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Where: Sunnydale streets
When: September 9th, post sunset
Who: Faith and Wes
What: Learning the differences they now have
Rating: TBD
After some fun at the local hangout Faith decided to explore this town a little bit more. Being only her third day, she thought she could roam the streets find some of the allies could could work with. A vamp at one ( Read more... )
When: September 9th, post sunset
Who: Faith and Wes
What: Learning the differences they now have
Rating: TBD
After some fun at the local hangout Faith decided to explore this town a little bit more. Being only her third day, she thought she could roam the streets find some of the allies could could work with. A vamp at one ( Read more... )
Being nothing more than a boy who got beat up a lot to a man who was just as weak with all the smarts and really nothing else. Then there was the incident back in L.A. got Angel in the game and left Wes with a sense of revenge.
Well now is the best time for that second reunion. She let out a laugh to fill the alleyway.
"Geeze Wes, you always were a white hat."
She began to walked deeper into the alley way against some old wooden crates. Some puddles splashed as she walked over them.
"I mean I come to town and here you are fighting my hopeful informant friend"
She left the cryptic messages and false faces for those who would believe it. She knew Wes would never see her as truly reformed.
"tsk tsk tsk, don't you ever learn to play nicely?"
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In fact his arm still throbbed from time to time, and he could feel every scar she’d left behind when it rained. When it rained it was the worse. Involuntary flashes of Angel holding onto her tight while he stood there bleeding in the rain.
Wesley wondered if Giles and the others knew she was around, as he carefully put his gun back in his holster. Probably not, or Giles would’ve warned him. That much he believed. The older watcher might not like him, but he wouldn’t withhold information as important like that.
And unlike, apparently anyone else bar Cordelia perhaps, Wesley wasn’t fooled by the former Slayers redemption quest. He’d seen the look in her eyes that night. He knew there was no hope for such kind of hate. Funnily enough, now that he’d been down that road himself, he could relate.
Didn’t mean he wanted to.
Slowly he got up from his grouching position, his body ready to spring into action if needed. She might be human, but she was also a Slayer. Not something Wesley was ever likely to forget. A sarcastic, cool smile slide over his face as he slowly turned around and gave her a once over.
"You were the one who never learned to play nicely," he shot back, "if I remember correctly. Hello, Faith," he nodded, taking in her attire, her stance. "Still the same little insecure attention-whore I see. What happened? Did your quest for redemption take to long? Angel will be so disappointed."
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Then a smile came across his face and she returned to her wicked one. "Come give us a hug"
"Playing nicely was never a top priority...B tagged along sometimes,but I always felt it was a greater kill when I was alone."
She leaned against a crate, still ready with slayer reflex's but slightly more relaxed. She wasn't ready for a physical fight...well not yet anyway.
"Attention just comes to me baby, but you know I think my redemption ended when I was locked away...sure I could have gotten out so easily, but then whats the point? Keep killing cops who try and get me. Too easy. So I figure act goody goody whatever and when I'm sprung, hey go back to the good ol' ways."
She found her knife back in her hand, turning it over making the moonlight shine off of it. She looked down at it and traced her finger across the blades.
"You know how much I missed this thing? I mean for gifts this has got to be one of those higher end ones."
She slid off the crate "So Wesley...how have you been?"
She circled around slowly closer to the other end of the alley.Looking over the watcher. He seemed to have a more gruff exterior and nothing like before. 'Finally some change in him' she thought.
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The girl might have been saved once, when Angel had her the first time. Something Wesley would always feel guilty for since he took that away. He wasn't going to let that guilt interfere with anything though. Faith stopped being salvageable, in Wesley's eyes, when he saw the look on her face as she elbowed Cordelia in the face.
Eyes slid from her face to the knife she was holding, playing with and a snort came out. Subtlety was never one of her vices he knew. "You always were easy," he remarked, fingers moving closer to the retraceable sword strapped to his wrist. "Then again, with the poor little sob story that is your life, this should surprise no one."
They could've been friends, he had realized once he'd read up on her past. They shared a similar one. Only he'd been rich where she'd been poor. Didn't make their lack of a childhood any different in the long run though. Still, that momentum had past and all that was left was this war.
"What do you care how I've been? He asked, eyes narrowing as he kept a close look at her and her body language. He'd meant it when telling himself no one was going to catch him off guard ever again.
Tilting his chin up, he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You were never good at the small talk thing. I don't like the whole small talk thing. So how about you cut the empty chit chat and get to the point hmm?"
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She replaced the knife in her belt and began o pace, always watching Wes as she talked.
"I seem to remember my no good watcher who had to run and tell the council on me, too many times. I was Buffy for 2 days nobody even realized the difference, just assumed I was on edge."
She smiled and laughed "your sob story I believe was much worse, never good enough for anyone, the council or me. You all seemed to let people down. I don't see why you aren't thanking me . I made you who you are."
"Look at yourself Wes, you got some surface now you look like something that isn't a puny no all watcher without cajones."
She stopped pacing and moved to the mouth of the alley.
"The point...hmm now when its points with me its usually the point of a stake, as a slayer should always know. Though I'm not much for the good side anymore."
She drew her knife and quickly brought it down towards his arm.
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Not that he had expected she would. Unlike Angel he hadn't the holy believe that she could be redeemed. In order to want to be redeemed, you had to have remorse. And despite her sad, sad tearful breakdown in the rain, Wesley didn't think she had an ounce of remorse.
Especially not now, with her on the side of evil.
He laughed out loud at her word, the sound lacking any humor. Only cold, cold emptiness. She really was a funny girl if she wanted to be. Then again, maybe Wesley sense of humor had become dark and bitter.
"Don't kid yourself, Faith," he snorted. "You are a nobody and you're not capable of 'making' anything or anyone. You need someone to order you around. Like the Mayor, like Wolfram and Hart, like Willow. And if you had this strange notion that *anyone* ever thought you were on the side of good? You're mistaken."
In a flash he flicked his wrist and caught her knife before it could descend on his arm. He wasn't the puny slow boy he'd been when she'd him tied to a chair. He'd been growing strong not just physically. Considering she probably wasn't expecting that, he used the element of surprise and pushed her away.
"No one would ever mistake you for being good, Faith," he told her in a low, dangerous voice. Getting out his gun, he trained it at her, enough to pose somewhat of a threat "You are a miserable, sad little girl who's crying out for attention. Any kind of attention. You're also beating around the bush. What the hell do you want, that was the question. Not parroting my taunts, my dear."
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"oh yeah?" She kicked at the gun and pushed a punch to his gut and then went back to her ground waiting for a counter.
"I want my own place where no one refutes me, where I am all powerful, and where everybody believes it." She flipped some hair from her eyes "but I'll settle with what I got here"
"From you...well we never did get to finish that night...I believe we only got through 3..."
She looked behind her and then headed back into the darkness
"guess I'll get what I want when you let your guard down"
Then everything returned silent and not even her fading steps were heard.
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