Thinkin'
I'd let Faith use the shower, seein' as how I was a proper gentleman and all, see, while I watched some shit on the telly, drank, and finished up my fags. Fuck. Now I'd have t'go steal some more.
She came out and we hadn't said but two words more, but I let her have the bed, too. Yeah, it was on account of a re-run of Passions on that Soap Channel ( Read more... )
She came out and we hadn't said but two words more, but I let her have the bed, too. Yeah, it was on account of a re-run of Passions on that Soap Channel ( Read more... )
Nothin' in SunnyHell, nothin' t'the ponce... and now nothin' t'Faith.
Wait. Why did I care again? Shit.
"Christ! ... what the fuck, man?!"
Just sat there and raised a brow at her, watchin' the little temper tantrum before a snicker escaped my lips. Actin' like a soddin' child, she was. Then again, I had a hundred plus years on her, so I suppose that wasn't entirely untrue.
"What are you, some sick stalker? How long you been sittin' there watching me sleep? Do you just take pleasure in scaring people?"
"Uh... VAMPIRE, pet," I smirked, leanin' back in the couch with my arms spread out and my legs... well, also spread out. Dunno why, wasn't like she was goin' t'come and kneel before me anytime soon.
Why was I thinkin' that? FUCK!
"T'answer your many questions, yes I've stalked people. It's called fun, somethin' that apparently you're sorely lackin' these days when you're not out dancin' up a storm like a stripper. How long?" I shrugged. "Wasn't exactly countin' the hours, luv. And do... I... take... pleasure?"
The last bit rolled off my lips slowly like honey as my tongue curled in my mouth, eyes takin' in the curves she'd tried t'hide with a shirt that did very little except not hide her lovely little body from me.
"Yeah, I do," was the reply before I leaned forward, arms restin' on my knees. "Why? You scared of me? Wouldn't think a big badass Slayer like you would be."
Ignorin' the rest of her statement, I chose t'answer the bit 'bout the coffee instead. "Dunno. Have a look 'round the kitchen... s'not like I drink the shit, anyway." I watched her move, did my best not t'think 'bout her, and then tried t'figure out why the bloody hell I was still doin' so.
"Bad dream?"
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I arched a brow at him and the way he looked -- all slouched and PMSed out -- fighting the twitch of a grin tuggin' to the corner of my lips. Fuck it. I grinned like a madwoman. "Wow. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the coffin this mornin'." Seemed like someone else had a rough night from the looks and I was still in the process of tryin' to shake off those twisted images that I saw in my dream last night.
"T'answer your many questions, yes I've stalked people. It's called fun, somethin' that apparently you're sorely lackin' these days when you're not out dancin' up a storm like a stripper. How long? Wasn't exactly countin' the hours, luv. And do... I... take... pleasure?"
... are we learning dramatics now? I walked and leaned back against the kitchen counter, propping my elbows upon the surface just in time to catch his wanderin' eyeballs gettin' all touchy-feely on me. Just because I can be a really bad fuckin' tease I pulled myself up onto the counter to sit on it, my t-shirt pulling upward to the tops of my thighs to bare my strong, smooth legs. Then I crossed my ankles, left over right, just like a proper lady should.
"Yeah, I do. Why? You scared of me? Wouldn't think a big badass Slayer like you would be."
I narrowed my eyes when he leaned forward and my gaze turned away from him. I snorted and smirked with a feigned careless expression. "Yep. All us girl types are scared of neutered puppies," came a light chuckle, slapping the counter once with my hand before turning my eyes back upon him intently. I licked my lips, wonderin' if he was tryin' to get me all fired up again. Well, it was working like always, but if he wants to dish it out then he better take it. "It'd be pretty stupid of me to be scared of somethin' that wasn't even capable of hurting me, now wouldn't it?"
Using both my arms I pushed myself off and away from the counter and headed toward the kitchen, trying to see if the people who lived here before left anythin' behind when they took off. I opened cupboard to cupboard, drawer to drawer, and found nothin' but a couple of crumbs and half of a pack of Doublemint gum. Wicked disappointing.. but it was better than nothin'. I was fuckin' starving.
Popping a stick of gum in my mouth, I turned myself back around just in time to catch Sparky's question. Damn, I almost caught him lookin' at me again..
"Bad dream?"
I should've figured he'd notice that, 'specially with me tossin' and turning throughout the night. I just shrugged my shoulders thoughtlessly. "I guess you can call it that," I answered, sounding pretty nonchalant, "I get 'em sometimes just like everybody else. Skeletons in the closet, you know, that sorta deal." Might've bothered me a bit but I can do the 'don't care, I'm bored' act pretty darn good.
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I snorted as I got up and walked t'my duster, fishin' out my fags until I had one and lit it up, my eyes closin' shut at the feel of the nicotine runnin' through me. It was all I had these days besides the liquor, after all... God, how I missed human blood.
My eyes wandered t'Faith's neck and I thought briefly 'bout Slayer blood in that moment, that tiny moment, when everythin' I tried t'supress came back t'haunt me. "Wish that were true, luv, only I never got me any sleep." She gave me a wary expression t'which I simply shrugged. "Demon could've come on in, or some other nasty. Had t'do the gentlemanly thing of protectin' you while you slept," I winked.
'Course, that was when Faith decided t'tease me some more, showin' off the porcelein skin of hers that was almost as ghost-white as any vamp's. Wonder if the bird ever noticed the similarities, the obsession with death, the longin' t'live life t'its fullest...
"Yep. All us girl types are scared of neutered puppies. It'd be pretty stupid of me to be scared of somethin' that wasn't even capable of hurting me, now wouldn't it?"
Fuck. Had t'bring that up now, wouldn't she? I could've let her get me all riled up 'bout that, but instead I sucked in my breath and went for another tactic. "Yeah, it'd be fairly daft. Which makes me wonder exactly why you are scared." Like she could dismiss that fact... I'd seen it, seen her tossin' in her sleep.
She was worried 'bout somethin' she wouldn't admit.
I pressed on, "Besides, you said you'd help me get rid of this." Pointin' t'my temple, my head was tilted slightly t'the side as I took in every inch of her.
"And the feelin' is mutual, pet. Why should a vamp like me be scared of some fucked-up little Slayer who can't even stake a neutered vamp like me, hmm?"
Yeah, we'll see what she says t'that...
"I guess you can call it that. I get 'em sometimes just like everybody else. Skeletons in the closet, you know, that sorta deal."
"Uh-huh."
Yeah, we all got 'em, that wasn't the issue here though and she and I both knew it. Still, me bein' me, I pressed her a touch further than she probably wanted t'go.
"Your skeletons involve some little bird with blonde hair? Or maybe it's the Great Poofster, hmm?"
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My face hardened even more as his words went on.. especially after I heard that 'fucked up little slayer' bit. "Whoa, hey there, Sparky! Get your panties ruffled up? It ain't like I can't," I practically hissed, warning him loud and clear if he wanted his limbs to stay in tact he'll back the fuck off on the trek he's ridin', "I have no fuckin' problem doing such a thing. Just need you to stick around for a little longer, that's all." Hell, for all I care, he can crumble to dust right now. Girl's gotta keep reigns on her advantages, though. We can both help eachother gettin' Soulboy outta of our hair and I can get a smooth ride on outta dodge. What he does with his newfound freedom? Whatever. So long as he's not nippin' at my heels.
I need a smoke. Not even awake thirty minutes and I'm already fumin' like I've been goin' toe t' toe with a vampire for hours. Well, it was what I was sorta' doin', minus the whole hours and flying punches. If it wasn't for little Willy here being neutered I'd probably throw down with him right here and now.. but it's no fun when he can't fight back. No pain, no gain, right?
"Your skeletons involve some little bird with blonde hair? Or maybe it's the Great Poofster, hmm?"
Fuck, why's it always gotta be about them? I sucked a hard breath through my teeth and glared at him harder, crossing my arms in front of me so I didn't "accidentally" slip and sock him in the eye. Did he just.. enjoy hearing my sob stories about them? Gettin' off on my misery? "Nada to do with either of 'em," I answered cooly, trying to let go of my tensed expression, "in fact, all my shit? Hardly has anything to do with them. So let's leave out the whole Jeopardy time with Buffy and Angel, capiche?" Okay, maybe that was a lie. Maybe it does involve both of them. B and Angel who tried to save me before I went slidin' down on my dangerous spiral. B who gave up after she realized she couldn't help me. Soulboy who just.. refused to give up on me. One lost their faith in me, the other had too much of it. What a pain in the ass.
Had to get away from that. Tired of this hurting and all this pain. I wished for it all to just stop and quit existing. Only way to do that is to shove both of them out of my life. Long as they were in it all I was gonna hear was preacher this and preacher that. That scene's run so dry. Tried the movin' thing. Everywhere I went I seemed to just keep on gettin' pulled right back 'cause of one thing or another. Always needed the "spare tire" of a Slayer. Nope. 'bout the only thing I could figure at this point was to do something a bit more permanent. Not that I didn't appreciate everything they tried t' do for me. I really did. But now the shit just would not go away! Part of me didn't want to do what was formin' in my head.. but the most of me? Yeah, I'd regret it now and then. Mainly because all the anger and guilt feelings caused by them was the most I had left in me. But y'know? I think I can get over it.
That's it.
My face was quick to move from pissed off to.. don't give a fuck. It was time to hit two birds with one stone and hopefully get Spike to shut his trap for once. I was gettin' pretty tired of the word punches. Time to toss some real ones around. "I think I know how to get rid of your chip," I said with a wry grin, tilting my chin up, "and pop off the Soulboy at the same time."
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"Now you're soundin' like a bloke what can't get his cock up straight," I muttered under my breath. Eh, she probably heard me anyways. I really didn't care one way or the other.
"I have no fuckin' problem doing such a thing. Just need you to stick around for a little longer, that's all."
"Really? Well, then, luv, seems like I'll be stickin' 'round just t'see how long it'll take you t'put it t'me," I smirked, movin' in closer t'her and wantin' t'touch her skin so bad... just curious, of course. Wondered how she felt, all that warmth runnin' through her, all that fire... I never got t'touch her before, not really, when she was teasin' me.
Wondered if the blood runnin' through her was warmer than the Slayer's...
And, was it just me, or was Faith gettin' riled up 'bout the Poofster and Blondie? Well now, wasn't this interestin'...
"Nada to do with either of 'em... in fact, all my shit? Hardly has anything to do with them. So let's leave out the whole Jeopardy time with Buffy and Angel, capiche?"
I gave in t'my urge and let the back of my knuckles brush against her arm, all crossed tight-like as she tried t'be high and mighty with me. "Really? Good t'know that, pet." Figured it was all a lie, but I let it go. There were more important things goin' on in her face, her stance, right now. I watched the colors in her eyes changin' as her thoughts flowed quickly, and the pulse... oh fuck, the pulse on her neck was so invitin'... didn't want t'kill her for some soddin' reason, though. Just... wanted a taste.
And oddly enough, I wanted t'know if she'd like it.
She tilted her chin up slightly t'me, barin' her neck even more, and I licked my lips as I leaned in closer... yeah, I'm not that bright. She could stake me at anytime, and with the chip? I was defenseless.
Somethin' 'bout all of that made it too fuckin' hot t'pass up. My lips found her neck and I pressed my tongue flat against her skin...
"I think I know how to get rid of your chip, and pop off the Soulboy at the same time."
"Do you, now?" I murmured on her skin, my arms wrappin' 'round hers until she was pinned on account of keepin' her own arms wrapped tight-like. If she really had a plan, then, well... bully for us. No chip meant I could be what I wanted, and Angel? Well, he was just a bonus. "Always did love torturin'," I continued as my lips moved t'her cheek, waitin' for her t'push me away before I finished with, "Angel."
Fuck, this was torture t'me and she probably could tell that. What the hell was it with me and Slayers, anyways? Yeah, I'm a sadist and all, but even I got t'wonder how far I'm willin' t'go sometimes...
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Fuck.
I hissed in a breath, closing my eyes. Damn he must'a had the big balls to pull this shit with me, especially after tellin' him I wasn't interested in the first place. But by the heat risin' a few degrees warmer between my thighs I could tell he was about to prove me wrong. "Do you, now?" he asked, feelin' his arms wrap tight around me. Still couldn't get myself to squirm.. in a bad way..
"Always did love torturin'," he said while slidin' his lips to my cheek, causing an uncontrollable shiver to run up my spine. All this teasin' was doing nothing but pissing me off. "Angel."
The name was enough to give me what I needed. I let out a frustrated grunt as I pushed him away from me, stepping up and putting one hand on his shoulder while I used all of my strength to shove him hard against the wall behind his ass. "Bet you liked to do all sorts of naughty kinks to Angel." I growled at him through heavy breaths, my hand gripping into his shirt a little tighter. Now I had a choice here. I could either kick his ass and be more pissed off since I would have to finish what he started.. or just give in and give 'im what he wants. What the fuck. Since when was thinkin' one of my better qualities? To hell with it. I want, I take, I have. There's gotta be some reason that 'kept B with all the lustin' towards Angel after only one lay. I got two words: supernatural stamina.
Without even another word I pressed my lips roughly against his, grinding my body hungrily into him. I was all ready to go. The blood was flowin' and my heart was racing. All these months without sexual contact? It's bound to drive a girl fucking mad. He's shown again and again how much he wanted to fuck a Slayer... and I was goin' to show him exactly why.
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