked sore and I moved my hand unconsciously to rub it, except that I couldn't move my hand at all. It was secured tightly above my head, both of them.

Opening my eyes in a panic I yanked hard on the bedpost, trying to jerk my arms free. Looking around, I recognized the hotel room and I definitely recognized the sick fuck sitting to my left, looking at me with a weird amusement glowing in his eyes. Now I remembered the fight outside the hospital, his hand clamping down on my throat, his fangs...

Taking a deep breath I made myself lay still for a second, trying to relax but my whole body was still wicked tense. I did agree to trade me for Wes, but he'd fucking let me go. Was that just a game? Crazy pervert, way to take me off guard. Couldn't believe I was tied to a bed with the crazy version of my best friend, embarressed that I'd gotten myself into this situation.

"Thought you wanted to teach B a lesson." I said evenly, looking up at the ceiling.