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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
2008-06-29 02:58 am UTC (link)

"Louis was badass enough to conspire with little Claudia, a child in body only, to trick me into drinking dead blood, slit my throat, set me afire and toss me into the brackish waters of the Mississippi", he chuckled, "...but that couldn't happen now. My powers have increased a hundrefold".

Tucking a strand of Faith's thick, dark hair behind her ear, Lestat licked around the edge and nibbled lightly on her earlobe, as he whispered, "You know what bothered that vampire kid, as you call her, the most?". He paused for effect while his hands worked their way from Faith's shapely hips up her torso to cup her ample breasts.While working his thumbs in gentle circles on the slayer's breasts, he shared, "Claudia was inconsolable because, while she could never grow old, she also could never grow up...", he kissed her lips and her chin...and hr neck, "For 65 years she lived in the body of a child with the mind and all the emotions and needs of a woman...", he tilted his head, "...a vampire, but a woman still".

He kissed her deeply and moved his hands from her breasts into her long, dark hair, running his fingers through it as he pressed against her...and...suddenly...he was no longer pressing her down onto the mounted tablet...he was standing straight and holding her in his arms and looking down at her. "My dear lady, this is no place for such...activities. Not for a woman like you. Since you have just arrived, I will escort you to the lobby to retrieve your key. If you choose to invite me in...", he bowed, "Well, you know whatthey say about inviting vampires into your home". He started walking towards the lobby, still nuzzling her hair and nibbling at her closest ear. "If you you'd feel better about coming to my place, you are always welcome...I'm in D125...I'll know who it is when you knock".

Arriving in the lobby, a blinking key was waiting for them and Lestat shook his head and grinned, "How fortuitous....seems you are in D110. Looks like we're neighbors. Isn't that cozy?". Sitting Faith down on her feet, he offered her his arm and started out towards building D.

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dark_slayer
2008-06-30 01:05 am UTC (link)

Faith, sort of half-lost in a daze, listened vaguely to Lestat as he talked. She laughed in delight, though, at his description of the vampire conspiracy against him. Of course, she would never be able to make a plan like that and pull it off. She wasn't really much for the plans, but she could admire those who were able to handle it.

"Hey, Louis doesn't sound that bad, you know? Sneaky. It would be fun to kill him, cause he'd make it a challenge, interesting."

Her body arched up against his as he spoke into her ear and touched her breasts, and her every motion was encouraging. So what if he was a vampire? It was really starting to not matter to her. He was attractive, he seemed interested, that was enough for her just at the moment. Besides, everything he did seemed to drive her completely insane, increase her lust more every second. And, for her, that was really saying something.

"Yeah, man, that would suck a whole hell of a lot, being stuck as a kid forever. Who wants that? Don't blame her for being pissed."

She laughed up at him, and shrugged a little. She really wasn't worried about where it was, as long as it was soon. She wanted to get his shirt off, and see if he was as muscular as he felt when she had touched him.

"I would be good with here, but wherever, you know?"

She followed him and accepted her key, looking down at it curiously. It was, it seemed, just as the tablet had said. She was here for good. Even though she couldn't kill people here, that didn't bother her much. She didn't have to deal with anything, now. Not Buffy, Sunnydale, or the fact she'd murdered someone.

"Hey, check that out! Well, why don't you show me my room? Hey, you seem different than the vamps I've killed... why? And, like, what other ways are you different?"

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