Faith Lehane is crude but effective (faithinthedark) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-16 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | closed, faith lehane, narrative |
WHO: Faith Lehane (CLOSED; narrative)
WHAT: She's breaking
WHEN: A few days after she was brought back- Thursday night, late.
WHERE: A dingy backroom of a dingier club.
RATING: PG13 for drug references.
STATUS: COMPLETE
Her life had become a routine. Laugh, joke, pretend she was ok. Smart alec quips about how she'd been dead for weeks that no one else found funny, girl's nights she wasn't that into. Drinks with Kyle had been fun, and had made her forget for a little while, but still, it was an act and Faith was becoming good at it. But once she was alone in her room again it would hit her all over again, the memory of Sam shooting her and the peace that had followed when she was finally dead and finished. If she was brutally honest she wasn't sure what she was more hurt about, the dying or the coming back.
She'd gone looking for Deacon Frost, the craving for the sarcastic vampire getting too strong to ignore. But it seemed he had gone. She hated to admit it but she missed him. Or missed his bite. Or maybe screwing him. She wasn't going to look too deeply into that.
In her hunt she'd come across a club, a new place with a familiar scene, one which made the older bite on her neck ache. An Orpheus den. Injecting the humans and then the vamps fed. The first time she'd found it she'd turned and walked away. But as the days dragged on, and the craving for Deacon grew she found herself going back there, night after night, hearing the memories of her last time on Orpheus in her mind.
"She did it to herself"
Wesley.
"They shoot up, the vampires feed. Use them like a filter. I've read the effects can be quite intoxicating. For both of them.
He hadn't been wrong about that.
"Wesley, I know what that drug does to people"
Lorne, his voice had filtered through her dreams to her.
"Especially when they super size the dose to make sure they really get the job done. And you damn well know it too."
"Mystical variety.. humans inject it, vampires feed of the humans...it's an enchanted drug.. serious psychic psychedelia... And the more you take, the deeper you sink."
"It leads you down to hell."
Wesley again.
"And leaves you there."
No Wes, you were wrong about that part. Faith shook her head as she walked into the club, brushing her way through to the room at the back without looking at anyone and slamming some cash down on the table.
It makes you fly. It gives some semblance of peace.
Her hand shook slightly as she took the drug and looked up, meeting the vampire's gaze for the first time. He leered at her and licked his lips as she rolled up her sleeve, tying the rubber tubing around her upper arm and flexing to make her veins stand out. It was a rarely used habit, but she found the vein easily enough, her hand suddenly still and calm again as she pressed the needle in and pressed the plunger, injecting the drug into her body. The vampire slipped his arms around her, tugging her back on top of him on a pile of cushions as he brushed her hair away from her neck. She tilted her head obediently and bit back a gasp as his fangs punctured her neck. The rush was intense and as her head started to spin she didn't fight it, letting herself fall into the sweet oblivion.