herself_nyc (herself_nyc) wrote in herself_nyc_fic, @ 2007-09-09 19:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | s/b fic, the proper slayer |
Fic: THE PROPER SLAYER (pt 12 of ?)
As this part excellently illustrates, I've lost all control of this story, and it's become just completely off-the-top-of-my-head weird. That's the disclaimer, folks. Don't expect this to make very much damn sense from here on out.
Previously ....
At the door, Faith paused. "If I was you, I wouldn't see him anymore out in the boneyards like you didyour friends might get wise. They were out looking for you tonight too. They keep talking about how you're never around anymore."
Oh God. Before Buffy could come up with another excuse, plea, expression of gratitude, her mother's alarm clock was going off, its noise muffled through the closed door, and Faith was gone into her own room with a click of the latch.
The phone ringing on the bedstand woke him from a luscious blood-soaked dream, in which his fangs were sunk deep in hot yielding flesh. His first instinct was to ignore it. Ringing phones were never for Dru and him. Sometimes she'd answer a victim's phone, talk nonsense to the confused or outraged twat on the other end, maybe sing a song down the line, but he always discouraged it. Could lead to the arrival of police, who had a way of rushing a party.
But this ringing went on and on, and when he picked it up, the silence on the other end told him it was her.
He heard her breathing. Heard her struggling with herself. Irritationstubborn little cunt she was, always, always!mixed with tenderness that thickened his throat. He sat up, scratching his head.
"You all right, Slayer?"
" ... no."
It must've been around four; he'd gone to sleep on the hope that she'd turn up again in the late afternoon, when she'd done with school, and climb into bed with him again, smelling like teen-girl shampoo and power and her persistant simmering desire.
He didn't know how to talk to her on the damn phone.
"Get over here, then, an' I'll look after you."
"I'm not coming there any more. Spike, listen to me. Faith knows about us. You have to go. I'm serious."
She'd been serious all the previous times she'd told him to leave, and he wasn't going to take that any more seriously than the others. So the other slayer was on to her? So what? If she came after him he'd do for her, lickety-splitthere wasn't going to be any weird unexplainable x-factor with this other girl to make him hesitate. End of story. But he wouldn't leave her. He couldn't imagine an existance anymore without her.
"An' what'll you be stayin' for?"
"Please, I can't go over this again. It's too hard."
"You sit tight 'til tonight an' I'll come round an' collect you in the car. We'll be in Mexico by mornin'. There's demon's aplenty for you to exercise yourself on, in Mexico. I'll keep you up to scratch, I'll have a whip-hand like a fuckin' proper Watcher, you'll see."
A high nervous giggle sounded down the line. Then more silence.
"Love ... come over here. Lemme see you. Can't talk this way."
"I can't do this again. I can't bear it. Don't you understand?"
"Know you love me. Know there's nothing else matters."
"Well, I don't know it! What happened with Angel ... about killed me. And then in New York, when we ... all the time we were together doing ... what we did ... it couldn't last, it wasn't meant to, it was crazy. You were using me to lose your soul and when it worked"
"You didn't know, did you? You didn't know it happened, and was me who was an idjit sendin' you away."
"I can't go through this twice. Do you have any idea how much this hurts?"
"Told you I wasn't like him. An' I'm not, am I? Love you the same with or without this bloody soul. What is it? Near's I can figure, it's just a lot of hop-la 'bout guilt an' recrimination that does nobody any good at all. Told you I'm off the sauce an' that's all there is to it. Why can't you see that?"
"I can't trust you. Not anymore. You think you're just the same, but you're not. When you had your soul ... What? Yeah. I'll be right there. Listen, they're calling me. I have to go. I'm on the payphone at school."
"You know you're gonna tear your pretty heart out if you do this. For no good reason! Buffy, wait"
The line went dead.
An' round an' round we go. Havin' the same argument over an' over.
In the bathroom, he splashed his face with cold water. What, he wondered, would she be like as a vampire? He'd never thought about it before, except to dismiss it in the same unanalytical way he rejected anything rotten. Anything that was good once but now was decayed and revolting. Buffy Summers turned wouldn't be Buffy Summers anymore.
"Why? Why do I do this? Always fucked up over a woman? Why can't I be a bloody loner?"
Two hours went by. Three. No Buffy. He went to her house, saw Joyce inside the lighted kitchen, but no slayer. Went by the Bronze, but didn't go inwouldn't do for any of her silly little pals to spot him. Stopped in at Willy's for a drink, to wait for it to be late enough for him to feed. At the hour when most of the bars shut, he went on the prowl. Half hoping she'd turn up to intervene, but there was no sign of her, or the other one, and he left his victim lying limp and alive by a dumpster. Circled back to Revello, where her house was dark now.
Then he was slammed face-first against a tree, arm jammed up his back until he cried out.
"What is it about B? I mean, how come vampires never fall all over themselves for me?"
"Guess the undead also prefer blondes."
"She said you were leaving town. Figured what she wasn't telling me was that she was going with you."
"Wasn't telling me either."
She eased up, he turned. Faith's eyes glittered; she gave him a frank once-over. "Gotta say, she does know how to pick 'em."
Spike stretched his arm. The muscle howled, and he'd have liked to howl too, and get into a real take-down with this one. She was pure slayeroh, nothing like her, like his, but all juicy and potent and fairly gagging for it.
Love made things too complicated. Took away all his fun.
"So she's not planning to run away with you? Or are you just lying to me because that's what vampires do?"
"Not worth lyin' to you. She told me you knew our business."
Faith shrugged. "I wouldn't mind if you took her away. This is all supposed to be mine. The hellmouth, I mean."
Here was a slayer with a different sort of attitude.
"Would if I could."
"Yeah, well. She'll be back soon. Her friends were feelin' all bummed out because they've drifted apart and yadda yadda yadda so they made her go over to Willow's for a big hair-braiding session. I was there but I got bored."
"Was she bored?"
Faith's eyebrow lifted. "She didn't dare walk out. But I'm gonna guess all she was thinkin' about all night was you. What's the matter with you, anyway?"
"Nothin' the matter with me. Kick it an' see."
"Whoa-ho! I've been warned! Hands off B's personal vamp. Just wanta know how this works, vamp makin' the love connection."
"Got fuck-all to do with bein' a vampire, an' if I knew how it worked I'd be able to turn it off an' go my merry way."
"So you're both miserable. Good to know."
"Like the song says, kid, love hurts."
"That's pretty much what I figured."
She left him then. He stayed put in the shadows along the side of the house, smoking and smouldering and watching the moon, until the the faint smell of microwave popcorn and Coca Cola alerted him to her approach. She came into his arms without a hesitation, without a word, just a low moan in her throat as she grappled his shoulders, buried her face in his neck.
After a little while she whispered, "I was afraid you'd have really gone."
"You're startin' to piss me off with this push-me-pull-you shite. You stripped away all I had an' all I was an' now it's just you, Miss Anne, you for me. How can you treat me like this?"
Startled, she pulled back and looked at him, her eyes glistening in the moonlight, her mouth a succulent little O.
It hurt, withdrawing his embrace. Hurt to speak that way to her and see how his anger made her gape. But he couldn't hold it in.
"I'm not your bloody yo-yo."
"I ... I don't know how to work this."
"Then let me work it."
"Don't ... you can't ... you'd better not try to clock me and kidnap me."
"All right, will go to Plan B, then." He drew her in again, all warm and just slightly sweaty, in beneath the flaps of his coat. "D'you trust me, Slayer?"
"I'm supposed to say no."
"I'll think on it. Meanwhile, gonna take you back to mine an' give you the fuck you so richly deserve."
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