Falling

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Los Angeles, California.
The Hyperion, Basement.

Kennedy sits on the floor, both legs drawn close to her chest, one leg crossed over the other. She looks up at the sound of footsteps descending down the stairs, her eyes red-glazed, her cheeks tear streaked. A look of horror and fascination comes over her face when she realizes who stands before

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[_faith_]

Faith crept down the basement stairs. It had been all she could do to keep herself away ever since she'd found out that her tormentor was down there. Kennedy. That was her name, and she was a potential Slayer. A not-very-nice smile adorned her lips as she stealthily approached the part of the basement that held the cage. She wanted the girl to be surprised when she saw her.

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Kennedy sat in her spot, arms wrapped around her legs, forehead on her knees. The worst of the tremors had passed for now, but she knew they’d come on just as worse in an hour or so. She needed to get out. Get to Knox. She hated feeling completely out of control, and at least the drugs offered some semblance of that. Control.

She decided she needed to get up, keep moving, and keep herself occupied. She looked up and smirked, “took you long enough, Faithy,” was all she could say.

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"Mmm." Faith approached the cage, trailing her fingers sinuously along the bars. It was so nice to see this bitch on the inside of them, locked in. She smiled more broadly. "I ain't like you. I think about shit before I do it, these days," she cooed.

She stopped, peering in at Kennedy, a mock-concerned expression on her face.

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“How’s that streak coming along, by the way?” Kennedy stands, pressing her hands against the wall to support her up. She’s weak, but not as weak as she’s pretending. “Since Chucky, right? Nice screw-up, though I would have gone for Cordelia myself, the legs that she’s got.” Kennedy cat-called.

Kennedy took slow deliberate steps closer to the bars, “am I right in saying she’s the only person in this building you haven’t screwed yet?”

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"Nah, you wouldn't be right," Faith said, her tone still light and amused, although Kennedy's words had started a spiral of unease in her stomach. How did Kennedy know so much about her while she knew next to nothing about the other girl? That didn't sit well.

"And C? Wouldn't have nothin' to do with you even if she did swing that way. She's got taste." Faith smiled, still peering innocently through the bars at the potential.

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Kennedy laughed at that and tilted her head to one side. “Come on, Faithy, you really come all this way to talk at me? Where’s the girl of action I saw last month? Or does little pup blue have a problem with you being down here?” She smirked at that, it was likely, afterall.

“And hey, I’ve had worse odds. Though I think she might be angry that I tried to kill her. Just a little bit.” The smirk never left her face while she said this.

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"I don't gotta ask him for permission," Faith snapped, the smile never leaving her face. Not that she could've even if she'd wanted to. Oz had been scarce the past couple of days.

"And much as I'd like to go at it with you, you gotta know better than to think I'd let you out. I like you right where you are." Faith licked her lips, letting her tongue linger on her lower one, and winked.

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"Mmhmm. And what's stopping you from coming in here, Faithy? Release some of that tension," Kennedy let her eyes wander up and down Faith's body, hoping that the simple action would set Faith off. If she couldn't get out, maybe she could get Faith in.

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Faith was entertained by the idea that she was that desperate. She laughed, a full, rich sound that echoed off the slightly damp cinder-block walls.

"I got other ways of releasin' tension," she said, her voice slightly husky. Let the girl take that as she would. "I'd rather tease you from out here."

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Kennedy rose an eyebrow. With all the innuendo flying around, she was having trouble keeping up. “Tease me anyway you want, babe. Guess that’s all you’re good for, anyway.” Kennedy moved away from the cell bars, suddenly very bored by the whole conversation. And being locked in a cage where she couldn’t avoid that kind of talk didn’t help. Kennedy was still having trouble with the fact that Faith was a Vampire Slayer.

In what way was that fair? She punched at the wall, frustrated as hell. How was she going to get Faith to open the gate willingly when it seemed to be the last thing she wanted to do? “You couldn’t take me.”

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"You wish," Faith bit out, then whirled as Cordy came into view.