Fucking Faith… Slayer my ass. I could do a better job without breaking a sweat and who gets the position. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair! Damnit, I can’t stop shaking. You’d think I’d get use to it by now. The drugs Knox gave me aren’t doing fuck all.
She’s the one gallivanting around while I do the work, and who gets recognition. Faith. Killing demons isn’t enough, anymore? Worse still, I think that last one I took on broke my arm in three different places. I’d have to check with the med lab, to be sure.
Apparently someone's been neglecting your training, Pet. Darla’s voice is in my ear, I turn and she isn’t there. Nothing but a voice, a memory. I stop and wait, hearing footsteps in the distance. And then continue on, shaking off my thoughts, the throbbing in my skull, which hurts more than my arm. I can’t even begin to describe-constant noise, pulsating, colors all pixelated.
I should go to Darla, see if… does your live girl know, how much you like the taste of ashes? No, no, I shouldn’t. I stop on the corner’s edge, a wave of nausia overcoming me. I collapse on my knees and retch into the gutter. I pull back up after a minute, breathing heavily, staring at my vomit -which is a deep crimson color--…my vision blurs. Doctor. I have to get to a doctor.
I reach into my pocket and pull out some meds Knox gave me, he said it’s a last resort, but it’s all I’ve got until I find the little weasel and beat the living shit out of him. Almost immediately, my vision returns to normal and the queasy feeling leaves my stomach. My senses heightened, I realize I’m not alone. Normally I’d take on whatever came my way, but I’ve been a busy girl, and I know when not to fight. I continue walking at a faster pace now, trying to get away from whoever’s following me (although I have no doubt who it is…).
I have no trouble catchin' up to the dark-haired chick, but I hang back some. Ya know, discretion and valor and some shit. There's a quote that goes somethin' like that. I wanna grab her and demand to know who the hell she thinks she is, but I restrain myself. Sometimes it's fun to approach this way. Sneaky-like.
I can feel Oz behind me, keepin' an eye on things. I dunno where Melaka went.
Melaka went off, though at least I've got her scent down so if she gets lost I can track her. Wouldn't do for her to lose her way and not find it back. The stench of the vomit hits me and I inwardly grimace. In this form I pick it up even better than in human. Unpleasant.
I quickly turn a corner up ahead, having just about enough of my invisible tail. I wipe some blood from my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt and wait for the Slayer to turn the corner before I slam her against the wall. Hard. Mmm. I force my broken arm into her neck for leverage, hurts like fuck, but right now I’m way past the point of caring.
“Hi,” I almost smile but it comes out as more of a grimace, a wave of nausia englufs me, but I resist the urge to vomit. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I’m having trouble holding her up, but I don’t want her to know that, so I force my arm deeper into her neck. It might stop her from breathing… but now isn’t the time for that.
Oh fuck no, she didn't just do that. I'm so gonna wipe the floor with her... well, soon as I can get her arm off my neck. She took me by surprise a little, and I struggle and say from between my teeth, "I'm thinkin'... I'm gonna kick your ass."
I glare at her, furious almost to the point of incoherence.
I round the corner and see the girl's got Faith against the wall. Well that's not nice. I don't even give time to growl before going for the girl's hamstring, a purely wolf instinct but a good one. And even if I don't snap it, I can always rip a good chunk out of the back of her knee. And that would get just about anything's attention.
“Argh,” fuck, where’d he come from? I fall back a couple of steps, letting go of Faith in the process. Two against one? I’ve had worse odds. “With the aid of little pup blue? Now that’s hardly fair,” I smirk, coming up to full height, holding my left arm across my chest and trying not to show that the wolf hurt me. Bad.
“You must have the boy trained pretty well, Faithy, otherwise he’d realize in the state I’m in I couldn’t do much to hurt you. Points for scaring you though.” I always love a good scare. And even in the state I’m in, I think I could take her, but Wolfy might take offense to me killing his girl.
There’s a time for everything. But it looks as though my time is running out.
"It's Faith... no 'y'," I bite out. "Who are you and how the fuck do you know my name?" I say. "This is my town, and you don't go around jumpin' on people."
It's a weird but good feelin' to realize that even though I was away for a while, both in the 'dale and my little road adventure... L.A. does feel like my home turf.
I growl low in my throat, starting to circle the girl. Faith wants to have a conversation, that's fine. I'm listening. Also making sure she doesn't go for her again. Hurt or not, she's obviously an enemy.
"Your town? Now that's a laugh," I hunch forward slightly, trying to catch my breath. All the work tonight's finally taken it out of me. "You were gone for months, Faithy," I'm in the mood to piss her off, so I keep the 'y' in her name.
Maybe it's time for explanations? "I work for Wolfram and Hart, and I haven't jumped on anybody." Not recently, I add mentally. I glance at the Wolf, "Little pup blue has nothing to worry about. I'm only gonna talk. He gets his bite on, he should realize who I'm going for first." I pull out a gun from its sling on my shoulder and tap it against my thigh. I know it's cheating, and it's never done much good in a fight, but I hope they realize who has the upper hand in this situation. And not to piss my off. "Also, interesting side-note. Silver bullets."
"Play nice, Faithy." It would be so easy to kill her now and get what I rightfully deserve, but as I said, I can't really do much but threaten at the moment. Maybe later, when I'm feeling less broken.
"Wolfram and Hart," I say, unable to keep the grit outta my voice. "I'm sure you're real proud of yourself."
I move closer; she's hurt, and I bet if I have to, I could knock that gun right outta her hand. "You're fuckin' with the wrong girl. Just so you know."
I make a mental note to find out who she is. Shouldn't be too hard. W & H, dark-haired bitch with an air of entitlement and a smug attitude.
If she'd been going to use the gun, she would have already. Pretty sure of that. People don't pull things out for show and tell, giving away what they've got, if they really want to use them, they keep them secret until they're needed. So either she's not going to use it, or she's just a really poor strategist. I'm going with her not planning on using it. Probably knows that even if she took one of us out, she wouldn't manage both, and she'd be joining the first in short order. I still growl at her. Not pleased with the stop and chat with evil lawyer lackeys portion of the evening.
That last comment stung, “I haven’t killed anybody who didn’t deserve it.”
Now she’s really starting to piss me off, “Oh?” I take a step closer, so we’re toe-to-toe. I dig the point of the gun into her rib cage, smiling the whole time I’m doing it. But no, when I take her down I want it to hurt… and there’s the point of not being slaughtered by Wolfy soon after. I wince slightly, almost unbalancing. Wolfboy did quite a number on my leg, and I’m really not sure what’s worse at the moment, my leg, my arm… or the fact the throbbing sensation has come back in my skull.
I think I’ve overstayed my welcome. “I’ll see you soon, Faithy. Maybe then we can do more than chat,” I smirk, pulling her in with my left arm, I kiss her forehead and turn and walk away.
She’s the one gallivanting around while I do the work, and who gets recognition. Faith. Killing demons isn’t enough, anymore? Worse still, I think that last one I took on broke my arm in three different places. I’d have to check with the med lab, to be sure.
Apparently someone's been neglecting your training, Pet. Darla’s voice is in my ear, I turn and she isn’t there. Nothing but a voice, a memory. I stop and wait, hearing footsteps in the distance. And then continue on, shaking off my thoughts, the throbbing in my skull, which hurts more than my arm. I can’t even begin to describe-constant noise, pulsating, colors all pixelated.
I should go to Darla, see if… does your live girl know, how much you like the taste of ashes? No, no, I shouldn’t. I stop on the corner’s edge, a wave of nausia overcoming me. I collapse on my knees and retch into the gutter. I pull back up after a minute, breathing heavily, staring at my vomit -which is a deep crimson color--…my vision blurs. Doctor. I have to get to a doctor.
I reach into my pocket and pull out some meds Knox gave me, he said it’s a last resort, but it’s all I’ve got until I find the little weasel and beat the living shit out of him. Almost immediately, my vision returns to normal and the queasy feeling leaves my stomach. My senses heightened, I realize I’m not alone. Normally I’d take on whatever came my way, but I’ve been a busy girl, and I know when not to fight. I continue walking at a faster pace now, trying to get away from whoever’s following me (although I have no doubt who it is…).
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I can feel Oz behind me, keepin' an eye on things. I dunno where Melaka went.
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“Hi,” I almost smile but it comes out as more of a grimace, a wave of nausia englufs me, but I resist the urge to vomit. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I’m having trouble holding her up, but I don’t want her to know that, so I force my arm deeper into her neck. It might stop her from breathing… but now isn’t the time for that.
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I glare at her, furious almost to the point of incoherence.
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“You must have the boy trained pretty well, Faithy, otherwise he’d realize in the state I’m in I couldn’t do much to hurt you. Points for scaring you though.” I always love a good scare. And even in the state I’m in, I think I could take her, but Wolfy might take offense to me killing his girl.
There’s a time for everything. But it looks as though my time is running out.
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It's a weird but good feelin' to realize that even though I was away for a while, both in the 'dale and my little road adventure... L.A. does feel like my home turf.
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Maybe it's time for explanations? "I work for Wolfram and Hart, and I haven't jumped on anybody." Not recently, I add mentally. I glance at the Wolf, "Little pup blue has nothing to worry about. I'm only gonna talk. He gets his bite on, he should realize who I'm going for first." I pull out a gun from its sling on my shoulder and tap it against my thigh. I know it's cheating, and it's never done much good in a fight, but I hope they realize who has the upper hand in this situation. And not to piss my off. "Also, interesting side-note. Silver bullets."
"Play nice, Faithy." It would be so easy to kill her now and get what I rightfully deserve, but as I said, I can't really do much but threaten at the moment. Maybe later, when I'm feeling less broken.
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I move closer; she's hurt, and I bet if I have to, I could knock that gun right outta her hand. "You're fuckin' with the wrong girl. Just so you know."
I make a mental note to find out who she is. Shouldn't be too hard. W & H, dark-haired bitch with an air of entitlement and a smug attitude.
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Now she’s really starting to piss me off, “Oh?” I take a step closer, so we’re toe-to-toe. I dig the point of the gun into her rib cage, smiling the whole time I’m doing it. But no, when I take her down I want it to hurt… and there’s the point of not being slaughtered by Wolfy soon after. I wince slightly, almost unbalancing. Wolfboy did quite a number on my leg, and I’m really not sure what’s worse at the moment, my leg, my arm… or the fact the throbbing sensation has come back in my skull.
I think I’ve overstayed my welcome. “I’ll see you soon, Faithy. Maybe then we can do more than chat,” I smirk, pulling her in with my left arm, I kiss her forehead and turn and walk away.
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