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decor_bestia [28 Nov 2009|05:23pm] second_best I will break into your thoughts With what's written on my heart I will break, break Faith had a lot of time to think as she walked from the warehouse to the hotel. She turned things over in her mind several times...but couldn't find anyway around what her 'mission' was. And you know what the biggest problem she was having was? What if she couldn't do it? What if she liked it too much? These questions haunted her thoughts as she strode down various streets and alleys, one hand tucked into a pocket of her leather pants, while the other carried a steady stream of cigarettes up to her lips. As she neared the hotel, she came across a small group of vampires-no more than seven. She dusted three before they finally agreed to listen to her. And they liked her plan. I'm so sick, Infected with where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, Selfishness I'm so sick I'm so sick After she left the vampires waiting in the spot she'd chosen, she finished her walk up to the hotel and stepped quietly in through the doors of the lobby, glancing around. No Buffy in sight-she gave a faint sigh of relief at that. Somehow, Faith had the feeling Buffy would hate this as much as she did. But she did see Danielle and Becky, two potentials. Fixing a smile onto her lips, she sauntered over to them, noting that they looked bored. "Man, you potentials must really be gettin' tired of hangin' around this dirty old place, huh?" The younger of the two, Becky, looked up. She looked up to Faith, and adoration shined clearly in her bright green, trusting gaze. She inwardly vowed to find a pair of blood red leather pants exactly like the ones Faith wore. The matching top was totally hip, too. "Hi, Faith! Um...yeah. I was just talking to Dani about it. 'Cause...you know? We've been doing all this training and stuff...and we may not have the Slayer power like you and Buffy...but some of us feel ready to fight. We feel like we're just..." "Waiting to be picked off?" The girls nodded, and Faith tossed her latest cigarette onto the floor, stamping it out absently. If you want more of this We can push out, sell out, die out So you'll shut up And stay sleeping With my screaming in your itching ears "Found a nest. Wanna go huntin'?" At their eager nods, she steeled herself. "Good. Go grab a few of the other girls who are gettin' nervous, and meet me out front." She leaned in all conspiratorial-like. "And hey...let's keep this just in our lil group, mkay? Don't want any party crashers." In less than ten minutes, a group of five girls had assembled outside, grabbing a few weapons, and awaiting Faith. She had, of course, detoured to the kitchen for something to eat, and finished chewing the last of her chips as she stepped outside. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking them over, then gave them a smile. "Let's go." It didn't take long for her to lead them to the spot. The vampires were laying in wait, waiting to see if she'd follow through on her end of the bargain-they would also make good witnesses for the First...though, Faith had a feeling it was watching. As she stepped into the small area, she spun, suddenly, and sent a high kick towards the neck of the girl behind her, Becky. The force of the kick instantly broke her voice box, and sent her flying back into Dani and another girl. As the final two teens came close, Faith gritted her teeth. This was, after all, the only way she could save everyone else in the hotel. She reached out to grip the blade of the sword one girl carried, and yanked her forward. Chopping at her hand, she took the sword from her, then plunged the point into the girl's chest, killing her. Tossing her body aside, she rounded on the last girl, who turned to run. Faith didn't bother with theatrics this time-she just took the sword and threw it straight at the girl's back. The redhead sank to the ground, dead, and Faith finally turned towards Becky, Dani, and the final potential, who's name she didn't know. She advanced on them, and Becky, who was being helped to her feet, glanced over and opened her mouth to scream. Hear it, I'm screaming it You're heeding to it now Hear it! I'm screaming it! You tremble at this sound You sink into my clothes And this invasion Makes me feel Worthless, hopeless, sick But nothing came out. An instant later, Faith's fist slammed into her ear, popping the eardrum, and she became a deadweight-literally-in the arms of the other two, her blood splashing across all of them. Dani tried to pull her away, thus leaving herself open to Faith. Faith pulled out her own dagger from the back of her pants, and reached out, slitting the brunette's throat. A faint whine in the air alerted her to where the blonde girl was-she spun in time to slap a crossbow bolt out of the air, and leapt over the body of the first girl she'd killed to reach her. She grabbed the crossbow and tore it from her hands, tossing it aside. She reached out and tugged the girl close. "Sorry-but it's for the best." And she plunged the dagger into her heart. Letting the body fall from her hold, she slowly began to walk backwards from the scene, eyes a little wide in shock at the carnage. As she cleared the area, the vampires came out from their hiding and descended upon the bodies-drinking, as agreed. The point had been to make it seem like the girls were ambushed by vampires...rather than one of their idols. Faith staggered away to lean against a building, hands resting on her knees-and still holding the bloody dagger. After a few deep breaths, she straightened and carefully wiped off the dagger, her eyes growing cold-it was the only way she could cope with what had just happened. As she had feared earlier, her old bloodlust slowly began to wake itself up again, and she glanced down at the blood on her hands and clothes. Hey, at least it matched. Sliding the dagger back into her pants, she headed for the hotel once again. Time for stage two. And she had a small idea of who to pick. When she reached the Hyperion, she headed inside one again, and this time made her way to the room of a certain girl-while making sure to avoid others. When she finally got to Constance's door, she took a small breath to prep herself, then knocked on the door rather harshly. I'm so sick, Infected with where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, Selfishness I'm so sick I'm so sick I'm so sick Infected with where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, selfishness I'm so I'm so sick I'm so I'm so sick post comment

decor_bestia [28 Nov 2009|05:21pm] second_best Who: Faith When: After she stabs Buffy and takes off Where: Back at bad guy HQ Locked: Angelus (and other baddies if anyone else has a REALLY great idea) Progress: Incomplete The question asked in order // To save her life or take it // The answer no to avoid death // The answer yes would make it // Make it Faith was covered in blood...and most of it wasn't hers. As she walked through the streets of LA slowly, mostly resembling a character from Night of the Living Dead, her thoughts were in turmoil, images filling them. Becky's eyes were wide with pain, with betrayal, as she fell back into the Dani and the other ex-Slayers, her voice box shattered. Constance, mostly pissed off, desperately begging Faith why she was letting this happen. Why she'd brought her to the warehouse. B. B staring at her, condemning her while speaking words of forgiveness. And B's eyes...never leaving hers as her life began to slip away. Faith gave a small shudder, closing her own eyes while still walking. When next they opened, she found herself standing in front of the door to the warehouse. Do you believe in God // Written on the bullet // Say yes to pull the trigger // Do you believe in God // Written on the bullet // And Cassie pulled the trigger Slowly the brunette walked in, ignoring the hungry stares of a couple of stray vampires near the entrance. She probably smelled like breakfast, lunch, and dinner to them. The girls, Constance, and Buffy. But they knew better than to attack her-they'd be her dessert. Silent, she walked into the center of the warehouse while glancing around. Her three cracked ribs were already starting to heal, as were the 5 scratches-Buffy nail shaped-that were on her cheek. The bruise on her chin, under the blood, was now black and yellow, and nearly gone. Faith felt none of it. She'd killed Buffy. All heads are bowed in silence // To remember her last sentence // She answered him knowing what would happen // Her last words still hanging in the air // In the air Shaking her head a little, she absently rubbed some of the flaking blood on her hands off on her pants, then fumbled out her pack of smokes. Shaking one out, her still slick fingers fumbled with the lighter for a few minutes, cursing as she tried to light the flame. When it finally did, she put pack and lighter away, then took the cig from between her lips and blew a slow, steady stream into the air. "Yo....First....I've got news." She called out. How does one exactly get the attention of the First, anyway? Do you believe in God // Written on the bullet // Say yes to pull the trigger // Do you believe in God // Written on the bullet // And Cassie pulled the trigger Apparently not like that. When she was answered, she turned to the source, taking another drag, then tilted her head, studying the figure. How many will die // I will die // I, I will say yes // Do you believe in God // Written on the bullet // Say yes to pull the trigger // Do you believe in God // Written on the bullet // And I will pull the trigger post comment

from decor_bestia [28 Nov 2009|05:19pm] second_best Downtown Who: Faith What: Faith gets antsy, leaves Cordy's place, decides to go for a walk near the hotel When: While all the Buffy/kidnapping deal is going on Locked: To Wes Progress: Incomplete When you're alone and life is making you lonely, you can always go downtown. When you've got worries all the noise and the hurry seems to help I know downtown. Cordelia had asked her-not so politely-not to smoke inside the apartment. An apartment she didn't even live in anymore. An apartment that somehow still kept a ghost-who seemed to feel the same way about smoking. As a matter of fact, whenever she reached for her cigarettes, this Dennis kid would somehow hide them until she went in the kitchen and stood by the open window to smoke. Then they'd just be there on the counter. She'd been there a while. Hell, she didn't even know how long. As she sat on the counter and leaned towards the window, twisting to face it to blow her smoke out into the dark, she shook her head a bit. "No reason for you to even care, Den. Not like you'd get cancer." She smirked as she tossed the still smouldering butt of the cigarette out the window, then leaned back to her starting position, dark hair resting against a cabinet. A soft, annoyed sigh escape her, before she reached over next to her and picked up the bag of chips Cordy had most recently brought her. She munched on a handful, then tossed it back down and hopped off the counter. Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city Linger on the sidewalk where the neon lights are pretty How can you lose? Moving to the bare living room, she began to pace back and forth, practically prowling. "Y'know, I'm gettin' real tired of being cooped up in here." She'd long since changed into different clothes-some of which the seer had brought her, as well. She had to admit, Cordelia was trying. Trying to help her. But there were times that Faith felt like just giving up on herself-what was the point, anyway? No one at the hotel would accept her after what she'd done. She'd tried to kill Buffy. Now her sister-slayer would have the same scar she did. Faith hadn't even known, at first, that Buffy had lived. And when Angelus had attacked her for it, she'd realized she'd lost all chance of even belonging on the evil side. There just wasn't anywhere for her, anymore. And being in this apartment wasn't helping in the slightest. Sure, it was kinda roomy-especially since it was mostly empty-but she still felt like the walls were starting to close in on her. Shaking her head, she headed for the door. "Back later." She absently called to the ghost, then made her way out and down to the street. The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares So go downtown, things'll be great when you're Downtown - no finer place, for sure Downtown - everything's waiting for you At least the streets didn't feel quite so suffocating. Sure, the air was bad. And hell, it was still dark. But she felt better on the streets. More at home. Funny, right? Booted feet carried her along no particular path. She didn't see any vampires or demons really-they musta been getting tired of the lack of an easy-to-find food source. Anyone who was still in LA was stupid. She wondered when Buffy would figure that out, and give up and get the hell outta there. Don't hang around and let your problems surround you There are movie shows - downtown Maybe you know some little places to go to Where they never close - downtown Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova You'll be dancing with him too before the night is over Happy again When she looked up next, she found herself across the street from the hotel. Her eyes narrowed a little. She wasn't home-she'd taken care of that, herself. But it felt like a place she could've belonged. But no one there would accept her. She hadn't given them a reason to. The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares So go downtown, where all the lights are bright Downtown - waiting for you tonight Downtown - you're gonna be all right now And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to Guide them along post comment

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