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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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lestat_00
2008-06-27 06:26 pm UTC (link)

"Louis killed them for murdering our childe, Claudia", he hissed softly as he nuzzled a spot behind her ear, "They locked her and her new governess into a cell open to the sun and let them turn to ash, while Louis was sealed into a coffin and bricked behind a wall", he finally brought his hands into play, resting them on her shapely hips, "Luckliy, Louis was irresistible enough that the leader of those leeches was smitten enough that he released him after Claudia's demise...and didn't even try to stay his vengeance".

Running his hands up from her hips, Lestat ran one hand through Faith's long, thick hair and curved the other around her waist. His lip snarled slightly and he kissed her again, hard this time, bending her back, supporting her head and torso...he released her from the kiss, pulling at her full lower lip, "You are a killer, Faith...a hunter! You are the top of the food chain...and so am I".

Lestat thought of fate and what brought him here, be it God or Lucifer or whatever...he wanted to laugh like a raving maniac...his choices bedmates or relationships seemed to always come back to bite him in the ass...Louis & Akasha were the most notable...and here he was getting all hot and bothered with a self pronounced Vampire Slayer. FAH...he couldn't care less for those lower life form vampires that she sent to a rightful Hell; he felt no kinship with them...but he did want to keep his own head right where it belonged...on his shoulders.

With a snarl that started deep in his chest, Lestat spread the beautiful Slayer out over the mounted tablet by pushing her arms back over her head...with a wicked grin he lowered his head to her exposed navel and gave it a soft kiss...then running his nose and lips up her abdomen...between her breasts...to her collarbone, which he nibbled...up her neck and back to her full lips.

He rested his weight on her,"I knew that I couldn't kill you...but you didn't know that you couldn't kill me...and if you had killed me, the planet would have killed you...so, I saved your life", he wiggled his eyes comically, wouldyou like to show your gratitude to your savior?", he teased.

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dark_slayer
2008-06-27 07:59 pm UTC (link)

"A vampire kid?"

She frowned. That was a first, she'd never heard of a child being turned into a vampire before. Although, there was no reason it couldn't happen, that she knew of. It just never did. Or not that she'd seen, and she'd killed quite a few vampires over the last little while. Maybe the children stayed in or something.

"Huh. Sounds like your Louis really is hot as hell, if he could stop the leader just by being cute. He really had him by the balls, yeah? Kinda cool, even a wuss like Louis can be a badass sometimes."

Faith, of course, admired badasses. In fact, she was allowing this to continue with the vampire, when she really shouldn't be doing anything of the sort. Not her sort of thing, to mess around with vamps like this, but damn it, he was hot and she had a severe case of raging hormones. She laughed and nodded in approval of his comment about her.

"Yeah, top of the foodchain... I like that..."

She did gasp this time as she was laid out on top of the tablet, and looked down at him, tangling her fingers in his hair in ancouragement of his actions. This was the sort of thing she should be discouraging. He was a vampire. She killed vampires. It should have been that simple. Maybe it was that she was still shaken from killing her first human. But then again, maybe it was just Lestat.

She pulled on his hair fairly hard, knowing that he could take it. Anyways, she had no use for delicate lovers. His reasoning had her rolling her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips despite that.

"Bastard... but you know, yeah, I kind of would like that."

With that, she returned his kiss, and her hands started slipping down his shoulders, and then his back. When she reached the bottom of his shirt, she slipped her hands beneath the fabric and onto cold, bare skin.

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