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The Dark Slayer (therogueslayer) wrote in portland_logs, @ 2014-06-13 11:35:00

Who: Faith and Derek
When: Saturday Night during the enemies plot
What: Bestie Festie Kicking ass
Where: In the bad part of the city
Warnings: Faith's potty mouth, religion bashing, some talk of child molestation. I don't and won't censor her, sorry.



It was another long night at the club. Faith had been on an early shift since Saturday was their busiest nights. Enzo knew that Faith was a vampire slayer, even if he didn't entirely know what that meant. Maybe he did, Faith hadn't really asked. Regardless, it was easy to notice how much farther Faith's stamina could take her. She could dance circles around the other girls in those platform heels. Those girls were sweating and strained after a couple of hours but Faith could go on all night and barely break a sweat. So next time Damon told her she wasn't that important she planned to punch him in the mouth. Bosses were douches, she had watched enough television to know that. She just figured Damon was jealous cause he had a small dick or something. They were both vampires and both enemies but Faith found herself kind of liking Enzo so she mostly ignored Damon where she could once she had discovered he had no sense of humor and took everything too seriously. It was too bad Buffy wasn't around. He was just her type.

After six hours of stage dancing and private lapdances, Faith wiped herself down with a cool damp rag and changed back into her favorite pair of leather pants and a plain black tank. Now that she was rolling in cash she could afford things like new boots, which were shined up real nice. Her brand new iPhone was perched in her back pocket and if anyone were to frisk her they would undoubtedly find weapons in various places. Having money wasn't an entirely new concept for Faith. At one point she had been spoiled rotten by Richard Wilkins, former Mayor of former Sunnydale, California. It hadn't lasted for very long but she had enjoyed the class change. She had grown up poor white trash in Southern Boston, mommy's little whore but now she had money. She could do things and afford things without stealing. She understood on some level that most people wouldn't be thrilled about making their money by taking off their clothing but Faith didn't care. She was doing what she was good at, moving her body and getting paid for it. It was just too bad slaying vampires had never paid the bills.

And she didn't give a shit what that angel guy said. Faith hadn't made any peace promises with the vamps in town. The fact that seven whole vampires was keeping an angel from heaven in check just nailed home the idea that God was a fucking joke and faith was for pussies. The angels were wimps who didn't give a fuck and Faith, despite her name, had no faith at all once and for all. Castiel was all the proof that she needed that the whole religion thing was a scam. It probably didn't help that she had caught Father Matthew playing with the little choir boys when he thought nobody was looking. God was a joke. Faith was real but only because she carried a pointy stick and delivered swift justice to the bloodsuckers who made the mistake of getting in her way. She didn't start shit with Enzo or Damon because they were her bosses and she had never seen them hurt anyone. The minute she caught either one of them fangs deep in someone who wasn't interested, she wasn't going to hesitate to stake them. End of story. Strippers might be strippers but that didn't mean they were walking blood bags. Faith understood there was some kind of arrangement and she hated it but so long as everyone was consenting she wasn't going to stick her nose in it. The minute she found out there wasn't consent? They were going to wish they had never met Faith Lehane.

She sat at the bar for a little while and chatted with Liv who was on all night which sucked cause Faith was mad horny. She had been dancing for other people all night and now she wanted her sexy little blonde not girlfriend to dance with her privately. Faith and Liv were perfect for each other because neither were a fan of commitment and yet the two bad girls gravitated towards one another. Liv was a powerful witch and Faith was a vampire slayer. They were a damaged duo of power and Faith felt bad for any idiot who tried to cross them. A smarter girl might have been more afraid of what Liv would do to her if she ever inevitably strayed but Faith didn't worry about it. She was full of cocky arrogance and didn't waste a thought on how easily Liv could crush her with her pinky finger. She just enjoyed the free drink and the kiss that came with it before she headed out into the warm Portland night air.

Faith tended to wander around town at night. She was nocturnal, a predator and always had been. Unless she had plans with Liv she didn't usually make it home until just before sunrise where she would comfortably snooze the day away on her new Tempurpedic king size bed. The money Faith made at the strip club was the most money she ever had and she wasn't afraid to spend it on all the things her little heart desired and her heart had desired that super comfortable bed. The salesman said it would be like sleeping on a cloud and he wasn't totally wrong even if Faith hadn't liked the look of him.

She had wandered into the sketchy area of Portland but she didn't care. She hung out there all the time picking off vampires. Because there were more than seven of them in town, that was for damn sure. And none of the others were named Enzo or Damon so she didn't give a fuck about dusting their asses. In her world vampires didn't have souls and killed indiscriminately. Faith was having a hard time adjusting to the idea that different rules applied to different vampires. She too had been used to killing indiscriminately.

It seemed like it was a bad night to be in the bad part of town because Faith picked up on the sounds of sneakers pounding pavement, and rooftops as they followed her through winding alleyways. Faith didn't let on that she knew she had an audience because somehow she doubted this crowd wanted to see her boobs. They probably were more interested in dinner. She stayed calm, her pace relaxed though her muscles were tense as she walked until she had hit a dead end street that looked pretty quiet. She didn't need to be injuring civilians if she could help it.

Finally she turned around with that cocky self assured look on her face, that swagger in her hips that said you should be afraid of me not the other way around. Her face paled only slightly when she saw just how damn many of them there were. There had to be at least twenty Turok-Han salivating over her. Her dark eyes widened when she realized what she had gotten herself into. Twenty vampires? No sweat. It had only taken one Turok-Han to nearly kill Buffy and they had needed an army of slayers to combat the army of Turok-Han in the Battle of Sunnydale. Faith's hand trembled slightly as she reached for her hunting knife. Turok-Han had lost all of their humanity and had transformed into disfigured monsters with giant fangs and unspeakable strength. Giles had once told her they were the Neanderthal version of vampires. Today was as good as any a day to die, she figured.

"Let's get it on."

She rushed into battle wishing like hell that Buffy didn't have the scythe back in England. Instead she grabbed a stake with her other hand and started fighting with the first ubervamp she came across. She tried punching it in the head but it only knocked it back an inch. She used the distraction to stake it but the stake wouldn't quite go through the stony flesh, she hadn't used enough strength because staking just one of these bad boys took all of her strength. Another of his friends grabbed her by the back of her neck and sent her sailing into the nearest building so hard that Faith felt the brick crumble around her as she hit the pavement.

Blood was dripping from her scratched up face but she didn't care. She pushed herself back up to her feet and picked up her hunting knife before pointing at her stake protruding from it's chest. "I want that back," she said before she rushed towards him again.