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REBELLION	By : Tanith Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Dawn/Faith Views: 3957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A note from Tanith: Okay guys thanks for everyone who sent me feedback. I hope you enjoy this – REBELLION is by far my favourite story. I’m disappointed it hasn’t gotten better reviews but I am trying to take your advice on board, please give it a chance – these first few chapters are groundwork for the big one, which is coming up. Any and all suggestions gratefully received. By the way I hope you’ll all be pleasantly surprised by this instalment.
“I SAW A PALE HORSE
WITH A PALE RIDER UPON IT
THE NAME OF THE HORSE
WAS PESTILANCE
AND THE NAME OF THE RIDER
WAS DEATH”
Faith slowly forced herself through the undergrowth. In less than five years this place resembled a jungle. There were Earth plants and ones from that other dimension and hybrids of both. In some ways it reminded her of herself – everything had changed and there was no going back. What had once been downtown Sunnydale was almost impassable. She stopped and took a deep breath as she glimpsed the place where it had all started – The Bronze.
A smile crossed her lips as she remembered luring that vampire outside… luring Buffy outside. She remembered hanging with the Scooby Gang, remembered feeling accepted. Flashing into the night of the dance, her and B had been SO close. They had been putting on a show, flaunting themselves but not for the boys – for each other. That night had been so good, there had been so much potential between them. And then Angel had shown up…
It was that thought that brought Faith back into the present, forced her to look at her surroundings. The Bronze stood on one side of the crater caused when the Hellmouth had opened, it was the only building left standing in the whole of Sunny’D. Mouldering in the trees, trapped forever within the darkness. It was standing solely due to Willows magickal ability – she had long ago cast a protection spell on the building and it endured in spite of everything. It should have stood as a symbol of humanities endurance but it looked and felt like a place defiled by evil.
Faith braced herself and stepped into pitch darkness.
The previous night (Dawns POV)
It has been a year since Faith gave me my own command and although she doesn’t deliberately send us on any dangerous missions – we have seen our fair share of action! After all, it’s not as though anywhere is safe these days. I’m proud that Faith feels that she can count on me, that I can take care of the squad (as well as myself). At times my men and I are all that stand between our colony and its total destruction. I could never imagine Buffy giving me any level of responsibility, if it had been up to her I would never have learnt what lurks in the darkness. It’s been almost five years since Buffy left, for four of those I’ve been Faiths right-hand-man. I’ve changed; I’m a grown woman now. If Buffy came back now she wouldn’t recognise me anymore.
Something moved in the bushes – it’s too close. I raise my hand and we all go into our fighting stances. It could be nothing but it rarely is anymore. I hear someone speak my name and terrifyingly I recognise the voice coming from the shadows and suddenly I know that I don’t stand a chance – none of us do!
When Angels forces came out of the undergrowth my squad were dead in seconds. Blood seeped from my hairline into my eyes as I look at the vampires and demons surrounding me. I’m outnumbered, outclassed and we all know it. Angel smiles down at my prone position – he’s won.
Faith has taught me well, I climb to my feet and face that thing that has haunted my nightmares for years. I raise my head and look into his eyes, “Fuck you Angelus!” I make sure that my voice is firm and isn’t shaking with fear, Faith can’t save me now and I’m terrified but if I’m going to die – I’m sure as hell not going to be on my knees. “Death doesn’t scare me. In case you haven’t noticed we’re in hell already! So quit playing games and get it over with.”
Angel morphed back into his ‘human’ face and approaches me, tenderly he runs a hand across my cheek and leans in closer. I grit my teeth and look up at the moon focussing on it rather than on what was happening to me. Angels fangs grazed the tender skin of my throat and I fought the urge to scream. Keeping my eyes glued to the moon I think of Faith, think of how I will never see her again and how I will never get to tell her how I feel.
Angel whispers in my ear, “Your bravery is commendable Dawn but if I wanted you dead – you’d be dead already. No Kiddo you’re bait.” I tear my gaze back to his and see the terrible truth in his face, “I’m going to offer Faith a deal, her life for yours and we all know which she will choose.”
I finally screamed before something struck the side of my head, knocking me out cold.
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It was that laugh that dragged me back to consciousness; that evil, maniacal, insane laugh I had become familiar with in recent years and without opening my eyes I knew exactly where I was. This has been the scene of our hardest battles in recent years. We spend as much time as possible rescuing people from breeding camps, which are usually just heavily guarded holes in the ground covered with wire. They were kept as a food-source for vampires and other demons – the human race had been reduced to livestock.
This place was different.
This was the most feared of all of Angels ‘holding centres’ – all captured and suspect resistance members were brought here, this was primarily a huge torture chamber. Surrounded by high stone walls it made an almost impenetrable fortress, added to that it was guarded by the most fearsome demons that had came out of hell. After the last disastrous rescue attempt when Faith had lost almost her entire force and nearly her own life, it was decreed off-limits with no exceptions. I’m well aware that this includes me, I’m on my own.
But what makes this place worse is that a human runs it. A human I know quite well.
Amy Madison.
Maybe it was all those years spent as a rat that warped her mind but for whatever reason Amy is more brutal than most of the demons under Angels command. She was messed up all those years ago when she helped Willow down that path to self-destruction. Most humans only helped the demons because they were forced to but Amy and some others actually enjoyed it. I’ve seen some of her victims and know exactly what she is capable of and although I’ve been captured by demons before – this is the fist time I’ve been in the hands of a monster.
A monster that knows I’m awake and who is walking towards me.
I look around frantically trying to find a window – if I can’t see the moon I can’t cope with this.
The day after The Hellmouth opened (Faiths POV)
Wesley and I are at the kitchen table talking, he’s still uncomfortable with me being around but there are more important things to worry about. We’re in Angels hotel, Dawn and I came here straight from Sunny’D. The place is a wreck, granted I never saw it before today but Wesley has. It looks as though there was a big fight and everyone is gone. There’s blood everywhere I guess it’s just me now, Angel isn’t here and Buffy…
“Faith are you paying attention!?”
“Not really Wes. This is just a bit much to take in, one day I’m the worlds best hope against evil, the next I find out that there is someone else who does it even better and then I become evil. Then I’m in prison and no one would trust me to walk an old lady across the street and now I’m the worlds ONLY chance. How the hell am I supposed to….?”
“I understand that Faith, however I believe that we should stay here and make a stand.”
“No Wes! Do you realise how hard this place will be to defend….Angel couldn’t manage it. Demons are coming towards us from every side. My slayerness is attracting them like fucking catnip, we need to find somewhere defensible where I can keep Dawn safe.” Even though we are fighting we’re still keeping out voices low.
“But Faith your duty is to stay here.”
“And do what? I can’t win against these odds. We need to regroup and figure out a plan.”
Then the kid starts crying and calling out for B, she’s still asleep but I can’t let her attract any attention from the passing demons so I go over and wake her up. “Faith?”
“Mornin’ Kiddo, how you doing?”
“I’m scared Faith.” I don’t look at her for a moment because I’m terrified. I look out of the window it should have been sunrise an hour ago but the only light is coming from the numerous fires consuming L.A. Then the clouds part and the moon shines down onto my face. “Faith?” The kid is more scared that I haven’t answered her.
“Look up Kiddo, what do you see?”
“Only the moon.”
I take her into my arms ignoring Wesley although I don’t want him to hear this.
“When I was a kid my mom used to drink a lot, there was usually loads of shit happening at our house at night. I used to look at the moon and it would all go away, I wouldn’t feel what was happening to me – wouldn’t even be scared while I looked at the moon. It didn’t matter what happened to me because the moon would be back the next night and I wouldn’t be alone.”
“That’s not a good story Faith.”
“I know that Dawn. The point is that I still get scared and whenever I look at the moon it gives me courage. I spent every night in jail looking up at it.”
Dawn raised her head and stared up at the moon, peace slowly creeping over her features as she went back to sleep.
There would be no resistance for Angel, when I knew where I was going I ordered everyone into the caves – I didn’t want anyone else being taken prisoner.
I waited until Dawn was safely away before I made my move, by this time I was in the forest and had I gotten away I could have disappeared into the trees. Angel had been expecting this move and was waiting for it, the moment I moved his forces beat me to the floor and laid into me.
I felt ribs splinter and blood pour down my face, my leg was shattered – I wasn’t going anywhere. Dimly I heard Angel shout at them to stop before they killed me. And for the first time I was scared. If he wanted me alive, there was more going on than I had thought. More than him getting rid of an annoying Slayer, more than revenge, maybe he wanted to brainwash me into being on his side. Maybe he wanted to sacrifice me to some kind of demon or…
As I star to loose consciousness it all starts to make sense.
A sacred place…
The spell books that his followers were carrying…
Amy being here…
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9 Years Earlier – Boston
“Vampires find it easy to make most humans into one of them, although the older ones are usually rather selective in who they choose. However Witches can cast a spell that prevents them from being turned…are you listening to me Faith? You might not be The Slayer yet but this could save your life one day.”
Faith looked up at her Watcher, her motorcycle boots were resting on the table and she had been fiddling with her nails. She gave her customary smirk, “Yeah? I can take care of myself – your job is the book learnin’ and mine ain’t.”
Faiths Watcher sighed, “Isn’t there anything you want to ask me about the subject we have just covered?”
“Nah, I’m five-by-five…well maybe one thing…”
The older woman privately thanked whatever gods existed for this miracle – the child had shown some interest in something other than fighting or getting drunk. “Yes Faith?”
“What about Slayers? Cam they be turned? Has it ever happened? – ‘Cos that’d be a fuckin’ tough vampire!”
This time the sigh was audible; apparently miracles were too much to hope for after all. “Yes they can.” She watched for a change in faiths slightly bored expression but was unsurprised when none was forthcoming. “Slayers seem to carry a natural immunity but it can be done. There is a ritual that must be performed but the specifics are not known. It has happened – but only a handful of times. Considering the number of Slayers there have been, the fact that there are so few is merciful. I don’t know I there are any still around but it is possible.” She looked again for any emotion on the girls face but there was none. As far as Faith was concerned it didn’t affect her at all.
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Present Day
That conversation came back to haunt Faith as her prone semi-conscious body was carried towards the cliff. If she allowed this to happen, she would do more damage than she had all those years ago. All she had strived to become would be lost – as would The Rebellion. But what could she do – she was helpless.
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Dawn had gotten to the cliff before Angelus but was no nearer to freeing The Slayer. They would be here soon, she could hear them and she had no weapon. If she could find a way to free faith they might be able to get away . She had to try whatever the cost – but how?
Her eyes travelled around the clearing at the top of the cliff and she saw the sword – Faiths sword. She had teased The Slayer when she had kept the broadsword that she had taken from the body of a demon, told Faith that she was a Braveheart wannabe. Faith had obviously left the sword here when she came to get Dawn. It was sticking maybe two feet into the granite.
Dawn had been well trained in swordplay but the broadsword was far too large and heavy for her but she had no choice, it would have to do. Hearing them come closer she grabbed it with both hands and tried to pull t from the rock but it was stuck fast. For some inane reason she thought of the legend of King Arthur. She tried again frantically but to no avail. Angel was about to enter the clearing so she ran and hid in the bushes.
There was nothing she could do.
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Angel threw The Slayer to the ground. Faith bit her lip stifling the scream that threatened to erupt from her. The cliff edge was about ten feet from her. A demon with six arms began to help Amy prepare the ritual circle. Faith struggled to sit up and coughed blood onto the floor. “You know this won’t work dontcha?”
Angel smiled at her, “Why do you say that?”
“Every idiot knows that you can’t turn a Slayer. You are a fool.”
“Oh Contraire, my dear. I have the ritual…a sacred place to perform it and a witch to carry it out. By morning you will be one of us – you will be at my side and together we will destroy your resistance. Together we could rule the word. You wanted it once remember…that power, you could have it again.”
In her hiding place Dawn gasped. This was far worse than she expected. Without Faith things would have been bad enough but with her as a vampire…it would be over. Maybe everything was as useless as faith had once said. And this was all her fault. Buffy had died to protect her once and now Faith was doing the same. But this death would cause more pain and suffering than Buffys – the whole world would suffer. Faith was facing a face worse than death and it as all her fault.
Faith heard Dawns gas over the noise that the vampire was making – but this time she ignored it. The kid was on her own. There was more at stake now. “The ritual doesn’t work, it never has.”
“Is that what your Watcher told you Faith?” He laughed, “I have known two slayers who were turned, you will be no different.
It was at that point Faith knew the game was over. She now had no options left. She turned her face to the sky but the moon was covered by smoke. The vampire ordered everything’ away from the area – except Amy and Spike. They all waited some distance away.
The preparations were complete. As Amy began to chant Dawn noticed that everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.
Faith dragged air into her lungs and closed her eyes. She pictured her blonde counterpart in her mind, “B” she breathed, too low for anyone to hear, “I’m sorry, come back, they need you. No prayer for the dying, right?”
Ignoring the pain the brunette slayer rose to her feet, she hopped to the edge and turned giving Angelus the finger. “No.” Dawn whispered as Angel and Spike rush at Faith but were repelled by the barrier
For the second time in her life Faith threw herself backwards off of a precipice. But this time it was towards certain death.
The spell was broken moments after Faith hit the water far, far below.
“NOOOOOOO!” Dawn screamed in anger and grief running towards where Faith had been, as the vampires looked down at her lifeless body floating facedown in the sea. Dawns headlong rush ad brought her back to the sword – without hesitation or effort she pulled it from the bedrock. It gave with an almighty screech that echoed her rage.
Dawn swung the sword at the startled group, Amy was wounded. One swing removed Angels arm and Spikes head, she watched as the vampire she had one thought she loved crumbled into dust. Before turning back to Angelus, she wanted to make him suffer for what he had done to Faith. She reared back for the killing blow but caught sight of Faiths body.
She turned and ran towards the cliff path, towards Faith
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