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Slippin' my hand outta her hair, I let it slide down and wrap tightly around her throat. I licked my lips, wishin' I could just snap her pretty little neck. But I couldn't.
No, somebody changed the game up on me. Made all these fuckin' ghosts haunt me and fuck with me. Bitchin' and whinin' about what I did to them. Hello? Evil here. Unless somebody forgot that little fact.
Blondie here knew Buffy and she was gonna be my ticket into that Hotel. Figured if I had her, then nobody would try and stake my ass.
I leaned my face close to hers, whisperin' by her ear.
"Sorry 'bout this baby, but you got somethin' I need and as long as I got you they can't do shit to me. So, just play it cool and nobody gets hurt. Got it?"
She nodded.
"Good girl. Now let's fuckin' get outta here before the sun comes up. If that happens, I got big problems."
Funny how those voices shut up when I'm hell bent on gettin' to the hotel. I got a feelin' they ain't gone for long though. So, I gotta move quick. Not just because of the sun, but if they ain't fuckin' with me then I ain't seemin' like I've totally lost my mind.
I moved through the streets, headin' towards what I hoped was answers. Wes and his fuckin' book smarts better fuckin' know what the fuck is goin' on here. Red, Giles, Fred. Somebody had to know.
Unless...
No, that can't be it. Can it? Red's big with the mojo, maybe she did somethin' to me.
If that's what it is, somebody's gonna fuckin' pay.
I kept draggin' Blondie with me as I got closer. My eyes caught sight of that dumpster. The one I'd thrown that fuckin' geek in.
Thanks for giving me such a hero's ending Faith. You could've at least made it something cool. Like when Luke fought Vader and ....
I shook the voice outta my head.
"Not now kid. I got a mission here." I whispered to myself, steppin' into the garden area of the hotel.
"Showtime Blondie. Here's where we get the answer to the million dollar question."
Shovin' the doors open, I threw Blondie in, watchin' her tumble down the few stairs that led down to the lobby before I stepped inside.
"Guess who's comin' to dinner?" I swaggered in, standin' in the center of the lobby lookin' around. "I'm fuckin' starvin' too." I nodded. "So, who's on the menu?"
I smirked, closin' my eyes for a sec as I heard the whispers start again.
"Buffy..." I called out all sing song-y, startin' to feel 'em crawlin' inside my brain. "Come out, come out wherever you are."
Nobody's gonna save you Faith. Just like nobody saved us.
"B!" I screamed out, more desperate this time as my hands grasped the sides of my head. "Fuckin' help me!"
((Open to Buffy, Willow, Wesley and anyone else in the lobby))
Slippin' my hand outta her hair, I let it slide down and wrap tightly around her throat. I licked my lips, wishin' I could just snap her pretty little neck. But I couldn't.
No, somebody changed the game up on me. Made all these fuckin' ghosts haunt me and fuck with me. Bitchin' and whinin' about what I did to them. Hello? Evil here. Unless somebody forgot that little fact.
Blondie here knew Buffy and she was gonna be my ticket into that Hotel. Figured if I had her, then nobody would try and stake my ass.
I leaned my face close to hers, whisperin' by her ear.
"Sorry 'bout this baby, but you got somethin' I need and as long as I got you they can't do shit to me. So, just play it cool and nobody gets hurt. Got it?"
She nodded.
"Good girl. Now let's fuckin' get outta here before the sun comes up. If that happens, I got big problems."
Funny how those voices shut up when I'm hell bent on gettin' to the hotel. I got a feelin' they ain't gone for long though. So, I gotta move quick. Not just because of the sun, but if they ain't fuckin' with me then I ain't seemin' like I've totally lost my mind.
I moved through the streets, headin' towards what I hoped was answers. Wes and his fuckin' book smarts better fuckin' know what the fuck is goin' on here. Red, Giles, Fred. Somebody had to know.
Unless...
No, that can't be it. Can it? Red's big with the mojo, maybe she did somethin' to me.
If that's what it is, somebody's gonna fuckin' pay.
I kept draggin' Blondie with me as I got closer. My eyes caught sight of that dumpster. The one I'd thrown that fuckin' geek in.
Thanks for giving me such a hero's ending Faith. You could've at least made it something cool. Like when Luke fought Vader and ....
I shook the voice outta my head.
"Not now kid. I got a mission here." I whispered to myself, steppin' into the garden area of the hotel.
"Showtime Blondie. Here's where we get the answer to the million dollar question."
Shovin' the doors open, I threw Blondie in, watchin' her tumble down the few stairs that led down to the lobby before I stepped inside.
"Guess who's comin' to dinner?" I swaggered in, standin' in the center of the lobby lookin' around. "I'm fuckin' starvin' too." I nodded. "So, who's on the menu?"
I smirked, closin' my eyes for a sec as I heard the whispers start again.
"Buffy..." I called out all sing song-y, startin' to feel 'em crawlin' inside my brain. "Come out, come out wherever you are."
Nobody's gonna save you Faith. Just like nobody saved us.
"B!" I screamed out, more desperate this time as my hands grasped the sides of my head. "Fuckin' help me!"
((Open to Buffy, Willow, Wesley and anyone else in the lobby))