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Blood Bag	By : shinwillow Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 3013 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Faith stares at his forearm resting on the bar, tight, ropy cords of muscle flexing as he gripped the glass in his hand. Normally, she digs guys with scars, but Xander looks like something tried to eat him alive then changed its minds a few dozen times. You can take dental impressions from those bite marks. Faith hastily takes a gulp of her beer.

She absorbs those marks a bit longer before letting her gaze flit up to the man�s face. She finds it hard to believe his face is clear of scars. Black stubble�s growing out from his shaven skull, and around his mouth. He�s scruffy-looking, and Faith usually digs that, too, but not on him. On him it just seems wrong.

For the first time Faith thinks it�s tragic she has to kill him.
Xander swirled the cold, dark beer around inside his glass. He didn�t drink much because of his physiology. He tried to a long time ago, back when he first got free of Hambly. Xander, homeless and broke, busted into the first liquor store he came across and set about drinking himself into oblivion. The next morning he was chased out and he never got anywhere near drunk. He was told later his metabolism was too keyed up and burned the alcohol out of his system before his body could reap its benefits.

Faith had yet to say anything, had in fact remained silent since the moment she took the barstool next to his. Xander wasn�t complaining. Mostly concerned the urge to shoot her would become irresistible if she uttered a single word to him. Then again, if he did blow Faith away, maybe Buffy gets that perfect slaying buddy she�s always wanted? Xander lifted the glass up to his lips and took a big swallow instead of smiling at his pondering.

"Hey, boy toy," Faith said.

Xander set his glass down on the counter and slammed his elbow between Faith�s eyes. When she fell to the floor all human noise in the bar came to a halt, and Xander picked up his beer and started drinking again. Xander supposed he drank beer because he liked its taste. He worked his way through all the other liquors before discovering his immunity and beer was the only booze he could stand drinking recreationally. Tequila and Gin, the serious liver killing stuff? Nah.

"I don�t want any trouble in here," the bartender said, already reaching for the sawed-off under the register.

"Fuck, man, don�t sound like a clich�, or nutthin�," Faith commented somewhere behind Xander.

"Listen, just take your boyfriend, and your shit, out of here, okay?"

The sounds of chair legs pushed over the linoleum and cowboy boots and high heels scuttling away reached Xander�s ears. A new disk began playing on the Jukebox. It wasn�t any song Xander ever heard before, but he knew the singer. She was hot, or she was last time he saw her on tv. "I want my MTV," Xander murmured before taking another swig of beer.

Faith snorted derisively. "Yeah, he wishes."

The bartender decides to pull the shotgun and points in the remote vicinity of Faith�s voice. "I said get out, bitch! Botha you!"

Xander finished his mug off and started to get up from his stool and the bartender swung the shotgun his way, which Xander ignored. Instead, he casually replaced the 9 he drew from his inside coat pocket and pulled out a sawbuck. "Hold it!" barked the bartender, gesturing emphatically with his shotgun. Xander ignores this, too, and places the bill on the counter. "Holy shit!" the barkeep hissed lowering the shotgun, his eyes wide and keyed to Xander�s stomach. Xander turned to see the bar�s patrons had indeed hotfooted out of there at the first hint of trouble. Kinda putting lie to all those tales of rowdy brawls going on in Country Western bars.

Faith is standing directly in front of him, looking like hot, nasty sex on legs. It�s been twelve years, and they�ve been kind to the slayer. That makes Xander want to shoot her all over again. Faith sees the same thing the bartender saw moments before and she blinks at the giant patch of bright red blood soaked into his once white tee-shirt, then her gaze travels downwards to find more blood staining Xander�s blue jeans. His entire crotch is soaked; it looks like he pissed himself.

When Faith returns her gaze to his face, Xander can see the question she�s asking herself in her brown eyes. She wants to know why she didn�t smell the blood when they sat next to each other. Her nostrils flare as she sniffs the air inside the bar and probably realized just how strong and overpowering the smell of liquor is.

"I know what you�re gonna do, Xander," Faith says forcefully. Refocusing on why she actually came here. Which wasn�t to watch Xander bleed all over the place.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, and I�m here to stop you no matter what."

"Are you boning Spike, too?"

Faith looks off to the side and scratches at her exposed mid-drift and looks back at Xander, giving that mocking/flirty grin that had Xander�s pants down in, like, three seconds flat. "Nah, I don�t play with B�s toys anymore."

"Then I don�t know why it matters to you one way or another."

"The fuck you don�t know why! Because he�s human now!" she cried.

"I don�t care."

Faith peers at him closely now, suspiciously. "Did B�" she starts then shakes her head, holding onto the point as hard as she can. "I�ll stop you. I�ll kill you."

Xander tried to grin but failed, half a dozen stinging comments about this slayer�s penchant for killing people dying before they passed his lips. Took so much energy to be snarky these days. And pointing out Faith�s hypocrisy seemed so useless. He didn�t care enough to throw it in her face.

"I won�t be stopped."

"And I won�t punk out like Buffy and Red," Faith said dropping into a stance.

Xander shut his eyes very lightly and exhaled an even lighter breath. "What do you mean?"

"They don�t think you�ll do it. But I know better. You�ll come around eventually then B will lose her husband and Joey�ll lose his dad. I won�t let that happen. No way."

Xander opened his eyes and said one word. "Joey."
Then he opened fire. Faith was ready, throwing herself to the floor and rolling forward under Xander�s aim. She came up and delivered a sidekick to Xander�s wrist, and followed up with an elbow to his chest. The blow to his wrist was strong enough to break bones, and so was the hit to Xander�s center mass. Faith, surprised he didn�t lose his grip on the 9, watched as Xander hurtled over the bar, crashing into the assorted bottles of liquor stacked behind it.

Faith heard about the guns from Angel. Xander was supposed to have killed a lot of vamps with them. She expected�no, hoped�they�d make him overconfident when she confronted him. The fact he was bleeding all over the place was a plus. It probably made him slower than usual.

Faith treaded cautiously towards the bar, half expecting Xander to pop up and start blasting away. But she knew Xander didn�t survive her attack. And if he did, there was no way he was going to be in any shape to let off any more shots. Faith stepped between the stools she and Xander sat at earlier and leaned over the countertop� and Xander wasn�t there, just a lot of broken glass and a spatter of blood on the floor.

"Oh, shit!" Faith muttered as she turned her head, lining her forehead up perfectly with the nozzle of Xander�s gun. She closed her eyes briefly and opened them again, focusing them on Xander. His features looked so bland, except for his eyes. Which were scarily gentle. Going by his eyes it was easy to fool herself Xander wasn�t hard enough to pull the trigger. Like he wouldn�t decorate the bar with her brains. Except Faith knew he would.

Faith managed a weak chortle and said, "Slick, kid."

"Walk away, Faith," Xander says and he sounds more alive than Faith�s heard him all night. "Pretend I don�t exist for a little while longer. It�s pretty easy."

"Can�t do that."

"You will do that, or I�ll kill you."

"If you�re gonna, do it already, because--"

The gun disappears back into Xander�s trench coat and he stands before Faith, arms down at his sides. His bleeding worsened and seemingly went unnoticed by Xander. He watched her without a word.

"What the fuck?"

"Do you have anything on you?"

"What?"

"Weapons?" he asked patiently.

"No."

Xander pushed at his coat and slipped his right hand behind his back. Faith watched closely as he pulled out a black knife by its handle. Okay, nobody told me about there being any knives! She thought as Xander flipped the knife up a bit and caught it by its blade.

"This is a Battle Mistress E," Xander began, "the blade�s nine inches long. It�s about fourteen, over-all. Steel, doesn�t weigh much. It�s a good knife."

"So you know a little somethin�, somethin� about knives--"

Faith, more on instinct than anything, caught the knife when Xander threw it at her. She didn�t look at her hand clasped around the fitted canvas micarta handle�she stared disbelieving at Xander. He whipped the knife at her head knowing she�d catch it, but that didn�t shock Faith nearly as much the fact he threw it so well. Xander now pushed his left hand behind his back and produced another blade. This one was smaller than the one he gave her. Almost identical in shape and color, except the grip was a leathery brown, which Xander grasped underhanded.

"Mine�s bigger than yours." Faith couldn�t resist.

"Always was."

"So� what? We�re gonna have a cute little duel? I think somebody�s inner geek is showing."

"You can kill me now, Faith," Xander said. "Stop me from going back to Sunnydale, and protect the people you care about."

"You can�t really think ya can take me!"

Xander looked thoughtful for a moment before he shrugged and began taking off his coat. "Angel doesn�t know everything."

It took a moment before Faith could respond to Xander�s statement. The huge gash in Xander�s side distracted her. Four long, ragged tears obviously�to someone in Faith�s occupation, anyway�made by claws stretched from the back of Xander�s ribcage on his left side all the way to the front. The soggy cloth of his shirt hung like strips of flesh. Faith realized with a sick feeling, flesh it might have been. God, something ripped chunks outta the guy!

"W-What?"

"I guess he�s the one who told you guys. You." Xander shook his head. "Doesn�t matter." Xander tossed his coat over a nearby table. His gun caused it to land with a big clunk on the Formica. "Should�ve stayed away from LA, anyway. Saved it for last�" Xander�s ramblings trailed off and then he brought his knife up chest level over his heart with the blade pointing out. "Come on, Faith."

"I will end you, Xander. I�m not kidding around," Faith said dropping back into a stance, modified slightly for the knife in her hand.

"If you do, burn my body afterwards."
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