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I Love How I Hate You	By : potmunkey Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 4976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This is actually a standalone of my first fic The Clearing, I didn't want to upload it here by itself cuz well, it's not smutty or naughty enough, but the sequel, I Love How I Hate You (which is) will come in the following chapters.

Title: The Clearing

Rating: PG/PG13

Pairing: none
really

Disclaimer: Don�t sue me I have no money

Spoilers: none

Feedback: This is my first fic and I would love to know if
ya�ll think I should keep trying or just drop it and stick to reading
fanfic

Summary: This is totally AU, from Faith�s POV, there are
no slayers, no demons, no vampires, etc.
Faith and Buffy are friends, just high school kids having a little fun
during the summer, well, Faith�s having fun at least.

Author�s Note: This is actually a true story, just not
with Buffy & Faith (duh), but I did this to a good friend of mine � and
yes, she�s still friends with me � I just figured that this kinda seems like
something Faith would do�

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She�s deathly afraid of the darkness; because she
believes she grew up in a haunted house.
I just think some mean-spirited spirit traumatized her as a child. She hates admitting that she�s scared of the
dark, because it�s one of her deepest darkest fears. Being the cruel individual that I am, I feel
the need to exploit this fear. I justify
this by telling myself that by doing so I am helping her conquer this fear �
hehe, whatever I need to tell myself to get the job done. Actually what I plan to accomplish is to show
her that there�s nothing in the dark to be afraid of � except me. Now before you start chastising me, I was
only sixteen at this time.

Buffy, my victim, is a bright preppy fifteen-year-old
student � wait, no � she�s a dropout, but she�s still very fifteen and
spoiled. She has strawberry blonde hair,
bright green eyes, a fake tan and seriously needs an attitude adjustment. Normally, I would avoid a girl like her as if
she were syphilis, but my buddy Xander wanted to nail her so Buffy and I
partied together. Even when Xander
didn�t � or couldn�t � nail her, I ended up with a new sidekick. Buffy also happens to live out in the
boonies, which works to my advantage; it�s 28.3 miles out of town and a
thirty-five minute drive � twenty if I drive.
When I say boonies, I mean it too.
The roads are long straight two-lane country roads, with rolling hills
that are fun to drive on. Driving down
Compton Road is like a mini-rollercoaster ride in your car � that�s the only
redeeming quality of the boonies. There
are vast acres of open farmland, the trees are nature�s skyscrapers out here,
and the fields are blanketed with green grass.
Might be nice to live out here if you�re a serial killer or want to run
a meth lab without being disturbed, but I hate it out here. It stinks like cow shit twenty-four seven and
there�s not a Starbucks for ten miles, that�s unheard of. Ten miles!

As much as I dislike the countryside, I find myself
making a daily trip out to this hellhole � and sometimes two or three
trips. What a freakin� waste of gas
huh? I digress; it is on one of my daily
excursions out here when I got this idea.
At first, I felt a bit guilty for coming up with such a devious, yet
clever, plan to traumatize my unsuspecting sidekick, but I get over it
quickly. A quick phone call to my
partner in crime, Xander, and the plan is in motion. We meet the next day at the closest
Starbucks; we drive out to the clearing back and forth a few times � I want to
make sure he can find the spot easily in the dark, since, out here, everything
looks alike at night. Down a dusty
gravel road, it is only about 150 yards to the small clearing, but because of
the slight bend in the road you can�t see the street. The clearing itself is not large either,
being only somewhat larger than a regular classroom; because it�s shrouded by
soaring trees, it seems much smaller, especially at night when visibility is
minimal. The stage is set and my plan is
ready to be executed.

It�s a Monday night and a perfect night to be
implementing my plan. Buffy and I catch
a late movie; we then stop for some Krispy Kreme on the way back to her
house. While she wolfs down the
doughnuts, I covertly text Xander and he drives down to the waiting spot. When I drive past him I flash my high beams
three times to let him know it�s me. He
waits ten seconds, and then follows me to the clearing with his headlights
off. He parks his car along the road to
avoid being detected by her. I drive
very slowly down the unpaved road to make it seem longer.

�Why are we pulling over here?� she squeaks already a
sign of freight in her voice.

�I think I�ve got a flat, my car started pulling hard
to the right,� I respond nonchalantly.

�Oh, okay.�

�Don�t worry about it, just stay in the car. I�ve got
it,� I say as I get out, making sure I take my keys along with me.

Now, I could not have asked for a more perfect
night. Not only is it black as pitch,
the fog is so thick you could cut through it with a knife. Xander is right on time with his glow-in-the-dark
Jason mask and real chain saw. Buffy is
sitting inside the car, oblivious to what�s about to happen. Right now, she is carefully checking her
makeup; a girls� gotta look good for a slaughter, y�know?

Xander lets a rip with his gas-powered chainsaw and
the sound thunders through the clearing.
I can visibly see Buffy jump inside the car. It�s a good thing the sound of the chainsaw
is so loud or she�d hear us laughing.
Just then, I throw myself against the passenger side window, smearing our
very realistic fake blood all over my car and the window; letting my body go
limp like a rag doll as I slide to the ground.
I can hear her blood-curdling scream as she sees Xander�s silhouette in
the darkness. As I lay on the ground
trying to stifle my laughter, I know that she is fumbling for her cell phone �
little does she know I�ve already stolen it on our way over here � wouldn�t
want her calling for help now, would we?
Xander does look very menacing waving the big power tool about like a
maniac. I reach up with my �bloody� hand
flattening it against the window, I hear her screaming and pleading as my
partner in crime pretends to jab me with the saw. A part of me is touched that she is so
disturbed by my apparent death, but I�m having too much fun to really
care. From her perspective, I�m positive
that it looks as though he�s murdering me in a very gruesome way. I let my hand slide down the glass like in
horror movies as he continues jabbing away.
When I�m clearly out of sight, I crawl around to the driver�s side to
watch. When he�s finished �killing� me,
he wipes some of the blood away from the glass letting her clearly see
him. He taps her window and comically gives
her a thumbs up, he follows that by pointing at her giving her the universal
�heads off� gesture then gives another deafening roar of the chainsaw.

Right then, I throw open the driver�s side door and
yank Buffy from the car as if she were a cork in a wine bottle. Caught completely off guard, she lets out the
most horrific high-pitched shriek I�d ever heard � anywhere. I quickly bring her to her feet and plant
kiss on her forehead before she realizes it�s me; I step back and give her a
big smile, from ear to ear, then quickly burst into hysterical laughter.

�You should�ve seen the look on your face,� I manage
to choke out through my laughter � I�m laughing so hard my eyes have begun to
tear up. A look of shock and anger
immediately settles across her face, I know she want to hide the fact that she
was crying.

�Damn, we had you goin� good,� Xander laughs, while
taking off his mask and turning off his chainsaw. �Don�t be mad,� he adds, trying to hug her,
�it was just a joke.�

�A joke?!?� Buffy screams as she shoves him to the
ground and tries to kick him. I restrain
her, still trying to suppress my laughs.
She struggles to break my hold only to try and attack me.

�That was not funny!� she screams, as she
tries to hit me. Her attempt is feeble
as I grab her oncoming hand and spin her around. She then lunges at me as if she were drunk,
both arms flailing about like branches of a willow tree on a windy day. At this point, poor Buffy is far too
hysterical to be able to make contact, though her rage is definitely there. I try not to laugh too hard as I dodge her
swipes easily.

�Yeah, it was way funny,� Xander chuckles from
the ground, on that cue she goes back to kicking him.

It really was pretty funny, least I thought so.
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