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Mirror

By Norwalker

Part 11

Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story that appeared in the Television series " Buffy the Vampire Slayer" are the sole property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Inc, and Fox Inc. All other original characters are the property of the author, as is the story. Work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone living or dead coincidence. Blah, Blah, Blah. Enough already, I don't make a dime and am very tired of lawyer speak. Aren't you?

"You are your choices"

Seneca.

1

Rupert Giles paces nervously about the shop. It's earlier in the evening of the same day .

He watches as Amy reads through Buffy's diary. She insisted it would help in modifying the ritual of restoration spell if she knew Buffy's mindset. But he suspected there was also a healthy does of curiosity and snooping involved. Whatever it was, as he watched, he saw her eyebrows raise and lower, and more than once her cheeks color a deep crimson. She somehow managed to keep that little crooked smile of hers, but there were times when it slipped.

" Wow," She says, coming up for air. " I suspected something was off about her… but wow." She shakes her head.

" It is rather disturbing. When I started reading it, I was shocked that Buffy had … changed so. And some of it is rather graphic in it's descriptions. Dear me."

" And some of it hot … I didn't think you could bend your body into those positions, " Amy says with a mild awe.

"AMY!" Giles say, face coloring. " I don't believe we need a critique on Buffy's amorous affairs."

" Critique my butt. This is pure out and out admiration, Giles, " Amy grins, looking at one particular passage and blushing.

Giles grabs the book away, and flips back through some pages. He reviews some of the rambling narrative, and reads some of the poetry.

" I thought before you might be a bit … impetuous in your assessment of Buffy's circumstance. But reading this tome more meticulously, I'm finding myself more in concurrence with your estimation."

Amy looks at him strangely.

" I agree with your opinion of her mental state."

" Oh," Amy says. " She's a bit loony."

" That's a tad simplistic, but yes, essentially. She definitely shows signs of being having multiple personalities."

" Right. But I'm still believing it's not like…real. It's all part of her, or at least, parts of her, seeing what she went through. They just sort of need to be under control again."

" Yes, therefore the ritual of restoration. Bringing some order back to the chaos that appears to be Buffy." He shakes his head. " It's just so difficult to believe. She seemed to be doing so well…"

" Well, I think first thing, we've got to work out the spell. That's not going to be easy. I really wish Willow were here. She's good at this kind of thing."

" Well, from Faith's reaction yesterday, I’m not sure we can count on Willow. I'm afraid we're going to have to do this."

" And then, we really need to convince Buffy…"

The bell to the shop rings, and two men enter. One is wearing a long black duster, the other is dressed conservatively casual, and wears glasses,

" That's sort of why we're here," Angel says, walking towards Giles. " Rupert." He nods greeting.

"Angel!" Giles says, surprised. " I admit I wasn't expecting you. Why are you here?" he looks over to where Wesley is wandering around the shop. " Why is he here?"

" Well, we were hoping to see Buffy. Maybe I could talk to her, try to suss her out a bit. Faith called me yesterday, and was quite convinced that Buffy's gone well… how'd she put it?.. Oh yeah, freaky with a side of insane-o. Faith might just be overly cautious… but…" Angel shrugs. "She's been through a lot. She really could need help."

" More than you know." Giles hands him Buffy's journal. " You might want to take a look at this."

" My, Mr. Giles, I must say. You've done a bang up job with the place, " Wesley, approaching the counter, comments. " I see you have the real soul of a shopkeeper." He nods, looking around." Of course, I suppose you have to keep busy somehow these days, seeing how you don't get out in the field as often as before…"

Giles makes a strange clucking sound with his tongue. " Yes," He replies, dryly, " This from the former Watcher who on his first day, bragged to me how he had experience with two, count them two, vampires. Under controlled circumstances, of course."

" Now, now, kids. If you keep fighting like that, " Angel says, while he reads, " I'm going to have to… geeze…" his eyes widen. He re-reads the passage, then taking the book with him to Amy, points out the passage. "… is that even possible?"

Amy looks at it, her eye go wide, and she cocks her head. " I … don't know. I never tried it." She looks again." Sounds…painful."

Angel reads on, his expression alternating between surprise, consternation and grimness. Finally, he slams the book shut and hands it back to Giles. " I don't know who that is, but that's not the Buffy I know. Or really ever want to know. I think Angelus might be in love, though."

" Yes, rather," Giles voice is rather flat. " There is more. I don't know if Faith told you, but we suspect Buffy has kidnapped Willow."

" What?" Wes says, surprised. " Why would she do that?"

" We don't know. But from that journal, Faith concludes she'll be next. And as she put it, we won't have to wait long for her next move."

Angel doesn't look pleased. " Any idea where Buffy or Faith is? Have you seen either of them today?"

" No, actually. I fear they don't come her often these days. Busy I suppose."

" Well, ok, has Buffy been acting strangely?" Wesley asks," anything out of character?"

" No, not that I noticed. But again…she isn't in much."

" Wait a moment. I seem to remember something Joyce said. About Buffy having a date this evening." Rupert looks at his watch." She's probably just going out on it now, matter of fact."

" Oh? Who's she dating? " Angel asks. Maybe with the tiniest grain of jealousy in his voice.

Rupert glances up. " Oh… a young man named Ford. Ummm… William Fordham. Yes, that's it. I believe he's an old friend of hers from L.A. She's been seeing him on and off." Giles muses a bit. " I remember, she brought him by the shop once. Nice enough chap." His brow furrows. " A little strange, though. Seemed a bit out of it, as the kids say. And he wears a strange collar around his neck. When I brought it up in conversation, he said it was a gift from Buffy."

" Collar? From Buffy?" Angel asks. He recalls a long passage about pet training in the journal. It wasn't referring to the cute adorable furry kind with tails, either. " Do you think Faith might be at home?" He asks.

" I believe so…she isn't going on patrol, I know that." Giles looks at Angel with some bewilderment. " Why do you ask?"

" I think we need to get over to Buffy's house. Keep an eye out. I think Faith may be right." He turns and heads for the exit. " Wes, let's go."

" Wait, I'll come along," Giles calls out. " Amy? Would you be kind enough to close up the shop? And please, get started on that spell."

" Sure, Giles. Not a problem."'

" And, no filching the conjuring powder. It costs a lot."

" You're no fun at all." Amy sighs. He didn't say anything about powered newt eyes, however.

Giles exits. He runs to catch up with Wes and Giles at Angel's car.

" So, I'm still puzzled. Why're we going there now?"

" I think whatever's going to happen? Is already happening."

" Oh, dear," Giles says, slipping in the back seat. The car pulls away from the curb. " Do you think we'll be in time?"

" I hope so, Giles. I hope so."

2

Faith feels like twin hammers are pounding her head from the inside. Her tongue feels glued to the roof of her mouth, and even closed, her eyes feel hot and grainy. For a moment, she's foggy. What's going on?

Then it all slammed back home. Ford drugged her. She remembers trying to hit him, and then all sorts of him weaving in front of her eyes before everything going black.

She pulls on her arms and legs, and confirms to herself she's bound tight. Fuck, good one Faith. You knew Ford was a shill, shoulda thought he might try to roofie you. Naw, you thought fake vamp attack where they try to take you. Well, Angel, hope you were watching…

She opens her eyes to see Buffy leaning over her, looking down on her face. Buffy smiles.

" Hey, there you are," Buffy snuggles closer to Faith. She plants a tiny kiss on her lips. " Thought you were going to sleep the night away."

" Well, Buffy. Got me all bound up now. Gonna do those things you said in those creepy little poems of yours?"

Buffy's smile turns to a frown. " You read my diary?" Angrily, she slaps Faith. " That was private!"

" Oh, and try taking drawing lessons? Took me awhile to figure out that it was a bleeding heart, and that toothpick coming out of it was a knife". She looks around," so where are we? This where you gonna kill me then?"

Buffy cocks her head, a strange little smile on her face. " Does it matter? Really?"

" No, guess not. Just curious." Faith struggles against her bonds, then relaxes. " This blows any way you kill me, you know?"

Buffy draws a finger down Faith's very naked chest. She stops near her heart. " God, Faith, you make it sound like I'm going to stick a knife in your heart. It's not like that."

" Dead's dead, Buffy" Faith struggles a little more.

" But you're only going to be dead briefly honey, then you'll be alive like you've never been alive before."

" Yeah, swell. A fucking blood sucker. So what? You gonna make me your bitch, Buffy? That the deal? Lead me around on a gold chain for all your vamp buddies to play with?"

" I was angry when I wrote that, Faith," Buffy flushes, " you'd just spurned me." She leans over, caressing Faith. " I don't want you as my bitch. That'd be a waste. I want you as my queen honey." She goes to kiss her, but Faith turns her head away. " Don't be like that Faith, please?"

" Like what? Angry?" Faith snorts. She pulls on her bindings, struggling to free herself. " Don't touch me. You make me sick." She keeps struggling.

" I got you something. Something special." Buffy gets up, walking towards the other room. Faith notices she's dressed simply, in a white, loose fitting strapless dress that just reaches her knees. Her hair is loose and flowing. She looks so sweet and innocent, and she's so… Faith shudders.

" I don't want anything you can give me, Buffy. Just forget it, " Faith calls out.

" You'll want this," Buffy calls back.

She enters the room, leading someone. From her position on the bed, tied down, Faith can't at first see who it is. All she can see is a pair of hips encased in a floor length sarong.

" What, another one of your toys, Buffy?" Faith makes a face. " Gimme a break, ok?"

At Buffy's urging, the hips move around so she's fully in Faith's line of site. It's Willow dressed in the sarong, and the only other thing she's wearing is a large smile. She climbs on the bed, and climbs up towards Faith.

" Red? God, what has she done to you?" Faith looks anxious.

" Hi, Faith," Willow says softly, leaning over to kiss Faith. " I've missed you. I'm glad you're here."

Faith looks at Buffy, furious. " What did you do to her? What kind of sick joke is this?"

" You don't like her?" Buffy looks a little upset. " You don't want her?"

" Faith, honey, " Willow cups Faith's face with her palm, turning it towards her. " Buffy didn't 'do' anything to me. Except free me."

Faith can't move, but her face expresses she would cringe away if she could. " God, Red. You're not thinking clearly." Faith turns to Buffy. " Did you drug her? What? This… god…" She hawks and spits at Buffy. " God, I hate you."

Buffy's whole face seems to collapse. Her eyes get large and shiny, and her mouth turns down into a sad frown. She doesn't say a word, but turns away, walking to distance herself.

" How could you do that?" Willow looks at Faith with angry, questioning eyes. " How could you…?" She shakes her head and gets up , going to Buffy, who by now is shaking silently.

" Shhh, Buffy, no. Don't be upset. She just doesn't understand what you want to give her yet. She's angry, she'll come around." Willow holds Buffy, stroking her hair and back. " Shhh. It's ok, baby." She hugs her for awhile.

God, this is just getting weirder by the second. Faith stares at the two of them.

Willow turns back to Faith, her face red and angry. She comes over, staring down at the bound slayer.

" God, what is your problem anyway? Buffy didn't 'do' shit to me. All she did was free me. Take that 1000 pound guilt boulder I've been carrying around on my shoulders for years. Make me see that Tara isn't going to come back, ever. Finally free me from the pain and guilt. And you… you…" She spits on Faith. " You spit on her!"

" Willow!" Faith is shocked at her vehemence." What the hell? What're you doing? Don't you know what she wants to do? She wants to …"

" Change? Become a vampire? I'm not stupid, Faith. I know it. I want it!"

"Want it?" Faith looks sick. " You want to become… that?" She nods her head towards Buffy.

" She's sick, Faith. She's not meant to be human. Not anymore," Willow stares down at Faith. " God, she lost everything she was. I mean, you're a slayer, Faith. How'd it feel to just lose your powers. I don't think you'd handle it very well, either."

" But … to become a… thing? A vampire, " Faith shudders. " Will, it's not like putting on a dress. You can't change your mind. And it's not you anymore. It's some thing… it takes up residence in you, has your face, your memories; it walks and talks like you. But it isn't you. It's a monster. You, the thing that makes you special? That's gone."

" You don't have a clue, Faith. You've never been one. She has, " Willow turns to Buffy, and smiles. It's gone when she turns back to Faith. " It's not like that at all. It frees you, empowers you, and makes you strong. God, it's called evil, because whimpering little people hate that they're not the top predator. Something preys on them. Well, boo-hoo!" She kneels beside Faith." God, the crap they've filled you with. Me with. All of us with. Vampire bad, man good. What a load! Look at people. They kill each other, shit on the environment, and try to destroy the planet. How good is that, huh? Who're the real monsters here?"

" Will, don't," Buffy comes over, putting her hands on Willow's shoulders. " She doesn't get it. She's filled with the crap they've shoved down her throat. Don't get upset. I didn't bring you out here to lecture her, just to please her."

" I'm sorry, Buff. I just didn't like what she said to you, did to you. You're right, she's just… " She leans her head on Faith's thigh." Sorry, Faith, I know it's just that crap they've brainwashed you with. I get upset when someone hurts Buffy, is all. Don’t be mad, ok?" She smiles up at Faith.

The sheer wrongness of all this, added with the scent of madness, makes Faith shudder.

" God, Red, she's lying to you. She's feeding you a fairy story. Poor little vampires, so misunderstood. They're not vicious soulless killers. Oh no, they just go around taking a pint here and there, cuz they have to. But they're not bad, they don't relish the killing, they don't try to hurt anyone, they don't occasionally decide to destroy the world. Not them!" She looks at Willow with sad eyes. "I've talked to Angel. He's been a vamp. He clued me. I wanted to know what it was like for him. Thought it would help me. When he described what he did, what he felt doing it…." Faith closes her eyes in pain. " Don't you remember, Red? She … or the vamp she was… killed Xander. Did you forget that? How angry you were, how hurt you were? Or isn't that important anymore?"

" She did it because of you, Faith, " Willow looks at her. " If you hadn't been so damned stubborn, maybe Xander would be alive now!"

" Oh, it's MY fault now, is it? Gee, how typical. See that hasn't changed any." Faith shakes her leg, knocking Willow's head off her. " Get away from me. You never changed how you feel about me. Get away!"

Willow, hurt, retreats.

" You believe Angel?" Buffy says, looking at her. " Angelus? King of the liars? He'd tell you anything to get what he wants."

" Angel always played it straight with me."

" Oh yeah, straight into your pants. God, he was just using you, Faith. Don't you see that? He just wanted to get horizontal with you. "

" that's a total load, Buffy. IF you were really Buffy, you'd know that."

" Oh yeah. Remember when I walked in on the two of you in L.A.? Looked pretty cuddlesome to me. If I hadn't come in, I bet he would've been making you really happy in a few."

" That's just sick. It wasn't like that at all. He was comforting me. I guess I needed it. But you just came in, and got all jealous. As usual."

" Seems there was a time you wanted him in your pants. Remember when you tried to make him Angelus? Be his true self? You were nearly creaming yourself, you wanted him so badly. And boy, the look on your face when you found out he was fucking with you. That was priceless," Buffy laughs.

" He was doing a job. Something YOU asked him to do, Blondie," Faith spits back, " I know that now. Sure I was pissed, but it wasn't about me. It was about you. He wanted to please you. He loved you. " Faith arches a brow. " I seem to remember you and he, really not getting along too well after that. Oh yeah, he told me. Seems someone couldn't get over what happened. Well, here's a newsflash, B. He never got wriggly with me. Didn't happen. I just flaunted it in front of you to hurt you, and it worked. " Faith shakes her head, " He loved only you, B. That never changed. He's a decent guy."

" Angel is a sadistic, perverted, selfish killer, Faith. He hasn't changed. He's just hiding it better these days."

" He's got a soul…"

" Oh, sure… and there's never, ever been ANYONE with a soul that's EVER done anything evil, has there, Faith?" Buffy looks pointedly at her.

" Yeah, I was a killer, B. A torturer. All of it. But the diff is, between me and you? I can change. I can atone for what I did, but you? No way, you can't change. You don't want to change. In your head, you're not evil. You're right. You justify what you do because you think you're better than anyone else. You think you're better than me, " Faith smirks." Well, get a clue, Blondie, you're not. You'll never be."

Buffy sits down next to her, then leans over her." Not better, lover. I just know what I want. I want to be happy, and to make you happy. I want to be with you forever, making you happy." Buffy kisses the top of Faith's chest. "So tell me lover. Are you happy? The way you are? All that crap and guilt they've laid on you, does it give you a warm toasty feeling inside?" She leans over, kissing the space between Faith's breasts. Faith gasps ." Walking around, looking at people, wondering if they're judging you? When you sleep at night, getting the dreams. Are you happy, having the nightmares, baby? Waking up, sweating because they've made you feel bad about who you are? When they actually notice you, not ignore you, does it give you a thrill when they pat your head and call you good girl? Is it fun, Faith, being their puppet, going out to fight the ' bad guys', when in your heart you're really a bad guy? You want to be bad, so much it aches in you? Having a happy now, Faith, thinking about it?"

Buffy shifts her position, straddling Faith. She gives her a long, slow lick from her navel to the hollow of her neck. Faith shivers.

" I can taste it in you, baby. How you want to be bad. How you want to let it go, be bad again. It tastes like honey, " Buffy leans over, licking Faith's lips." Mmmm. So sweet. I can taste the darkness, lover. It's spicy and hot." She leans closer, her lips almost caressing Faith's . " I love spicy and hot." She touches her lips to Faiths, then pulls away. " I love it a lot"

She grabs Faith's hair in her hand, and holds her head as she kisses her. It's hot, fierce and passionate. She crushes her lips on Faith's, pushing her tongue against Faith's closed mouth.

Faith struggles against her, trying to move her head to avoid the lips. But slowly she starts to relax. Her struggles get weaker, then stop. Her mouth opens, and Buffy's tongue invades her, licking her palette and tongue. Faith feels herself sucking her tongue, greedily.

Ok, wrong so wrong gotta stop this now. Angel, where the fuck are you? Aw shit I wish she wouldn't… oh man… oooh, man…. Concentrate, Faith. Use this…. God, it's hard to think… just think… you can use this…

Buffy smiles as she breaks the kiss. " Mmmm… now that's my girl." Her warm tongue begins to caress Faith's face. " You taste so good. It's hard to believe you're so bad, " Buffy chuckles as she licks.

I really wish she'd stop that. Hard to think… oh fuck, what's the deal with my toes?

Faith glances down, and sees Willow leaning over her feet, sucking on her toes. She looks up at Faith, and giggles.

Buffy sits back on her hips, and pulls down on her dress. Her upper body is revealed, her nipples hard and needy.

" C'mon baby," Buffy breathes, tweaking her own nipples, licking her lips. " You know this is what you want. Not that crap they make you do. We'll be together, you, me and Will, forever. " She leans over, brushing her nipples against Faith's lips. " Isn't this what you really want? I'll make you powerful. I'll make you strong again. I'll give you everything you've ever wanted, and more. We'll be together, love together, hunt together. Mmmm" Buffy leans closer, pushing her nipple against Faith's lips." Just do it, lover. Do it. Take what you want!"

Faith's mouth opens, and she sucks in Buffy's nipple. She suckles it greedily, like a child.

" Oh yes, oh yes, lover. Do it… god, take it, take it all…" Buffy's body starts to squirm as warm tingles rush through her.

Faith seems lost in the moment, suckling Buffy's breast. She feels Willow licking her calves, and she gets a big low down tickle.

Buffy's hand slide up over Faith's tummy , caressing her breasts. " It's gonna be so sweet honey. So sweet. It'll be like nothing you've ever felt before." Her hands cup Faith, and kneed her.

Faith feels fiery tingles flowing through her. Her resistance is gone, she just settles back, knowing she can't stop this. Her heart starts to hammer faster when she feels a tongue on her thighs, then someone is nibbling the flesh, sending tiny sparks to her sex.

Buffy pushes back, a small smacking sound is made when her breast pulls from Faith's mouth. She gets up, and goes around Faith, sitting at her head. She caresses her hair, then leans over Faith, lowering her mouth to her breasts. Faith sighs.

Her sighs turn to whimpers when she feels a warm tongue touch her sweet low down. The tongue dances up and down her, sending hot nastiness flowing all through her. Faith's head lolls to the side, then the other as the fire starts to burn in her tummy.

But her attention is drawn upwards when Buffy's hips are over her face. Her loose skirt reveals Buffy's a very naughty girl that doesn't believe in underwear. More, her sweet peach seems to be wet… and so juicy… then the peach starts to lower closer… and closer… and closer to her face until it's on her face.

Buffy adjusts herself, moving her peach around until she finds Faith's mouth. Then she pushes back just the tiniest bit… and is rewarded when a soft tongue begins to lick her peach. Buffy's arches her neck back, sighing heavily as Faith's tongue splits her peach, lapping up her juicy goodness.

Smiling dreamily, Buffy lowers her head to watch as Willow uses her tongue to pleasure Faith. Willow looks up and smiles, and the two kiss deeply, Willow pushing her tongue into Buffy's mouth so she can taste Faith's sweet honey. The kiss continues for a bit, then they break. Willow gets back to work, as Buffy teases Faith's bud from its hiding place. She touches it with her tongue tip, and is rewarded by Faith's loud groan.

But Buffy is having a hard time concentrating, her own fires building up in her tummy. Faith's tongue is making her crazy, and she finds her body rocking back and forth , pushing back to get her tongue deeper within herself. She feels the scream building in her when the first wave of pleasure hits, and she sings it out as the second, third and fourth hit in quick succession.

Dizzy as she is, Buffy gamely tries to pleasure Faith's bud, her tongue lapping over it. She is rewarded when she hears Faith groan loudly, then moan and scream as her body stiffens underneath Buffy. Then she hears Willow's squeals, and looking, she sees Willow's face covered in lickable goodness. Smiling like the cat that ate the cream, she licks Willow's face as Willow giggles.

"mmmm… sweet little Willow. Working so hard, and no reward. I don't think that's fair at all." Buffy kisses her softly. " Now turn around baby, I want to taste that Willowy goodness."

Willow does so with alacrity, and Buffy is presented with an up close and personal view of Willow's cute little ass. Mmmm. So pretty, Buffy thinks as she begins to nibble on the soft cheeks. Willow giggles, and wiggles as Buffy playfully slaps her, then kisses the little love slaps. But she really lets out a happy sigh when Buffy gives her a serious lick down between the cheeks.

" Oh god, Buffy," Willow sighs, loving it. Her head lowers to the bed as major rivers of fire run through her.

Buffy slathers her tongue over Willow's little peach, enjoying the juicy sweetness." Oooo," Buffy mumbles, as she continues to tongue her, " somebody's been all naughty…getting so wet and nasty." She begins to slap Willow's butt cheek as she licks up her flowing juices. " bad, bad girl" She slaps Willow harder.

" OH …OH… god, Buffy yeeeessss do that hurt me please I love it when you do that ooooohhhhh" Willow cries out, feeling her sweet release building stronger in her. The pain and pleasure take her higher, making her hotter and wetter.

Willow's ass and hips start to rock. Buffy wraps her arms around Willow, and concentrates on her sweetness, pushing her deeper and higher.

Willow lets out a loud moan, followed by a scream as the first wave hits her. She bites the bed as the second hits her, and collapses as the third causes her to pass out. She lays there, a happy smile on her lips, eyes closed.

Buffy giggles at the sight of the unconscious Willow, then turns around and makes her way up to Faith. She sees Faith staring at her. She cuddles close, gently caressing her. She kisses her, and lays her head close to Faith's

" There, how's my bad girl feeling now?"

Faith smiles. But her eyes seem different, harder somehow. Her smile turns to a smirk.

" Pretty damned good. B" She says, a little breathily.

"So, do you want to be bad with me?" Buffy kisses her neck.

Faith stares out into space. Her eyes are black and glossy like obsidian.

" I came up here to save you, Buffy. I thought you needed saving. But I was wrong. You don't need saving. You know what you want. And you were right. I'm not happy. I'm not cut out for this ' good girl' crap. I'm a bad girl, a real bitch at heart. And I wanna to be bad. It feels sooo good to be bad. Yeah, I'm thinking, this could be sweet. Real sweet. And wicked cool. So let's do it, Buffy. Let's do it."

Buffy smiles in triumph. She raises up and sliding her arms under Faith's neck, holds her.

" Now, that's my girl" She says, just before she kisses Faith passionately.

3

Angel peers down the alleyway, watching as Ford knocks on a door. The door opens, and he enters the building close to the end. Angel's brow furrows.

"Well, it seems he knows where he's going," Angel says. " Buffy mentioned in her journal that she had a club downtown. I wonder…"

" Wouldn't it be rather suspicious carrying a body into a public place?" Wes asks.

" It's a private club, Wes. Pretty sure, no one questions the owner."

" That would be Buffy?" Giles asks.

" Good Rupert, you catch on quick," Angel vamps out. " So I say, we should do a little club hopping. What do you guys say?"

" Exactly what kind of club is this?" Giles asks, a little startled at Angel's change.

" Kind more likely I'd be going to than you, Rupert, " Angel smiles. It’s a bit chilling. He throws his arms around each of their necks, and starts dragging them along .

" This is rather uncomfortable, Angel, " Wesley gasps out.

" So's life, Wes. So's life." He looks at them both. " When we get to the door, play along."

Wes and Giles manage to look at each other. They're not sure they like the sound of that.

Angel reaches the door, and kicks it a few times. A peephole opens in the door, and still holding Wes and Giles, he leans over, grinning at the doorman.

The door opens slowly, and the doorman, fair sized himself, blocks the door.

" Yes, can I help you, sir?"

" Well, you could be getting yourself out of the way so I can come in."

" I'm sorry sir, this is a private establishment, by invitation only."

" Ah, yes, invitation. Wait now. Let's see…" he turns to Wes. " Do you have the invite?" Wes shakes his head, best he can. Angel turns to Giles. " How 'bout you?" Giles also shakes his head. He looks somewhat red. Angel turns back to the doorman. " Seems I misplaced my invitation."

" I see," the man starts to close the door, but Angel stops it with his foot.

" Now, don't be hasty. Check the list, boyo."

The doorman, much put upon, sighs. " Very well, sir. Name?"

" Angelus"

The man looks up in surprise. " Really. THE Angelus?"

" No, lad. I'm his cousin from Cork. Yes, THE Angelus."

" Well, that is a different case. You're quite well known around here, " The doorman frowns." Heard you have a soul now."

" Have a soul, don't have a soul. Right now, don't. So be a good boy, and let us in. Or…?" Angelus grins. Again, not exactly a heart warming sight.

"Well sir," The vampire swallows hard. Angelus' rep proceeds him. " If it were up to me, I'd let you right in. But there are rules, sir. And the owner is very picky about who she lets in."

" I see. And who would that be? The owner?"

" Buffy. Buffy Summers."

" Really? Wee lass, stands oh… about this tall." Angel puts out his hand, still gripping Wes's neck. A gurgling sound is heard."… blonde, really perky?"

" Well, except for the perky, yes."

" We go way back. I'm sure she'd be happy if I came right in…" Angel starts to drag Wes and Giles with him.

" Sir, please," the doorman holds up his hand. " I'm afraid I'd have to check with her, and right now she has instructions not to be disturbed." The doorman looks askance at Wes and Giles, " and who would these be?"

" My blood dolls. I promised them a night out. They can get cranky, you know." Angel smiles.

" Indeed. Well, I suppose if they're with you. Still, I'll have to check with someone."

" By all means, do. I'll come with." He releases Wes and Giles suddenly, who fall to the floor. He looks at them, with arched brow. " Good boys. Sit. Stay!" He turns to the other vamp. " They'll wait right there."

Wes, rubbing his neck, whispers to Giles. " Blood dolls?"

" Vampire thralls. Human." Giles replies, rubbing his.

" Oh…OH!"

Angel and the doorman walk a few steps, and then Angel halts. " You know what? I think I'll just go see her myself" Before the other vamp can react, he has his head in his hands. He twists it, and a loud snapping is heard. The other vamp turns to dust. " I want it to be a surprise."

He turns to Wes and Giles. " Well? Are you going to sit there all night? Let's go!" He stage whispers to them.

They get up, and follow him in.

"Whatever you do, blend in!" Angel hisses to them.

" You didn’t say what kind of club this is, " Giles reminds him.

" Vampire Club. Be cool." Angel walks off to lean over the Gallery.

"Oh dear." Giles sighs.

A tall, leggy brunette with really large eyes comes up to Wesley. She gives him the once over, which causes Wes to go a bit pale.

"Well, hello salty goodness, " She says, almost purring it out. " Lost honey?"

"No," Wesley manages, " I'm a regular. Come here all the time."

" Really, that’s strange. I come here all the time too. I've never seen you before. I think I'd remember."

" Well. I'm usually not with him, " Wes nods towards Giles.

" Oh, I see." She blinks. " OH, I see. You're not …like…" she shakes her head.

" Hmmm? Oh… no… indeed not."

" Good, " she smiles seductively. " So, cutie, what say…" she runs her fingers up and down his lapel. " Want to dance?" She looks over at Giles. " I'm sure your dad here can find something to do…"

" Yes, " Giles says dryly, " I'm sure l left my bottle of Geritol around here somewhere…"

" Hmmm… dancing…"

" Wes. We're here on business. I don't think…" Giles starts.

" Dancing, yes. That would be nice," Wes cuts off Giles.

The Brunette smiles, and offers her arm. Wes takes it, and leads her down to the dance floor.

" Bloody burke, " Giles mutters. He moves to the Gallery rail.

A petite red head sidles up to Angel, looking down on the dance floor. She sighs heavily.

" Something the matter?" Angel asks, also scanning the floor for a sign of Buffy.

" Just… nothing really looks tasty tonight. And I can't decide if I want a big meal tonight, or just a snack to hold me over." She gives the floor another sweep. " hmmm, hmmm, hmmm."

" Well, what about that one?" Angel points to one of the costumers in a cape.

" Yeah, he looks edible. But geeze… kinda fat, don't you think? Looks a bit dorky in that costume, too."

" Well, are you going to eat him, or date him?" Angel asks.

" True," she giggles. " You're new here. Hi, I'm Linda."

" Angelus."

Linda's eyes go wide. " THE Angelus?" She asks, almost in awe.

" Why does everyone do that? I eat my victims, one at a time, just like everyone else."

" It's just that you're rather famous, "Linda says, doing a little hero worship, " especially around here. The Mistress talks about you a lot. You guys had a thing, back when she was human, right?"

" You might say that," Angel replies, " So, do you know where Buff might be?"

" Oh yes!… oh… but … she's kind of tied up at the moment… or someone is…" She giggles.

Angel feels a small chill. Damn, that'd be Faith or Willow.

" Oh, c'mon, I'm sure she could spare a few moments for an old friend." Angel smiles at her.

Linda gets a little melty. " I'd really love to. But the Mistress… well, she can be quite upset if she's interrupted. Especially now."

Mistress. Still trying to get my mind wrapped around that one. Buffy in leather and high heels…hmmm… Angel, business. Keep focused!

" Why now?"

" Oh…well, something important is going down. Really important."

"Oh?" More stomach ice.

" Yes, and she can't be interrupted for anything."

" So, what's happening?"

" I can't say. Secret."

" Oh, c'mon, We're friends, "Angel takes her hand and squeezes it. " Aren't we?"

More melty. " I just can't really say. But let's just say, a change is in the works."

" A change huh?" Angel feels his stomach tighten up. " sounds important."

"Oh ,it is… I really should be up…well, working right now. But I'm just so hungry, " Linda looks sadly over the railing. " We've been working so hard the last couple of days, breaking in the new pet. Haven't had much time to hunt."

" New pet?"

" Yes… red hair, like mine. Well, not like mine. Mine's frizzier. She's a sweetie, but still required a lot of work. You know?"

" Oh yeah…pets can be such a problem, " Angel nods. God, what is she into, anyway?" So, does this new pet have a name?" He asks, not really wanting to hear…

" Willow, like the tree. Kinda cute."

" Willow…yes." Angel looks around. Oh crap. She is here…and change? Not sounding good! " So, any chance of getting a little meet time with Buffy? For old time's sake, and all. I mean…" He reaches out and caresses Linda's cheek. " … I've come a long way to see her…"

Big melty. " Gee… I don't know…"

" Ah, c'mon, " Angel says, laying on the charm. He does that cute little half smile girls go gaga over. " I'm an old friend. Can't you help me out?"

Puddle. Red headed puddle with starry eyes. " Well… I'm not supposed to, but I guess…well, I can't let you in while the change is happening… but I don't see any reason you can't watch from the doorway…"

" You're a peach, " Angel smiles at her. " So, when's this ' change' going down, anyway?"

" The new girl…just got in… geeze, the mistress said she needed time to prepare her…so …" she shrugs. " … it might be awhile…"

New girl! FAITH!

" Oh? Well… ok," Angel shrugs nonchalantly.

" Look, I don't want to sound like a pig, but I'm really starving here, " Linda says smiling. " Let me grab a snack, and I'll meet you over there" She points at the end Gallery, " … and I'll take you to the place, ok?"

" Sure, you're a doll, " Angel winks at her.

Shivers. Major shivers. " Thanks, handsome." She walks around him. " How the Mistress ever let go of you…" she clucks her tongue. " Seeya later." She trots downstairs.

Angel rolls his eyes, then spotting Giles, walks over to him. " Where's Wes?"

Giles nods down on the floor, where Wes seems to be dancing up a storm.

" Does he know she's a vampire?"

" I don't think so. I think he was thinking with that brain of his south of his belt buckle" Giles says with some asperity.

" You don't like him very much, do you?"

" He's a pillock" Giles mutters.

" He's changed, Rupert. Not the same …well, twit… he used to be."

" I don't know…" Giles says, looking at Wes downstairs.

" Anyway, we better get him. I might have an idea where they are."

" Really?"

Angel nods, then leads the way downstairs.

" You're English, aren't you?" Gina, Wesley's dance partner, smiles.

" Yes, rather. Born that way." Wes replies, enjoying the view.

Gina laughs. " And funny too. You're just too sexy," She dances closer, rubbing up against his side. " How come we haven't hooked up before?"

" Well, usually because he's working," Angel says, pulling Wes away," And we have a strict policy of not dating vampires." Angel vamps out, staring at her.

" Ah… sorry, didn't know he belonged to you, " Gina backs off. Still ,she throws Wes a kiss. " If you're ever looking for a new Mistress, give me a call sugar." She dances away.

Angel and Giles look askance at him. Wes pulls out a cross. " I knew she was a vampire." He says defensively.

"Well, anyway, if you're done dating the undead now, Wes. I think I know where Faith and Buffy might be. Willow too."

" Oh?"

" Yeah. Look up guys, Tell me what you see?"

" Hmmm… big screen TV's" Wes says.

" The Gallery, " Giles adds.

" A little further, guys."

" Hmmm?" Giles says, looking straight up. " Mirror ceilings. Oh."

" Mirrored ceilings. Interesting , but I don't see the relevance."

" This is a vampire club, Wes."

" Right… oh…OH" He looks up again. " I see. You think …?"

" I do… why have mirrors in this kind of club…unless you want to see and not be seen?" Angel points up. " Two way mirrors"

" So you think there might be something up there, then?" Wes asks. "Clever. Bird's eye view of the club."

" Yes, and I've arranged a way up. "

Angel briefly his encounter with Linda.

" So, you think that door leads upstairs?"

" Yes, and I'm supposed to meet her back there… after she grabs a snack," He looks at Wes.

" Do you think we should wait, Angel? Faith might be in danger."

" I don't think so. Buffy can't be vamped yet. And I suspect she's going to want to sire Faith and Willow." He sighs. " Anyway, if I read that diary right, she's pulling a Dracula on Faith…"

" I’m sorry?" Giles' brows ask the question.

" A Dracula. I'd figure you'd get the reference. Giving her the choice. Making her want to become a vampire."

" Ah yes…."

" Total crap, really. But then…" Angel looks around this club. " With her state of mind…" He looks up at the vampire movies playing on the screen. " Kinda fits. So I'm thinking we have some time yet, and I don't want to blow in too soon. Faith, when I talked with her, wanted time to bring Buffy around." He looks at Giles. " Is there something going on between Faith and Buffy?"

Giles blinks. " I… don't believe so…especially." He decides to keep Faith's private life private for now.

" Ok. Just she sounded sort of…." He trails off. " Anyway, lets go up. I've got a date with a little red-headed vamp. Hate to make her wait."

He makes his way to the staircase and heads up.

Wes hangs back, grabbing Giles' sleeve.

" Is there something between Faith and Buffy?"

" Not now, Wes, " Giles says, starting to follow Angel. " Not now."

Wes, looking a little confused, follows him.

4

"So happy," Buffy sighs, snuggling next to Faith.

Faith looks down between her legs, seeing Willow sleeping there.

" I think you killed her, B." She chuckles.

" Naw, she's just happy," Buffy says, kissing Faith on the neck. " Me too."

" Never seen a girl sleep with her ass in the air before, " Faith shakes her head. " She's a strange one."

" Yeah. There's only one of those in the world, " Buffy agrees. She smiles at Willow, who can be heard snoring lightly.

"So, Uhhh… Buff… about these chains. Real kinky… but totally getting old…"

" Of course, honey, " Buffy says. She gets up and walks over to Willow, slapping her raised ass.

" Huh? Wha? Lemme have another 5 mom, ok?" Willow says sleepily.

" Geeze, Buff. Let her sleep. I mean, you wore her out…"

" Faith, you have to get used to the pet concept. She's here to take care of you. She'd be upset if I let her sleep when you need something." She slaps Willow's butt again. "Anyway, I promised to let her let you out of those, when it was time."

" Buffy?" Willow sounds confused. Then she gets a big goofy smile on her face, " Buffy" she says softly.

" Willow, baby. Time to let Faith out of her chains."

" Huh? Really? You mean she…?"

" Oh yeah, Faith wants to be bad. Don't you lover?"

" Lookin' forward to it, B. " Faith grins. " So… Red… if you could…?"

Willow is up and off the bed in a flash. " Sure…" She starts for the keys, then doubles back going to Faith's head. " I love you!' She gives her a big wet kiss. " mmmmm".

God, don't even go there now!

Willow scampers off to the next room for the keys.

Buffy walks over to Faith, sitting by her. She strokes her finger up and down Faith's torso.

" Sorry about the chains, baby. But I needed you to be … well, I didn't want to drug you like Willow. I wanted it to be your choice, get it?"

" Oh yeah, " Faith says. " I get it."

" And you're happy with your choice?"

" Yeah, been thinking real good about this," Faith says, slipping back into old speech patterns. " really hate being … well, you, you know? I mean, you before you were what you are now. Get it?"

" Sure, hon, " Buffy says, a little wary. " You know I'm not like that now, don't you?"

" Sure, baby, sure. I read your journal. Anyway, lil miss Goody two shoes pom pom girl would never…" She grins. " She'd have a heart attack thinking about what we did, never mind doin' it." Faith chuckles.

" Right," Buffy smiles, " Right."

Willow comes in, key ring in hand. She goes over to Faith, and starts to unlock her manacles. They drop off Faith's wrists, and Faith pulls herself up, sitting on the bed.

" Whew, that's better, " She sighs, shaking out her arms. She reaches for Buffy, grabbing her. " C'mere."

She pulls Buffy into a passionate kiss. Buffy sighs, giving into it as Faith's tongue stabs in and out of her mouth. Faith then pushes her away, chuckling.

" What?" Buffy's smile wavers just a bit.

" Just love that goofy grin you get when I kiss ya, B." Faith smiles.

Buffy smiles back, feeling warmed by Faith's smile.

Faith feels the shackles drop from her feet. She whoops loudly, and starts bouncing on the bed.

" WHOOO Feels so good to be free, " She says, bouncing around the bed. " Oh yeah"

Buffy watches her, enchanted by her good spirits. Her heart flutters in her chest. God, she's just sooo beautiful.

" Hey, B? Where's my jacket?" Faith says, still bouncing.

" Huh?"

" Smokes. Wanna smoke. Gave 'em up while in prison, but really wantin' one now. Since the big C not an issue, since I'm gonna be dead soon, figured what the fuck, right?" She bounces higher. " Kept a pack around, just in case."

" Right… " She signals to Willow.

"Naw, babe, I wanna get it, ok? I mean, I know where they are and all. Just tell me where my jacket is."

" Let Willow get it, she wants to…"

" What's wrong babe?" Faith does an aerial flip, and lands close to Buffy. " Don't you trust me?"

She leans Buffy into a deep, bend over backward kiss. Buffy just makes an " hmmmm" noise. Faith holds her as she breaks the kiss.

" So, where is it, babe?" She asks softly.

" In the closet in the next room" Buffy sighs. She leans in for another kiss.

" Bathroom around there too, B? Gotta pee, bad." Faith says, after the next kiss finishes. Buffy just nods.

" 'K, well, back in a bit. Don't get too cold yet, " Faith winks, and walks out of the room.

Buffy watches her leave, her little fire building watching Faith's bouncy stride. She signals to Willow, who comes over and cuddles her.

" Isn't she beautiful, " Buffy says, sighing a little.

" Oh, no doubt. She's a major hottie, " Willow agrees. Then she looks at Buffy. " But so are you!"

Buffy smiles, and looks at Willow." You're just the sweetest thing." She leans over to kiss Willow.

The kiss progresses, and soon the two are laying back on the bed, kissing and caressing each other.

" Well, check out the lust bunnies, " Faith smirks, watching them.

Willow and Buffy pull apart, smiling and blushing. Then Buffy's brow furrows.

" What's going on hon? Why're you wearing your coat?" Buffy gets up and goes to her. " Feeling cold? I can fix that."

" Naw, just thinkin… well, don't it look sexy?" Faith flaps her coat closed, then open, flashing Buffy. Buffy giggles.

" Baby, anything you do is sexy, " Buffy says, looking with adoring eyes at Faith.

Faith, on the other hand, is looking down at the club below. " So, this is all yours, huh B?" Faith asks. " Club too?"

" Uh huh…it's ours, baby, " Buffy smiles.

" Yeah, yeah, " Faith takes a drag off her cig, then walks around. " This is a pretty sweet set up I gotta say. Real sweet. I think I'm liking it." She walks around, examining the walls. Seeing the little catch on one of the panels, she hits it. The wall mounted rack comes into view. Faith whistles. " Wow. This where you punish the bad girls?"

Buffy laughs. " It's just a toy. Something to play on, " Buffy says.

" Looks fierce," Faith says. She walks around some more, touching things, examining things. She finally ends up back at the bed. " Yeah, this is real sweet."

" I'm glad you like it, hon."

" I'm really looking forward to the change now, you know? I mean, hey, I got lots of badness stored up, just waitin' to come out. And we get really strong, right?" She looks at Buffy, who nods," And all the cool stuff. Yeah…" She looks down. " Gonna love takin' over this town. I'm gonna have it in my back pocket, ya know?"

" You mean, we are, baby." Buffy smiles.

" Do I?" Faith says. " you know, I was thinkin' about that. Here I am, gonna be this powerful rich bad ass chick. Got all this stuff, gonna take over this little burg… and I'm thinking, this is like forever. So…" She turns to Buffy. She flicks the burning cigarette butt at her. " … why do I need you?"

Buffy feels a chill in her heart.

" What're you talking about, baby? We love each other, forever. It's gonna be sweet…"

" There you go with that forever junk again, you know? I mean, it's givin' me the wigs. Not forever, just forever with you."

" Faith. Baby, what's wrong. Did I do something to upset you?" Buffy comes toward Faith, but Faith puts up her hand.

" Do? You didn't do squat to upset me, B. Fuck no. Hell, you can barely do shit, anyway, you know? Well, except maybe the whine. You're tops when it comes to whining, B. Hell, if they had an Olympic event in whining, you'd take the gold every time!"

" Faith, what did I do? Why're you angry at me?" Buffy is starting to look scared.

" Angry? Shit, this aint angry, B. Hell no, I'm feelin' good. " Faith strides over and fakes her out with a backslap. She watches her reaction and laughs. " If I were angry, you little bitch, you'd be on the floor, bleeding. Naw, I'm not angry. Maybe a little bored…"

" Why're you being so mean?"

" Mean? Shit, this aint mean. This is only a preview of coming attractions, you know? Fuck, just wait til I get rid of this pesky soul of mine, then the real fun starts. No more conscience, no more worries about nothin. Nope, I just take what I want, have it, and do whatever I feel like." She looks casually at Buffy. She smiles, and walks over behind her. She slings one arm around her shoulder, the other down to grab her ass. " Yeah, I'm really lovin' this hot little body of yours. Too bad we didn't use it sooner. " She gives Buffy a hard goosing. " But hey, what do you say?" She leans close, whispering, " maybe we can get another coupla fucks in before the real fun starts." She squeezes Buffy's ass, hard.

" Don't, Faith, please. You're hurting me!" Buffy tries to get away.

" ' You're hurting me'," Faith mocks her. Her arm tightens around Buffy's neck. " You don't have a clue what hurting is, til I really hurt you, B."

Faith bites her hard on the shoulder. Buffy screams.

" Shit, you bit me!"

" Gee, Buff. Thought you liked getting bit, " Faith laughs.

Willow is up, charging Faith. " Let her alone! Don't you hurt her!"

Faith reaches out, and grabs Willow by the hair. She drags both of them back to the bed. " Sit the FUCK DOWN,WILLOW!"

Willow sits, looking up at Faith. There is real fear in her eyes.

" Who's your mistress, bitch?" Faith backhands her.

" you are, " Willow says meekly. She touches her face.

" Sorry, didn't catch that!" Faith hits her again. " WHO?"

" Y-You are, Mistress" Willow lowers her face.

" Stop it, Faith. You're hurting her!"

" You want some , B?" Faith raises her closed fist. " I won't open slap you!"

Buffy looks at her angrily, for a brief second. Then she lowers her eyes. " No," she says softly.

God, B. don't wimp out, Faith thinks, fight back!

" Good, now…" She turns to Willow. " You don't get up, you don't say a word. Am I clear?"

" Yes, Mistress, " Willow says, cowed.

"Good girl" Faith reaches out, and tousles her hair. " Be a good girl, and I'll find ways to make you scream with happiness. Got it, pet?"

" Yes, Mistress," Willow looks up, just a bit of lust in her eye.

" Ya know, B. I was thinkin'. Just because we aren't gonna play out that lovey- dovey scenario of yours, don't mean we can't still have fun. Shit, you like fun, don't ya B?" Faith doesn't get an answer. She squeezes her arm. " Don't ya, B?"

" Yesss, " Buffy says, her voice quavering.

" Ah, what's wrong, B? Scared. Hey, you gonna love this, B." Faith drags her along, then throws her down on the couch. She hops on next to her. " So, I'm thinking. Why even turn you? I mean, right away?"

" But… but… I don't want to be like this,'" Buffy waves at herself." It was my whole idea to turn, to become a vampire!" She starts to get up, but Faith pushes her back down. " I hate being human!"

"Aw, but baby. Didn't you say you wanted to give me anything I wanted?"

" Yes," Buffy says, throat dry.

Faith grabs her hair, yanking her up. " Then give me this, bitch! Oh, I'd just love to torture you. Hear your screams, it'd be like an orgy to me, a fucking symphony of pain. You're pain, of course" She laughs , dropping her on the couch.

She turns around, and kneels in front of Buffy. " God, how I just loved to torture people. And baby? It was always my biggest wet dream to torture you. I dreamed about it every night in that hole of a hospital you abandoned me in, you bitch. Remember, when you stabbed me, nearly killed me? Remember that?" Faith swings and slaps her across the face. " I remember , B. I remember the dreams I had of you. How you came to hurt me again, and again, and AGAIN!"

Faith gets up, breathing hard. " So, baby. You love me sooo much, give me this. I so want to make you scream, you don't know. I've got so many ideas on how I could do it. …" Faith walks behind her, leaning over her from behind." Mmmm… wouldn't EVEN touch you at first. No way, baby. I think first, I'd like to bring Joycie in and do her. Yeah, now that would be sweet. How'd you like to watch me cut up dear old mom, right in front of your eyes? Hmmm… If I tried, I could probably keep her alive for weeks. Cut her slow, really painfully. Watch her die, piece by piece. Whatcha think, B?" Faith gives her wet kiss on the ear. " Did that give you a happy?"

Buffy cringes away from her in fright.

Fight me, B. Fight the fuck back. Do it!

"Mmmm… then, when were done with dear old mom, how 'bout daddy? No, not you're real daddy. Don't have a clue where he is. But… how 'bout dear old Daddy Giles? Hmmm? How bout that? " Faith leans in close." Bet you had a few wet dreams about fucking dear old daddy, didn't you? Bet you had a real happy when Angelus killed Jenny, cuz you were afraid she might actually make Giles happy. Maybe take him away from you, huh? Then you couldn't fool yourself anymore than he'd want you to spread those thighs for him and let him boink you, right Buff?"

" You… god, you're sick!" Buffy gasps, trying to move away. Faith grabs her hair. She pulls her back.

" Now, aint that the kettle calling the pot black, or what?" Faith kisses her forehead. " Whatcha think, Buff. Maybe I'll fuck old Rupert right in front of your eyes, give the man a few happies while you watch me do it. Then… oh… maybe cut him end to end, pour a few pounds of salt on him? Watch him scream in pain. Or maybe, I'll just break every bone in his body… one at a time, really slow like so the agony goes on and on. And make sure he knows it's because of you I'm doing it . So he can curse the day you were born!!!"

" YOU BITCH!!!" Buffy erupts off the couch, going after Faith. She jumps on her, pounding her around the head and shoulders. " You sick fuck! How can you do that? How can you think of that?" I hate you , I hate you… I HATE YOU!!!"

Finally, you're awake.

Faith flips Buffy off her, and grabs her arms. She pulls her close into a bear hug. " Angry B ? Pissed B? " She kisses her, hard and deep. " Me you pissed at, lover?" Faith pushes her away. " Me that disgusts you?"

Buffy comes roaring at her. She's like a maddened bull, all she knows is the anger, the pain inflicted on her. She hits Faith like a fist, knocking her back onto her back. She starts hitting her.

" FUCK YOU , FUCK YOU, I HATE YOU!!" She screams, hitting her and crying at the same time. Faith grabs her, and rolls over. She covers her with her body, and holds her down. Buffy struggles against her. Faith pushes up, and sweeps Buffy up, holding her in as she kicks and screams. She marches her over to the rack, and straps her in.

"We're not done with you yet, bitch. Uh-uh. You wanted Bad Faith, you got her. " Faith walks over and casually picks up the cat o nine tails. All the while, Buffy is struggling against her bonds, cursing her. Faith flicks the whip, then comes back over to her.

" Well, B, here we are. Last dance, and hey… as usual, it just proves I'm the better of us. You always wanted to think you were the better. Better slayer, a better person, better anything. But baby, just aint so. I'm the better slayer, I'm whole lot better person, and hey, I'm worlds sexier than you, you stuck up stick. So, happy yet, B? This what you want, B?" Faith takes the whip, cracks it, and then gently runs the tails across Buffy's stomach. " Need the pain you sick bitch? Need all this crap, you sick bitch? Is this it, baby? Is this what you really want?" She strikes the board next Buffy with the whip handle. " C'mon, B. Get mad. Get mad. Let me see you foam at the mouth." She hits the board next to her head with the handle." C'mon, don't wimp out on me, B. Fight back." She strikes Buffy in the stomach with the handle. " C'mon, you miserable little piece of shit, fight back!"

" I HATE YOU!" Buffy screams at her. " I HATE YOU!" She can't do anything else, so she spits on Faith.

Faith wipes the spittle off her face, and smiles. She walks over to Buffy, and cups her face with her hands." There's my girl!" Faith smiles at her. Its a kind, loving smile." Is it me you really hate, lover? Or is that that thing inside? That thing that's eating you up, trying to kill you. Trying to keep you under its thumb? Isn't that what you hate? " She leans in closer. " If you want me baby, fight for me. If you love me, fight. Don't wimp out on me now. Fight!" Faith leans in, and kisses her deeply.

Buffy's face changes. Her eyes are wide, soft and full of pain. Her face is etched with the sorrow and misery she feels. " Faith? Not sure I can. She… hurts me so bad… I'm so weak…"

" No, baby, you're not weak. You're strong, she's weak… fight for me. Aren't I worth it? I know it hurts, baby, but I won't let you down. I'm here, I'm here for you, but you gotta fight for me."

And then Buffy's head rears back, and her body starts to convulse in her bonds. She lets out a yell of rage, and curses, She moves left and right back and forth, as if someone… or ones, inside her are fighting for their life. She yells, she screams and she struggles.

"Faith! You've got to stop her… she's going to hurt herself," Willow cries, watching Buffy go through hell.

" No… Red, no…she needs this. It's her fight now." Faith walks back, and sits by Willow.

Buffy struggles for what seems an eternity, but it's only minutes. Finally, her body goes limp, and she hangs in the rack… her head down. Faith gets up, and goes to her.

Buffy raises her head. Her eyes are unfocused, but clear. She smiles a tiny smile. " Did I do it? " She whispers, her voice gone from screaming. " Did I do ok?"

Faith reaches out, and brushes the loose hair from her eyes.

" You did great, baby. You did great." She kisses her, then starts to loosen her bindings." Time to go home now."

At that moment, the doors burst open , and Angel, followed by Wes and Giles come into the room. Angel has a stake, Wes a cross and stake, and somehow, somewhere, Giles got a crossbow. They look around, expecting more vampires, and see three rather naked women. Two actually looking at them.

" Oh…dear, " Giles says, turning pink in the cheek and quickly turning around.

Wesley is silent. He just blushes and turns.

Angel can't blush, but it's obvious he's uncomfortable.

" I think we'll just wait out here…" he points outside.

" Oh , grow up Angel. This isn't the first time you've seen her naked. Give me a hand here."

Angel, doing his best to look anywhere but here, goes over to Faith and grabbing Buffy's legs, helps move her to the bed. They lay her down, and with Willow's help, wrap her in a blanket.

"Ahem," Faith clears her throat. " Think one of you manly men can help Angel here take Buffy to your car?"

Giles, clearly embarrassed, eyes down, comes in and helps Angel carry Buffy out. Wes follows them out.

Faith sees Willow sitting alone and looking rather small on the bed. She walks over and sits down by her.

" How're you doing, Red?" She looks at Willow's mouth , and winces.

" I'm fine, Mistress, " Willow says, smiling.

" Uhhh… that's way over, Red. Please don't call me that anymore. Just Faith, ok?"

" Sure, Faith, if that's what you want, " Willow still smiles.

" Sorry 'bout hitting you so hard. I was just trying to convince B. I was bad old me." She looks at Willow's lip, "That's gotta hurt."

" It's ok, Faith," Willow smiles softly, " I don't mind."

" Well you should, but that's the drug talking. Have to see if Giles can find something in his books to cure you."

" Don't sweat it , Faith. Won't be necessary." Willow says, smiling at her, She reaches out and hugs Faith.

" Huh?"

" The drugs? Well… I kinda figured when I woke up here, that I was going to be in danger. So I cast a no harm to me spell. Essentially, rendered the drugs…well, they made me happy, but no lasting effects." She sees Faith's expression. " I'm really not stupid , Faith. And not all that naïve. Kinda figured something was wrong… so I took precautions."

" Yeah, but… I mean…" Faith is working in major confusion." What about what happened. I read about Buffy's training methods…"

" Yes…hmmm… well, I don't know what you read, but I know Buffy wanted me unmarked for you, so no whips or chains or nothing. Heck, all I got was the drugs, and really wild sex for the last couple of days." Willow sighs. " Kinda nice, actually. Those girls knew what they were doing, even if they were vampires."

" But… but you were the perfect little slave girl. And you argued with me about become a vampire. I know that, I was there!"

" ummm… had to play along, didn't I? I knew Buffy was of the unstable persuasion. And my getting pissed at you was more about Buffy than being a vamp. But she did feed me that load… I just regurgitated it to you." Willow moves a little closer. " But you, honey? You scared the shit out of me tonight. I really though you had gone back to Bad Faith. Why you think I really got submissive fast? Think I want psycho slayer noticing me? Whew."

"Yeah, psycho slayer, " Faith sits slumped. " I wish that was all an act. Lots of that was pure rage. I didn't realize she was still so fucking close." She looks at Willow with sad eyes. " It wasn't til the end that I really had it back in control."

" Yeah… but you pulled it back, didn't you?" Willow puts a hand on her shoulder.

" Maybe, but it wasn't easy, " Faith says, quietly. " Still lots to do to fix me."

" Give it time, baby," Willow moves her hand over, stroking Faith's neck.

"I think we better get dressed before Giles comes looking for us… though, watching the three of them trying so hard not to look at us. Thought I was gonna die laughing." Faith chuckles, and Willow joins her.

Faith frowns. " You think Buffy's gonna be ok?" She asks Will. Not feeling so sure myself.

" Don't know, Faith. She's been through a lot. But I don't think she's just going to cave anymore. I think you helped her tonight. I hope so."

They both get up to retrieve their clothing. Willow stops Faith.

" I gotta know. Why DID you wear that jacket out here?"

Faith opens the jacket, revealing the holy water, and extra stakes. " In case it didn't work? Wasn't going down without a fight."

" Cool move," Willow says.

" Maybe. But what you did? Really cool, Red. Keeping your head and protecting yourself. Pretty brave."

" Yeah, well… why do I have to be the victim all the time?" Willow shrugs.

They almost make to the other room when Willow stops them again.

" You know something, Faith?" She moves a little closer and runs her hand up Faith's lapel and around her neck. She leans in and whispers. " I really kinda liked being your pet for awhile." She kisses Faith softly on the lips, then walks into the other room.

Faith stares after her.

Aw, crap!

To be continued.
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