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She Sends Kisses	By : Prophecy Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 3032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Eight: Funeral of a Good Girl

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Well maybe I'm going crazy, but

You be the kid and I'll be the candy store.

Take me down, baby.

- Bif Naked, 'Funeral of a Good Grrl'

I sleep until the loud buzzer wakes me, and I bury my face deeper in the pillow. I'm exhausted and I don't wanna move, don't wanna deal with this day. I roll over slowly, stretching, and before I can finish my yawn, I hit the floor on my back like a sack of anvils.

It takes me a minute to realize that I was asleep on the top bunk, and then last night comes crashing down on me, and I open my eyes, expecting little Miss Bitchy-Pants to be snoozing away, but her (my!) bed is empty. I tilt my head up and she's in the corner, sorting through the shit she dumped there last night.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," I say sarcastically, but she doesn't even glance back at me.

Okay, now I'm pissed. I stand up and grab at her arm, fully intending to make her listen. She makes a weird noise the minute I touch her, kind of like a cross between a growl and a gasp, and wrenches her arm away from me.

I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms and staring at her. At least she's looking directly at me for a change, instead of through me. We stare at each other for probably a full minute before she reaches out and grabs me by the throat, lifting me off the ground.

"What the fuck, B?" I yell, but she just holds on tighter, and breathing starts to become a little bit of an issue. "Put me down before you fuckin' kill me, you crazy bitch!" I kick out at her and manage to catch her in the knee, and her grasp loosens a little.

I choke a little and try to pry her fingers off my neck. Suddenly, it's like she realizes what she's doing, and she drops me to the floor unceremoniously. I glare at up at her, rubbing my throat which is definitely gonna bruise.

She looks back at me, and just says quietly, "Don't ever touch me again."

I cough. "Yeah, great, whatever. I didn't realize touching was a chokeable offense. You could've almost-killed me again."

Her eyes narrow and she leans down, putting her face right in mine. "Trust me, Faith. Next time it won't be 'almost'. Just 'cause we're stuck in this cell together doesn't mean we're gonna be buddies all of a sudden."

I snort, pushing myself up off the floor and leaning toward her, making it obvious that I've got a good three inches on her. "You don't get to look down on me anymore. You're just as guilty of murder as I am."

Her lips curve into a sharp smile, her voice low. "I'll always be able to look down on you, Faith. That's one of the perks of being a better person than you."

"Murder's murder," I snap. "Doesn't matter whether it's an accident or on purpose."

She shrugs, still smiling as she tosses the last of her shit onto what passes for a shelf here. "Law says it matters. That's why I'll be out in ten years, and you'll be shoveling coal in hell before you ever see daylight again."

"Oh, fuck you," I answer lamely.

She smirks a little. "Not in your wildest dreams."

I turn my back, watching for the guard to come let us out for a shower and breakfast.

"What's the matter Faith? You can dish it, but you can't take it?" I don't respond, but I feel my whole body go tense with fury. "Aw, did I hurt the psycho killer's delicate little feelings?"

I whip my head around. "Listen, bitch, in a second here, this killer's gonna go psycho and strangle you with a pillowcase if you don't shut your fucking mouth!"

She just laughs, a hard, nasty laugh. "I'd like to see you try."

I glare at her before turning around again, moving closer to the bars. If they don't let us out soon, there's definitely gonna be some blood, and right now I don't really give a shit whose. At least now I know why they stuck her with me. She probably failed their psych evaluation, too. She's sitting on the bottom bunk, still chuckling.

God, I miss being ignored.
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