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REBELLION	By : Tanith Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Dawn/Faith Views: 3957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“…Who Wants To Live Forever?”
By Tanith
Present Day (4 Years Later)
Faith stood on the cliff-top watching what would probably be her last sunset. She could scarcely believe that what she saw beneath her was the same Sunnydale she had found on her first visit to the town. There was nothing left – well almost nothing. The streets and buildings had been pulverised into dust and within a few weeks energy leaking from the Hellmouth from the hell dimension had leaked into this one. Plants and animals from that dimension had overtaken the whole area and while that led to cool things like unicorns, it did have major drawbacks. It had been four and a half years since the world had gone to hell – literally. The nights were long and the days practically non-existent. Faith turned her face towards the setting sun, letting its warmth bathe her skin while it still could. Soon the sun would set and she would have to leave.
The Slayer Handbook stated that a slyer must be willing and fully prepared to lay down her life if the situation dictates. Faith had agreed with that rule – after all it was her duty (and according to her watcher, it was her privilege), plus there had to be something worth dying for right? Despite that though every time she had almost died it was in the heat of battle. This was not – she was walking into the jaws of death and she was doing it willingly.
She sighed – these last years had been so difficult, Angel had spent more than eighteen months trying to convert her to his way of thinking. And to be honest on one occasion he had almost succeeded, she had almost succumbed to what he was offering.
Almost
3 Years Earlier
The sickly sweet smell of fresh human blood filled Faiths senses, her own blood began to thump through her temples in response to it – like a vampire she had learnt to feel the attraction of fresh blood. It made her feel again the power she had felt – taking a life. A shudder ran through her, the recollection was too powerful – too intense…
Too tempting…?
She was deep inside the demon headquarters looking for one of her followers, well an ex-follower now. The man she sought had raped and killed a woman and had tried to do the same to Dawn. He had escaped custody while she was deciding what to do with him. He ran to the one place where she wouldn’t follow.
He was wrong.
“Faith, what a nice surprise.”
“Angel.” She had decided a year ago to dispense with this Angel when he’s good, Angelus when he’s bad crap. It was just confusing and at this point – pretty useless. She turned to find him with her prey in his arms.
“Looking for this?” He said pleasantly while shaking the man like a rag doll.”
“mmm.”
“He told me why you are looking for him. I assume that they want him dead but you aren’t sure you can cope with killing him.”
Faith just stood there looking at him, with her emotion and indecision plainly evident in her face.
“Call him my gift to you, I caught him but I’ll let you do what you wish with him.”
He dropped the man at her feet unconscious.
A tribute.
Darkness flashed in her eyes, her heart and soul – Angel was eager for the kill, she could feel it. Could feel the exhilaration flowing off of him and deep within herself a part shared it. She was attracted to the fire in his eyes – the power he exuded and the arrogance in his voice.
“He is scum. I’ll let you kill him. Let you harness that rage. It must have felt very bad following him, his life in your hands, it must remind you of what you wanted to do to your father.”
She gasped.
Angel continued sympathetically, “Cordelia is a seer – she saw your past, what you try and hide. That had to have been terrible – growing up like that, him doing those things to you and your brother…I understand all that rage inside of you, my father was a bastard too but at least I got to kill him when I became a vampire – you haven’t had that chance.
So here it is – this man has raped and killed, just like he did! This is the chance you have always been waiting for Faith…”
She began to tremble, her lip was quivering and she bit it, hard. She turned her gaze to the man lying prone on the floor. It would be so easy and he did deserve it.
“If not for you…do it for the woman he killed…or your dead brother who your father killed!”
She whimpered – her confusion had abated with the mention of Mark. Her voice was choked, “You’re as bad as he is Angel and I hope you’ll be very happy together.” She spat at the man on the floor before backing away, slowly – brokenly.
Angel reached down and casually snapped the mans neck and looked at her disappointedly, “They’ll never accept you Faith, you’re too damaged. They’ll pray for the next slayer or Buffys return!”
“Maybe the will but I’ll serve them until that day – and before I die I will kill you Angel. I will atone for my sins and avenge yours!”
She turned and walked away. Feeling pain burning through her chest, but this time she knew it would go away – for the first time she had hope.
Present Day
That was a feeling that she still carried with her, she now had faith in herself, in humanity and hope that things would work out.
The sun had gone by this time and Faith missed its warmth. She was going to die tonight, she knew it but would do anything to keep Dawn alive.
Angel had kidnapped her the night before. A starving kid came into her territory in the early hours, he had a message carved into his back. Angel was offering her a choice, a chance for redemption. She could take the kid's place – there was no hesitation in her acceptance, no frantic rush for an alternative because there wasn’t one.
Since the beginning of time Slayers had sacrificed themselves for others and she would be no exception. Faith had known that this day was coming and she was utterly calm as she laid her chosen weapon on the cliff top. She looked down at it in regret, guilt and remembered pain. In a moment of violence she snatched up the sword, driving it deep into the rock.
The broadsword shone in the light of the moon – a cross emblazoned on her vision as though it were a blessing from a higher power.
It stood as a testament to everything that could have been and everything that had been lost.
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