When paths cross.

[justaprophecy]

I wanted to sleep. All I wanted was a few hours to chill and let shit calm down. Especially me. A nice hot bath with fruity oils and a good book just to let all my probs melt out of me.

So I went to the first nightclub I could find.

Screw the bath, I needed release. Nothing's better than being surrounded by people who either want you or want to

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[big_pile_o_dust]

"You know me.. all party girl. What can I say? I like to make the scene."

I huffed a bit at that. No, I actually didn't know her, only from what I'd been told - and now from that moment at the party where she'd gotten me so hard just from her naughty words whispered in my ear. Bitch.

She took another drag before handin' me the fag back, which was useless since there was nothin' left on it, so's I just threw it t'the ground and smashed it with the heel of my boot. Faith had quite the smug look on her face, though, and kept on talkin'.

"Don't take it personal, Sparky. I'm just messin'. But you did manage to get here.. and I need to get outta the village for a while."

Oh, if she called me Sparky just one more fuckin' time...

"Whaddya say? Help a girl out? Y'know, you scratch my back, I scratch your... you get the idea."

Well, this was interestin' in a few ways. One? A Slayer not tryin' t'bloody stake me. Two? She knew where Angel was at right now, I could tell, if I needed t'get back t'him and my gem. And three?

She was still flirtin' with me.

"Sure thing, pet," I purred back at her, holdin' out a hand t'help her off the bench and lead her t'some little apartment I was stayin' at after findin' out the people that were livin' there had recently gotten themselves killed.

"This way t'paradise," I smirked.

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My eyes were watchin' him, silently waiting for an answer. In the meanwhile my own brain was tickin' a bit, wonderin' why I was still debating over it. The words Angel gave me was still stickin' to me somehow and I was finding it hard to wash it off, metaphorically speaking. Guilt, maybe? More than likely. The whole feelin' of it was still pretty alien so I didn't have a fuckin' clue. I give the guy credit for puttin' up with me as long as he did. But really.. what choice did I have? This was the easiest route out. The redemption thing just didn't work.. I couldn't do it. Can't do it. I'm not like him.

It was hard. I didn't like hard. B's spotlight appearance didn't help much, I tell you that.

I sighed to myself, breathin' in mainly to try and collect the pieces before I went ballistic again. If I want to be carefree girl like I'm cravin' to be I had to get over this bullshit. That's what it was.. bullshit. I'm a Slayer, I'm supposed to be one of the two strongest chicks in the world. How can I be when I'm constantly surrounded by the people who enjoyed doggin' me down? Fine, I got issues. But c'mon. I played good guy for awhile and what happened? Buffy. All 'bout Buffy.. nothin' about Faith. I don't want to play runner-up.

It wasn't.. fair.

"Sure thing, pet," Spike suddenly chimed in and I blinked out of my thoughts, turnin' my full attention back to him. Gotta shove everything to the backburner, girl.. it's probably the booze.

"Great," I said in return, offering him a grin. He got up and passed a hand to me on which I took, almost fallin' back once before I successfully lifted myself up with him as my balance.. again.

"This way t'paradise.."

I tossed a look over my shoulder toward where Angel and all his crew were probably moppin' up the mess that started on top of that roof while I walked alongside Spike. "Ain't no such thing, Sparky," I said quietly to myself.