Trick Or Treat
by Slayer125
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy.
Dedication: To Liz (You are the bomb diggity).
"What do you want?" The door opens and she is there in front of me and I know as sure as I am breathing that it is now or never. I can continue being a coward and have the life I long for torn away from me or I can say the words she has longed to hear. Maybe I am giving myself way too much credit and she really doesn't care that the bag she is packing is a sign that we may never see each other again.
"Do you mind if I come in for a few?" She turns around and heads back to the bed where her duffel bag is thrown with a few meager belongings in it. My heart hurts to think that her life consists of what can fit in a bag.
"Don't feel sorry for me." Her voice draws my attention and I look deep in those eyes knowing I will be able read the depths of her soul.
"I don't feel sorry for, Faith."
"And don't lie to me either. I am not some damn charity case that you can play the high and mighty goddess on."
Ok I can see I am not getting anywhere with this. I turn around and hear her leather as she moves. Within seconds I am out the door and I shut it behind me. Gathering courage I breathe deeply, finding comfort in the night. Some Slayer I am, can't even find the courage to tell her.
I knock on the door again and she answers, I can tell she is getting pissed. "Say trick or treat Faith."
"Huh?" She is totally bewildered by this turn of events and I am glad we might be on even ground now. My life has been totally crazy since I met her. "Don't you have that backwards, B? Last time I checked you say trick or treat."
I can't resist teasing her "so you will do tricks."
"I know tricks that would make you blush but the bus leaves in a couple hours so I need to get gone ya know."
I pull the letter out and hand it to her, immediately going to the steps and sitting down. She moves behind me and I hear a deep sigh then she goes back to the door and I hear the paper rustling. My heart feels like it is going to explode out of my chest. I know I couldn't tell her so I wrote it. By the time she gets done reading it she will know I am weak and probably not worthy of her love but I need it. The thought of her leaving me gives me a future of darkness.
I feel her move behind me and I am terrified, not of demons, or the night of the dead…those things are simple what scares me is that she may laugh at the words I wrote when I spoke of the way my hands get sweaty when she is near or that just the thought of her takes my breath away.
"B" she kneels beside me, "is it true?"
I feel a sob lodged in my throat as her calloused hand caught the bottom of my chin and pulled my eyes to hers. A phrase from school catches my thoughts "it was the best of times and the worst of times." That never made sense until now. If she feels the same my life will be perfect no matter what comes but if she says no, my life will surely be hell. Everything depended on this moment in time.
"Always, I tried…" I catch my breath "I tried to be the perfect little girl that everybody thinks I should be and then you showed up and was everything I wanted to be. I resented you." I try to pull away but she wraps those long legs and arms around me and I am in heaven.
"I treated you so bad and I hated myself because it became so easy but you can't go and if I have to lay at your feet and beg for your compassion I will. Stay with me out of love, stay with me out of pity I don't care because I know that you will love me."
Wow, did I say that? "I can't stay with you out of pity, B." She looks at me with those chocolate brown eyes that I could drown in. "But I can stay with you out of love, I have wanted you for so long but you always threw me away."
I shuffle to my knees. "I know…I am so sorry Faith." She kisses my nose and I want so much more, just that touch makes me wet. I have spent so many nights dreaming of her and wanting this touch. I move my lips up and as soon as our lips make contact I am lost in the sensation of floating on clouds, touching the heavens. How could my Dark Angel bring such peace to me? It is Halloween and I ask "Trick or Treat." Tonight is the night I get my treat, my heart, my soul.