Nobody's Home
by Holliday
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I don't know if the world is in on my twisted conspiracy but I will say this much the day I finally get my one or "Eleven" as I like to think of her so help me I will........
It starts with Faith. That is so lame. It did that's how it started one tiny cross and my life changed. The chosen one was born. Sure it's great to be the savior when your hair falls just right or you have that killer pun alrady to fly. But what they don't put in the manual is the heartbrakes. Sure I'm not the only one whose had a broken heart by physco vampire who only became that way because she slept with. History's filled with such lovers right? Yup. So why didn't I see it then. She was crying out for someone anyone. But I wasn't home. At least not that night. I was with him. Why? cause I still loved him? No I didn't love him. I knew that the second I saw her, all leather clad and tank-topped. She was my own bad-girl fantasy and she was mine at least during the night. I could do anything with her and we did. She was right when she said slaying makes you hungry and horny. I pretended to be blind at first to her subtle phrases and blatent ogling. I laughed at the right times and feigned disgust when I thought it prudent. She wasn't buying it.
So what did I expect when she turned on me. I could have told her then I was falling in love. I should have made her see it wasn't her fault we killed a guy. Not because I was trying to have my with her in alley, but because I wouldn't let myself see anything but her. Now a man's dead and I'm left holding the weight. I want to tell them that Faith isn't evil. That if I hadn't freaked about us. She wouldn't be falling now. It should be ripeed from there grace. I'm the martyr. Not Faith she's always been the saint. I'm just the all-american school girl. She's the chosen One. But we've both chosen our roles or fallin' into the one that fits. I'm going to kill her and she is going to fight but the one who goes home won't be me. At least not this time. She'll get the grace and I'll get the glory. And somewhere down the line I'll be waiting for her to let me in again.