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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
2008-06-25 06:40 pm UTC (link)

"God damn it, I need a fucking tinfoil hat or something...Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment, I guess."

Not that that would help in the slightest, and really, she knew that. But it was something to say that denied the fact that she was completely helpless to stop him from messing around in her mind as much as he wanted. She wished that she'd learned a few tricks from Willow on how to block her mind, but she'd never seen the need. Until now, of course. Maybe she could find another witch to help her with that. But now was not the time to think about that. She was still in danger, and wasn't stupid enough to try and deny that fact.

"Mmm, yeah, I know. He's a pain. Never knew what B saw in him. She killed him and stuff, too, but he came back for some reason. Would have been cool if he'd stayed gone. Louis sounds like a drag. Was he at least hot? Angel is. About all he was good for."

She frowned thoughtfully, getting lost in her thoughts once again. Though this vampire was taunting her, some of the stuff he said made a lot of sense. She'd always been the one to have fun with her job, and Buffy was always trying to figure out who she really was, and how she could be a good person and still be a professional killer. Faith, of course, had never worried about it before. So why should she torment herself now, just because she had killed a person, instead of a vampire? There was no reason, and she was determined to put it firmly behind her.

"Yeah? Where I come from, no vamps do that. It's all just violence, and bloodsucking, then the victim dies. From lovers, even? Really? Huh. Or from the evil. So... kinda doing the same job I do, then... fighting evil."

She frowned at his words, and tried to figure out what he meant by a key. Why did she need a key? Why did she have a room? This was weird, even for someone who lived on the Hellmouth. She was caught completely off guard by the vampire's lips on hers. She'd never been like Buffy, attracted to a vampire, before. But this was not a normal vampire. She'd killed enough of them to know. Add to that the fact that she'd just been fighting, and hadn't killed, and her hormones far outweighed the consequences she might suffer later.

Her arms were already locked around his neck as he descended towards the ground, but they tightened a little and she, undeniably, returned the kiss. He was so cold. She felt shivers go through her body, but she locked her legs around his waist anyways and pressed herself against him.

"Yeah, thanks. Mirage, huh? Wicked. Huh. If you wanna talk about a 'pleasant stay', you could always kiss me again. I definately didn't hate that. As long as you're not planning to kill me and stuff."

She didn't have much choice but to allow him to take her wherever he wanted, and actually, after that kiss, and the aborted fight, she didn't have much in the way of desire to leave, either.

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