Home again, home again

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I opened up the door t'the place I'd been callin' 'home' for the past few weeks, and let Faith in first. Shuttin' it after me, I went t'the fridge and got me my pig's blood and drank it right-fast, then looked 'round for some more fags and possibly a beer

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When I stepped through the door my eyes immediatly swayed across and back throughout the room, takin' a swift scan of my surroundings. Sort of an instinct bein' a Slayer and all, knowing exactly where you're at and what's around.. all the time. You just never know what can happen anymore.. what can pop up. Hell, with my situation? It could be just 'bout anything -- supernatural or not. Always nice to know what will make good weapons and where's the nearest and fastest exit is just in case a situation called for it. All goes with the pre-planning.

Fuck, I really hate this looking over my shoulder bullshit.

"So..." Spike began, directing my attention back to him just in time to catch the beer that was tossed at me. I grinned approvingly at him, popping the cap off and takin' a swig. I was already soberin' up so this might kick me back a bit.. it just wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough.. not even an almost year long coma.

".. you're Faith. The black sheep of a Slayer what Buffy hates and all, hmm? Pity, really. Doesn't know what

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"So, come now. Tell Daddy here all your sad, sorry stories so's we can pass the time."

I was clingin' but I wasn't holding. It was like a wave of anger crashed through me so suddenly, leaving nothing but everything that's been going at me since I came here to Los Angeles. Everything that was pissing me off, everything that was hurting me.. knife to the fuckin' skin and fuel to my already burnin' fire. Without notice I took a nice, tight grip on Spike's neck and went to toss him to the floor without loosening my hold upon him, leaving me nice and steady on top. The fuckin' punk.. I was tired of this mentality game he was playin' in my head.

"What the hell do you think you're doin'?! Sorry stories? Oh man, Sparky, you haven't even begun on yours.."

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Faith was lookin' 'round, watchin' me every now and again like I was some bloody animal t'be hunted or... huh. Well, alright, suppose in her line of profession and all, I was, only she wasn't like Buffy.

Then again, she never got 'round t'stakin' me either. Either I have the best luck, or all the birds just find me irresistible.

I went for the latter.

"What insides? If I do have any in there, I feel nothing. This is what I was built for.. I kill. Having some morals? Not my problem."

"Uh-huh. Right," I smirked, takin' another nice sip and a quick drag while I tapped my foot impatiently for her t'talk. She must have somethin' t'talk 'bout, otherwise she wouldn't have followed me here. Could've gone anywhere, big city and all.

She's the one what chose t'come on home with a vampire

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I ignored any question he tried to toss at me. Was he trying to piss me off? If he was, he was doin' a pretty damn good job 'specially with him laying there and laughing at me. Fuck. "You... do realize that I don't breathe, right, pet?" he asked and I glared down at him, feeling my grip around his neck gettin' a little tighter. Sure, I knew.. hell, anyone with any remote knowledge on vampires knew. But I didn't care.. it felt good. It made me feel better. I think the only thing that was keepin' him from gettin' staked right then and there was him havin' the balls he shouldn't have for being a vampire that was at the bottom of the food chain. Gave him props for that.

The cockiness was gettin' kinda old, though. I wanted to smack that grin of his right off his face.

"And if you wanted foreplay, luv, all you had t'do was ask."He shifted a bit underneath me and I slammed my hips a little tighter against him, my teeth gritting against one another through my anger and fustration. "Wouldn't be worth my time," I shot back at him, ".. you're