Faith bit down on the struggling blonde, getting a real kick out of the fact her movements got weaker and weaker as her blood flowed out. She'd specifically chosen this sweet young thing for her more than passing resemblance to Buffy.
Ah, Buffy. She dropped the dead body to the ground with a satisfied smirk. A cute, non Slayer Buffy. It was just too adorable. Angelus had killed the real one, as was his right. But even then, a small part of Faith had resented not being able to kill her herself. Kill the bitch who had tried to ruin her life and put her in a freaking coma and wasn't it just damn annoying how no one ever remembered that?
She licked the last traces of blood from her lips, relishing in the sweet, warm taste of it. Soon it would by Buff's and it would be the sweetest of her kills.
But, for now she was bored. Too bored. So she tracked down another scent, the only one in this city that really interested her.
Sam Winchester. The too earnest and darker than he admitted boyfriend of her other self.
By the time she traced his scent, he seemed to be gearing up for a fight. Faith leaned against the wall a few feet away, watching him with a faintly bemused expression.