Crimson Regret
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
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Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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10,210
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70
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter 10
(((Woohoo, three chapters in a day. You all should worship me. No, just kidding. Although it’s nice if you do ;)
Also, I know I’m gonna get bitched at for this chapter and presenting Buffy in this way. But hey, my story. All I can promise is that it’ll work out in the end. As it always does.)))
[ -- Chapter 10 -- ]
*Uh oh, I’m in trouble.* “B... ahh.. You wanna stretch or something first?”
“No.”
I run my hand threw my hair, kind of nervous. I haven’t sparred with B in a VERY long time. Last time we fought we were trying to kill each other. I really have no idea what to expect from this. There’s no way I could trust her. For all I know she could turn around and stab me in the gut... again. I don’t want to fight with her, I don’t really even want to spar with her. But I know there’s no way B would let me out of this one.
“Uh, you sure?” I try again, and stretch my arm across my chest to demonstrate.
“Yes.”
“But you could pull something...”
“Damn it Faith just fight me!” She yelled aent ent to punch me.
I blocked it and she spun around to hit me with a back kick but I ducked and she missed. She kept trying to hit me but I blocked all of them. She was getting frustrated and she started cursing and throwing insults at me, letting her anger control her.
“Why the fuck aren’t you fighting back Faith?! Is it cause you know you deserve to have every square inch of your ass kicked by me? Huh? Come on Faith, lets see some ‘Dark Slayer’ released out of you. Come out and play with me, darling.” She was circling me, her hair sticking to her face and her wit with how sweaty she had gotten already.
“No, Buffy.” was all I said. I still kept my hands raised to block her attacks though.
"Scared, -F-? Come on, I want to see how bad you really are,” she snarled.
“I don’t want to be bad, B.” I say calmly, refusing to unleash any anger.
“Too late! You were screwed from the minute you were born! Your whole life was hell, wasn’t it? I bet you deserved every part of it.”
“SHUT UP!” I scream at her.
“Oh? A reaction? Good. So what exactly happened Faith? Did your par not not love you? Didn’t get the toys you wanted? Were you a spoiled little brat who thought the world was hell when she didn’t get an icecream? I bet you were.”
“You don’t know shit about my life! I fucking wish to God that was what it was, but it wasn’t! And I will never, -ever- give you the satisfaction of knowing. So screw THE FUCK OFF!” My anger was rising, and I was having a hard time controlling it.
“Aw Faithy your so cute when your angry.”
“Shut up.” I glare at her.
“Is that the best you can do?” She fiend surprised shock.
I dropped my hands and stood up strait and opened my mouth to yell at her, but it didn’t happen. With my defenses down she spun kicked and hit me in the face. Followed by a right hook and then swept my feel out from under me, making me hit the ground hard. She straddled my waist and held my arms above her head.
“Faith your no fun,” she pouted then smirked. Her gaze left my face and roamed over my body, resting at my chest that was rising and falling at a rapid rate.
“Uh, Faithy? That fight kinda left you exposed...” she grinned evilly at me and looked down. At one point one of my breasts popped out of my tight-as-hell shirt and now Buffy was getting an eye full. I felt myself start to blush. I try to move my arm to pul up my shirt but Buffy wouldn’t let me.
“No, no, let me...” she still had a wicked grin on her face and an animalistic gleam in her eyes. She leaned her head down and lazily traced a wet trail around my nipple with her tongue.
I close my eyes and try to stifle a moan. I want this... no I don’t... yes I do... God what do I do?! Buffys tongue on me has been all I’ve been dreaming about for years. But this scenario hasn’t been. Buffy wants to possess me and that scared me.
She bit my nipple hard and I cried out as it brought back a rush of memories. My stepfather standing over me naked, telling me I’ve been a bad girl as he ripped off my clothes... his naked flesh against mine... the way he marked me with whatever her could; teeth, knives, burns, anything.... trying to get out from underneath him and he pinned me to the ground... the evil gleam in his eye as he entered me...
“Buffy stop!” I choke out as I feel her pull down my shorts, exposing my pussy to her leering eyes, and put her fingers in me. The gleam in her eye was no different from my stepfather. It scared me and I drifted from my past to now.
“Come on Faith, I thought you wanted me?” Buffy snarled.
“Buffy... please...” I start to cry as I desperately tried to pull myself out from underneath her.
“What? You want more?” She brutally shoved a third finger and I could feel my walls try to adjust to the fit, but it wasn’t going so well with the angle we were in. It was painful.
“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” I scream. I couldn’t even see strait because my eyes were so full of tears.
All of a sudden Buffy was thrown off me, I still couldn’t move though. I heard Willow start to scream at Buffy as she ran over to her after she magicly threw her off of me. Tara ran over to me and I just buried my face in her shoulder and cried as she fixed my clothes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Buffy?!” Willow screamed in her face.
Buffy didn’t answer, she just stared at me with a blank expression on her face. What she did to me started to sink in and a horrified expression settled on her features as she put a hand up and covered her mouth.
“Well?!” Willow screamed.
“I...I....” she stuttered.
“You what?! You just decided you were going to rape her?! Buffy I am the last person who thinks Faith deserves forgiveness but no one, NO ONE, deserves what you just did!” Willow slapped her with all the force she could muster.
Tears started to make their way down Buffys cheeks and she looked at me “Faith.. I...” she made a move towards me but I jerked backwards and cowered against Tara, hiding my face and shaking.
“Buffy you need help,” Willow told her friend. When Buffy didn’t answer she continued, “Faith is staying with me and Tara tonight. We’ll deal with you tomorrow.”
Tara helped me up and I take a quick glance back at Buffy, who was just frozen stalk still and staring at me with tears running down her face. Tara led me out of the training room past Giles, Xander, and Anya and the last thing I saw was Buffy starting to claw up her arm with her nails.
TBC....
Also, I know I’m gonna get bitched at for this chapter and presenting Buffy in this way. But hey, my story. All I can promise is that it’ll work out in the end. As it always does.)))
[ -- Chapter 10 -- ]
*Uh oh, I’m in trouble.* “B... ahh.. You wanna stretch or something first?”
“No.”
I run my hand threw my hair, kind of nervous. I haven’t sparred with B in a VERY long time. Last time we fought we were trying to kill each other. I really have no idea what to expect from this. There’s no way I could trust her. For all I know she could turn around and stab me in the gut... again. I don’t want to fight with her, I don’t really even want to spar with her. But I know there’s no way B would let me out of this one.
“Uh, you sure?” I try again, and stretch my arm across my chest to demonstrate.
“Yes.”
“But you could pull something...”
“Damn it Faith just fight me!” She yelled aent ent to punch me.
I blocked it and she spun around to hit me with a back kick but I ducked and she missed. She kept trying to hit me but I blocked all of them. She was getting frustrated and she started cursing and throwing insults at me, letting her anger control her.
“Why the fuck aren’t you fighting back Faith?! Is it cause you know you deserve to have every square inch of your ass kicked by me? Huh? Come on Faith, lets see some ‘Dark Slayer’ released out of you. Come out and play with me, darling.” She was circling me, her hair sticking to her face and her wit with how sweaty she had gotten already.
“No, Buffy.” was all I said. I still kept my hands raised to block her attacks though.
"Scared, -F-? Come on, I want to see how bad you really are,” she snarled.
“I don’t want to be bad, B.” I say calmly, refusing to unleash any anger.
“Too late! You were screwed from the minute you were born! Your whole life was hell, wasn’t it? I bet you deserved every part of it.”
“SHUT UP!” I scream at her.
“Oh? A reaction? Good. So what exactly happened Faith? Did your par not not love you? Didn’t get the toys you wanted? Were you a spoiled little brat who thought the world was hell when she didn’t get an icecream? I bet you were.”
“You don’t know shit about my life! I fucking wish to God that was what it was, but it wasn’t! And I will never, -ever- give you the satisfaction of knowing. So screw THE FUCK OFF!” My anger was rising, and I was having a hard time controlling it.
“Aw Faithy your so cute when your angry.”
“Shut up.” I glare at her.
“Is that the best you can do?” She fiend surprised shock.
I dropped my hands and stood up strait and opened my mouth to yell at her, but it didn’t happen. With my defenses down she spun kicked and hit me in the face. Followed by a right hook and then swept my feel out from under me, making me hit the ground hard. She straddled my waist and held my arms above her head.
“Faith your no fun,” she pouted then smirked. Her gaze left my face and roamed over my body, resting at my chest that was rising and falling at a rapid rate.
“Uh, Faithy? That fight kinda left you exposed...” she grinned evilly at me and looked down. At one point one of my breasts popped out of my tight-as-hell shirt and now Buffy was getting an eye full. I felt myself start to blush. I try to move my arm to pul up my shirt but Buffy wouldn’t let me.
“No, no, let me...” she still had a wicked grin on her face and an animalistic gleam in her eyes. She leaned her head down and lazily traced a wet trail around my nipple with her tongue.
I close my eyes and try to stifle a moan. I want this... no I don’t... yes I do... God what do I do?! Buffys tongue on me has been all I’ve been dreaming about for years. But this scenario hasn’t been. Buffy wants to possess me and that scared me.
She bit my nipple hard and I cried out as it brought back a rush of memories. My stepfather standing over me naked, telling me I’ve been a bad girl as he ripped off my clothes... his naked flesh against mine... the way he marked me with whatever her could; teeth, knives, burns, anything.... trying to get out from underneath him and he pinned me to the ground... the evil gleam in his eye as he entered me...
“Buffy stop!” I choke out as I feel her pull down my shorts, exposing my pussy to her leering eyes, and put her fingers in me. The gleam in her eye was no different from my stepfather. It scared me and I drifted from my past to now.
“Come on Faith, I thought you wanted me?” Buffy snarled.
“Buffy... please...” I start to cry as I desperately tried to pull myself out from underneath her.
“What? You want more?” She brutally shoved a third finger and I could feel my walls try to adjust to the fit, but it wasn’t going so well with the angle we were in. It was painful.
“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” I scream. I couldn’t even see strait because my eyes were so full of tears.
All of a sudden Buffy was thrown off me, I still couldn’t move though. I heard Willow start to scream at Buffy as she ran over to her after she magicly threw her off of me. Tara ran over to me and I just buried my face in her shoulder and cried as she fixed my clothes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Buffy?!” Willow screamed in her face.
Buffy didn’t answer, she just stared at me with a blank expression on her face. What she did to me started to sink in and a horrified expression settled on her features as she put a hand up and covered her mouth.
“Well?!” Willow screamed.
“I...I....” she stuttered.
“You what?! You just decided you were going to rape her?! Buffy I am the last person who thinks Faith deserves forgiveness but no one, NO ONE, deserves what you just did!” Willow slapped her with all the force she could muster.
Tears started to make their way down Buffys cheeks and she looked at me “Faith.. I...” she made a move towards me but I jerked backwards and cowered against Tara, hiding my face and shaking.
“Buffy you need help,” Willow told her friend. When Buffy didn’t answer she continued, “Faith is staying with me and Tara tonight. We’ll deal with you tomorrow.”
Tara helped me up and I take a quick glance back at Buffy, who was just frozen stalk still and staring at me with tears running down her face. Tara led me out of the training room past Giles, Xander, and Anya and the last thing I saw was Buffy starting to claw up her arm with her nails.
TBC....