Just finished dusting the last of those two vamps. Man! I missed this so much. Slaying, fighting, stakin' those vamps just gives a girl that good down low tingle. Or maybe that was just me. Actually I guess, now it was just me.
Leaning down I brushed some of the dust off of my jeans, or Cordy's jeans. Just as I was straightening back up I heard two familiar voices coming from the other side of the crypt. Fuck me. Cordy and Wes came lookin' for me? What were they? My guardians? Nothin' like tradin' in one prison for another.
Still staying hidden I rolled my eyes as Wesley took on the vamp that was holding Cordelia hostage. I could swoop in and save 'em but I sorta like that desperate look. Besides, serves 'em right for comin' all the way out here to babysit me.
Just as Wesley dusted the vamp that was sweet on Queen C, another one started to come up on him behind. Okay, guess the game was up and I might as well say hey, and possibly fuck you.
Sauntering out from around the crypt I grabbed the vamp just as it reached Wesley and yanked him around hard, before shoving a stake straight through his chest.
"Lookin' for me?" I asked, looking back up at Cor and Wesley.
Wesley finally got the creep off of me and threw me to the ground in the process. Guess that was better than being dead in the long run, and he did kill them. I am about to get up when I see Faith behind Wesley and for a moment I thought she was going to whack him one, but then she grabbed a vamp and staked him.
"No, we're out here for our health and well being." I say pushing up from the ground and brushing off my slacks. "Nice timing, you sure you weren't off hiding in a bush somewhere happy we were in this situation?" I heard Wesley groan at my tone and I just flashed him a look and he held his hands up and just stood there.
"Yes Faith, we were out looking for you, we kind of oh yano need your help." I say in a biting tone. "So we decided to endanger ourselves to come out here to get you and drag you back to the motel so we can be a team. You out here, Angelus snack and no one will live with two turned Slayers. So cut the shit and let's get back to the motel."
I turn and look at Wesley, bending down I pick up my stake and stalk off through the cemetary, if anything jumped out I'd kill it dead. I just wanted to go to sleep in one piece with a team that maybe gave us a chance of getting out of here alive, instead I almost die and she finds it amusing.
"Come on!" I say turning back around when I didn't hear footsteps behind me.
"You're welcome," I mutter. Glancing over at Faith I shoot her a look and scowl. Show off. Sighing, I sling my shot gun over my shoulder and retract the stake back in its sheath on my wrist. At Cordy's tone I bow gracefully, "Yes, your Majesty. We're right behind you." Or well, I am, I'm not sure about Faith.
Shrugging, I push my free hand in my pocket and start to walk after Cordelia, keeping my eyes open. Just in case something else gets it in their stupid head to make a jump at us. Cordy is quite fast on those shoes. That always sort of impressed me, right now it amuses me. Still Cordelia underneath it all.
I glance behind me to see if Faith is following us. I've no idea what to say to her. Anything we say will probably be wrong now anyway. I tried my best when I visited her in jail, though I had actually gotten some sort of understanding. But obviously I was wrong. She still sees me and Cordelia as the way we were some years ago. Thinks we're going to feed her as bait toward Angelus and Buffy. She's so very wrong there.
She changed, Cordy changed, I changed. We need to work together if we want to have even an inkling of a chance to take down Buffy and Angelus. But right now we have so many issues between the three of us I don't see that actually happening. If we keep this up those two will have no problem taking *us* down instead.
At first I didn't know what it was, maybe it was just years of havin' orders barked out at me. If I didn't follow I'd only get my ass beat later, but this wasn't prison. I mean, they were tryin' to make it like prison but it wasn't. So at first I found myself tagging along quietly.
Then I sorta got to thinking, and the more thinking I did the more pissed off I got. Who the FUCK did Cordelia Chase think she was ordering around here? Maybe she could order around prissy little Englishmen, but I was not her bitch and when she said jump I was more likely to punch her in that perfect little face than ask how high.
Thought about just bailing on these two right here and now. I'd find Giles maybe, Red, Xander, the gang. They probably wouldn't be ecstatic to see me, but they'd be happy to have a slayer on their side. I'd do the job and ditch these two uptight bitches. Fuck! I was so pissed off I really wanted to hit something.
Couldn't exactly bail and leave these two rejects out here to defend themselves against hellmouth vamps. Sure, Wes wasted that one vamp but Cor was just walking talking bait. Clenching my jaw I followed them all the way to the hotel room before closing the door behind me.
Turning around I set angry eyes on Cordelia. "Let me say it again once more for those of us in our T.V. audience who aren't paying attention. I am not your bitch. The next time you give me an order like that? Will be your last? Got me?" I practically growled at her. Were the two of them even listening to me at all earlier? What the fuck. And where was Watcherboy when a girl needed a little backup huh? No, he had to side with everyone else just like he always does.
We arrived in the room and Faith closed the door behind her, I turned and looked at her because I felt her eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I put my hands on her hips and listened to her little tirade before it just got really old, and when she growled at me... oh, it's on.
"Let's see if you get me Faith." I said just as angry as her, taking a step toward her. "We are here for the same thing, not to run off and be selfish babies and get our slay on. You talk about being weak and rusty so yes, god forbid we may be worried about you. We came out there because we care what happens to you Faith, so get off your moral high horse when you don't even have one to ride."
I turned away from her for a moment, trying to not be so upset, knowing that tensions in this room were so high because we all missed Buffy and we wouldn't let each other show it. I let out a sigh and turn back to her.
"Can we just get along and not try to rip each others eyes out until this job is done?" I say through gritted teeth. "Maybe not threaten each other and just oh I dunno... be civil?"
Oh wonderful, now I'm in the middle of a snark fight. Yes, yes, go team. Sighing, I walk after them into the hotel room and roll my eyes. Yes, keep it up ladies, this will really help us taking down Angelus and Buffy. And if they think I'm going to side with any of them, they can think again.
I've learned my lesson the hard way. I'm not taking any sides but my own. Maybe Faith does have a point. Don't let anyone get close. That'll only get you hurt. Or ones throat slit and ones friends lost. Putting the cross bow back in the bag, I listen to Cordelia rip Faith a new one.
I walk over to the sofa and watch them wearily. It's like a bloody tennis match. And to be honest, I've no idea who might win this fight. I'm not placing any bets. I might have a death wish, but that does not involve getting scratched to death while trying to break up a fight between Cordy and Faith. Their tongues are like razors and deadly, I don't care what anyone else says.
"You really just don't listen to a word anyone says, do you?" I asked, dark eyes glaring at Cordelia. Why wasn't Wesley backin' me up? or at least backing her up? Maybe he was a big scaredy cat, scared of a coupla girls. Guess me and C here were scary. "You just want me to tow the line and do exactly what you say. They got a word for people like you, hell they got a whole council of people like you across the ocean, maybe you should go to England."
She took a couple of steps closer to me, like I was gonna be the one to back down. Fuck her, she didn't know me for shit and I didn't ever wanna know her. All she did was piss me off something fierce. Taking another step towards her there was no way in hell I was backin' down.
"I don't need a moral high horse, after all it's your job around here to act all fucking holier than thou. Well ya know what? That shit ain't gonna fly with me. You want me to work with you? Fine, let me do my thing and give me some fucking space. I'm a slayer, I know what I'm doin', I'm callin' the shots. Got me now? Or should I start talkin' louder?"
I'm a slayer, I know what I'm doin', I'm callin' the shots. Got me now? Or should I start talkin' louder?
Every step she took closer I matched, until her tone dropped somewhere between the Anti-Christ and Satan himself, I backed off. I just wanted her to help and I was so jealous she knew Buffy was dead before us, and I felt so bad for leaving Buffy there alone. I just wanted to cry my eyes out and fall asleep, but I couldn't do that, so what do I do? I bitch. I'm good at it, but right now I just don't care.
"If you talk any louder we'll get thrown out." I say as I turn and sit on the bed, taking my shoes off, and curling under the covers on one side of the bed. "I'm going to sleep so this day will just be over with already." I let out a grumble and pull the covers up around my chin, facing the wall. When they slept, I'd cry.
Oh good god, why don't they both just shut up. This is not helping in any way. Why the hell did I come here again? Just because Cordy called? Why did I break Faith out of jail? Because Angel is in trouble? Why do I care? They left me, all of them. Yet, here I am, running like a good little Wesley to help them all out again.
Rolling my eyes, I'm very tempted to just walk out to find me some more vampires to take out. A nice fight might just be what I need right now. Maybe I'll get lucky and one of them actually takes me out. Because right now? I'm in a new hell.
Sighing, I move over to the bag with the books. I can't sleep anyway. On my way I pick up my glasses from the nightstand. "You're welcome to the sofa," I mutter at Faith. Like I care if she actually uses it. Sliding down the wall, I pull a book out of the bag and start to flip through. Anything to keep busy.
I shook my head at Cordelia as she lay down under the covers. Sure she liked to play big and bad outside but when it came time to play grown ups she had to run and hide under the covers. Sorry just had a hard time respecting a bitch like that. Maybe prison rubbed off on me too much. Shifting my eyes towards Wesley I waited for him to say something but his attention was completely on his books.
Great. This is what they dragged me back here for. Too sleep on a lumpy couch where they could keep an eye on me? Fuck them. I just didn't get how they couldn't see my point. I mean for once I got a valid one and still nobody's listening.
Without thinking about it I headed for the door. "I'll be back in a little while. This time...don't come lookin' for me. I don't need a babysitter." I said to Wesley, before disappearing outside the door.
I'd only walked them back to make sure they didn't get themselves killed anyway. I really was tryin' here, I mean I was keepin' a low profile, I'd be good while I got my slay on. Why couldn't they just chill?
With a sigh I headed back for the cemetary, stake gripped firmly in one hand.
Leaning down I brushed some of the dust off of my jeans, or Cordy's jeans. Just as I was straightening back up I heard two familiar voices coming from the other side of the crypt. Fuck me. Cordy and Wes came lookin' for me? What were they? My guardians? Nothin' like tradin' in one prison for another.
Still staying hidden I rolled my eyes as Wesley took on the vamp that was holding Cordelia hostage. I could swoop in and save 'em but I sorta like that desperate look. Besides, serves 'em right for comin' all the way out here to babysit me.
Just as Wesley dusted the vamp that was sweet on Queen C, another one started to come up on him behind. Okay, guess the game was up and I might as well say hey, and possibly fuck you.
Sauntering out from around the crypt I grabbed the vamp just as it reached Wesley and yanked him around hard, before shoving a stake straight through his chest.
"Lookin' for me?" I asked, looking back up at Cor and Wesley.
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"No, we're out here for our health and well being." I say pushing up from the ground and brushing off my slacks. "Nice timing, you sure you weren't off hiding in a bush somewhere happy we were in this situation?" I heard Wesley groan at my tone and I just flashed him a look and he held his hands up and just stood there.
"Yes Faith, we were out looking for you, we kind of oh yano need your help." I say in a biting tone. "So we decided to endanger ourselves to come out here to get you and drag you back to the motel so we can be a team. You out here, Angelus snack and no one will live with two turned Slayers. So cut the shit and let's get back to the motel."
I turn and look at Wesley, bending down I pick up my stake and stalk off through the cemetary, if anything jumped out I'd kill it dead. I just wanted to go to sleep in one piece with a team that maybe gave us a chance of getting out of here alive, instead I almost die and she finds it amusing.
"Come on!" I say turning back around when I didn't hear footsteps behind me.
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Shrugging, I push my free hand in my pocket and start to walk after Cordelia, keeping my eyes open. Just in case something else gets it in their stupid head to make a jump at us. Cordy is quite fast on those shoes. That always sort of impressed me, right now it amuses me. Still Cordelia underneath it all.
I glance behind me to see if Faith is following us. I've no idea what to say to her. Anything we say will probably be wrong now anyway. I tried my best when I visited her in jail, though I had actually gotten some sort of understanding. But obviously I was wrong. She still sees me and Cordelia as the way we were some years ago. Thinks we're going to feed her as bait toward Angelus and Buffy. She's so very wrong there.
She changed, Cordy changed, I changed. We need to work together if we want to have even an inkling of a chance to take down Buffy and Angelus. But right now we have so many issues between the three of us I don't see that actually happening. If we keep this up those two will have no problem taking *us* down instead.
Ah well. Go team.
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Then I sorta got to thinking, and the more thinking I did the more pissed off I got. Who the FUCK did Cordelia Chase think she was ordering around here? Maybe she could order around prissy little Englishmen, but I was not her bitch and when she said jump I was more likely to punch her in that perfect little face than ask how high.
Thought about just bailing on these two right here and now. I'd find Giles maybe, Red, Xander, the gang. They probably wouldn't be ecstatic to see me, but they'd be happy to have a slayer on their side. I'd do the job and ditch these two uptight bitches. Fuck! I was so pissed off I really wanted to hit something.
Couldn't exactly bail and leave these two rejects out here to defend themselves against hellmouth vamps. Sure, Wes wasted that one vamp but Cor was just walking talking bait. Clenching my jaw I followed them all the way to the hotel room before closing the door behind me.
Turning around I set angry eyes on Cordelia. "Let me say it again once more for those of us in our T.V. audience who aren't paying attention. I am not your bitch. The next time you give me an order like that? Will be your last? Got me?" I practically growled at her. Were the two of them even listening to me at all earlier? What the fuck. And where was Watcherboy when a girl needed a little backup huh? No, he had to side with everyone else just like he always does.
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"Let's see if you get me Faith." I said just as angry as her, taking a step toward her. "We are here for the same thing, not to run off and be selfish babies and get our slay on. You talk about being weak and rusty so yes, god forbid we may be worried about you. We came out there because we care what happens to you Faith, so get off your moral high horse when you don't even have one to ride."
I turned away from her for a moment, trying to not be so upset, knowing that tensions in this room were so high because we all missed Buffy and we wouldn't let each other show it. I let out a sigh and turn back to her.
"Can we just get along and not try to rip each others eyes out until this job is done?" I say through gritted teeth. "Maybe not threaten each other and just oh I dunno... be civil?"
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I've learned my lesson the hard way. I'm not taking any sides but my own. Maybe Faith does have a point. Don't let anyone get close. That'll only get you hurt. Or ones throat slit and ones friends lost. Putting the cross bow back in the bag, I listen to Cordelia rip Faith a new one.
I walk over to the sofa and watch them wearily. It's like a bloody tennis match. And to be honest, I've no idea who might win this fight. I'm not placing any bets. I might have a death wish, but that does not involve getting scratched to death while trying to break up a fight between Cordy and Faith. Their tongues are like razors and deadly, I don't care what anyone else says.
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She took a couple of steps closer to me, like I was gonna be the one to back down. Fuck her, she didn't know me for shit and I didn't ever wanna know her. All she did was piss me off something fierce. Taking another step towards her there was no way in hell I was backin' down.
"I don't need a moral high horse, after all it's your job around here to act all fucking holier than thou. Well ya know what? That shit ain't gonna fly with me. You want me to work with you? Fine, let me do my thing and give me some fucking space. I'm a slayer, I know what I'm doin', I'm callin' the shots. Got me now? Or should I start talkin' louder?"
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Every step she took closer I matched, until her tone dropped somewhere between the Anti-Christ and Satan himself, I backed off. I just wanted her to help and I was so jealous she knew Buffy was dead before us, and I felt so bad for leaving Buffy there alone. I just wanted to cry my eyes out and fall asleep, but I couldn't do that, so what do I do? I bitch. I'm good at it, but right now I just don't care.
"If you talk any louder we'll get thrown out." I say as I turn and sit on the bed, taking my shoes off, and curling under the covers on one side of the bed. "I'm going to sleep so this day will just be over with already." I let out a grumble and pull the covers up around my chin, facing the wall. When they slept, I'd cry.
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Rolling my eyes, I'm very tempted to just walk out to find me some more vampires to take out. A nice fight might just be what I need right now. Maybe I'll get lucky and one of them actually takes me out. Because right now? I'm in a new hell.
Sighing, I move over to the bag with the books. I can't sleep anyway. On my way I pick up my glasses from the nightstand. "You're welcome to the sofa," I mutter at Faith. Like I care if she actually uses it. Sliding down the wall, I pull a book out of the bag and start to flip through. Anything to keep busy.
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Great. This is what they dragged me back here for. Too sleep on a lumpy couch where they could keep an eye on me? Fuck them. I just didn't get how they couldn't see my point. I mean for once I got a valid one and still nobody's listening.
Without thinking about it I headed for the door. "I'll be back in a little while. This time...don't come lookin' for me. I don't need a babysitter." I said to Wesley, before disappearing outside the door.
I'd only walked them back to make sure they didn't get themselves killed anyway. I really was tryin' here, I mean I was keepin' a low profile, I'd be good while I got my slay on. Why couldn't they just chill?
With a sigh I headed back for the cemetary, stake gripped firmly in one hand.
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