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The Slayer

By Norwalker

Part 12 of a multipart story.

Summary: What if Faith came first? If she were the slayer before Buffy( if Buffy even became a slayer)? Just my take on what might have happened. AU, of course.

Pairings: Not sure yet. You might be surprised.

Rating: M( R )

Disclaimer: Characters depicted in this story, except for original characters created by the author, are the sole property of Mutant Enemy, Fox and Joss Whedon.

1

Crap!

Faith sighs when, exiting the Bronze, she sees Giles and Angel huddled together, talking. Swell, what other junk are those two talking about now? Somehow, I know I'm gonna not like it.

That isn't what elicits the expletive, however.

Cordelia is with them, actually acting as if she's part of this.

Why the fuck won't she just disappear?

Faith goes over to the group, looking at Angel and Giles, and studiously ignoring Cordelia.

"So, what're you two talking about? Aren't we like done? Didn't we stop the Harvest thingie?"

" Yes, actually, we did. You did, when you dusted Luke, " Giles puts in," But we're still worried about the Master. We don't know if he got free, or if he's still trapped."

" I was just telling Giles I should go and check. See if the Master is still trapped," Angel adds.

" Great. Lets motor, " Faith starts off.

" Wait!" Angel catches her arm. " You're not going anywhere, except maybe home to bed. You're still recovering."

" Ok, dead boy. Lets get the program straight here. Me Slayer, you… well, you're just some wacky sidekick vampire or something. In short, this is my show, you're just the back-up."

" Actually, I have to concur with Angel, " Giles says, " You going along will only complicate matters. He can get in and out without being spotted."

" Right, like that last time? When Darla and Co. spotted him, and pretty much made him their toy?"

" Darla's dead; the Master really doesn't know me that well. I'm just another pretty face, " Angel vamps out, " as far as he's concerned."

Cordy makes a gurgling noise and backs off." You… you're… oh my god!" She looks at the group. " What kind of freaks are you?!?"

" Aw gee, now I'm hurt, " Angel says, grinning with fangs.

" Gosh, Cor. He's just a big ole teddy bear with fangs," Faith goes over, and takes Angel's arm. " Aren't you, dead boy?"

Angel growls, and Cordy screams. The others laugh.

" You … you're all creepy losers!"

" What're you hanging around for anyway, Cordelia?" Faith stares at her, " or were you looking to get another shot at me before you left?"

Strangely enough, it was Willow who came to Cordelia's defense.

" Hey, Faith, don't get down on her. She did help get people out, even beat back a vamp or two with that purse of hers," Willow gets a strange expression on her face, " Oh my god, did I just defend Cordelia? I must've gotten hit on the head or something."

" It's just the heat of the moment, Will, " Xander reassures her. " We all say things we don't mean in the heat of the moment."

" Thanks a lot, Xander," Cordelia frowns. " I did help."

" Yes, you did, " Giles confirms," though it would've been better if you hadn't tried to stake two humans."

"They were acting funny, " Cordelia protests." All sneaky and shadowy and stuff."

" They were trying to sneak out. Understandable under the circumstances."

" Well, that one cringed when I shoved the cross in her face."

" You hit her with the cross, Cordy, " Willow says, " She was afraid of you. I get that."

" She was weird, " Cordelia says, flustered. " Well, she was! She wore Laura Ashley, for god's sake."

" That doesn't make her a vampire, just retro," Xander says. " Maybe a little fuzzy."

" I did help!" Cordelia insists.

" Be fair, you two," Giles chides Willow and Xander, " Cordelia did help… in her own way."

" That's right!"

" Ok, swell, that's just peachy, " Faith says, with an edge to her voice, " but if you all are done patting each other on the back, I think you should go home now. Fun's over."

" What about you?" Willow asks, " aren't you coming home?"

" I'm going to do a quick sweep, make sure things have settled down around town.:

Faith starts down the alley, but stops when she hears several sets of footsteps behind her. She whirls around to see Willow, Xander and Cordelia following her.

" And where do you think you're going ?"

" Uhhh…." Willow stalls.

" Ummm…" Xander does the same.

" I'm going to get my car, " Cordy says, " Don't have a clue what these losers are doing."

" We thought maybe we'd go with?" Willow says, " Maybe, you know, since you got hurt by someone who'll remain nameless but drives a Fordy, we'd back you up."

" That's very sweet, " Faith says, " and … no."

" But we want to help!" Willow whines.

" I don't think you should be out alone, seeing you were hurt and all, " Xander protests. " Really, Faith, we can help, if you only let us, " he tries the reasonable approach.

" You want to help?"

Willow and Xander nod, Cordelia looks bored.

" Cordy, I want you to get your car."

" Why?" Cordy asks, suspiciously.

" Because I need you to take Willow and Xander home. "

" Hey!" Cordelia protests. " When did I become Loser Taxi service?"

" Faith, why do we have to go with her?" Willow looks put- upon. " Can't you just kill us now?"

" Believe me, if you think having the dweeb duo in my backseat is my idea of a good time, well… you're a tard!"

" Nice come back there, Cordy. Did someone think that up for you?" Xander snipes at her.

" ENOUGH!" Faith shouts, losing patience. She puts her hands to her head, as if she's getting a migraine, fast. She glares at the three of them.

They fall silent.

Faith sighs.

" Look, you guys did good tonight, ok? But I need to patrol now, alone. I'm not going to fight if I don't have to. I just want to make sure things have settled down. You tagging along will be like a brass band to the vamps. Please, just go home, " She turns to Cordy. " It would really help if you get them home, ok?"

" But…" Cordelia looks put upon, " Why me?"

" Ok?" Faith's tone grows harsher.

" Ok, " Cordelia says. "Fine, I'll drive them home. God, what next?" She turns to Willow and Xander. " Well? I don't have all night. Let's go." She starts towards her car.

Xander and Willow look at Faith, who crosses her arms over her chest and frowns. Seeing it's hopeless, they turn and follow Cordelia.

" What's her problem?" Willow asks, turning to Xander.

" Who? Cordelia or Faith?" Xander asks.

" Either one, " Willow says, " really getting harder to tell them apart."

They walk off in the same direction Cordelia.

" Gee, guess they're mad at me. Gosh, I'm crushed, " Faith mutters to herself, turning away from them. " like it's the first time." She shakes her head.

I wonder how much sleep I'll lose over that? I dunno, maybe 5 minutes?

Morons.

2

Cordelia sits quietly on the steps leading up to Faith's apartment. She's been sitting here for awhile, waiting for Faith to return. She stares down the driveway, trying to see if anyone's coming.

Where is she? What's she doing, anyway?

Never mind her. What am I doing here, anyway? This is stupid, and hey, I don't wait around for people. They wait for me!

Cordelia, gets up, pulls her coat around herself, and then sits back down.

Cold night. So, is she coming? How long does it take to patrol? It better not be too much longer. I'm getting cold here. Maybe I should go wait in my car. No, if I do that, she might come in some back way, and then I'll miss her. No, I'll wait here.

Stupid bitch! Does she think I'm just going to forget she almost let me get killed, then she goes and orders me… ORDERS ME! … to take Mr. and Mrs. Nerd home? Who does she think she is? Who does she think I am? Her chauffer or something?

Ok, someone's got to set her straight, and I'm guessing that's me. Everyone else is afraid of her. I'm not. … ok, maybe a little, but still! I'm Cordelia Chase, and I don't take crap from the likes of her ! It's time she knows what the what is in this town!

Man, boring. God, how do people just hang around waiting for people? This totally sucks!

Cordy digs around in her pockets, and pulls out a small device. Ah hah! She pulls out the ear buds, and pushes them in her ears, and turns on the player. Almost unconsciously, she begins to dance a little to the music.

Ok, so what am I going to say to her? I know. " Ok, you, listen up. You might be the slayer and whatever, but that doesn't make you special. That just makes you lucky. I mean, it could've been anyone. Heck, I'd make a better slayer than you, I bet!"

" You come here, all bossy and in charge, but you got it way wrong, girl. This is my town, I own it. Well, practically. And don't think you can just come here and take over. Don't work that way. No way. You gotta treat me … with respect, get it? No more of this crap!"

And hey, if she doesn't like that! …

Well… what? What're you going to do?

Hey, she's not the only one with moves! I've been a cheerleader forever. I'm pretty much in shape here! And I took Karate! Well, for awhile, and until the instructor wasn't so cute anymore. But I remember stuff!

Like what?

Stuff! Like… Cordy does some half hearted punches and blocks. … that.

Ok, I'm scared. She better run. She might die… of laughing!

Hey, ok, maybe she's stronger in like the muscle thing, but I've got other ways to deal with her. I'm not helpless. I could destroy her! Ruin her! I could make her very, very sorry.

Or more likely, very much not caring, and very angry.

No, I'd very much make her crawl, like she should. She doesn't do what she's done to me and get away with it.

She has so far.

That's going to change. Now. No more Ms. Nice guy.

Right, like you were ever.

I was! I took care of her! All day long.

Half a day, and oh yeah, drove her nuts.

I did not.

Did too. And weren't you why she needed taking care of?

Shut up! Don't… won't listen to this crap! I'm right here, and it's time I gave her a piece of my mind!

You can't afford the loss, stupid.

You just watch.

I will. Cuz I know why you're doing this.

Yeah, cuz I want revenge! I deserve revenge! I'm so gonna make her…

Sure, baby. You're doing it cuz you want her angry. At you.

That's a load…. Uuuughhh

Cordy feels an arm go around her neck, dragging her back. She hears a low growl

" Oh , oh, oh… god, I'm going to die!" She wheezes out.

" Help!"

3

Faith approaches the Rosenberg residence grim faced.

Her whole body feels like it's been twisted too tightly, her nerves almost jangling as she walks. She's tired, she has a killer headache, and she smells…

God, what the hell happened to all the fucking vamps? I know we dusted a bunch at the Bronze but there had to be more. Nothing. Like the melted into the earth. A big fat zero. That was a total waste of time.

And now Giles and Angel think it's not over. The Master might still be out there? Well, crap on that! Geeze, just what I need. That dude around to make life shit.

And oh, hey. Love the way Cordy is so grateful I saved her worthless life. God, what the hell was she hanging around for after, anyway? Doesn't she get it. NO ONE WANTS HER AROUND! God, she's the definition of stupid… what the hell?

Faith sees Cordelia's little compact sedan parked near the Rosenberg's. She moves over to it. Great, what's the deal here? She notices a yard out that it's empty. Just keeps getting better. What happened? Where is she?

She looks around, and notices a light on at the Rosenberg's . Maybe Red knows. God, I've got to wake her up over this. She'll just be so happy about that. Great.

Faith starts towards the Rosenberg's back door when she hears a noise. What the…? She sneaks back into the shadows, moving carefully towards the backyard. At first, all she can make out is a vague shape. But as she gets closer, she realizes it's Cordelia.

What the hell is she doing here? What the hell is she doing? She watches as Cordelia throws some really lame punches. Ok, that's just … sad. What? She thinks she's going to fight monsters now? God, where do these morons come from?

A wicked smile breaks out over Faith's face. So, she's all kung fu and stuff, huh? Think she can fight the fight now, huh. Oh, man… ok, girl, lets just see how you handle it.

Faith moves silently as a cat through the shadows, maneuvering to get behind Cordelia. Cordelia dancing around makes it a little harder, but she finally gets behind her.

God, the dummy can't even hear me. What if I'd been a real vamp? She'd be so drained!

Faith reaches out, and encircles Cordelia's neck with her arm. She growls softly, and pulls her back.

" Oh , oh, oh… god, I'm going to die!" Cordelia wheezes out, struggling." Help!"

Cordelia in a panic, stomps her heel down on Faith's foot.

" FUCK!" Faith yells, grabbing her foot.

Cordelia whirls, and with claws out, scratches faith on her cheek.

" Son of a BITCH!" Faith grabs her cheek.

Cordelia finally realizes who it is, and blanches.

" Oh, god… Faith… oh god…" She starts to panic. She moves towards Faith, but Faith's look of utter rage stops her. " You scared me. I thought you were a vampire or something…"

" You…. Stupid… Cow…" Faith looks at her hand. " I'm bleeding… oh this is it. This is SO IT!"

" Hey, you snuck up on me, scaring me. I was just … OOOOH!"

Faith, enraged, grabs Cordelia and flings her over her shoulder. Cordy, scared to death, starts flailing her legs and arms.

You stupid bitch. First you lie to me at the hospital. Think I didn't know about that one? Giles would never send YOU! " Faith yells at the struggling Cordelia. " Now, you… I'm so gonna…" She starts upstairs.

" Put me down! Where are you taking me. Stop this. PUT ME DOWN!"

" Quit struggling, you lousy piece of shit, " Faith growls at her. She grabs Cordy's leg, "… or I'm gonna break it."

" You wouldn't DARE!" Cordy struggles some more.

Faith squeezes hard on her leg. Cordy immediately goes limp. Faith gets to her door, and fumbling for the keys, opens it. She flips on a light; then throws Cordy, none too gently, on the floor. She pushes the door closed.

Cordy lies on her back, looking up at Faith. Outwardly, she's quiet, but inside she feels like she's in the middle of a storm. Her heart is beating almost out of her chest. Her breaths are short and ragged, her throat is parched. She feels a little dizzy.

Underneath her fear runs a river of sexually charged excitement. Her whole body, every nerve is singing out. All of her energy flows from her loins; she feels a definite heat and dampness building between her thighs. Her nipples are erect, pushing almost achingly against the cups of her bra.

She looks up into the angry, flushed face of Faith. In a soft voice, all traces of arrogance gone, she asks, " What're you going to do to me?" Her voice is breathy and low.

Faith looks down at her, and for a moment sees Bree staring back at her, laughing, defiant, fully aware that Faith won't do anything to her. She's so much like her : stubborn, a little wild, and defiant. She makes me want to hurt her and kiss her at the same time. God, I hate her!

On a deeper level, Faith can feel the sexual energy flowing off Cordelia in waves, and her body responds in kind. She has an almost electrical buzz in her groin, her tummy feels twisted and on fire, and her body feels flushed and achy and needy. Her breath is harsh, she's panting not from exertion but from raw heat. Unconsciously, she licks her lips, which seem too warm, too dry.

" I should hurt you, " Faith says, not entirely to Cordelia, " I should make you pay for what you've done to me. I should… get out, just get the fuck out of here. Get the fuck out of my life."

Faith, straining to keep herself in control, pulls open the door violently.

" Get out!" She barks, going over and pulling Cordelia roughly to her feet. She starts shoving her towards the door, " stay out of my life. Stay out of my way. Don't talk to me, don't even know I exist. I don't want you near me. Do you hear me? GET OUT!" She shoves her towards the door.

Cordy stumble steps towards the doorway, under the force of Faith's thrust. She stops herself by grabbing the doorframe, and turns around, glaring at Faith.

" NO! I won't just ' get out'! " Cordy recovers some of her arrogance. " You don't tell me what to do! I'm tired of you bullying me!"

Cordelia marches back into the room. She stops dead when Faith starts laughing. It's not a pleasant sound.

" Don't you DARE laugh at me!" Cordelia rushes at her, pushing her backwards.

Faith almost stumbles, but catches herself, then catches Cordelia, wrapping her in a bear hug.

" You little cunt. Who the hell do you think you are?" Faith sneers at her, squeezing her tighter. " I could tear you in half. You got no idea who you're fucking with, bitch? Right now I want to beat you down so bad, I can taste it. You terrorize everyone with your nasty ass attitude and Daddy's money, but I'm not afraid of you, slut. I want to hurt you so bad, I want to hear you cry, I want to hear you scream," She feels Cordy shiver in her arms, and mistakes it for fear, " That's right, bitch, shiver. How does it feel, huh? Don’t like it when someone's doing it to you, do you? You worthless shit. I'm so angry right now, I can't think straight. Now, get the fuck outta here, before I do something you'll regret."

She shoves Cordelia away, turning away to hide her face. She's flushed and breathing hard, and incredibly horny, and she doesn't want Cordelia to see it.

" No, " Cordy says, again, but this time it's low and throaty. " I don't wanna go. I came here for something, and I'm not leaving til I get it."

"What the hell do you want from me?" Faith explodes, turning on Cordy. Her face is red, and her eyes are slits. " What the fuck do I got that you want so bad?" She digs in her pocket, pulling out some crumpled bills. " That's all I got, Bree! Take it. Get out."

Cordy just stands there, staring at her. Faith rushes her, shoving her back until she hits the door.

" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!?!?!!?"

Scared out of her mind, Cordy snaps. She grabs Faith by the hair, pulling Faith's face to hers. She kisses her violently, her leg coming up to wrap around Faith's hip. She rubs herself against Faith as she tries to shove her tongue into Faith's mouth.

Faith shoves away, wiping her mouth and making a disgusted noise. Cordy loses balance and falls to the floor on her knees.

" So, that's it, slut? That's what you want?" She walks over to Cordy, and grabs her hair, forcing her to look up. " You want me to fuck you, bitch? Is that what you want?" She looks down at Cordy, and snickers." You pathetic little Ho, you want me to fuck you? Tell me, ho, is that what you want?"

It comes out almost like a moan. " Yeeesssss, " Cordelia pants, and crawling closer, wraps her arms around Faith's hips. She leans her head against her groin. " God, yes, do me, Faith. Please, use me, take me. I need you to , god I need you. Please, please, let me stay. Make love to me." She pants and starts sobbing. " God I need you."

Faith is ready to pop. The fires have started to rage in her gut, and her whole body is buzzing and shivering in need. She's almost dizzy with desire. She grabs Cordy under the arms, and hauls her roughly to her feet.

" Listen to me, Bree," she growls, grabbing her face and forcing Cordy to look at her. " I'm going to hurt you. If you stay, it's not going to be nice. Do you get that? Do you understand. I'll let you leave, now. But if you stay, you're mine, bitch. To do what I want. No whining, no threats, nothing. You take what I give you. Do you get that?"

Cordelia stares at her, but her mind can't think. All she can think about are Faith's obsidian black eyes burning holes in her brain, her lips red and luscious moving, her breath hot on her face. Her whole body is on fire with a need she's never experienced before. Her stomach is ice, but everything else is fire, and she needs to be put out. A lot.

" Hurt me, use me… do whatever you want. Just fuck me!" Cordy hisses, sliding her arms around Faith's neck.

Faith grabs her, and their bodies come together in an explosion. Faith kisses her viciously, her lips savaging Cordelia's, her tongue forcing it's way into Cordelia's mouth. Cordelia surrenders, letting Faith have whatever she wants. Whenever she wants it.

Faith shoves her away, and Cordelia thinks she's being rejected.

" Noooooo!" She groans, falling on her knees. " Noooooo."

" Strip, Cor. Rich Bitch is so over. I want you naked, now!"

Cordelia rises, and starts to unbutton her blouse. Faith storms over, and grabbing it, rips the buttons off.

" Too fucking slow, bitch. Faster. Or I'll rip it off you!"

30 seconds later, Cordy is naked. Her clothes are a pile at her feet.

Faith stares at her, her lip curled in a sneer. She saunters over, and pinches Cordy's erect nipples painfully. She nods.

" You little cunt. This turns you on, doesn't it?" She leans in, and jams her hand between Cordy's thighs. " You're all wet, aren't you, Cor?"

Cordy swallows hard, and nods. " Yeeesssss." She hisses. She's almost cumming, feeling Faith's fingers jammed against her mound.

Faith wiggles her fingers against Cordy's mound, and snickers when Cordy squirms and whimpers.

" You like that, don't you? Me doing that to you?" Faith growls.

" Yessss."

" Too fucking bad, " Faith pulls her fingers away. She puts both hands on Cordy's shoulders, and pushes her down. " On your knees."

Cordy stares straight into Faith's crotch. She feels her hair pulled, and she looks up, wide eyed and scared.

" Don't get any stupid ideas. Not time for that… yet. First, you need to be punished."

" P-Punished?" Cordy stutters. " W-What…"

SLAP!

Faith's hand connects with the Cordy's face.

" Shut up. Don't speak." Faith shoves her down. " Get on all fours, bitch. Head down, ass high. Got it?"

Cordy, humiliated, complies. She feels the icy tendril of fear knotting her stomach, and at the same time, her mound is leaking wet and hot.

" Look at you, you whimpering little shit," Faith ridicules her, " you're all so high and mighty at Sunnydale High. Queen C. Well, wonder what they'd think of their queen now? You so got this coming."

Faith loosens the buckle on her belt, and pulls it from the loops in her jeans. She loops it, the buckle in her palm, and whips it across Cordelia's upraised ass.

Cordelia yelps in pain. Tears come to her eyes, but she doesn't move. Not gonna show that bitch it hurts. The belt hits her again, and she cries out, gripping the rug. Damn her, fucking… it hits again, and she feels the tears starting to stream down her cheeks. I'm so gonna get this bitch. I'm gonna … she bites her lip, trying to keep from yelling when it hits again. It hits again, and she cries out again, humiliated. She feels her hair pulled, and she's brought to her feet.

" All right, you can dress and go," Faith says, shoving her away. " We're done."

" No! I'm not going… you promised. I let you … now you gotta … "

" What? Fuck you?"

" Yes!"

" Consider yourself fucked, Princess," Faith sighs, feeling tired." Cor, be smart. You don't want me. You want somebody who'll be nice to you, pamper you. I won't do that." She turns away, feeling her guts twist up. " I'll just hurt you. Just go home, Cor."

" You promised me!" Cordy feels the tears streaming down her cheeks. She doesn't care. She gets down on her knees, and crawls over to Faith. " You promised. Please, I love you, don't you see? I'll do anything for you. Please, just love me." She wraps her arms around Faith's legs, leaning her head near her crotch.

Faith flashes back briefly to Boston, listening as the crack head friend of Bree's tells her how Bree loved her, wanted her so badly, and never understood why Faith left her.

Faith gently unhooks Cordy's arms from around her legs, and kneels down in front of her.

" Do you trust me?" She looks deeply into Cordelia's eyes.

Cordelia returns the gaze, and sees something in Faith's eyes. Some pain, some hurt she's hiding.

" Yes," She replies softly.

Faith sighs, and stands up. She pulls Cordy to her feet, and leads her into the bedroom.

" Get on the bed," Faith says, " on your hands and knees."

Faith goes to her bureau, and opens a drawer. She pulls out a long cloth. She walks over to Cordelia, and ties it around her eyes. Cordy turns her head towards Faith.

" What…?"

" You said you trusted me. Do you or don't you?"

" Yes."

" Do I need to bind you?"

" No," Cordy shakes her head.

" It's going to be all right, " Faith cups Cordy's face in her hands, and kisses her lightly on the lips. She moves away, and pulls something else from the bureau. Setting it on top, she turns and starts to undress.

Getting down to her panties, she reaches for the strap on she put on the bureau. Stepping into it, she adjusts the straps, and then moves back to the bed.

Cordy sits quietly, her whole body quivering in anticipation. Every bit of her is sensitive and alive; she can almost feel the air in the room caressing her bare skin. Even her ass, still sore and burning from the whipping, is making her feel incredible.

She's scared and excited simultaneously. She has no idea what Faith's going to do, and it gives her ice in her tummy, and fire in her pussy. She's never felt so out of control, so dominated before. She likes it. She likes it a lot. She can feel the tell tale trickle as her slit gives up evidence of her excitement.

She almost jumps when she feels a soft pair of hands touch her. She winces when they caress over her sore ass.

"Does that still hurt?" Faith asks. She rubs her hand softly over Cordelia's butt.

" Y-Yes, a little," Cordy whimpers," I'm sorry."

" Shhh, it's ok," Faith says. She gently brings her lips to Cordy's welts. She kisses it, and licks it. " Is that better?"

Cordy feels strong tingles slamming her pussy. She pants, and wiggles. "Oh god, that's wonderful."

Faith grins, and pats Cordy's other cheek lightly. Cordy moans. " You're a terrible little slut, aren't you?" She licks Cordy, and Cordy shivers. " You're bad, aren't you?"

" Y-Yessss…" Cordy says. " I'm bad."

" You're a bad girl, " Faith grins, and taps her butt cheek. Cordy groans. " Whose bad girl are you?" She strokes her fingertips up Cordy's thigh, just short of her slit.

Oh, god! Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, my GOD! Cordy shivers in pain and pleasure.

" I'm yours. Your bad girl?" She half asks, hopefully.

" That's right. My bad girl. Mine to play with. Right?"

" Y-yes, oh god YES!" Cordy says as Faith slides her fingertip along her lips.

" Somebody's a horny nasty girl, " Faith chuckles, feeling Cordy's wetness. "Aren't you?" She paddles Cordy's ass gently.

" Yessss, oh god that HURTS, " Cordy cries out, but feels her pussy twitch. " God…"

" That's what you get when you're a bad girl, " Faith moves over, and pushing Cordy's thighs apart, she lowers her face, giving her a couple of long licks. Cordy moans deeply, and pushes back against Faith's face. Faith pushes her away. " That's what you get when you're a good girl. Do you like that?"

" Oh, GOD, YEEESSSS" Cordy groans. " Please, more, please!"

" Greedy little girl!" Faith paddles her butt. " Bad girl!"

" Oooohhhh, " Cordy moans, but the pain is mixing with her pleasure, making it sweeter.

Cordy is hurting and all tingly and she feels like her pussy is about to explode. And she's being such a bitch! God, just do it! But she shivers and quivers and waits. Dammit she's making me so fucking horny I want to pop!

She feels Faith slide up over her, leaning against her, her breasts pressed against her back. She tingles, loving the feel against her. She feels Faith's hands cup her breasts, and rub her already achy nipples. Aw god that's sooo nice! She wriggles under Faith, and feels something poke her thigh.

" What's that?"

" Shhh, Baby" Faith says, whispering in Cordelia's ear. " like that?"

" Mmmm-hmmmm" Cordy sighs, loving it.

" Gee, Cor. You seem to like a girl rubbing you and touching you and licking you. Guess that just makes you a big ole dyke too, huh?" Faith chuckles, rubbing against Cordy." You lil lesbo slut" She whispers into Cordy's ear just before she licks it.

" God, you're making me crazy, " Cordy says, panting and whimpering.

" Is that what you are, baby? My lil lesbo slut? Can't get enough of me, can you baby?" Faith squeezes Cordy's nipples sharply, eliciting a low moan.

" yes, I'm you're lesbo slut. Anything , god I love you, " Cordy murmurs, her breathing getting ragged.

"Wow, " Faith chuckles, " And here I'd thought you'd like a little dick." She sits back, and positions herself, putting the head of the dildo at Cordy's slit.

" Wha… What's that?" Cordy feels a little ice in her tummy. Oh god what's she going to do to me now?

Faith grabs her hips. " Shush, lover. You're going to love it." She thrusts the strap on, pushing into Cordy's swollen lips.

Cordy moans loudly. " Oh god that's … " She cries out in pain.

Faith feels some resistance, and pulls back. Her brow furrows.

" Cor?" She leans over, bringing her head to Cordy's shoulder.

"W-W-What?" Cordy trembles, tears in her eyes.

" Are you a virgin, baby?" Faith asks softly.

" Y-Yes, " Cordy blushes, " I'm s-sorry."

" Well, damn," Faith says, a little awed. She's never had a virgin before. " Shhh… it's ok, baby, " She kisses Cordy's neck. Her hands caress Cordy's breasts and tummy. " It's ok."

" Hurts," Cordy pouts.

" I know, I've been there," Faith coos. " Just relax, we'll take it nice and slow."

She gently pushes against Cordy's hymen, and brings her hand down to touch her clit. Cordy whines and moans.

" OH god, that hurts… so gooood, " Cordy breathes, loving the pain/ pleasure mix.

" My lil virgin slut," Faith laughs, nibbling on her ear, pushing a little harder, and gently stroking Cordy's clit.

Cordy hurts bad, feeling the rip as the dildo pushes against her hymen. Her eyes sting with tears, but it's better with Faith touching her clit, and cooing softly in her ear.

" Ow, ow, ow, " She moans, biting her lip. " I'm sorry, Faith. Ow."

" Shhh, baby, " Faith almost cuddles her, taking it slow, " It'll be over soon, then it'll feel really nice. Promise." She pushes a little harder, and feels the tear, the resistance gone. " There, done." She kisses Cordy's neck.

Cordy feels one last sharp pain, then relief floods through her. Her pussy expands, accepting the dildo into herself. God, that feels… good!

Slowly, Faith begins to increase the tempo, her thrusts driving deeper into Cordelia. Her own excitement grows by leaps and bounds when she realizes she's taken Cordy's cherry, and her own pussy begins to spasm. She feels the tell tale leaking on her thigh. She begins to pant and moan in time with Cordelia.

" Oh god, yes, Oh baby Faith Yessss faster oh god that's so GOOOD!" Cordy moans, starting to thrust back against Faith.

Faith, already excited, is further stimulated as the strap on pounds back against her, just barely tapping against her own engorging clit. Fuck goddamn I'm gonna … She groans loudly, feeling her own orgasm beginning to build.

" Awww oh oh oh god yes, Faith god do that DO THAT yes baby babbeee god oh god oh god, " Cordy groans, on fire, almost thrusting back against the dildo as hard as Faith is thrusting it in her. " God yes fuck me, please baby feeeeeels so good love you love you LOVE YOU! FAITH OH FAI GOD I LOVE YOU!" Cordy screams out as wave after wave hits her. She collapses on the bed, her pussy tightly gripped on the dildo. Faith comes after, falling on her, writhing in her own orgasm, Cordy's cumming pushing her over the edge. Both women groan and moan, shiver and shake as waves of intense pleasure slam through them.

Cordy comes out of her daze first, feeling wonderful and warm. She looks around, and not seeing Faith , realizes she's lying on top of her, still a bit out.

" Hey, you ok?" Cordy reaches out, patting Faith's thigh.

" Hmmm? Oh yeah, I'm good, " Faith wriggles a little, and Cordy feels the dildo still in her. Her pussy squeezes it reflexively.

Both lay there for a moment, loving the afterglow.

" Was I ok?" Cordy asks, " did I do ok?" She groans a little. " Can you get off me now? I'm kinda smothering here."

Faith laughs, and pushes off, rolling over and landing on the bed next to Cordelia. She gathers Cordy in her arms, and cuddles her for a little while. She kisses her, then gets up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

" Where' re you going?" Cordy pouts, not liking this part.

" Gotta clean up a little, baby. I'm all stinky, " She pats Cordy's rump. Cordy winces. " Sorry, " She grins, and rubs her thigh.

" Ok, " Cordy says, reluctantly, " hurry back, it's cold."

Faith just gives her a look, shaking her head, and walks to the bathroom.

Cordy watches her go, loving the way her ass sways when she walks. She snuggles deeper into the covers. I should get up, clean up a little. Or I'm so gonna… ok, in just 5 minutes… gotta wait anyway…

She drifts off asleep.

" Hey, Cor, you can wash up now…" Faith reenters after awhile. " Cor?"

She walks over to the bed, and hears Cordy's light snoring. She shakes her head slowly, and starts to go to wake her, but stops.

She watches her sleep, and there's something incredibly sweet and innocent about it. She remembers back watching Bree sleep a number of times when they had sleep- overs. Looking at her sleep, who'd think she's the bitch queen from Sunnyhell? Faith's heart softens, and she breaks her own " No sleepovers" Rule. She walks over, leans over and kisses her softly on the cheek. She pulls the covers over her, and backs away. Grabbing some clothes, she leaves the bedroom to Cordy.

4

A few hours later, Cordelia wakes up and stretches, feeling wonderful. Except for her bottom, which is still a little sore. But even that feels ok.

" Hey, Faith… you…" Cordy trails off when she sees Faith isn't in the bed. She touches the bed, and notices it's cold. Where'd she go?

She slips out of bed, and shivers. Chilly. Damn, doesn't this girl believe in heat? She looks around, and sees an old shirt laying over a chair. She walks over, and puts it on, noting it a few sizes large. Hmmm… must be something left over from… never mind… She yawns, and realizes her mouth tastes awful. Ick, morning breath to the max. She walks to the bathroom to clean up.

She splashes some cold water on her face, and stares at herself in the mirror.

Well, I don't look any different. Not really. She does a critical inspection, looking for changes. Moving a bit away, she tries to get a view of her butt, then sees the full length mirror behind the door. She moves over, and inspects herself carefully.

Oh god, look at that. Bruises. That bitch … god, she can … wow… Cordy grins, remembering what happened after her ' punishment' last night. Still, did she have to be so rough? She sighs, and walks back to the sink. She finds a clean toothbrush, and scrubs her teeth. She spits, and then does a quick smell test under her arms. Her nose wrinkles.

" I could really use a shower" She turns, and sees no clean towels. " But I'm guessing that's out."

She finds a washcloth, and does a quick sponge bath, hoping to get most of the odor. So nice while it's happening, why so stinky after?She sighs, and hangs the washcloth over the shower rail. She grabs Faith's brush and does a quick comb out on her hair. Stepping back, she does a quick inspection. Ok, no awards for best dressed, but it'll do. Bet she looks pretty ragged this morning, too. Wherever she is.

Realizing, finally, she doesn't know where she is, Cordy quickly exits the bathroom, and striding through the bedroom, peeks into the living room.

Stretched out on the couch, Faith is still snoring. She's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Cordy looks at her, puzzled. Why did she sleep out here? Did she think I was going to bite her or something? God, she must be freezing.

Cordy turns back to the bedroom, and pulling off the blanket, carries it into the living room. She carefully drapes it over Faith, not wanting to wake her.

She watches her for a moment, and it hits her exactly how young Faith is. God, she's just a kid. How can she do what she does, and just be a kid? She's younger than I am! She stands there for a few moments, feeling her heart soften further towards Faith. It brings the mom out in her, and she just wants to protect her from the bad.

Whoa, that's kind of stupid. She's like mega- strong. She doesn't need me to protect her. God, Cor. Remember who she is. Still… Shaking her head, she turns towards the kitchen.

She's not aware that Faith's eyes open, and are watching her.

Faith was awake the second the blanket hit her. She feigned being asleep, watching as Cordy stood there watching her, and could barely keep from laughing.

She's pretty cute in that old shirt. Lot cuter than the guy I stole it from. She watches as Cordy moves towards the kitchen. Nice wiggle.

Cordelia searches the kitchen, but can't find anything to make breakfast with . Geeze, no eggs, no cereal… does she even eat breakfast? She finally finds a few slices of day old bread, and checking it, chucks it in the toaster. Well, better than nothing I guess. She looks around, and coffee seems as scarce as food. This girl needs to hit the supermarket, bad. Sighing, she takes the little coffee she can find, and puts it in the pot, making a cup.

The toast pops, and she goes to the fridge for some butter when she gets the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. She looks over at the couch, and blushes when she sees Faith's eyes open, a frank smirk on her face. God, voyeur much? Still, she puts a little extra wiggle in her walk going back to the toaster, and putting the toast on a plate, holds it up with the unsaid question. " Want some?" She walks over to the counter, and begins to butter the toast.

Faith rises, and pads over to the counter, sitting on one of the stools. She watches Cordy, not saying a word. Cordy offers her the plate, and Faith snags a slice.

"Thanks," She says, biting into the toast. " Coffee?"

Cordy walks back to the pot, and grabbing two cups, splits the coffee between them. She brings one over to Faith.

" You're out," Cordelia says simply, sipping the half cup of coffee.

" Wasn't expecting company, " Faith says, " meant to get some yesterday. Got busy."

" mmmm" Cordy replies, chewing her toast.

Both eat in silence, not wanting to break the peace. Frankly, after last night, there wasn't much to say to each other. They know what the what is. They know who's got what role. Both are afraid if they speak, it would probably descend into the usual snarky sniping they were both so good at. Right now, the quiet was good. That's what both wanted right now. Peace, and lots of quiet.

Cordelia finishes first, taking the plate and her cup, and putting them in the sink, Turning, she looks at Faith. She can't think of any way to stall any longer.

" I guess I better go. Got to get home and change for school, " Cordy looks at Faith. " Don’t want to be late." She moves over to where she left her clothes, and gathers them up. She walks into the bedroom.

Faith is a vessel full of conflicting emotions. On one hand, what happened last night was good. Cleared the air, got the ' tension' out. Maybe now they could just go their separate ways, and forget all this crap. At least, that's what she was hoping. But there was the other stuff…the emotions that she'd been burying so long, coming back to the surface. And her own personal boatload of baggage she's carrying from her past, from Boston and from Bree. She knows that last night was partly to exorcise that ghost… and that didn't happen.Still here, still fresh, still right in my heart.

Then of course there's Cordelia. Much as she wants to deny it, there's something happening there between them. What it is, how it's going to play out, if this was just last night? No clues. None. What if something did happen? What then? I'm not here permanently. This is only a temp gig until we get this big bad they're talking about. That might already have happened. I move on… then what? Nothing, that's what. That's what it always is. Nothing. She looks up to see Cordelia standing in the living room, looking at her.

" What?" She asks, maybe a little harshly.

Cordelia can see the steel curtains have dropped behind Faith's eyes again. Whatever breakthrough they had last night, gone. What does she want? What does she expect? I can't even get close enough to talk to her, much less touch her; really touch her.

" I'm going now. I'll… well, bye." Cordelia walks to the door and opens it. She looks back at Faith, seeming to want to say more. Then she leaves, closing the door gently.

" Bye." Faith says, frowning. She walks into her bedroom to change.

5

Cordelia Chase lets herself into the rear entrance of the Chase mansion. She quietly sneaks down the corridor, hoping to avoid running into Daddy, or worse, a servant, until she gets upstairs and cleans up.

I should be ok, most of the help will be in the front part of the house this time of day. Just hope Dad's upstairs or in the sun room having breakfast.

She's just passing her Father's study when she hears what sounds like breaking glass through the door. Curious, forgetting her own ' mission', she stops to investigate. She tries the handle , and finds the door locked. That's weird, he doesn't usually lock this door. Oh well… She's just about to leave when she hears her father's voice, screaming and cursing.

Oh god, what if he hurt himself? She tries the lock again, and is about to knock when she starts making out words.

The Master? Wasn't that the guy Faith was fighting? What does daddy know about that? She pauses, pressing her ear against the door. She hears her father raging about the master, how he nearly ruined everything, how it cost him to ' solve the problem'. Then she hears other things. Things she doesn't exactly understand, but make her feel uneasy.

The strangest thing though, is that it sounds like her father, but doesn't too. Like he was speaking through water or something. His voice sounded strange, almost alien.

She backs away from the door, and starts quickly down the corridor towards the stairs. This is strange, on top of a very strange night. She can't deal right now. She has to think about it. Think about a lot of things. Ack. This is just… what the heck is happening around here?

Is the whole world going crazy?

6

Faith throws on her jacket, and opens the door to leave. She's in a bit of a hurry this morning. She needs her caffeine fix before she heads over to school to see Giles, and she's running a little behind.

She locks the door, and is starting down the stairs only to nearly run over Willow, who's climbing up the stairs.

" Whoa, Red. I'm not going to have to install a traffic light here or nothing, am I?" Faith teases her as she passes.

" Hey! Where're you going? I wanted to talk…"

" Gotta fly, Red. Outta coffee, need a fix before school. Can we talk later?"

Wait, I got coffee!" Willow starts after her." Just made some. Want some?"

Faith halts, and turns around.

"Really?" Faith starts back." You're a life saver. You know that, right?" She stops. " Wait, what about the parentals?" Faith has so far avoided meeting her ' Landlords' and prefers it that way.

" Oh, they're not here. On another one of their trips out of town. Some conference mom has or something. Or dad. Can't remember which." Willow shrugs.

" They seem to be gone a lot," Faith observes, " you got a cush deal, Red."

" How do you figure?"

" Well, think. You got the perks of parents, without them being in your hair all the time."

" Maybe it seems like that, but try having a sociologist and child psychologist as parents. I think I have a file two inches thick in my mom's filing cabinet." Willow pours herself a cup of coffee, and leans on the counter next to Faith. " They're always double and triple guessing my every move. That's not as much fun as it sounds," Willow sighs. " I sometimes think they had me just to have a working model of a kid handy."

" That's kind of harsh, Red." Faith gives her a look. " I'm sure your parentals love you. They just probably figure you're grown up enough not to need constant supervision." Faith takes a swallow of coffee. " Believe me, you don't want the alternative."

" Oh yeah. Sorry, forgot," Willow says.

" Hey, no big. I gotta sweet deal. I'm legally emancipated. No one to hassle me, you know?" Faith grins. " Sometimes, though, it'd be nice just to be a kid…" she changes the subject. " So, where's the boy friend? Usually by now, he's at the back door, sniffing around like a lost puppy looking for his … ok, that's just going to come out sounding wrong. " Faith laughs. " Where is Xander?"

" Oh, we agreed, after last night? We'd sleep in a little, meet at school. He's ditching detention. Which of course, will get him… more detention. Sometimes, I don't think he thinks too well."

" He's a guy. What do you expect?" Faith grins.

" What're you talking about?" Willow furrows her brows. " That sounds kind of sexist."

" Please. He's a guy. He gets excited, the blood flows away from the head. Ergo, not lots of blood flow to the brain. Not big on the thinking. At least, not with the head on the shoulders."

" Ok, I was wrong. That doesn't sound sexist, " Willow says, " that IS sexist!"

" Red, we had this discussion, remember? Men are dogs, simple. Friendly, fun to play with, really cute when they wag their tales; but never,ever take them seriously. They're just like any dog, show them a bitch in heat, and they're off and running, wagging furiously, unless you train them right." She gives Willow a look. " You are training our boy right, right?"

" Oh sure, we play Mistress of Pain every night, just so he knows who's boss." Willow teases.

" Really?" Faith laughs, " Well, maybe there're some kinks in that vanilla, after all."

" FAITH! I was kidding! " Willow blushes. " Geeze what kind of girl do you think I am?"

" I dunno, Red. I know you look hot in a leather skirt and boots. Not too much of a stretch to a dominatrix from there. Then, we just got to get Xander fitted for his dog collar…"

" You're AWFUL!" Willow blushes furiously, but there's a little glint in her olive colored eyes.

" And you're easy," Faith teases. She looks at her watch. " Whoa, we better get going…"

" Ok," Willow retrieves her backpack. They're out the door, and going down the driveway when Willow drops the bomb.

" Whoa, I almost forgot. I saw Cordelia kind of sneaking out of your place this morning, " Willow says, tone casual. " What was that about?"

Aw, man!

" Oh yeah. That," Faith puts on a disgusted voice. " I came home from patrolling last night, you know, after I left you guys at the Bronze…"

" Yeah…" .

" And anyway, I'm coming down the street to the house, and I see her car parked out front. And I'm thinking. " What the heck is that doing here?" So, I go over to check it out. And there's Her majesty herself, sitting behind the wheel. So I ask her. " What's the prob. Princess? Why don't you fly back to your fairy castle?' …"

" You didn't say fairy castle, did you?" Willow interrupts.

" Oh, I did. Anyway, she just sits there, looking at me. And she says. " I'm scared." And I ask why, and she goes on some story about vampires being all over the place( I patrolled, it was dead, vamp wise) and she was afraid to go home, afraid she'd get attacked. I think the girls got bloodsuckers on the brain, seeing them come out of the upholstery and everything. Anyway, she was in total panic mode. Just sitting there. A perfect target for real bloodsuckers, not the imaginary kind dancing in her head. So, I couldn't just leave her there…"

" Why not?" Willow catches Faith's look. " Ok, ok" She raises her hands.

" Technically she's human, and an innocent. You know, sacred duty, yada, yada, and I couldn't like shove her over and drive her home, cuz then, how do I get back? So, anyway, I just dragged her upstairs, all the time she's giving me grief, right … ?"

" Yeah, I thought I heard voices last night, " Willow confirms.

" Well, you know the Princess. Never make life easy for ANYONE, even IF they're going out of their way to help you… So I took her upstairs, and allowed her to stay overnight, sleeping on the couch… hell if I'm giving my bed up for her royal pain in the butt." Faith grabs her head, as if she has a headache, " god, that girl can complain!!! Blah de blah blah this and that crap, you know? The pillows weren't goose down, and the blanket didn't have the right thread count, and all this crap. And this morning, the pig finishes off the last of my coffee.Like it was some divine right that she … arrgghh… it pisses me off just to think about it!"

" That musta been murder!" Willow sympathizes.

" No, but it sure made the case for murder. Lot's of times I wanted to strangle her skanky neck. God, whatta ungrateful bitch." Faith shakes her head.

" Well, at least it's over…"

" Yeah, just wondering if I can put in for stress pay. Wait, the council doesn't pay me… never mind." Faith laughs. " God, I hope I neverhave a night like that one again!"

" Well, we'll nominate you for sainthood, Faith."

" Hmmm… St. Faith. I kinda like it. No, wait. That means I'd have to like give up sex and partying and stuff. Forget it." Faith puts on a tragic voice. " Nope, I'll just be the unknown martyr. Maybe they'll put up a statue to me or something."

" Poor, poor Faith. So self sacrificing, " Willow gets into it. " But just remember. Tomorrow is another day."

" Yes, and it's always darkest before the dawn."

" Every cloud has a silver lining."

" There's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

" Every dog has its day, " Willow sums up.

" When did we start talking about Xander again?" Faith teases.

" Faith!"

Wonder if she bought it? Faith looks at Willow.

Does she really think I bought that load of happy horse poop?

7

" Again!"

Merrick points at the training dummy, and Buffy takes off, going through kicking drills, using a combination of kicks to hit the target harder, faster and more accurately. She starts to really get into it, hitting it harder and harder until finally, one kick breaks the stand and the dummy goes flying. Buffy looks at Merrick, a little shamefaced.

" Sorry," She says, looking at the dummy, then back at Merrick. She smiles, blushing a little.

" That's ok, Buffy. You're doing better, much better," Merrick says agreeably. " We can always repair the dummy. The point is, you're getting faster and more accurate with your kicking. Good work."

Merrick walks over to the training dummy, and sighing, picks it up. This is the third time this week he's had to repair it.

" So, I'm doing good, huh?" Buffy says, dancing on her toes, shadow boxing at the air. " So when do we get to weapons training?"

" All in good time, Buffy," Merrick hauls the dummy over to the corner. " I still want you to work on your punching some more. You're dropping your left, and that leaves you open."

" You're not still mad about the Quarterstaffs, are you? I said I'm sorry about knocking you down three times."

" Ahem, yes. Well, I still think you need work on your technique. Don't worry, Buffy. We'll get back to it soon enough."

" Ok," Buffy pouts, just a little. " But it'd be wicked cool if I could like, start practicing on the crossbow…"

" Did you read that book I gave you?" Merrick asks, to divert her.

" You mean The Prince by Macaroni?"

" That's Machiavelli, Buffy. Yes, I was wondering if you'd tackled it yet."

" Well, I started, but it's kind of weird, " Buffy furrows his brow, " It's all about some old dudes in way old time and how they got things done… I think."

" Buffy, it's really important that you do the reading I give you. Slaying isn't only about the physical. It's a state of mind, too."

" Huh?"

" When your fighting vampires and demons, a lot of times, you're going to be outnumbered. How you plan a fight, your mental state during the fight, and being observant for your opponents mistakes and weaknesses, makes you a better fighter… and might keep you alive longer."

" Oh…yeah, sure, " Buffy nods, not really getting it. " But I don't see how that book you gave me is about slaying. You know?"

" The Prince is important, Buffy. Especially in slaying." Merrick comes over to her. " Sometimes, your foes won't be obvious. They might even, at first, seem to be your friends. Or on your side of the war we're fighting. But evil is tricky, Buffy. It can come in many guises. That's why I want you to read The Prince. It's almost a guide book to the way manipulators think. You'll need that as you get more and more into it. You have to be very careful who you trust. Even your best friend might betray you."

" Ford? Naw, he's a sugar bear. A little dopey, and can be a real pain in the rear sometimes, but he'd never…"

" Yes, but didn't you tell me that when you became the Chosen one, you told him, and he …well, he thought you were …"

" Yeah," Buffy frowns, remembering that. " But he's onboard now. Ok?"

" Still, Buffy. You have to be careful. People who pretend to be your friends, might turn out otherwise. If you're not prepared, you might pay dearly… even with your life."

" Ok, Mr. Merrick," Buffy says, frowning.

" Even those closest to you might, being misguided, betray you. Remember that."

" Sure."

" Ok, well, enough with the gloomy talk, huh?" He smiles. " Why don't we call it a day?"

" Cool!" Buffy perks up. " See you tonight?"

" Right. Right after patrol, so you can report in. "

" Later, Mr. Merrick" Buffy waves as she takes off.

Merrick watches her go, a small smile playing on his lips.

Yes, she seems to be taking to training quite well. Quite well indeed.

Humming a little tune, he starts to collect up the equipment.

To be continued.
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