The slow burn of this planet turning
"Funny how I didn't ask about you, and what about B?"
What the fuck was the Queen tweekin' out about now? Did she have another one of those vision things? I didn't even know how they worked, all I knew was that they used to be painful or something. Wes gave me the skinny on the psychic but never explained exactly how they worked. Was it like watchin' a movie in your head? Did everything she saw come true?
"I had a vision, Faith." She said quickly, suddenly striding towards the cabinet. She bent down below and started rooting through the cabinets there, her head disappearing behind the dark mahogany.
Rolling my eyes I marched over towards the counter, and slammed the pile of business cards down on the desk. "What about Buffy?!" I demanded. My temper was gettin' pretty short these days and I didn't have time to play read Cordelia's mind. None of my talks with Cordelia ever seemed to go well.
I looked down at the counter with a frown as Cordy slammed a stake down next to the business cards. "You have to stake Spike."
"What?!" I shook my head back and forth, dark eyes meeting hers for one second. She was serious, I could tell. "No. No fucking way, Cordelia! You already did this to me once, go find some other vampire slayer to do your dirty work!" I wouldn't do it, not a second time. I wasn't gonna do it. No. No. Didn't she know I already had guilt gnawing up my insides everynight when I closed my eyes? Everytime I thought about Angel.
"Faith, you have to. In my vision, Buffy...she was dead, her throat was slashed. I could feel her heart stopping. Spike kills her, I don't know how or why...but he does." I could tell just by the way she was talking that she wasn't completely sure, but I didn't care. I wasn't gonna do it. "We have to do something!"
"Something, sure." I agreed, my voice rising into a heated shout. "But we don't just have to go around staking everything that you have a vision about. Fuck you Cordelia. This is how we're gonna deal with everything? Count me right the fuck out!"
She sighed for a second and looked away. Finally, I was gettin' through to somebody. "You're right." She finally admitted, before plopping down into the stool behind the counter. "But it felt so real, Buffy is going to die unless we do something about it."
"Alright, look. I'll head over to Buffy's." That was a bad idea, a really fucking bad idea. Last time I'd been there I had to tell that I'd had to dust Angel. This time? I had to tell her that Spike was gonna kill her. "I'll tell her what's up, and she can take care of herself. B ain't exactly helpless. She's a slayer, she'll know what to do." Least that's what I could tell myself to make myself feel better. Nothin' better happen to Buffy, I didn't think I could stand to lose much more.
"That's a good plan." Cordelia finally relented, nodding at me slowly. "And hey at least you didn't hit me this time."
"Don't tempt me." I said in a dark voice, reaching out and picking up the stake off the counter. "I'll be back later." After I put the stake in my coat pocket I looked up and met Cordy's eyes for a split before turning around and breezing out the lobby door.
Thought about takin' C with me, cause at least then I'd have wheels. But as it was, Cordy was gettin' under my skin. She reminded me of all kinds of things that I just didn't wanna think about. I was pretty sure if I had to listen to her run her mouth anymore I'd pop her one good. Maybe hit her in the other eye this time. It wasn't gonna help though, wasn't gonna make me feel any better.
Thing I didn't get? Why the hell would Spike be killin' B? Then again, why not? It wasn't exactly like we knew anything about Spike. This Spike anyway, the Spike from that other world. Funny how he came from the world where I was the hero. Wondered how I got stuck in this reality, ex-con rogue slayer, all around naughty girl. Then I figured that Faith was dead, so maybe I did get the better deal. Cause I remembered bein' dead, and it sucked for real.
Didn't know what the what was, but then never stopped me from jumpin' in head first before. Who knows, maybe I'd get there and B'd just stab me in the gut again. Then Spike could kill her and the world would get a brand spankin' new slayer. Wouldn't that be somethin'.
Walking up the steps in B's apartment building, I thought it wasn't all that bad right? Rather go to an apartment filled with Red, Spike and B then sit at home with Fred and Cordy. Cordelia mostly just pissed me off, but Fred was weird. Sometimes, I swore I could hear her talkin' to herself. That ain't right yo. At least not talkin' to yourself that much.
I knocked on Buffy's door, before crossing my arms over my chest and waitin' for her to answer.
What the fuck was the Queen tweekin' out about now? Did she have another one of those vision things? I didn't even know how they worked, all I knew was that they used to be painful or something. Wes gave me the skinny on the psychic but never explained exactly how they worked. Was it like watchin' a movie in your head? Did everything she saw come true?
"I had a vision, Faith." She said quickly, suddenly striding towards the cabinet. She bent down below and started rooting through the cabinets there, her head disappearing behind the dark mahogany.
Rolling my eyes I marched over towards the counter, and slammed the pile of business cards down on the desk. "What about Buffy?!" I demanded. My temper was gettin' pretty short these days and I didn't have time to play read Cordelia's mind. None of my talks with Cordelia ever seemed to go well.
I looked down at the counter with a frown as Cordy slammed a stake down next to the business cards. "You have to stake Spike."
"What?!" I shook my head back and forth, dark eyes meeting hers for one second. She was serious, I could tell. "No. No fucking way, Cordelia! You already did this to me once, go find some other vampire slayer to do your dirty work!" I wouldn't do it, not a second time. I wasn't gonna do it. No. No. Didn't she know I already had guilt gnawing up my insides everynight when I closed my eyes? Everytime I thought about Angel.
"Faith, you have to. In my vision, Buffy...she was dead, her throat was slashed. I could feel her heart stopping. Spike kills her, I don't know how or why...but he does." I could tell just by the way she was talking that she wasn't completely sure, but I didn't care. I wasn't gonna do it. "We have to do something!"
"Something, sure." I agreed, my voice rising into a heated shout. "But we don't just have to go around staking everything that you have a vision about. Fuck you Cordelia. This is how we're gonna deal with everything? Count me right the fuck out!"
She sighed for a second and looked away. Finally, I was gettin' through to somebody. "You're right." She finally admitted, before plopping down into the stool behind the counter. "But it felt so real, Buffy is going to die unless we do something about it."
"Alright, look. I'll head over to Buffy's." That was a bad idea, a really fucking bad idea. Last time I'd been there I had to tell that I'd had to dust Angel. This time? I had to tell her that Spike was gonna kill her. "I'll tell her what's up, and she can take care of herself. B ain't exactly helpless. She's a slayer, she'll know what to do." Least that's what I could tell myself to make myself feel better. Nothin' better happen to Buffy, I didn't think I could stand to lose much more.
"That's a good plan." Cordelia finally relented, nodding at me slowly. "And hey at least you didn't hit me this time."
"Don't tempt me." I said in a dark voice, reaching out and picking up the stake off the counter. "I'll be back later." After I put the stake in my coat pocket I looked up and met Cordy's eyes for a split before turning around and breezing out the lobby door.
Thought about takin' C with me, cause at least then I'd have wheels. But as it was, Cordy was gettin' under my skin. She reminded me of all kinds of things that I just didn't wanna think about. I was pretty sure if I had to listen to her run her mouth anymore I'd pop her one good. Maybe hit her in the other eye this time. It wasn't gonna help though, wasn't gonna make me feel any better.
Thing I didn't get? Why the hell would Spike be killin' B? Then again, why not? It wasn't exactly like we knew anything about Spike. This Spike anyway, the Spike from that other world. Funny how he came from the world where I was the hero. Wondered how I got stuck in this reality, ex-con rogue slayer, all around naughty girl. Then I figured that Faith was dead, so maybe I did get the better deal. Cause I remembered bein' dead, and it sucked for real.
Didn't know what the what was, but then never stopped me from jumpin' in head first before. Who knows, maybe I'd get there and B'd just stab me in the gut again. Then Spike could kill her and the world would get a brand spankin' new slayer. Wouldn't that be somethin'.
Walking up the steps in B's apartment building, I thought it wasn't all that bad right? Rather go to an apartment filled with Red, Spike and B then sit at home with Fred and Cordy. Cordelia mostly just pissed me off, but Fred was weird. Sometimes, I swore I could hear her talkin' to herself. That ain't right yo. At least not talkin' to yourself that much.
I knocked on Buffy's door, before crossing my arms over my chest and waitin' for her to answer.