Bates Motel / Sunday Morning
Buffy got up and left Bella's room shortly after Faith arrived, feeling embarrassed, and very confused. She made her way back to the motel, picked up her trunk from the desk clerk, and went to her room, running a hot bath, and sitting on the bed waiting for the tub to fill.
Suddenly, she got up, moved to the trunk, unlocked it, and removed from it a very large, long wooden box. Opening that, she removed the scythe. She held it reverently, turning it over in her hands, watching the light play off the titanium and blood-red metal. She ran her fingers over the petrified wooden stake at the bottom, and sighed.
Chosen two.
She wished Faith was there with her, not the Faith she just left, but the one she used to know, the one who stood with her there. Her sister slayer. This one just went and fucked up over and over a relationship she should hold sacred.
She shook her head to clear it, wrapping the scythe in it's velvet cloth, and placed it gently in it's case. Buffy walked to the trash can, fished her cigarettes out of it, and walked into the bathroom, stripping and sliding into the hot water.
[open for Faith]
Suddenly, she got up, moved to the trunk, unlocked it, and removed from it a very large, long wooden box. Opening that, she removed the scythe. She held it reverently, turning it over in her hands, watching the light play off the titanium and blood-red metal. She ran her fingers over the petrified wooden stake at the bottom, and sighed.
Chosen two.
She wished Faith was there with her, not the Faith she just left, but the one she used to know, the one who stood with her there. Her sister slayer. This one just went and fucked up over and over a relationship she should hold sacred.
She shook her head to clear it, wrapping the scythe in it's velvet cloth, and placed it gently in it's case. Buffy walked to the trash can, fished her cigarettes out of it, and walked into the bathroom, stripping and sliding into the hot water.
[open for Faith]