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.
I swung the kendo stick, listening to it whistle through the air, my arms moving faster. Wasn't as strong as I used to be, but I was slowly building myself back up. Spun, thrusting the stick towards th wall and that's when I saw her there, watching me. How long had Faith been there? Why hadn't I noticed before? I'd been lost in what I was doing, too distracted by my own actions.
Breathing hard, I walked over to her, wiping the sweat from my eyes. She shouldn't be standing on those feet, that had to hurt like hell. That's my girl. "You up to doing some training?" I tossed the kendo stick to her and then turned around, grabbing another one off the wall. Rolled it around in my hand, getting used to the weight, moving back towards where I'd been working out before.
Glanced over my shoulder to see her slowly following me, trying very hard not to limp. When I faced her, there was a very small smile on my face. I didn't think she'd be much of a challenge yet, but I could see what she had and build on it. "Forget that you're weaker than you used to be. Clear your mind of everything but that hate that I see in your eyes. Use the pain in your feet, in your battered body. Feed off of it, channel it through your arms, and come at me."
I swung the stick at her, and she managed to bring her own up in time to block a blow to her shoulder. "That was good. If I don't think you're trying your best to attack me, then I'll just have to punish you again." Maybe try out that little box. This time my smile was bigger, and I did a little 'bring it' gesture at her.
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.
He swung his stick at me, and I instantly lifted mine to block it from pounding into my shoulder. Just instinct. Had to follow my instincts, but I was afraid it would land me back in the trunk or worse. Because he wanted me to come at him full force but if I hurt him I knew my ass was as good as grass...or sand since we were in the desert.
Swallowing hard I tilted my chin up to look into his face when he gestured for me to attack him. Was he crazy?! Okay, that was obviously a stupid question for real. I didn't...I didn't know what to do and I was pretty sure he saw the confusion in my face cause he came at me again. The stick jutting out at me as he came closer and closer. Systematically I blocked every single attack until he'd backed me into a wall.
"You told me not to." I said quietly. "I don't know what to do." I felt helpless and stupid because really I wanted to beat him over the head with the stick in my hand until he stopped moving. But I was scared. Always so fucking scared. Hated it. Hated him. My feet already hurt wicked bad, I didn't need him smacking the shit outta me again. Just had to tow the line, except the line kept changin' and shifting. Confused.
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.
I didn't give him time to recover. He wanted me to fight? Then I'd fight, and I wouldn't hold back. He told me to, only had himself to blame. Not that it mattered when I pissed him, didn't matter whose fault it was then cause he'd still kick my ass. 'Cept now he wanted me to fight back. So I swung the stick at his head, only to have him block it. This time I came at him, attack after attack which he kept blocking. I remembered it and now it seemed easy. Ignoring the screaming of my feet, I kept goin' at him, watchin' him carefully.
Finally I faked right and went left instead. The stick crashed into his ribs and sent him staggering to the side. I didn't give him time to recover, instead I hit him again. Again and again before dipping the stick down and catchin' him behind his feet. He fell hard to the floor and I knocked the stick out of his hands. Standin' over him I pressed the tip of my kendo into his throat hard, keepin' him locked on the floor. For now anyway.
"That what you wanted?" I asked him curiously, tryin' hard to keep the smug satisfaction out of my voice.
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.
Her stick got me in the ribs and she kept raining down blows before finally knocking me off my feet. My back hit the floor and I was breathing hard when Faith knocked my own weapon from my hands. I looked up at her and waited to see if she would try to finish me off. Didn't even want to swallow with that tip pressed up against my skin.
Not only did my ribs hurt, but there were going to be bruises in other places. Very slowly, a smile crossed my lips as I kept my eyes on hers. "That's exactly what I wanted." Look at her, all smug and pleased with herself. Had to do something about that.
My hand darted out, wrapping around her ankle. I twisted my body, bringing her to the floor. Was on top of her in a heart beat, tossing the stick away. Pinned her arms to the floor with my knees. "Didn't feel weak at all, did you? Told you how strong you were." Leaning in, I kissed her hard enough to taste blood before pulling away. I licked my lips. "You did very good, Faith. Up for another round, or you want some breakfast first?"
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.
Still layin' flat on my back was preferable to standing up with the way my feet kept stingin'. He was makin' me rise above it though, blockin' it out and makin' it work for me at the same time. Wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until he passed out and see how he liked it. Kinda hard to do when your arms are pressed into the floor. He was heavy too. Wanted him off.
Calmly I looked up into his face, before running my tongue against my bottom lip. Could taste the familiar coppery tang of blood, before I let go of a deep sigh.
"I can go another round." I forced myself to say. It wasn't gonna be easy, cause my feet were killin' me. But I wanted it, wanted to fight him. Wanted to hurt him, wanted to get better, faster, stronger.
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.
I picked up her stick and then found mine. Stretched a little, wincing when my ribs pulled. Have to be careful now, she knew where I was hurt, would try to take advantage of that. Slid Faith's over to her and spun mine around in my hand. I was also getting tired, which wasn't good. Wish I still had that wonderful vampire stamina.
Waited until she'd picked the stick up and then I went at her again. The air was full of the sounds of wood hitting wood. Traded blows for a few minutes, with each of us seeming to get more pissed off as the fight went on. I barely missed her shoulder and she almost got me in the ribs again.
Dodged another swing and I brought the end of the stick around, catching Faith in her bad shoulder. She staggered a little and I did it again, really putting my weight into it. Heard that familiar popping sound and her arm went limp.
With a growl, I hit her in the chest, sending her backwards. I soon had her up against the wall, pinned by my body. The stick fell from her hand, rolling across the floor. Dropped my own and slammed my hand into her shoulder, making her cry out. "Game's over, Faithy. I win."
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.
I guessed that was the end of that little excercize then. He said he wanted me to hurt him before but I didn't think he really meant that. There was still some small sense of triumph when I'd pinned him to the floor with the stick pressed to his throat. I could jumped on it, leaned on with all my weight until bones cracked and popped. Why didn't I? Was it really cause I thought I'd be too slow?
Angrily I shoved him away with one hand, before reaching up and wincing at the pain in my shoulder. Grasping it with my good hand I yanked it back into place, and had to clamp my mouth shut not to scream out. Fuck! Why did he keep doin' that? Get a new trick, asshole.
"You always win." I shot back at him quickly, and I didn't know why I was bein' bad again. I wasn't being that bad but I'd probably already pissed him off. It was so easy to do. I'd scratch his face off if he came any closer to me. Fucking kill him. No more tying me down. I was too strong.
Wondered what he had in mind for next. Maybe it would just be breakfast time. That didn't sound so bad.
I swung the kendo stick, listening to it whistle through the air, my arms moving faster. Wasn't as strong as I used to be, but I was slowly building myself back up. Spun, thrusting the stick towards th wall and that's when I saw her there, watching me. How long had Faith been there? Why hadn't I noticed before? I'd been lost in what I was doing, too distracted by my own actions.
Breathing hard, I walked over to her, wiping the sweat from my eyes. She shouldn't be standing on those feet, that had to hurt like hell. That's my girl. "You up to doing some training?" I tossed the kendo stick to her and then turned around, grabbing another one off the wall. Rolled it around in my hand, getting used to the weight, moving back towards where I'd been working out before.
Glanced over my shoulder to see her slowly following me, trying very hard not to limp. When I faced her, there was a very small smile on my face. I didn't think she'd be much of a challenge yet, but I could see what she had and build on it. "Forget that you're weaker than you used to be. Clear your mind of everything but that hate that I see in your eyes. Use the pain in your feet, in your battered body. Feed off of it, channel it through your arms, and come at me."
I swung the stick at her, and she managed to bring her own up in time to block a blow to her shoulder. "That was good. If I don't think you're trying your best to attack me, then I'll just have to punish you again." Maybe try out that little box. This time my smile was bigger, and I did a little 'bring it' gesture at her.
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He swung his stick at me, and I instantly lifted mine to block it from pounding into my shoulder. Just instinct. Had to follow my instincts, but I was afraid it would land me back in the trunk or worse. Because he wanted me to come at him full force but if I hurt him I knew my ass was as good as grass...or sand since we were in the desert.
Swallowing hard I tilted my chin up to look into his face when he gestured for me to attack him. Was he crazy?! Okay, that was obviously a stupid question for real. I didn't...I didn't know what to do and I was pretty sure he saw the confusion in my face cause he came at me again. The stick jutting out at me as he came closer and closer. Systematically I blocked every single attack until he'd backed me into a wall.
"You told me not to." I said quietly. "I don't know what to do." I felt helpless and stupid because really I wanted to beat him over the head with the stick in my hand until he stopped moving. But I was scared. Always so fucking scared. Hated it. Hated him. My feet already hurt wicked bad, I didn't need him smacking the shit outta me again. Just had to tow the line, except the line kept changin' and shifting. Confused.
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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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I didn't give him time to recover. He wanted me to fight? Then I'd fight, and I wouldn't hold back. He told me to, only had himself to blame. Not that it mattered when I pissed him, didn't matter whose fault it was then cause he'd still kick my ass. 'Cept now he wanted me to fight back. So I swung the stick at his head, only to have him block it. This time I came at him, attack after attack which he kept blocking. I remembered it and now it seemed easy. Ignoring the screaming of my feet, I kept goin' at him, watchin' him carefully.
Finally I faked right and went left instead. The stick crashed into his ribs and sent him staggering to the side. I didn't give him time to recover, instead I hit him again. Again and again before dipping the stick down and catchin' him behind his feet. He fell hard to the floor and I knocked the stick out of his hands. Standin' over him I pressed the tip of my kendo into his throat hard, keepin' him locked on the floor. For now anyway.
"That what you wanted?" I asked him curiously, tryin' hard to keep the smug satisfaction out of my voice.
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Her stick got me in the ribs and she kept raining down blows before finally knocking me off my feet. My back hit the floor and I was breathing hard when Faith knocked my own weapon from my hands. I looked up at her and waited to see if she would try to finish me off. Didn't even want to swallow with that tip pressed up against my skin.
Not only did my ribs hurt, but there were going to be bruises in other places. Very slowly, a smile crossed my lips as I kept my eyes on hers. "That's exactly what I wanted." Look at her, all smug and pleased with herself. Had to do something about that.
My hand darted out, wrapping around her ankle. I twisted my body, bringing her to the floor. Was on top of her in a heart beat, tossing the stick away. Pinned her arms to the floor with my knees. "Didn't feel weak at all, did you? Told you how strong you were." Leaning in, I kissed her hard enough to taste blood before pulling away. I licked my lips. "You did very good, Faith. Up for another round, or you want some breakfast first?"
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Still layin' flat on my back was preferable to standing up with the way my feet kept stingin'. He was makin' me rise above it though, blockin' it out and makin' it work for me at the same time. Wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until he passed out and see how he liked it. Kinda hard to do when your arms are pressed into the floor. He was heavy too. Wanted him off.
Calmly I looked up into his face, before running my tongue against my bottom lip. Could taste the familiar coppery tang of blood, before I let go of a deep sigh.
"I can go another round." I forced myself to say. It wasn't gonna be easy, cause my feet were killin' me. But I wanted it, wanted to fight him. Wanted to hurt him, wanted to get better, faster, stronger.
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I picked up her stick and then found mine. Stretched a little, wincing when my ribs pulled. Have to be careful now, she knew where I was hurt, would try to take advantage of that. Slid Faith's over to her and spun mine around in my hand. I was also getting tired, which wasn't good. Wish I still had that wonderful vampire stamina.
Waited until she'd picked the stick up and then I went at her again. The air was full of the sounds of wood hitting wood. Traded blows for a few minutes, with each of us seeming to get more pissed off as the fight went on. I barely missed her shoulder and she almost got me in the ribs again.
Dodged another swing and I brought the end of the stick around, catching Faith in her bad shoulder. She staggered a little and I did it again, really putting my weight into it. Heard that familiar popping sound and her arm went limp.
With a growl, I hit her in the chest, sending her backwards. I soon had her up against the wall, pinned by my body. The stick fell from her hand, rolling across the floor. Dropped my own and slammed my hand into her shoulder, making her cry out. "Game's over, Faithy. I win."
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I guessed that was the end of that little excercize then. He said he wanted me to hurt him before but I didn't think he really meant that. There was still some small sense of triumph when I'd pinned him to the floor with the stick pressed to his throat. I could jumped on it, leaned on with all my weight until bones cracked and popped. Why didn't I? Was it really cause I thought I'd be too slow?
Angrily I shoved him away with one hand, before reaching up and wincing at the pain in my shoulder. Grasping it with my good hand I yanked it back into place, and had to clamp my mouth shut not to scream out. Fuck! Why did he keep doin' that? Get a new trick, asshole.
"You always win." I shot back at him quickly, and I didn't know why I was bein' bad again. I wasn't being that bad but I'd probably already pissed him off. It was so easy to do. I'd scratch his face off if he came any closer to me. Fucking kill him. No more tying me down. I was too strong.
Wondered what he had in mind for next. Maybe it would just be breakfast time. That didn't sound so bad.
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