Someone to Turn To
by Padre
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction.
All characters from “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and
“Angel: The Series” are the property of Joss Whedon
and Mutant Enemy. The name 'Atreides' is from the
works of Frank Herbert. No copywrite infringement is
intended or inferred; no profit is intended. Any
other characters and this story are of my creation.
Spoilers and Warnings: Assume Buffy's mindset from
Season Six, but the story is complete AU since Faith
is in it.
Dramatis Personae: Faith's POV
This is my story and I'm sticking to it.
In the corner of my apartment, near my TV, sits one of those 3-wick candles. Some time ago, while at Wal-Mart, I picked it up on a whim; I liked the way it smelled. The bayberry 'enchanted' me. So far, I have not been disappointed.
Aside from its flickering presence, I am alone in the dark. Sitting. Waiting.
Waiting for her. She'll come. I know she will. Earlier tonight, I saw it in her eyes. She is in of release...and in a bad way.
For that, she'll call me out. I am the only one she can turn to.
Another Slayer. Well, not just any other Slayer. Just me.
Faith.
Ain't that some fucked up shit?
Now, wait just a minute, bucko! Don't get me wrong or anything. It's not like I sit up at night waiting for one Miss Buffy Summers to come a-knocking at my door! It's not like I'm in l-love with her or anything like that! I...I just mean that I don't hate her anymore, you know? Yeah, that's it. I got over all that stuff a long time ago. Prison has a way of doing that. Well, at least it did for me.
And things are going okay, too. The Council and I are on pretty good speaking terms. I get a clothing allowance, this cool apartment, a Dish with all the extras. I even get a stipend for food and CD's, too. Hey, I gotta have my music, right? I know I won't get rich, but there's great satisfaction with my work.
It's like a job...and I get to kill shit. But, heh-heh, it goes without saying...I step out of line again and I'm toast. Hey, you don't have to tell this girl twice. I learned my lesson.
But about B. Well, it's just that, I...um...well...okay, just go with me on this one. I-I kinda feel sorry for her.
You think that's funny? Laugh at me again, you fuck, and I'll feed your eyeballs to the fish. Think I'm kidding? Do you wanna dance? Come give us a kiss and you too can answer the Big Question. In case you forgot, I stood at that Door for nine months and didn't learn a single thing.
But Buffy? She went all the way through. She had the answers. The Answers, the Question...everything.
And then it all got taken away.
You should see the empty shell that she has become.
Hey, I've walked a living death for most of my life. I know where she's coming from. I feel bad for her.
So she turns to me. I'm guessing that Spike wasn't enough to satisfy her...and that's saying something. I know Fang's rep in the underworld; I hear things. I listen.
I heard that Drusilla loved the pain. She could drink it down, belch out loud and ask for seconds; maybe that why she dug Angelus more than Spike. Yeah, I heard that whole story. Then Blondie goes and gets all soft and romantic for B.
In the end, B rejected him. No wonder. B likes the pain. She likes to hurt...to be hurt.
Boy, don't I know what that's like.
So she seeks me out. She knows I'll hurt her. I won't hold back. I'll do for her what no one else can.
I know what a Slayer can take. I'll take her to that limit...and then just a tiny bit more. Hey, it feels good to be trusted. You know, I wish we knew all this shit when she was still in high school. But that's all in the past. Right now, I'm thinking about tonight.
It'll take her the whole day to recover. But that means lots of bathing and cuddles. Maybe a few kisses, too...if you get my meaning.
You know, 'cause of all this, It'll be my turn to patrol tomorrow night. But that's okay.
After a day with B, I'm always up for a good slay.
Hey, I hear a knock at the door. Gotta go.
Time to party.