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The Rogue Slayer	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 12311 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Faith growls deeply at the thought of Willow allowing Tara to leave the bar without going with her. �Damn redhead knows fuckin� better.� Faith quickly strides to catch up with the blonde walking at a pretty good clip ahead of her. As she sees a vampire detach himself from the side of a building, trailing Tara, Faith growls lowly. �I don�t think so.�

Tara gets the distinct impression that she�s being followed. Turning her head slightly, she sees a tall man a couple yards behind her. When she watches as his eyes turn to yellow, and bumps come up on his forehead, she reacts without thinking, sending a blast of magic at him, knocking him twenty feet back, making him land at Faith�s feet. Looking in surprise at Faith as she leans down with something in her hand, stabbing it in the guys chest, Tara stares in stunned disbelief as he explodes into dust. It finally clicks in her mind that the guy must have been a vampire.

Standing there in shock, she watches as Faith cautiously walks up to her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. �Vampire?� Tara questions hoarsely. When Faith nods her head in the affirmative, Tara closes her eyes, sighing. �Vampires, demons, werewolves are all real?� Tara questions, almost wishing they weren�t. If they�re real, that means her father could possibly have been telling the truth all these years.

�They are.� Faith watches the emotions flickering across the witch�s face, the hope, then the sadness and despair. �You okay?�

�I don�t think so.� Tara shakes her head, paling at the brunette�s words. �What are you?� Tara questions, opening her sad, scared eyes to look at the brunette.

�Ummm.� Faith shifts around uncomfortably for a few moments. �How about I tell ya�. But not out here? Somewhere a little more private, maybe?� Faith offers seriously.

Tara considers the woman for a moment. �Let�s head back to the campus.� Tara sighs, turning back around and walking towards the University, her eyes on the ground in front of her, as Faith walks beside her, a couple inches separating them.

Faith follows the witch up the stairs to her dorm room. As Tara glances at her again, Faith tries to smile her most benign smile to make her feel a little more comfortable. When Tara allows a brief smile to flit across her face, Faith releases the breath she�d unconsciously been holding. Following her into the room, Faith�s eyes quickly takes in the room with the white Christmas lights twinkling merrily around the ceiling and top of the walls, before her gaze takes in sketches hanging here and there.

Leaning her back against the door, not wanting to crowd the woman, Faith watches as Tara slides her shoes off and reaches down to her mini refrigerator.

�Would you like a water or juice?� Tara offers softly as she pulls out a juice.

�Water, thanks.� Faith answers, slowly easing her way towards the witch, accepting the water handed to her.

�So?� Tara questions after a couple minutes and a few sips of her juice. Watching the dark-haired woman intently as she sits down on the edge of her bed, watching as Faith perches a hip on her desk.

�You obviously know about vampires and other things that go bump in the night, right?� Faith questions hesitantly. As Tara nods her head, Faith plays with the label on her water bottle. �Well, have you ever heard of �One girl in all the world to fight the forces of evil� yadda, yadda, yadda shit?�

Tara frowns and shakes her head. �No.� Tara states simply, watching as Faith sighs.

�Yeah, well, the girl is called a Slayer. She was born� sorry, make it created originally. She was made to fight vampires and other evil. She�s a lot stronger, faster, and heals quicker than a normal human, that way she can fight on a more even basis with these creatures.� Faith explains quickly.

�Created?� Tara�s brows furrow at the wording.

�The original slayer was created by men. They pretty much took this poor girl and did some kind of voodoo shit on her. When she died, a new one was called. They tapped into some cosmos shit, or something, making it so that there would always be a new one to replace the old one. Down through time, that�s the way it goes.� Faith snarls her lip at the thought.

Tara watches Faith for a long moment. �You�re the slayer.� Tara whispers as she makes the connection. Paling even more at the thought. �It�s your job to kill demons.�

�Evil demons.� Faith nods her head. �There are such things as non-evil demons. Some are actually kind of cool.� Faith shrugs her shoulders. �It�s more of a case by case basis. If they try to kill me, or someone else, I kill them.�

�Willow knows?� Tara whispers.

�Yeah. Her and B go back to Sophomore year together. She found out then, along with Xander.� Faith explains.

�Wait. B?� Tara looks confused at the dark haired slayer.

�Buffy, she�s a slayer also.� Faith admits, frowning. �I�m fuckin� this all up. B was the slayer two before me. She drowned, Xander performed CPR on her, bringing her back to life, but not before a new slayer was called. Her name was Kendra, she was killed, then that made yours truly.� Faith waves her hand at herself.

Tara sits there in stunned silence.

Faith watches the woman, wondering if she was going to freak out, or just continue to sit there not saying anything. �Tare?� Faith calls her name quietly, when the woman seems to have faded off into her own little world.

�A l-lot to t-take in.� Tara�s lip quirks the tiniest bit, not able to do more than that.

�Yeah, it is.� Faith sighs quietly, before heading towards the door. �If you can�t deal, let Willow down easy. She�s really been lookin� hard to find someone to practice magic with. I�m sorry that this isn�t what you�re lookin� for.� Faith softly states before quickly slipping out of the dorm room.

It takes a moment for Tara to realize that Faith left. Glancing up at the closed door, Tara runs a shaking hand over her forehead. �What am I going to do? In six months I turn twenty. If I become a demon�� Tara feels tears gathering in her eyes. �Mama, I wish you were here to help me. Is what father said true, am I a demon? Will they have to kill me when I turn into one?�

Letting the tears fall, Tara curls up into a small ball on the bed, crying herself into a restless nights sleep.

***

�Fuck, fuck, fuck!� Faith growls as she stomps her way towards Revello Drive. Almost hoping to come across a few vampires to take her frustrations out on, but of course, when she�s wanting them to be around, there�s none to be found.

Joyce looks up in surprise as Faith opens the door, closing it a little more forcefully than necessary. �Faith?�

�Mrs. S.� Faith looks at the woman, questioningly.

�Everything okay?� Joyce questions hesitantly, seeing the anger practically pouring from the woman�s eyes.

�Yeah, peachy keen.� Faith snarls as she heads into the kitchen, opening and shutting cabinet doors as she looks for something to munch on.

�Please tell me Buffy didn�t piss you off.� Joyce questions softly as she watches Faith tear open a bag of chips, grabbing a handful and shoving them into her mouth, chewing them viciously.

Swallowing the chips. Faith shakes her head. �Not B. I pretty much fucked up all on my own.� Faith admits, opening the refrigerator door, grabbing a soda out before hopping up on the counter.

Joyce waits, hoping that Faith might open up to her, watching as the teenager works her way slowly and methodically through the bag of chips.

�What�s it like to be in love?� Faith questions out of the blue.

�Uh�� Joyce blinks in surprise as she watches Faith look at her with questioning brown eyes. Slowly walking into the kitchen, Joyce sits down at the island across from the slayer. �I guess it�s different for different people. But, in my experience, it was getting lost in Hanks eyes first. My heart would speed up at the sight of him, or when I�d hear his voice. I�d catch myself thinking about him at inopportune times, wanting to spend time with him.� Joyce shrugs.

�Wanting to bump uglies with him?� Faith allows a small smile to work across her face as Joyce narrows her gaze before grinning at her.

�Yes, having sex with him was part of it, too.� Joyce chuckles quietly. �Found some hunk you�re interested in?�

�Not a hunk.� Faith tilts her head at the older Summers.

�Okay, hunkette?� Joyce grins at the surprise on Faith�s face.

�Damn, I thought that might freak you a bit.� Faith�s mouth drops as Joyce laughs heartily at her.

�Kids today!� Joyce shakes her head, her eyes twinkling with mischief. �You think you�re the only ones that even consider having same sex relations. That�s been going on probably since the beginning of time.�

Faith raises an eyebrow in wonder at Joyce, her curiosity peaked. �Do tell. Sounds more like a little note of experience coming through there, Mrs. S.�

Joyce blushes lightly. �If you tell anyone, I�ll get you back, some how, some way, understood?� As Faith�s eyes open in surprise, and she nods her head, Joyce smirks. �My freshman year in college, my roommate and I were known to� experiment. It was actually quite enjoyable. But, in the long run, not for me.� Joyce shrugs, grinning.

�Damn! B ought to know this. Little Miss Tight Ass could probably use a little experimenting, instead of dealing with corn-fed boy.� Faith guffaws loudly as Joyce smirks at her comment.

�We did not have this conversation, understand?� As Faith nods, Joyce laughs quietly. �Honestly, I agree with you. She goes from that damn vampire, to the Mr. America wanna be. She needs to let her hair down and enjoy life some.� Joyce sighs quietly. �But it isn�t like she�ll listen to me.�

�Don�t know. Maybe you oughta tell her you got it on with another girl, might open her eyes.� Faith jokes, jumping down from the counter to sit on the stool across from Joyce.

�Probably make her look at me like I�m a two-headed vampire.� Joyce chuckles. �So, how did you fuck up?� Joyce questions, using Faith�s terminology.

Faith blinks in surprise at Joyce saying fuck. �Well, Willow met this girl in the Wicca meeting group who�s an actual witch. She actually intrigued me there, I had walked Willow there because it was a wolf moon. Anyway, Willow talked her into going to the Bronze tonight. I played bodyguard walking them there, then kind of went off on my own. I kept catching myself staring at her, you know.� Faith glances up briefly seeing the look of understanding crossing the woman�s face. �Well, she glanced up and it was like she was starin� into my soul. Well, I got her out on the dance floor, we danced a few fast dances before the band took a break. By then the whole group was there, being all huggy, kissy type shit. I asked her to shoot pool.�

Joyce watches the emotions playing over Faith�s face. They seemed to range from everything from happiness, to sadness to confusion to a hint of anger.

�Well, I kind of had to show her how to shoot pool.� Faith grins wickedly at this point, her eyes lighting up with merriment.

�How do�� Joyce trails off, thinking about it, before blushing and laughing quietly.

�Yeah, I kinda hung all over her back, pressing my body into her type thing.� Faith admits, smirking. �Anyway, it kinda got heated there at the end, where I came close to kissin� her. She ended up heading back to the table and Willow, while I decided to hit the dance floor. Next thing I know Willow�s coming up to me, telling me Tara decided to head back to the University, without anyone walking with her. That damn redhead could have went with her. But no, she lets her take off on her own, so she can stay there with dog boy.� Faith growls deeply at the thought.

Joyce reaches out, placing a calming hand on the slayers clenched fist. �Easy, Faith.�

Faith slowly calms down. �I took off after her and good thing I did. A vampire was planning on making a snack of her. She saw me dust him. It was weird, when she asked me if vampires, demons and werewolves existed and I said yes, they did, she turned real pale and scared like. She asked me what I was. I insisted we go somewhere more quiet and followed her to her room, explained I was a slayer, as was Buffy. Needless to say, I think it kind of freaked her out. I think I scared her off, Mrs. S.� Faith finally admits what�s really bothering her. �I like her. I ain�t never liked no one before. I don�t know what love is, but I know I don�t want to just jump in the sack with her. I want to get to know her, too.�

Joyce sighs quietly. �Give her some time. Maybe talk to Willow, tell her that you had to tell Tara. Maybe she can talk to her, also. She went through this revelation in high school. I�m sure she can help explain things a little more to Tara, so she won�t be so upset.�

Faith plays with her empty soda can, tearing little chunks off the top, dropping them into the opening. �I think I scared her off, Mrs. S. I don�t think I�ll ever get a chance to know if there might have been somethin� there.�

�Don�t write it off yet, Faith.� Joyce states softly, watching the teen. �Give her a few days to let it soak in. She might surprise you.�

�Yeah, like my life is that great. If I was her, I�d run to the farthest point on the map to be away from this shit.� Faith growls. �Thanks for listening to my shit, Mrs. S. I appreciate it.�

�Anytime. I�m always here for you, if you need me.� Joyce pats Faith�s arm gently. �Buffy never gave me the chance, I appreciate you talking with me.�

�Yeah, well� B sometimes ain�t the brightest crayon in the box.� Faith smirks as Joyce smacks her arm at that comment.

�Be nice. She�s still my daughter.� Joyce chuckles at the gleam in Faith�s eyes.

�You sure about that?� Faith laughs, as she ducks the dish towel that comes sailing at her head. �You�re all right, Mrs. S.� Faith throws the empty bag in the trash along with her soda can.

Joyce watches as Faith strides out of the kitchen. Smiling softly, she whispers to the empty room. �You�re all right, too, Faith.� Joyce glances at the clock on the stove. �It�s late and I need to be in bed.� Joyce shakes her head, surprised at how long the two women had been talking. Quickly shutting the lights off, Joyce double-checks the doors before heading upstairs, grinning as she hears Faith singing quietly in the shower. ��Night, Faith.� Joyce calls out, knowing the slayer would hear her, before heading to bed.

***

Willow bites on her lip nervously as she waits outside Tara�s door. As the door slowly opens and Tara stands there quietly. Willow smiles self-consciously. �Ummm. Am I still welcome?�

Tara sighs, letting a small smile cross her face as she opens the door wider to allow Willow to come in. �Yes, you�re welcome, Willow.� She states softly after Willow enters the room.

�Just make sure you don�t invite anyone in your room. That�s a no-no.� Willow quirks her lip up into a quick smile. �So, how are you doing?� Willow questions as she glances around the woman�s room.

�Don�t really know.� Tara admits as she sits down on her bed.

�Anything you want to ask? Clarify?� Willow�s foot bounces nervously as she watches Tara.

�Please sit, Willow.� Tara can�t help but laugh quietly at the obviously worried redhead. �Faith kind of gave me a quick run down.�

Willow nods her head. �She told me she was afraid she�d scared you off. Did she?�

Tara runs a hand over the coverlet on her bed, smoothing out the wrinkles. �It wasn�t her, necessarily, that s-scared me. It was the thought that d-demons are real.� Tara looks up with worried eyes.

�But Buffy and Faith fight demons. They�re here to protect us and keep us safe from evilness. The Hellmouth is a lot safer place than it was before. I remember when Buffy first came here how it seemed every weekend a new group of vampires were trying to take over the town. But they keep that down to a minimum now! Honest.� Willow babbles quickly.

Tara bites her lip, not looking up, nodding her head silently. �I get that.� Tara sighs softly, deciding to wait to say anything. Maybe she can help Willow with her magic before it gets to her birthday. �Did you want to work on your meditations? They�ll h-help you in the l-long run.� Tara tilts her head thinking for a moment. �That�s why the n-negative energy is so b-bad here in Sunnydale. It�s a Hellmouth.� Tara finally realizes what Willow had said, making the connection.

�So the Hellmouth is partially to blame for my soupy spells?� Willow questions eagerly.

Tara laughs quietly. �Well, it certainly isn�t helping. Let�s w-work on your meditations, letting you get in touch with your inner s-store of magic so you can draw on it, instead of d-drawing on the things around you. That�ll help you a lot. Then I have a couple books that you can borrow. Read them, they might give you a l-little more insight into the magical realm.� Tara grins crookedly, relaxing.

�Thank you.� Willow breathes out a huge sigh of relief. �I�m so glad Faith didn�t scare you off.�

�Faith didn�t d-do anything wrong, Willow. There w-was n-nothing she did to be blamed for.� Tara explains softly. Hesitating for a moment, Tara finally questions the redhead. �How is she?�

�Who?� Willow looks at the blonde from where she was perusing her magic books.

�Faith.� Tara whispers the slayer�s name.

�She�s okay, I guess.� Willow shrugs her shoulders. �She just called to let me know she�d let you in on the slayer deal, and that she was kind of worried about you.�

Tara frowns momentarily. �You guys aren�t real close?� Tara questions.

�Well�� Willow hesitates momentarily. �Faith is kind of a loner. She sort of does her own thing. She alternates out nights with Buffy, doing the slayer thing. Occasionally they�ll patrol together. She�s kind of on call.� Willow grins briefly.

Tara furrows her brow at the words, wondering if the original group had ever really tried to bring Faith into their circle, or if they had just decided that if she wanted to join them, she could. If she didn�t, they�d use her when they needed her. Deciding to wait and see what happens, Tara puts those thoughts out of her mind for the time being. �Let�s work on your meditations.�

Willow grins hugely at the witch, climbing up on the bed facing Tara as the blonde witch indicates.

Tara softly explains what she wants Willow to do, to relax, try and get that busy mind of hers to empty and concentrate on her heartbeat, before continuing.
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