Out Of Control
Title: Out Of Control
Rating: R
Summary: Buffy and Faith run into one another post 'Enemies'.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to Joss Whedon, lyrics belong to Chemical Brothers.
Faith could say she didn't know what brought her out to the cemetery at night, but that would be a lie. Then again, she'd become an expert at lying to herself lately.
She knew exactly why she stalked the cemetery at night. One, it was her calling. Whether or not she 'switched teams' didn't matter. Her blood was calling for her to do what she did best. The Mayor wouldn't approve, but there were never any vamps left alive to go tattling on her. Besides, if he ever got suspicious, she'd just blame it on Buffy.
Which was the other reason she came here every night.
There were tons of cemeteries to go patrolling at, but there was always a chance that Faith would run into her here.
She knew she was a masochist for craving a confrontation. Maybe she wanted to flaunt her betrayal in the blonde's face and rub it in just a little more. Maybe she wanted to shove a little more salt in that wound and see just how much it hurt.
And maybe she wanted Buffy to see just how much she was hurting.
Maybe she wanted to see if Buffy still cared enough to try to win her back.
Sometimes I feel that I'm misunderstood.
The river's running deep, right through my blood.
She bit back a sigh when she felt a familiar shiver run down her spine.
Sensing a Slayer was an entirely different sensation than sensing a vampire or some other demon. Vampires brought a low cramp in her stomach or put her on edge. But a Slayer? It felt pretty much like taking a hit of something fantastic. It started with a shiver that ran all the way down to the base of her spine, and then came the adrenaline and excitement. Her heart started pounding and she started feeling a bit euphoric.
Faith didn't allow herself to wonder if it was because Buffy was a Slayer, or if it was just the woman herself that gave her that feeling.
Sure enough, she saw a hint of blonde hair in the moonlight. Fuck, B always looked angelic at night. Faith never saw her much during the day. They really only hung out at meetings and during patrol.
Faith couldn't help the flash of memory that flooded her mind. For a fraction of a second she remembered Buffy's warm little body pressed up against her own at the club, colored lights gliding along her skin as they danced.
Your naked body's lying on the ground.
You always get me up when I'm down.
She watched from the shadows as Buffy walked among the graves, stake in hand. Faith was always impressed when she watched her. The blonde never made any noise when she walked, and she always carried herself with a sort of grace that Faith could never master.
Suddenly, Buffy stopped moving and tensed. A moment later Faith felt the familiar cramping in her lower stomach and felt the hairs raise on the back of her neck. Her pupils dilated as she looked around, searching for the source.
A moment later, a vamp made a grab at the older Slayer. Buffy moved with a deadly fluidity as she deflected him, then used his own momentum to flip him over. The vamp made to stand and her boot caught his chin, sending him reeling. A second later, her stake penetrated his heart and he exploded into dust.
Buffy never took the time to play with her enemies. She'd offer a witty quip now and then, but then it was all business. Faith didn't know how she could stand that. She knew that Buffy must feel the blood-lust, too. The Slayer inside craved it. It was something primal. Back in the day, before she fucked everything up, beating these vamps was her outlet. Dancing and fucking could only take the edge off so much.
Faith began to clap and stepped out from her spot in the shadows, grinning brightly.
"Bravo, B. All business and no fun, but still."
Buffy's breath caught in her throat, eyes wide.
And it always seems we're running out of time.
We're out of control.
Out of control.
"What are you doing here?"
Faith shrugged, shoving her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket.
"Girl's gotta get her kicks somehow. And what can I say? Living people don't put up as much of a fight as the dead ones do."
Buffy's eyes narrowed at that and her grip on her stake tightened. Faith glanced at it before smirking.
"What're you gonna do, B? Stake me? I'm a Slayer, blondie."
"Evil's evil, whatever form it comes in."
Faith flinched a bit at that before smiling again.
"It's that black-and-white, huh?"
Buffy's jaw tensed.
"You're killing people and working for a demon. I'd say it's pretty obvious."
Faith laughed at that and for a moment Buffy faltered, looking unsettled. The brunette seized the moment and lunged at her, grabbing the wrist that held the stake before twisting it painfully. Buffy yelped and dropped it before backhanding Faith.
The punch made her head swim for a moment before she regained her focus and returned the strike. Faith kicked the stake away from them and grabbed Buffy's shoulders, tossing her away as well. She heard the blonde grunt as she hit the ground.
Faith stalked after her.
"And that's you, isn't it? Little Miss Obvious? Little Miss Cut-And-Fucking-Dry? "
Buffy rolled onto her back and started to stand, but Faith put her boot on her chest and shoved her back down before quickly straddling her. The older Slayer's fist lashed out and connected with Faith's mouth. Before the brunette could react, Buffy hit her again. Faith felt her bottom lip split as she caught her fist before it struck her a third time.
It may be that I'm just scared of losing you.
Or maybe it's the things you make me do.
Faith pinned Buffy's wrists above her head, not bothering to wipe the blood from her mouth. She felt it begin to run down her chin and wondered how much of a mess she must look at that moment. She suddenly felt like hell warmed over right then; exhausted to the bone.
"I bet you're fucking loving this, aren't you?"
Buffy struggled against her hold, furious.
"What are you talking about?" she shouted.
Faith maintained her hold as she struggled to stay atop the older woman.
"You finally have everything just the way you want it, huh? You're their little Golden Child, the only real Slayer. You got everything you ever fucking wanted!"
Buffy stared up at her, green eyes flashing.
"How could you think this is what I ever wanted?"
Faith's smile was bitter.
"You hated me since day one, Twinkie. I came into town and your friends liked me, and you couldn't fucking stand it. I don't know what happened, but they liked me one day and suddenly acted like I was the plague the next. And I don't know why, but my gut is telling me you had something to do with that."
Buffy's struggling faltered and Faith saw the guilt in them for a moment. It was all the confirmation she needed. She nodded to herself before continuing.
"That's what I thought. You didn't wanna share your friends. I get that. So I figured maybe we could be friends, you know? The Chosen Two? I told you all about myself and you told me jack-shit about you. Angel came back and you didn't bother to tell me about him. I was wicked pissed off, wondered why no one, not you or the other Scoobies, bothered to fill me in, but whatever. I get over that shit, too because you seem to really wanna be my friend, you know?"
Faith could see the tears welling in Buffy's eyes, and took some satisfaction that maybe some of this was hitting home.
"You say you're on my side, but we never hang out like your friends do. But that's cool. We're different. And just when I think that maybe we're starting to get close, like we're gonna be real friends or--"
She cut herself off, not allowing herself to entertain the idea that maybe they could ever be something more than that. She could tell by Buffy's eyes that she was thinking the same thing, and so her bitter smile widened.
"I fucked up, B. I made a mistake. I wanted to run, but you chased me down. Made all these fucking promises about how we could be tight, and how you'd make sure I'd be safe. You'd help me. Remember, B? And then what happened? You saved the day. Pulled the bad girl back from the brink and then you fucking disappeared. We never talked about it again. You never made any fucking effort after that. More empty fucking promises from Buffy fucking Summers.
But now, here we are. You're the Good Slayer that everyone loves, and you're justified in everything you do. Everyone hates me now because I'm the Bad Slayer, and that's how it's supposed to be. You kept your friends, your Watcher, everyone, away from me and kept them all to yourself. And now you get to stand here and make plans and promises to take me down and I bet it gets you absolutely soaking wet to be this self-righteous bitch. Am I right, B? If I shove my hands inside those dainty little panties, are you gonna be Niagra fucking Falls down there? Putting the bad girl in her place?"
Faith started to reach between Buffy's legs when she suddenly found herself air-born. She shouted out in pain as her back cracked against a gravestone. She looked up to see Buffy standing, staring at her. The blonde woman was clearly shaken and close to tears.
"Fuck you, Faith. You don't know me."
The brunette let out a laugh at that before standing and brushing the dirt off of her pants.
"Nah, B. That's what fucking kills you. I do know you. You just don't know fuck-all about me. Never bothered to. That's why no matter how much your friends fucking adore you, you and I both know the truth. Your a selfish, possessive, self-centered little cunt who helped to fucking ruin me."
She offered the blonde a dimpled smile.
"I may be a psycho-murderer, but at least I own up to it, you fake bitch."
Faith turned and started to walk away when Buffy called out to her.
"Faith, wait!"
She turned around, curious. Buffy's cheeks were wet with tears now.
"Why did you really come here?"
Faith's smile faded and they studied one another for a long moment. Both of them knew exactly why she had come here, and somehow it made it worse for both of them as well.
"Fuck you, Summers."
With that weak barb, she turned and walked away. She could feel Buffy watching her as she left. Faith had had no idea what would happen if they ran into one another, but she had hoped she'd feel better afterwards. Justified, maybe.
Instead, her shoulders felt heavier, if it was possible, and the exhaustion inside of her deepened.
The record player keeps on turning 'round.
It could be stuck or maybe it's the sound.
All this time I should be there with you.
Or maybe I'm just searching for the truth.
We're out of control.
Rating: R
Summary: Buffy and Faith run into one another post 'Enemies'.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to Joss Whedon, lyrics belong to Chemical Brothers.
Faith could say she didn't know what brought her out to the cemetery at night, but that would be a lie. Then again, she'd become an expert at lying to herself lately.
She knew exactly why she stalked the cemetery at night. One, it was her calling. Whether or not she 'switched teams' didn't matter. Her blood was calling for her to do what she did best. The Mayor wouldn't approve, but there were never any vamps left alive to go tattling on her. Besides, if he ever got suspicious, she'd just blame it on Buffy.
Which was the other reason she came here every night.
There were tons of cemeteries to go patrolling at, but there was always a chance that Faith would run into her here.
She knew she was a masochist for craving a confrontation. Maybe she wanted to flaunt her betrayal in the blonde's face and rub it in just a little more. Maybe she wanted to shove a little more salt in that wound and see just how much it hurt.
And maybe she wanted Buffy to see just how much she was hurting.
Maybe she wanted to see if Buffy still cared enough to try to win her back.
Sometimes I feel that I'm misunderstood.
The river's running deep, right through my blood.
She bit back a sigh when she felt a familiar shiver run down her spine.
Sensing a Slayer was an entirely different sensation than sensing a vampire or some other demon. Vampires brought a low cramp in her stomach or put her on edge. But a Slayer? It felt pretty much like taking a hit of something fantastic. It started with a shiver that ran all the way down to the base of her spine, and then came the adrenaline and excitement. Her heart started pounding and she started feeling a bit euphoric.
Faith didn't allow herself to wonder if it was because Buffy was a Slayer, or if it was just the woman herself that gave her that feeling.
Sure enough, she saw a hint of blonde hair in the moonlight. Fuck, B always looked angelic at night. Faith never saw her much during the day. They really only hung out at meetings and during patrol.
Faith couldn't help the flash of memory that flooded her mind. For a fraction of a second she remembered Buffy's warm little body pressed up against her own at the club, colored lights gliding along her skin as they danced.
Your naked body's lying on the ground.
You always get me up when I'm down.
She watched from the shadows as Buffy walked among the graves, stake in hand. Faith was always impressed when she watched her. The blonde never made any noise when she walked, and she always carried herself with a sort of grace that Faith could never master.
Suddenly, Buffy stopped moving and tensed. A moment later Faith felt the familiar cramping in her lower stomach and felt the hairs raise on the back of her neck. Her pupils dilated as she looked around, searching for the source.
A moment later, a vamp made a grab at the older Slayer. Buffy moved with a deadly fluidity as she deflected him, then used his own momentum to flip him over. The vamp made to stand and her boot caught his chin, sending him reeling. A second later, her stake penetrated his heart and he exploded into dust.
Buffy never took the time to play with her enemies. She'd offer a witty quip now and then, but then it was all business. Faith didn't know how she could stand that. She knew that Buffy must feel the blood-lust, too. The Slayer inside craved it. It was something primal. Back in the day, before she fucked everything up, beating these vamps was her outlet. Dancing and fucking could only take the edge off so much.
Faith began to clap and stepped out from her spot in the shadows, grinning brightly.
"Bravo, B. All business and no fun, but still."
Buffy's breath caught in her throat, eyes wide.
And it always seems we're running out of time.
We're out of control.
Out of control.
"What are you doing here?"
Faith shrugged, shoving her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket.
"Girl's gotta get her kicks somehow. And what can I say? Living people don't put up as much of a fight as the dead ones do."
Buffy's eyes narrowed at that and her grip on her stake tightened. Faith glanced at it before smirking.
"What're you gonna do, B? Stake me? I'm a Slayer, blondie."
"Evil's evil, whatever form it comes in."
Faith flinched a bit at that before smiling again.
"It's that black-and-white, huh?"
Buffy's jaw tensed.
"You're killing people and working for a demon. I'd say it's pretty obvious."
Faith laughed at that and for a moment Buffy faltered, looking unsettled. The brunette seized the moment and lunged at her, grabbing the wrist that held the stake before twisting it painfully. Buffy yelped and dropped it before backhanding Faith.
The punch made her head swim for a moment before she regained her focus and returned the strike. Faith kicked the stake away from them and grabbed Buffy's shoulders, tossing her away as well. She heard the blonde grunt as she hit the ground.
Faith stalked after her.
"And that's you, isn't it? Little Miss Obvious? Little Miss Cut-And-Fucking-Dry? "
Buffy rolled onto her back and started to stand, but Faith put her boot on her chest and shoved her back down before quickly straddling her. The older Slayer's fist lashed out and connected with Faith's mouth. Before the brunette could react, Buffy hit her again. Faith felt her bottom lip split as she caught her fist before it struck her a third time.
It may be that I'm just scared of losing you.
Or maybe it's the things you make me do.
Faith pinned Buffy's wrists above her head, not bothering to wipe the blood from her mouth. She felt it begin to run down her chin and wondered how much of a mess she must look at that moment. She suddenly felt like hell warmed over right then; exhausted to the bone.
"I bet you're fucking loving this, aren't you?"
Buffy struggled against her hold, furious.
"What are you talking about?" she shouted.
Faith maintained her hold as she struggled to stay atop the older woman.
"You finally have everything just the way you want it, huh? You're their little Golden Child, the only real Slayer. You got everything you ever fucking wanted!"
Buffy stared up at her, green eyes flashing.
"How could you think this is what I ever wanted?"
Faith's smile was bitter.
"You hated me since day one, Twinkie. I came into town and your friends liked me, and you couldn't fucking stand it. I don't know what happened, but they liked me one day and suddenly acted like I was the plague the next. And I don't know why, but my gut is telling me you had something to do with that."
Buffy's struggling faltered and Faith saw the guilt in them for a moment. It was all the confirmation she needed. She nodded to herself before continuing.
"That's what I thought. You didn't wanna share your friends. I get that. So I figured maybe we could be friends, you know? The Chosen Two? I told you all about myself and you told me jack-shit about you. Angel came back and you didn't bother to tell me about him. I was wicked pissed off, wondered why no one, not you or the other Scoobies, bothered to fill me in, but whatever. I get over that shit, too because you seem to really wanna be my friend, you know?"
Faith could see the tears welling in Buffy's eyes, and took some satisfaction that maybe some of this was hitting home.
"You say you're on my side, but we never hang out like your friends do. But that's cool. We're different. And just when I think that maybe we're starting to get close, like we're gonna be real friends or--"
She cut herself off, not allowing herself to entertain the idea that maybe they could ever be something more than that. She could tell by Buffy's eyes that she was thinking the same thing, and so her bitter smile widened.
"I fucked up, B. I made a mistake. I wanted to run, but you chased me down. Made all these fucking promises about how we could be tight, and how you'd make sure I'd be safe. You'd help me. Remember, B? And then what happened? You saved the day. Pulled the bad girl back from the brink and then you fucking disappeared. We never talked about it again. You never made any fucking effort after that. More empty fucking promises from Buffy fucking Summers.
But now, here we are. You're the Good Slayer that everyone loves, and you're justified in everything you do. Everyone hates me now because I'm the Bad Slayer, and that's how it's supposed to be. You kept your friends, your Watcher, everyone, away from me and kept them all to yourself. And now you get to stand here and make plans and promises to take me down and I bet it gets you absolutely soaking wet to be this self-righteous bitch. Am I right, B? If I shove my hands inside those dainty little panties, are you gonna be Niagra fucking Falls down there? Putting the bad girl in her place?"
Faith started to reach between Buffy's legs when she suddenly found herself air-born. She shouted out in pain as her back cracked against a gravestone. She looked up to see Buffy standing, staring at her. The blonde woman was clearly shaken and close to tears.
"Fuck you, Faith. You don't know me."
The brunette let out a laugh at that before standing and brushing the dirt off of her pants.
"Nah, B. That's what fucking kills you. I do know you. You just don't know fuck-all about me. Never bothered to. That's why no matter how much your friends fucking adore you, you and I both know the truth. Your a selfish, possessive, self-centered little cunt who helped to fucking ruin me."
She offered the blonde a dimpled smile.
"I may be a psycho-murderer, but at least I own up to it, you fake bitch."
Faith turned and started to walk away when Buffy called out to her.
"Faith, wait!"
She turned around, curious. Buffy's cheeks were wet with tears now.
"Why did you really come here?"
Faith's smile faded and they studied one another for a long moment. Both of them knew exactly why she had come here, and somehow it made it worse for both of them as well.
"Fuck you, Summers."
With that weak barb, she turned and walked away. She could feel Buffy watching her as she left. Faith had had no idea what would happen if they ran into one another, but she had hoped she'd feel better afterwards. Justified, maybe.
Instead, her shoulders felt heavier, if it was possible, and the exhaustion inside of her deepened.
The record player keeps on turning 'round.
It could be stuck or maybe it's the sound.
All this time I should be there with you.
Or maybe I'm just searching for the truth.
We're out of control.