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Post by faith4buffy555 on May 21, 2007 22:49:49 GMT 1
INFECTION A Faith/Buffy FanFic NOTE-Parts One And Two I Wrote A Long Time Ago, They're Not That Good Of Writing Part OneFaith willingly slammed the demon’s face into the side of the mausoleum wall. “Not so tough now, huh?” She shouted as she kneed him in the gut. The demon keeled over in pain. She took the small knife out of her waistband in the back and stabbed him with it. “Now you’re nothing.” The demon fell on the ground, yellow blood pouring from its gut. She looked the demon over. Its skin was just like a human‘s, but with green coloring. Four small horns protruded from its head, two on each side. Its legs were short, compared to its tail. And it had pointed ears, kind of like an elf would have. “I suppose I should bury you huh?” she remarked as she grabbed its arm, and began to drag it towards an empty space near the edge of the graveyard. She grabbed the shovel stuck in a fresh grave and began to dig a new one for the demon she had just killed. The burial was over quickly. Faith put the shovel back where she had found it and looked down at her hands, they were covered with the yellow blood. “Gross. First night back, and I already look like nuts.” Faith headed to her motel. Yup, the one she stayed in when she first came to Sunnydale. She opened the door and looked around the room. So many memories came back, and she looked down. Surprising, the only room available was the same one as three years ago. Faith stepped inside and sat on the bed. She shook her head as she laid down. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep. ***** When Faith woke up, her body felt like it was on fire. Her face was contorted in pain. She quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. She jumped in the shower and turned it on as cold as possible. Removing her clothes, she let the cold water run over her. “What the hell is happening to me?” she mumbled to herself. Slowly, the burning sensation subsided. She knew that she needed help, and she knew that she truly had no one to turn to. Faith stood up and sighed, realizing that she was alone in whatever was happening. ***** Faith walked through the graveyard, hoping for some action. When she passed a mausoleum, the same one as the night before, she spun around as she heard a faint noise. It sounded as if someone was crying out in pain. She ran towards the noise, past some graves and trees. When she reached it, she saw Buffy twisting the wrist of a vampire. Faith took a step back, and hid behind a mausoleum. Wanting to see what was going on, she scaled the side of its wall and stood on top of it, looking down. Buffy twisted the vamp’s wrist a little more and then staked it. She brushed the ash off her pants and looked around. Faith knew that Buffy sensed someone was there, so she didn’t come forward. Faith looked down at Buffy, and as she did, she became increasingly dizzy. She put her hand to her head and blacked out, falling off the mausoleum. Buffy spun around, hearing the fall. She looked at the body and recognized it immediately. “Faith...” she whispered to herself. She kneeled next to Faith and looked the brunette over. She’d changed, and Buffy herself had changed. Faith woke up within moments and jumped up instantaneously. But she didn’t say anything, just anticipated the whiplash to come from Buffy. But all Buffy did was slowly stand up. “Faith...you’re back,” Buffy remarked, unsure of what to say to the brunette. “Yeah. I got out on parole,” Faith replied looking down. “Are you-” Buffy began to say, but Faith cut her off. “-Sane? Yeah.” “I was gonna ask if you were OK. I mean, you did fall off a crypt and all.” “I’m fine,” Faith replied. She put her hand to her head, feeling dizzy again. She passed out, and just before she hit the ground, Buffy caught her. She sighed, looking around. ***** When Faith woke, she was in the same spot. She looked up to find Buffy looking back down at her, and her in Buffy’s arms. “How long was I out?” she asked. Buffy shrugged. “Ten minutes tops.” Faith shook her head. She stood up and stepped away from Buffy. Looking down at her, she replied, “Listen B, just forget I was here, k?” Now it was Buffy’s turn to stand up. “You went to prison Faith.” “What’s your point?” Faith asked defensively. “My point is, you started cleaning up that mess. Do you want to help make it spotless?” Faith looked at Buffy. “Huh?” “Do you want to finish redemption?” “Well...yeah.” Buffy held her hand out to Faith. “Then come on.” With that, Faith started walking out the graveyard. However, she did not take Buffy’s hand. “Please B, when have I ever been the one to hold hands.” She smirked as Buffy followed her.
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Post by faith4buffy555 on May 21, 2007 22:51:53 GMT 1
Part Two The walk was pretty much silent, until Faith turned to Buffy and asked, “Where are we going B?” Buffy, who was a few steps ahead, looked back at her.
“My place.” At that, Faith stopped in her tracks.
“No.” She started walking in the other direction. Buffy turned around completely.
“What?”
“I’m not going there B. I can’t...face them.”
“Wh-” Buffy started, but then she realized what was going on. “Oh...”
Faith started to walk in the other direction, and without looking back said, “I’m sorry B.” She continued to walk, leaving Buffy behind. But then she keeled over and screamed. Her body felt like it was on fire again. “Help!” Buffy ran over to Faith and knelt down beside her. “It burns B...” Faith cried. Her body started to wrack due to the sobbing. Buffy hugged Faith.
“Shh...it’s gonna be ok.” She attempted to pick up Faith in her arms, and carry her. Thankfully, it worked, and she was able to carry Faith, who was still sobbing, to her house. She was unable to open the door, however. She couldn’t even get her hand free. “Willow! Please open the door! I need your help!” Within moments, Willow answered the door.
“Oh my God,” she said. She was not expecting to see Faith, ever again.
“Please help her, Will. She needs us.” Willow stepped aside and Buffy carried Faith in. She laid Faith on the couch. The crying had stopped because she was passed out, and she was so pale. “Do you have anything we can do? Spells?” Buffy asked, distressed. Willow shook her head.
“We really can’t do anything until we know what’s happening. Um...I’m gonna try to look some stuff up. It’s gotta be something abnormal, slayers usually don’t get sick like this right?” Buffy nodded.
“She said she felt like she was burning...”
“Anything else?”
“I’m not sure. She passed out.” Willow nodded, walking over to the staircase.
“I’m gonna go look it up on my laptop upstairs. Listen, you know how I feel about Faith, I don’t trust her.”
“I know,” Buffy replied. With that, Willow walked up the stairs. Buffy looked down at Faith. “What’s happening to you?” she whispered. She felt like she had to help Faith, despite what had happened in their past. ***** Buffy had drifted off to sleep, her head resting against the couch. When she woke, she looked behind her, and discovered that Faith was not on the couch. “Faith?” she asked, looking around. Willow came down the stairs.
“No luck,” she told Buffy. She had pulled almost an all-nighter, falling asleep only three hours ago. She looked around and noticed the absence in the room. “Where is she?” Buffy shook her head.
“I wish I knew. I woke up and she was gone.”
“I’d hate to say this but I-”
“I know,” Buffy cut her off. “I’m gonna go find her.” Without waiting for Willow to respond, Buffy grabbed her jacket and walked out the door. ***** Buffy had ended up going to Faith’s motel room, hoping that she would be there. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
“Faith? It’s Buffy.” Still no answer. So, Buffy opened the door, which was thankfully unlocked. Not the she couldn’t break the lock, she just didn’t want to. Buffy stepped inside the motel room, and heard crying coming from the bathroom. “Faith?” she asked out, almost in a whisper.
“Go away!” Faith shouted from behind the bathroom door. Buffy approached it, and put her hand on the doorknob. Slowly, she opened and saw Faith, looking in the mirror. She had four small horns protruding from her forehead, and her ears were pointed at the tips. And she was sobbing, so hard.
“Faith...what-” she was cut off by Faith.
“I think I know why I was sick,” she said, looking at Buffy. “Look at me.” She looked down, and wiped her tears.
“It’s gonna be ok.”
“No it’s not B! Look at me, I’m a fucking demon.” She brushed passed Buffy and went over to her bed. She sat down as Buffy followed after her.
“You were infected by a demon,” Buffy told her, putting together the pieces. An aspect of the demon, Buffy had remembered after being infected by the telepathic demon. But in this case, it was the horns and ears. Faith looked up at her.
“A few days back, when I first got here, I fought this demon. He had the four horns, the pointy ears, a tail, and green skin. Looks like I got two of the above.”
“His blood got on you, right?” Faith nodded and looked back down.
“What am I gonna do Buffy?” she asked. Buffy sat down on the bed next to her and put her hand on Faith’s back.
“You used my full name,” she commented. That signified that Faith really thought she was in trouble; she never called Buffy by her full name. “I don’t know...” she answered Faith’s question.
“I can’t go outside. I mean how am I gonna hide these,” Faith replied, pointing to the horns.
“A hat?” Buffy offered. Faith laughed slightly.
“I’m not that much of a girl to wear hats...”
“Well, if you ever wanna see the sun again, you might want to.” Faith smiled.
“Thanks, B.”
“For what?” Buffy asked. She was confused as to why Faith was thanking her. She didn’t do anything.
“Not running. Helping me.” Faith looked up at her and slightly smiled. “For keeping me from not running.” Buffy smiled back.
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Post by faith4buffy555 on May 21, 2007 23:19:06 GMT 1
Part Three Author’s notes-I’ve gotten more writing experience since I started this fic, hence the slightly different style than in the first two parts.
Faith and Buffy walked slowly through the streets of Sunnydale, heading in the direction of Buffy’s house. They had decided that sooner or later, Faith would have to face the gang, have to apologize. It would be an incredibly hard thing to do, and Faith knew that. But Buffy convinced her to face the music, so to speak. And at least, even though it was light out, there was no one really outside, it being the hour where nothing was going on.
Arriving at the door to Buffy’s home, Faith stopped, turning so that she was directly facing Buffy. “What the hell am I supposed to say to them?” She had no clue what to do in this situation. Faith had already been one to avoid direct emotional conflict, taking the easy way out and fighting.
Buffy shrugged in response, had she not been in a situation as conflicting as this. “I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “I guess sorry.” She had once told Faith never to say ‘sorry’, or she would beat her to death. That wasn’t the case anymore, and she hoped Faith knew that.
“Ok...” Faith muttered. This was a situation where ‘sorry’ wouldn’t work, at least it was that way as far as she was concerned. Hell, prison hardly worked. It convinced Buffy that she truly was sorry, but what about the rest of the group. Were they still resentful? Did they still wish she was gone?
Buffy took Faith’s quiet words as an invitation to open the door, and did so. She stepped inside, slowly followed by Faith. “Willow?” she announced, looking around. And as if she had been waiting for her cue, Willow walked down the stairs, shortly followed by Tara.
“Buffy, did you find here?” she asked. But the answer soon became apparent as Faith entered her line of view. “Oh...I guess you did,” she said quietly, so quiet that Faith and Buffy wouldn’t have heard without the slayer powers. Both of the slayers could tell that she was disappointed, Willow never wishing to see Faith again. But Buffy wanted to help Faith, as inconceivable as that was.
Buffy looked back and forth between everyone. The whole house was here, except for Dawn that is. But Buffy could hear the blaring music upstairs, and knew that Dawn was up there listening, so she didn’t worry. The tension within the room couldn’t be cut with a knife it was so strong. Faith was scared to say anything, because she knew that Willow hated her.
But then something happened, which didn’t make sense towards anyone. Tara stepped toward Faith slowly, and Faith wanted to cower away. But Faith didn’t move, only looked towards the floor, and back into the witch’s eyes. When she was in Buffy’s body, Faith had said some pretty mean things towards the girl, about her relationship with Willow.
“Are you sorry for what you said to me?” she projected into Faith’s mind, so that nobody else would hear. This was between her and Faith, and maybe Faith would answer if she knew that no one else could hear what she had to say.
Rather than saying anything at all, Faith nodded, her eyes still focused on the ground. She was sorry for everything, for what she had said to Tara, for hurting everyone that she had hurt. Tara, knowing this was true, pulled Faith into a hug. This is what shocked everyone, even Faith. But slowly, shock subsiding, she hugged Tara back. They stood there for a brief moment, and then Tara pulled away, turning to face everyone.
She moved to Willow, taking her hand in her own. “She’s truly sorry,” she whispered, although Faith and Buffy could hear due to slayer powers. “Maybe...you should give her a chance...” But Willow wasn’t sure, she wasn’t sure how to treat Faith. Buffy apparently trusted her, and so did Tara.
Willow stepped up to Faith, resolve plastered all over her features. “Are you?” she asked, loud enough so that everyone could hear. Faith nodded, but that was not enough for Willow. “If you are, then say it.” She needed to hear it to believe it. A simple nod was in total avoidance of answering as far as she was concerned. But Faith did not respond. As much as she wanted them to, the words would not form in her mouth. Willow shook her head, and began to walk away.
“Will please,” Buffy said, pleading for her friend not to give up on Faith. It was easy to tell that Faith wanted to apologize but couldn’t. It’s impossible to truly apologize for what she did, because it was so much. Buffy stepped up to Faith, looking in her eyes, letting her know that it was okay. Faith was humiliated, had been reduced to nothing in that moment.
“I’m sorry,” she said, loud enough that Willow could hear as she walked away. The sudden burst of words from the slayer was enough to turn Willow around. She was speechless, in shock that Faith actually said it. And it was so easy to tell that the slayer meant it. So Willow nodding in response, accepting the apology on the surface. She walked into the kitchen, and knew that she would certainly have to think about this later.
And Tara followed Willow, naturally as she was her love. And Buffy remained with Faith, just standing there, looking into the slayer’s deep eyes. She was caught in those eyes, so fill with regret and at the same time compassion. So caught, that she didn’t hear the music turn off upstairs. Faith was caught as well, returning the stare.
But the stare was broke apart at the hurried steps of Dawn, running down the stairs to see what on earth had just been going on. The Key stopped in her tracks at the site of Faith, but then eagerly continued and gave her a giant hug. Reluctantly at first, Faith returned the hug. She realized that Dawn was too little back then to fully realize what she had done, explaining Dawn’s happiness. Dawn was like a kid sister to Faith, and the slayer was glad to see her again. “Good to see you squirt.”
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Post by faith4buffy555 on Aug 19, 2007 22:48:54 GMT 1
Part Four One more part to go!
Not too long after seeing Dawn again, Faith was laying on Buffy’s bed, looking up at the ceiling. Buffy had offered her the bed, saying that she would take the floor. It was too much, Faith thought, so she opted that they shared the bed, it was big enough for the both of them. And to her shock, Buffy agreed to do so. So here Faith was, just laying there as Buffy changed in the bath room.
There was so much to think about, so much had happened since she returned to Sunnydale. First off, she had been infected by a demon, which was a lot to handle. She had these horns on her head that she didn’t know how to handle. And now here she was, in Buffy’s house, perhaps the least expected part of it all. She never expected Buffy to trust her again, not after the betrayal that she put the slayer through.
And there were all of these feelings that Faith didn’t really know how to deal with either. They were like the ones she had felt when she first came to Sunnydale and befriended Buffy. But she had been with Angel then, so Faith couldn’t really do anything about them. It was really that which sent her to the mayor, and eventually led her down the spiraling path that ended her up in LA, begging for Angel to kill her. But like then, Faith didn’t know how to handle these feelings.
As Faith was trying to process everything in her head, Buffy walked into the room. “Hey,” she said to Faith, moving over to the bed. “Everything alright?” She seemed genuinely concerned, like she had since Faith was infected by that demon. And the thing was, Faith believed that she did truly care, despite that she knew she shouldn‘t. There would be no way Buffy could trust her after what she did.
“Five by five,” she responded, using her classic phrase that masked whatever she was really feeling. All her life Faith had never been one to show emotions, she had to build up walls to keep people from getting to her. So, when faced with the question of how she was, she always responded the same way. It was just easier that way, although there were some moments where she did end up revealing her feelings, the week points of her life.
“I know that’s not true.” Buffy didn’t think she knew much about Faith, because Faith rarely ever did open up. However, she did know that Faith rarely ever actually meant she was okay when she said that. And that especially applied in this moment, because of the tone of Faith’s voice, something had to be wrong.
“Fine,” Faith said, looking over at Buffy as she sat down on the bed. “I’m just trying to process everything. I mean I gave these horns ‘cause I was infected by a demon. Hell I didn’t even know that could happen.” But there was more than Faith said, and Buffy knew it, giving her a doubting look. Faith sighed, knowing that Buffy did expect more out of her. She looked up at the ceiling, not able to look at Buffy when she continues. “I’m feeling all these feelings, I don’t know how to handle them.”
Buffy lay down next to Faith and rolled on her side to look at her. “What kinds of feelings?” she asked, thinking that maybe she could help Faith sort things out if she knew more of what was going on. But if Faith didn’t answer, she wasn’t going to push her to talk.
“I don’t know,” Faith responded after a pause, still not able to look at Buffy. Buffy had no idea that the feelings Faith spoke about were for her, and Faith didn’t know what to do. Should she tell Buffy that she thought she loved her? How would Buffy react? Taking a breath, Faith continued. “I think I’m in love with someone. I mean I’ve felt these feelings before, but I couldn’t do anything about them even if I wanted to.”
“Why not?” Buffy asked, and Faith realized that she was totally oblivious to who she was talking about. “I think if you love someone, you should act on it.” They were words that Buffy had trouble listening to herself, but she did believe in them.
Without saying anything, Faith rolled over on her side and turned to face Buffy. She kissed her quickly, and then pulled back, not giving Buffy a chance to say or do anything. “Because it’s you. I love you1” She hadn’t meant for it to come out as a shout, but it ended up that way in her frustration. But there was no way she would stay there, not after what just happened. Before Buffy could say anything, Faith turned and left the room, and then ran out the front door. And in her leaving, she never looked back, otherwise she would have noticed Buffy following after her to the door. But by the time Buffy reached the door, Faith was already gone.
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Post by faith4buffy555 on Aug 23, 2007 19:35:45 GMT 1
PART FIVE-FINAL Authors Notes-This Final part is shorter than I imagined, and is a lot deeper writing that I usually use. But I think that it ended like I would have wanted when I first began this story.
It always happened such that when Faith ran away, she ran back to her old motel room. It was just that there was so much history there, and even though the history wasn’t always good, the room had always been Faith’s haven. She went there after having left Buffy’s place. It was weakness, she shouldn’t have done that, she shouldn’t have kissed Buffy.
But what else was Faith supposed to do? She was feeling so much for Buffy, all of these confusing feelings that she had interpreted to be love. Buffy wouldn’t stop asking questions, she was the curious type. So, frustrated by these feelings, Faith kissed her and now all Faith could think of was her.
There was a knock at Faith’s door, about an hour after Faith had left the house. But she didn’t answer it, for the sheer fear that it was Buffy, come to freak out on her. It was what she expected from Buffy, because of their history together. About three years ago Faith had tried to kill Buffy, for the same reason that she had kissed her back in the house.
Then the door opened, and the one person that Faith was dreading yet wanting the same time walked though the door. “I’m not supposed to have these feelings,” Buffy said, looking down at the ground as she shut the door behind her. Faith watched her every move, just waiting in a deep anticipation, waiting for something defining to happen.
Faith was surprised though, by what Buffy had said. The mere thought that Buffy could ever return her feelings had seemed entirely unthinkable what so ever. Everything seemed surreal, now more than it had ever had. Faith found herself unable to say anything, but rather she stood up off her bed. It was like everything was in slow motion as Faith moved over to Buffy, standing in from of her, their body’s inches apart.
“I’m not supposed to love you,” Buffy whispered, her voice quiet as she moved even closer to Faith. It couldn’t be told who started the kiss, but the next thing either of them felt was the light brushes of each other’s lips, soon growing deeper and more passionate. And within brief moments that seemed never ending, the two were together on the bed, bodies in active exertion. They had become one, bodies intertwined as they professed their love without the use of words.
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