I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away…

[sexytarawitch]

Darkness…that’s all I saw…it was dark and the only thing I could feel was scared. I hated feeling scared, that made me helpless and it let him get to me. I couldn’t let him get to me

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[petmyevilhand]

Faith was starting to wake up and Tara was continually pushing me, trying her damndest to wake up things that she didn't want to wake up. It was amusing that she thought she could try and bargain with me, a deal with the devil. It was taking everything I had not to just sink my fangs into Faith's throat. Drain her dry and leave her corpse right in front of her friend. Did it really matter if Faith was dead? I doubted that Darla cared one way or another as long as she could still use the slayer against Angel. Dead or not I was sure Faith would still come in handy for that.

"So you're willing to bind Angel's soul to him permanantly." I said thoughtfully, tossing Faith hard to the floor just behind me. She made a soft groan and rolled over unconcious again. I didn't want Tara to feel as though she had won just yet, and I had the feeling that Faith was an even better bargaining chip with the witch than she was for Darla to use against Angel.

"And what is it that you get in return?" I asked her quietly, tapping my fingertips to my chin as I casually bent down in front of her and brushed some blonde wisps of hair out of her face. "Are you bargaining for your own life? Faith's maybe?" I asked her curiously, wondering how far she would try and push this game.

[sexytarawitch]

A small gasp escaped my lips and I winced as I heard Faith's body hit the floor, my eyes moving past Lindsey's to scan over her and see if she was ok. I could see her shallow breaths and turned my attention back to Lindsey, he was the number one danger around here that I had to worry about.

Bargaining? Yeah, I guess I am. Both, I want both, but I know better then to tell him that. If I say my own then it's selfish and he has the option to kill Faith without a second thought. If I tell him Faith then maybe there is a chance of both of us getting out of here...maybe. I mean she is a slayer...

I backed myself against the bars as he kept moving closer to me, basically trapping me from going anywhere, not like I could even if I wanted to. "I-I'll bind his s-soul..." Tara, now's not the time to stutter. "Both..." I closed my eyes for a moment before looking back up at him, I could still smell the liquor on his breath. "We both don't...die..."

Shaking my head I gripped onto the bars behind me and looked up at him. "We don't...we don't want to die..." I bit my lip hard, I refused to beg him, I might not be all strong like everyone else but I've done enough begging to him.

[petmyevilhand]

A dangerous smirk made it's way across my face as Tara continually pushed herself further into the bars, gripping them so tightly I could see her knuckles turning white. Was the little kitten afraid of the big bad wolf? As well she should be. I was getting awfully tired of playing games, oh wait, now I never got tired of playing games. Games were what lawyers were best at, and vampires were even better at them.

"No one ever wants to die, Tara." I kept closing the gap between us, so that I was practically pressed against her as I tilted my chin down to look at her pretty face. A pretty face I'd destroy if I had half the chance. But binding Angel's soul? That was something to consider, surely. Darla would kill her if she screwed up the spell, I would kill her if she didn't. There really wasn't any way around it. Tara was going to die, as was her slayer friend if I knew Darla at all. The plans for Tara were clear, the plans for Faith were a bit more fuzzy than that. But I was fairly sure that Darla wouldn't be that angry if I happened to kill a slayer tonight.

"Do you think I wanted to die? Trapped in that wine cellar?" I added in thoughtfully. "No, I never wanted to die but the difference? I wasn't afraid to die. I wasn't afraid of her." Darla. I wondered if everything I would ever do would go back to the little blonde wisp of a girl upstairs. That description made Darla sound none threatening and I knew she would love the sort of irony that accompanied that. Darla was alot of things but one thing that Darla always was? Dangerous. She'd snap both of these girls in half if given half the chance.

"You make a convincing argument." I finally said, backing away from Tara slightly until I almost tripped over Faith's unconscious form. Before Tara could blink I'd bent down and picked Faith up by the arm. She moaned and struggled briefly in my grasp before my hand wrapped casually in her hair and I jerked her head to the side. Sinking my fangs into her throat I heard her shriek a little bit as Tara's eyes grew wider. I loved that look on her, that fear. It was the hottest thing I'd seen in awhile and I'd just borne witness to Darla and Drusilla in the bathtub.

I only drank a little bit, but it was hard to stop because slayer blood was just as intoxicating as everyone had always said it was. But I wouldn't kill either one of them yet, not until Darla gave it the green light, so I forced myself to stop and instead flung Faith's limp body at Tara, knocking them both over to the ground.

"No deal." I said with a smirk as I licked some of the blood from my bottom lip and turned towards the door of the cage. Letting myself out easily I slammed the door back behind me and looked at the two of them through the bars.

"Have a nice night, ladies."