Faith's grip on my body increased, making me fight to keep from sitting up and throwing her across the room. Breathed deeply through my nose, inhaling her scent and willing myself to calm back down. Don't hurt her, not now. Then she answered my question and I opened my eyes, looking at her face. I tried to see if this was some sort of a trick, but I didn't think it was
( ... )
Instantly I loosened my grip on him at his request. Didn't wanna make him mad, wanted to be good. My feet already hurt wicked bad and I didn't want anything bad to happen. Wanted him to stay calm, but I felt anything but calm. Felt panicked, shaking me all the way down to my core and back up to the surface of my skin again. Hurt
( ... )
I was getting very drowsy. Could still feel the rage, but it wasn't screaming any more. Only one other person had ever made me calm down like this, and she'd done it through pain. I wasn't used to anyone being nice, even if she was forcing herself to do it. After what I'd done, this had to be at least partly out of fear
( ... )
"I know." I replied automatically for about the tenth time. He only hurt me because he loved me. Shit. We were startin' to sound like a wicked psycho after school special or some pamphlet you could find at a homeless shelter for women. This went beyond that, because those men? They had souls, even when they were doing all that fucked up shit. He was human, but he had no soul. Nothing but black nothing
( ... )
I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Hadn't been this relaxed in ages. I'd never be able to keep myself under control like this for the rest of the time we were together, but if we could do something like this every night, she'd be able to rest and heal in her sleep. Work on fixing her body during the day, her mind at night
( ... )
Wake him up? Yeah right, did I look like I had another death wish? I'd just...fend for myself until he woke up again. Kinda hard to do that when you can't walk, but I'd manage I always did. Was too afraid to move until I heard his heart slow in his chest and his breathing deepen. He was asleep and now I was free, at least momentarily. It shocked the hell outta me that he trusted me, for the first night since I'd been with him. Trusted me not to slit his throat in his sleep. Dammit, the urge was fucking strong too. Kinda sucked that I'd have to crawl anywhere to get any kind of weapon. Better not. Better wait. Better hope tomorrow wasn't a repeat of today
( ... )
Woke up and found myself still whole and breathing. She hadn't tried to kill me in my sleep, at least not that I could remember. Bet it had been very tempting though. I glanced over at her sleeping form and smiled. Didn't think she'd really be all that gung-ho about walking around today, but the sooner she got back on her feet, the sooner she'd get used to that pain
( ... )
When I woke up, it was to the faint sound of yelling. My heart immediately pounded loudly in my chest and my eyes flew open waitin' to defend myself against the next succession of blows. But they never came, and I realized that the noise had been the TV. Some movie on and people were yellin' at eachother. Not real. Not real. Took me a minute but I calmed down, my breathing and heartbeat slowing down to a reasonable pace. Glancing next to me I realized that Angelus had already gotten up and gone....somewhere. Could vaguely hear the sound of flesh meeting fabric forcefully down the hallway. The training room
( ... )
He never moved like I did, never let himself be free while did anything. Always holding back, never using his full strength. Afraid and disgusted of what he was, of who we were. It was as if he would become me just by letting loose every once in a while. But what he never understood was that he was me. He was me wearing a false face. He had done things that even I wouldn't do and hadn't felt guilty about it
( ... )
Was I up to playing more of his psychotic games? The answer was a big fucking no, but it looked like I didn't have much choice cause suddenly I was snatching one of the kendo sticks out of the air. My fingers closed around it quickly and deftly and I narrowed my eyes at it. I hadn't thought about it, just reacted. Maybe he was right, I mean...I still remembered all the moves. Just wasn't fast and strong like I used to be. But it was all in my head, it was still there. I was still a slayer, even if I didnt' feel like one
( ... )
Why wasn't she fighting back? All I saw was confusion and it started to seriously piss me off. Not a good thing to do when I had a kendo stick in my hands. These things could do a hell of a lot of damage. Not just bruise flesh, but break bones, dislocate shoulders, and even put someone's eye out.
I launched myself at her and Faith blocked every one of my swings. She was moving backwards though, almost running away from me. In a moment I had her up against the wall. I brought the stick up, putting it across her throat, adding just enough pressure for her eyes to widen. Now I knew why she was holding back on me.
"I give you permission to fight back. Make me bleed, Faithy." I moved my bare feet until they were on top of hers, pushing them down against the floor. She gasped in pain and I fought the urge to really grind down. "I'm going to take a step back, and if you don't come at me with everything you've got, you'll be very sorry." I took a couple of steps back, balancing on the balls of my feet, and waited.
The stick grinded against my throat and I swallowed hard, tryin' to breathe slowly, but I gasped when his feet grinded down on the bruised flesh. Fuck! Make him bleed? I'd fucking kill him. What was it about that that he didn't get? Course he did seem to get off on me bein' all kinds of pissed off at him sometimes
( ... )
There we go, that's what I wanted to see. Not just the hate, but the fire that had been missing. She came at me just like I'd asked and I blocked everything, but could feel the blows all the way up to my shoulders. Faith could remember how to fight, and right now she wasn't weak. ALmost looked like her old self again
( ... )
I was about to say something to him when his lips pressed down on mine hard, so hard I could feel my teeth digging into his lips. Should bite down wicked hard and see if that was what he wanted. After all, he did tell me that I should make him bleed. But I didn't, just watched him as he pulled away from me. He always had to be on top. Was that what he was tryin' to prove to me? I bet him down so now he had to show me who was wearin' the big Daddy pants? Fuck him
( ... )
What I really wanted to do right now was fuck her brains out, but I really didn't think the feeling was mutual. There was plenty of time for that to happen. With a chuckle, I slowly rolled off of her and got to my feet. Reached out my hand and helped her up, paying attention to how much she limped. Feet had to be feeling even worse now
( ... )
Wasn't as good this time, and maybe I had worn myself out already. Got so tired so easily now. But his weapon finally nailed me in the shoulder and I heard it pop back out of the joint again. Gasping, I barely had time to do anything before he had pushed me back to the wall and he slammed his hand against my shoulder. Almost had to bite my tongue off not to scream. He liked it when I screamed too much and if I started he would want me to keep goin'. So instead I just gasped and looked up at him through wide dark eyes
( ... )
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I launched myself at her and Faith blocked every one of my swings. She was moving backwards though, almost running away from me. In a moment I had her up against the wall. I brought the stick up, putting it across her throat, adding just enough pressure for her eyes to widen. Now I knew why she was holding back on me.
"I give you permission to fight back. Make me bleed, Faithy." I moved my bare feet until they were on top of hers, pushing them down against the floor. She gasped in pain and I fought the urge to really grind down. "I'm going to take a step back, and if you don't come at me with everything you've got, you'll be very sorry." I took a couple of steps back, balancing on the balls of my feet, and waited.
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