Who: Faith and Angelus Where: The edge of the woods beyond the prison gates What: Therapy Warnings: It's Faith and Angelus. Yes, warnings LOL
Dimitri had been right. Faith really needed to let off some steam and get her anger worked out. Fighting with him had been cathartic since Faith hadn't had a workout that good since she and Alec used to spar. There was an actual challenge there, poetry in motion as she worked every single one of her muscles to keep up with him. And in a way Stefan had been right too, because Faith wasn't in top slayer form. She had gotten sloppy after so much zombie killing and not enough vampire slaying. She was still wearing the day's bruises to prove it.
It had been a long day. After her announcement there had been a lot of questions, a lot of suggestions and a lot of people who just wanted reassuring. Faith wasn't the best at dealing with any of the three of those situations but was the worst at the third. She steered people who needed comforting to Elena and Serena and Gigi and then she excused herself. As it turned out, she still had issues to work out.
She grabbed another axe from the weapons supply room at the prison and easily sneaked out through the gates. She just hoped it wasn't as easy to sneak in as it was to sneak out. She was going to start testing all of the weak points in the fence to see if she would be caught or not and work it into Damon's schedule. Who knew vampires could be so organized and shit. She gave him a hard time but she knew he was just looking out for his people. Vampires. Whatever.
"Fuck you, I'm not leaving," she hissed out as she killed zombie after zombie. Yes, fighting with Dimitri had been awesome and gotten the juices flowing through her veins in all the right directions. But there was something comforting about killing zombies. They didn't fight back, they were empty, hollow on the inside and Faith could bulldoze them (or filet with an axe, whichever) and annihilate them in seconds. It gave her a sick sense of power that Buffy probably would have laughed at.
In just a few minutes, she had cleared out most of the zombies that clung to the edge of the forest, drawn to the smells and sounds of the prison.