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[goddess_illyria]

The wasting of the human's lives was pointless so I altered time and gave them a second chance. If they chose to lose die a second time, that would be their choice. I however chose for Wesley. After time changed and the others fled, I caused a ripple, grabbed Wesley and left with him to go and find the slayer

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[exiledwatcher]

Why did she have to want to talk? If anyone in the history of humanity should understand the need for a good fuck on occassion I would have thought it would be her.

"What is it you think the two of us have Faith? You wanted something from me, I needed to move on from Fred. Mission accomplished."

Standing I leaned over the desk, glaring into her dark eyes. "Want to know why I hate you Faith? Its because you act like you care."

[wickedslayer]

Opening the pack of cigarettes, I took one out and looked around on top of the desk for a lighter...matches, anything. Finally I found a small book of matches underneath a book and used it to light my cigarette. Taking a deep drag, I felt a little better, damn I'd wanted one of these for days.

I looked up when he started talking about how much he hated me. Thought he might get over that sometime this century, but I guess not. "I'm not acting." I said coldly, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Besides, you got your girl back right? You and Fred off in England. Shouldn't everything be all smiles and puppies and fluffy bunny rabbits now?" I asked sarcastically. I'm not bitter.

[exiledwatcher]

A bitter laugh escaped as I fell back into my chair. Fred was no more my girl then she had ever been. My chances with Spike were better it seemed.

Opening a desk drawer I pulled a bottle of whiskey free, looking into the amber liquid. Drinking, my first response when faced with these types of situations.

"No. I did not get my girl back. She never loved me you see, thats what I found out."

[wickedslayer]

I watched him with what I hoped was an expressionless face as he drank the whiskey. Same ol' alcoholic Wes, some things I guess never change.

"Sorry." I said quietly. Guess I knew why Wesley was back in town now, Fred had dumped his ass. Not that I blamed a girl, Wes was kind've a bummer these days, and Fred definitely seemed like the kinda chick that couldn't handle someone like him.

[exiledwatcher]

"Why?"

Leaving the cap on the bottle I dropped it into the trash. As much as I welcomed an escape this wasn't the time. Not with Angelus lurking about.

She didn't care, she never had given a damn about anything. Perhaps why that was my attraction to her. She wasn't supposed to care that I wanted to die. Where was the girl who had tortured me for hours with a grin on her face?

[wickedslayer]

"Cause your bad moods are contagious." I said sarcastically. Not like he'd even listen to me if I said that I gave a damn about him. He clearly didn't want me to care, so why the fuck did I? Time to pack up my shit and head on out of town, not even sure why I came here in the first place.

"Look, it's obvious I shouldn't be here. So I tell ya what...we take down Angelus, stick a soul back in Angel. I'll take the Smurf and beat feet. Ok?" I was hopin' that might cheer him up a little.

[exiledwatcher]

Glaring at her mention of Illyria I managed to repress my urge to shout and curse at her further.

"You really should rest. It may take a few days for the Councils drugs to work free of your system."

Where were the others? The last thing any of them would welcome at the moment would be a slayer in our midst.

[wickedslayer]

"Wesley." I let my voice drop down to just barely above a whisper, when I saw the glare he shot me when I mentioned Illyria. Fuck, why was I constantly trying to make things right with him? I should just say screw this, and go upstairs and sleep.

"I know you hate Illyria, and you have good reasons adn everything. Well she killed your girlfriend, that's a pretty damn good reason. But I have to keep her around. If I don't...." Then I would drop dead anyday now.

"She could help out around here if you let her." But Wes was usually too busy pissing her off. Somehow I think I was doing more harm than good by talking about her.

[exiledwatcher]

"You have no idea. Ask it sometime what it did, how it killed Fred." Thinking of the time I'd had with Fred before she had died...why? Why did I have to remember?

It was far easier to believe that Faith didn't care, that none of them did. Why should they? I really gave them no reason to, nothing inside me but coldness.

"Forget it."

[wickedslayer]

"I already know how she killed Fred." I said quietly, still smoking the cigarette I had stolen from Spike. I couldn't stand anymore, so I sunk down into a nearby chair. My head was still pounding like a bitch so I shut my eyes for a second before opening them back up.

When Illyria went into my mind, what she didn't know was that it gave me access to hers too. It's why she was trippin' out, havin' all these feelings. Almost makes yuo wanna feel bad for a godking, only not. What I did know was that she didn't try and kill Fred, it had just happened while she was rising from whereever she had been.

"It's been two years, Wes." I said, looking right at him wondering how fast I was gonna get another gunshot wound. I was sick and tired of walking on eggshells around him too. Damn, how did Cordelia deal with him?

[exiledwatcher]

"How do you know? How can you..." She couldn't. She had never loved anyone, never had her heart ripped free of her chest for the amusement of others.

"Five hundred Twenty Nine. That is how many days its been." Why was I talking to her? We didn't have conversations, not like people. I hated the fact she could just sit there, smoking one of Spike's disgusting cigarettes and look at me. I'd tried leaving her, fucking her, shooting her...and there she was.

"And I've wished for death each day."

[wickedslayer]

Was he tryin' to shock me with that little statement? Hello. Have we met? I'm the chick who tortured you for a few hours and then begged Angel to kill me. Deathwish? Not exactly gonna shock this slayer.

"I know because..." I sighed, how was I gonna explain this one to him? Sometimes the chick who killed your ex goes into my brain and we have a little party, and I catch little glimpses of not only Illyria, but Fred too. Sounds fun, huh? "...I just do." So much for that thought.

My head started pounding wicked bad again, and I unconsciously rubbed my forehead with my right hand, the half burned cigarette still in the left one. I felt...funny. Really funny, and that was the best way I could think of to describe it.

[exiledwatcher]

"Did Cordelia pass the visions to you while I was away? I'm sure that was quite the adventure in liplocking if so." Sarcasm would likely be lost on her I reflected. Studying her she did seem to be acting strangely, more strangely then usual for her that is.

"Faith?" She had dropped her cigarette which was...strange. "What did the Council do to you?"

[wickedslayer]

"I don't really know." I said quietly, trying to keep my voice from shaking. My palms were clammy and sweaty and the pounding in my head kept getting worse.

Fuck. It was gonna happen again. Who knew how bad it would get now that Illyria had been out of my head for so long and the council had pumped me full of chemicals. Getting up off of the chair shakily, I stumbled blindly out of the office.