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I don't remember much, it was all so fucking fast.
Angelus was going to bite me, fucking bite me but that had been our plan all along. Get my blood into him all laced with the shit that could kill you. Hey, Slayers always die young, right? No big then, nothing to lose. Wes had asked me before, back at his place, and he'd had this fucking look in his eyes that set me off.
So much we didn't say about the past or hell, the future. We were both just quiet and I let him give me the needle so I could inject myself later. Wicked weird, that silence that sorta hung there as he drove me back to fight Angelus too. I kept taking the needle out and looking at it, thinking about the plan. Kill Angelus? No, out of the fucking question because of Angel. Angel had done so much for me, there was no fucking way I'd do that...
Yet...here I was. Holding the shit in my hands. Wes had warned me about everything and...whatever. If I couldn't bring back Angelus alive, I'd bring back Angelus dead. Well, me dead and him kinda suffering but you get the pic.
Wes had gone down...Fuck! I was getting the shit beat outta me again and I knew...I hadda do it. Just stick the needle into my leg to get it pumping through my blood and make myself a nice tasty treat for the motherfucker that wore Angel's face. My hand was shaking a bit as I pulled the needle out, ready to stick the shit into me. He kept trying to goad me, the way Wes had earlier, just pushing all those buttons that were fucking right there at the surface for everyone to see.
"Nothing will ever change who you are, Faith. You're a murderer, an animal...and you enjoy it. Just like me."
"You're wrong. I'm different now. I'm not like you."
I felt the tip of the needle pressing against the denim of my jeans...
Angelus was going to bite me, fucking bite me but that had been our plan all along. Get my blood into him all laced with the shit that could kill you. Hey, Slayers always die young, right? No big then, nothing to lose. Wes had asked me before, back at his place, and he'd had this fucking look in his eyes that set me off.
So much we didn't say about the past or hell, the future. We were both just quiet and I let him give me the needle so I could inject myself later. Wicked weird, that silence that sorta hung there as he drove me back to fight Angelus too. I kept taking the needle out and looking at it, thinking about the plan. Kill Angelus? No, out of the fucking question because of Angel. Angel had done so much for me, there was no fucking way I'd do that...
Yet...here I was. Holding the shit in my hands. Wes had warned me about everything and...whatever. If I couldn't bring back Angelus alive, I'd bring back Angelus dead. Well, me dead and him kinda suffering but you get the pic.
Wes had gone down...Fuck! I was getting the shit beat outta me again and I knew...I hadda do it. Just stick the needle into my leg to get it pumping through my blood and make myself a nice tasty treat for the motherfucker that wore Angel's face. My hand was shaking a bit as I pulled the needle out, ready to stick the shit into me. He kept trying to goad me, the way Wes had earlier, just pushing all those buttons that were fucking right there at the surface for everyone to see.
"Nothing will ever change who you are, Faith. You're a murderer, an animal...and you enjoy it. Just like me."
"You're wrong. I'm different now. I'm not like you."
I felt the tip of the needle pressing against the denim of my jeans...