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Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-20 08:31:00

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arrival, complete, day 4, faith lehane, lestat de lioncourt

Who: Faith and Lestat
What: The arrival of Faith Lehane to Mirage
Where: Halfway between the stables and the mountains nearby.
When: Day 4, just after dusk
Rating: Oh, damn it. NC-17, let's just change it to that and leave it there.
Status: Complete

Darkness was falling on the deceptively quiet town of Sunnydale, but the brunette had no intention of slowing down anytime soon. She was here to teach her fellow Slayer, Buffy, an important lesson about what it really was to be what essentially was a professional killer. In Faith's opinion, if you were going to have a job like that? You needed a definate sense of humor, and the blonde was very much lacking that particular trait, at times. It really was time for Buffy to 'find the fun'.

Faith had been delighted when the pretty Slayer had accepted her challenge. They always did things Buffy's way, which while it worked, was boring as hell. It was time for them to do things Faith's way, the fun way. And, as could have been predicted, it was quite the day. She was growing to like her fellow Slayer much more than she would have thought possible. She was growing less uptight by the minute, and it was wonderful to see.

The first real test of this was when Faith broke into a weapons shop and started taking their stock. After all, it was nearing dark, and all sorts of things come out to play in the night in Sunnydale. They needed to be armed. The fact that it was fun to break into the store was completely extra, although a nice little perk. Buffy, surprisingly, went along with it, and soon both girls were armed to the teeth.

Then, it was back to the streets. Faith was looking for trouble, there could be no doubt about that. Of course, that was sort of her natural state, so it wasn't really unusual. Hell, trouble was going to find her, anyways! She might as well beat it to the punch. They wandered for a long time, Faith leading, Buffy slightly behind her. A nearly-dark ally ahead beckoned, and the brunette laughed and turned down it.

"There's gotta be something down here!"

A flash of movement, and someone lunging towards her, had her raise her stake high. She didn't have time to see much, and was quickly lost in the red waves of her battle lust. As Buffy screamed at her to stop, Faith didn't even think twice. Her arm descended, and the wooden stake plunged right into the heart of her opponant. He fell against the nearby dumpster, looking at her in the fading light of the day. The last rays of sunshine touched his face.

She only had a moment in which to think, and her mind was whirling. Two facts stood out in her mind. One, was that it was much too early for vampires to be out and about. The second, of course, was that the person she had stabbed stubbornly showed no signs of turning into a puff of dust. He wasn't a....

Before her over-excited mind could finish that thought, as she was still staring blankly at the corpse, everything changed. Suddenly, right under her feet, a strange black hole literally opened up beneath her feet. Even in her shocked state, she could appreciate the humor in that. How many times had people wished for just that to happen? Then, right before the horrified eyes of her fellow Slayer, she was sucked in.

A brief moment in which she felt like she had been turned inside out, and then the whole process reversed, and then she fell to the ground from about ten feet in the air. Her enhanced reflexes kicked in, and she landed on her feet. Her hand still clutched the stake, which was covered in blood. Vampires didn't bleed, not when you stabbed them like that. They turned to dust.

She shook her head, knowing that she couldn't deal with this right now. Something had happened, something much more important to her immediately than the fact that she was, now, officially, a murderer. There was literally blood on her hands. But, more importantly than that, her senses were telling her that someone was nearby, someone she should be cautious of. So, she waited. Whoever it was, they would have to reveal themselves sooner or later. And Faith, well, she suddenly had some aggression to take out. If the person wanted to fight, she was ready. Sure, she was slightly in shock, but she wouldn't let that get in the way. Dark, slightly crazed eyes scanned the place, noticing buildings nearby, and not so far off, there were some low, rolling mountains.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

She was now, in more ways than one, truly the Slayer.

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dark_slayer
2008-06-23 12:10 am UTC (link)

Faith had never really had a plan. She wasn't the type to do so, and prefered to just go on the fly. Buffy was the one who tried to make everything into a completely planned out exercise, but to Faith, that was boring. And it was a good thing, too, because if she had had a plan, it would have been right out the window. It didn't take her long to lose the stake that was stained with the blood of the man she had murdered. She only barely had time to realize he was touching it before he had dropped it. Which was, of course, faster than any normal human would have been able to realize it. No, she couldn't quite keep up with him, of course, but she did think she could keep a handle on the situation. If she kept her head about her.

Suddenly, she was rising into the air. She shrugged. She wasn't a fan of heights, but she wasn't scared of them, either. Still, they were going so fast, she was getting dizzy. But she stubbornly held on to consciousness, and ignored most of what he said. It was enough to stay with it and aware. Somehow, she managed to cling on.

"Since you attacked me first, I'm not really gonna be into behaving. It's a bad habit of mine, ya know, being a bad girl to blood-sucking parasites that attack me. Maybe I need a spanking?"

She didn't gasp as he neatly rearranged her body, but it was a close thing. She just simply was not used to being yanked around this easily. But she was good at adapting, and she knew that it was inevitable that the vampire would make a mistake. When he did, she'd be ready. It didn't need a plan, especially since he'd just stupidly informed her he could read her mind.

"Hey, if you're a fan, I could always give you an autograph. Or, you know, you could put me the fuck down, and right about now, thanks."

Still, she did listen as he spoke, and for Faith, that might have just about been a first. And, even through her state of bloodlust, she couldn't seem to look away from his eyes, which wasn't something she was used to from vampires. Interesting. It seemed he was telling the truth about not being just a normal vampires. That was okay. She loved challenges.

"So, what, we're like stuck here forever? Wild."

Clearly, she wasn't sure if she believed him. Of course, she had no reason to. But there was a brief flash of a memory in her head, a dream she'd had for a few nights in a row that she hadn't understood at the time. Her prophetic dreams, it seemed, had been trying to warn her.

"Alright, then. How about this. We'll make a deal. I won't kill you right this second, and you take me to the plaque and then answer all my questions."

It was almost unforgivable bravado, considering the situation there were in. She was completely at his mercy, and she didn't even know about the 'no killing' rule. But it was just how she was.

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