BOSTON M.A.: 1998: Daytime, 2mins. Till that annoying high school bell would ring. Faith was keeping to herself in her locker, her hair was hanging down around her face. Like she was hiding something. She was wearing a large jacket, no doubt from a boyfriend.
The bell was going to ring. Faith grabbed a note book and closed her locker then turned towards the end of the hall to get to her next classroom. She walked down the hall.
A Jock was watching Faith as his cheerleading, blonde girlfriend was talking to him. The cheerleader noticed that. Then turned towards Faith distastefully.
“Why are you hiding from us?” demanded the cheerleader. Faith stopped in her tracks, the other cheerleaders just had to watch.
“Just leave her alone,” said the jock. He seemed nice.
Faith just looked at him then at the cheerleader, confused then went back to what she was doing. “Oh, look, she’s ignoring us again,” laughed the cheerleader, the other cheerleaders laugh with her.
“Why don’t you just shove it,” growled Faith under her breath, she had been hiding something, there was a large bruise under her eye.
“What did you say?” taunted the cheerleader. Faith just kept walking, then the evil blonde said, “Oh, her boyfriend must of hit her. My boyfriend would never hit me. Would you?” He just looked at her.
Faith got angry. She turned around and dropped her stuff and went towards the cheerleader, “Why?” asked Faith, she put her arms out, “Are you afraid that your boyfriend rather be with me tonight?” Faith looked over to him and winked at him.
“Oh, you want to play like that Bitch?” asked the stupid blonde going towards her.
Faith cracked her knuckles, “Alright, scratch all you want.”
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FAITH WAS IN THE COUNSELOR’S OFFICE, AGAIN. She held an ice pack to her face. The counselor was a slim sweet looking woman, “Faith, what’s with the fighting?”
There came no reply, Faith just held the bag to her face. The Counselor cleared her throat, “Why should I tell you?” demanded Faith.
“So I can help you through the kinds of situations,” sighed the counselor. She looked at Faith, “Your eye-”
“Is black because I just got knocked out by a freaking cheerleader,” said Faith disgustedly.
“No, it was there this morning,” said the counselor, Faith looked out the window, the counselor then spoke again, “Is everything at home alright.”
Faith didn’t want to answer, “Things are fine,” she said quickly, “I got this black eye from that Bitch Serenity, cheerleader.”
“We don’t need that language,” sighed the counselor.
“How else am I suppose to act?!” asked Faith, “I don’t know what do, I don’t control this world. Bad things keep happening to me.”
“That’s why I’m here Faith, now tell me what’s on your mind,” said the counselor.
“I don’t need that,” growled Faith, “If I told you what was on my mind we’d need to get one of those damn buttons that beep when someone says a four letter word on T.V.”
“I want to help you,” said the counselor.
Faith didn’t speak for a moment. Then she sighed, “Am I crazy?”
“No Faith, you’re not crazy honey,” said the counselor.
“Will you put me away?” asked Faith.
“No, I wouldn’t have you put away, tell me what makes you feel crazy,” said the woman.
Faith looked down and pulled the ice pack away from her face. She bit her lip, thinking, “I’m not crazy.”
“Faith, you’re not crazy,” The counselor assured her.
“I’ve been getting these, dreams, nightmares,” sighed Faith.
“Tell me,” said the women.
“Of, these women, doing stuff, killing. These things, that when they’re hit in the hearts with a stake, they just go poof, and-” she stood up, “You think I’m crazy.”
“I don’t, keep going, I’m here to listen to you. I’m here to help you out honey,” answered the counselor.
Faith went to the door, “No, you think I’m crazy, and stop calling me honey, I’m not your damn honey.”
Faith walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
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THE MOTHER OF THE HOUSE WAS SITTING ON THE COUCH WATCHING T.V. AND MAKING OUT WITH HER BOYFRIEND. Faith walked into the house, “Mom.” Faith had just taken off from school.
The boyfriend pulled away from the drunk mother, the mother spoke, “What the hell do you want, what the hell are you doing here?!”
“School let out early,” said Faith. Lie.
“Go to your room,” growled the mom, “I’m busy.”
“Dan,” said Faith to the boyfriend, “She’s goanna pass out, how about you leave.”
“He’s not going anywhere,” growled the mom standing up slowly.
“Mom, don’t do this, come on, you were clean,” said Faith.
“I am clean!!” yelled the mother grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the table and throwing it at Faith. Faith ducked out of the way, she got liquor all over her.
“Mom, calm down,” pleaded Faith.
Her mom went towards her, “You’ll speak to me with Respect you dumb girl!”
“Mom, stop!” demanded Faith.
“I’m leaving,” said Dan, he went towards the door.
“Thanks,” said Faith.
“You have no right to make him leave,” the mother slurred.
Faith’s mom went to a cabinet and started pulling out liquor bottles, she poured herself a glass then took a drink. Dan left, Faith went towards the door of her room of the small apartment. Faith’s Mom threw her glass at Faith.
“BITCH, get back here,” growled her mom.
Mom went over to Faith as Faith turned away from her and went into her bedroom. The mom grabbed her hair and punched her in the chest. Faith started coughing, her mother yelled at her, “Where did Dan go!!?”
“He’s gone mom,” said Faith.
Her mom kicked her, “I said to go to your damn room!” she kicked Faith again.
Faith hurried up and got into her room and slammed the door shut. The mom then went back over to the alcohol cabinet.
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THE PRINCIPAL DIDN’T SUSPEND FAITH ANYMORE. He knew the conditions of her home environment and thought letting her come back and forth to school was the best thing he could do for that girl. Faith was trying to divert everyone. A regular morning activity.
Faith was walking down the hall. Her boyfriend would be down this hall, she could talk with him, or get him into the bathroom for a little bit of ‘consoling.’ Her boyfriend was the guy with a girl hooked to his face. Kissing him.
Faith‘s heart sunk to the floor as she saw. She always thought this boyfriend loved her, he‘d yell at her but he‘d never hit, that was mom‘s job.
She went up to him, “What do you think you’re doing?” demanded Faith.
The boyfriend pulled away from the girl, “Faith, uh, this isn’t what it looks like,” he said.
“Yes it is, you had your tongue in her mouth,” she looked at the girl, “Get lost.”
The girl just stood there, “What are you doing with this girl?” demanded the one that had been facially connected to Faith’s guy.
Faith took off the jacket she wore and handed it to the boyfriend, she had bruises on her arms, “I don’t want to see you again,” growled Faith, this was sudden, she‘d never told, him, that.
“You can’t just leave me,” spat her boyfriend.
“Watch,” growled Faith turning from him.
He grabbed Faith’s arm, Quickly her boyfriend hit her. Faith looked at him surprised, though it wasn’t all that surprising. Everyone in the hall was looking at her in awe. And the boyfriend. Faith hit him back, the boyfriend was surprised by her. He pushed her against the lockers, “YOU DON’T HIT ME!!”
Students were starting to surround them. Faith looked down, she was afraid. Then she kind of wasn’t. She slowly looked up, she gripped her fist, “Back off,” growled Faith.
Faith quickly punched him in the face. He went down on the ground hard, he was out cold, the tile of the floor had been chipped by him. She was surprised she could that, her boyfriend’s face was covered in blood, stuff broken no doubt.
Faith licked her lips, took a breath, you could hear her relief.
“Hey,” growled that girl that had been kissing Faith’s guy.
The Gym teacher was coming towards Faith. But, that didn’t really matter, she didn’t like that girl. “Sink your face into this,” growled Faith, she inhumanly fast grabbed the girl by the hair and slammed her head into the side of a locker. The Locker dented.
Girl knocked out. The Large Gym teacher from behind, “Stop!” he demanded putting his hand down on Faith’s shoulder.
Faith automatically back handed him, grabbed his arm back kicked him in the chest grabbed him by the shirt and threw him into the ceiling. The gym teacher fell to the ground unconscious. Most schools have police patrolling the school during the day, they’d be coming. One of the teachers were radioing for the police. “Faith, you’re not leaving here.”
That Teacher was worried about what Faith was going to do. They’d never witnessed this since the time one of the students were on PCP. The cops were coming. Faith just looked in awe at her clenched fist, she felt riled up, she ached for some more violence.
The jocks let the Police come in, “Faith Lehane, you’re under arrest.” She’d been arrested before for cursing out the Principal cause he wanted to help. They just arrested her so that she’d get the feel of the cell before she did something she couldn’t take back.
Faith jumped up and kicked one in the face. Spun around grabbed one’s nightstick and ripped it from his hand then hit him across the head with it. She elbowed one behind her then kicked him in the crotch. She grabbed the one in front of her by the hair and tossed him backwards into the wall behind him.
She spun around kicked one in the face then punched him in the chest. Faith was having a sudden bout of fun. One went to punch her, Faith grabbed his arm and tossed him into the lockers denting them. She spun around kicked one in the head, spun around and kicked him in the head again.
Suddenly Faith was tazered from behind. Faith went down and she had handcuffs slid on around her wrists.
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FAITH ENDED UP AT THE POLICE STATION. Where any criminal goes. She’d been finger printed and all then put in a jail cell.
“Do I at least get a phone call?!” she demanded.
They didn’t give her one, which she’d be getting no lawyer. She knew something was weird about this sudden strength she had. Things just weren’t right. It was almost paranormal.
And no doubt she was going to go to court, in fact, unless there was a drastic change she’d be going to prison.
Hmm… why not to beat up a cop. The Assault Third charge is a class c Felony. It carries a 5-10 year penalty. You would just add a charge for each officer. If the officers were injured severely or with a deadly weapon then it would be assault first which is an A Felony and it carries 20-50 years.
She laid back on her seat in her cell. Closed her eyes. Slowly let her sleep settle on her.
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1997: SUNNYDALE: [Prophecy Girl.] Master’s Lair: The master was speaking, “You tried. It was noble of you. You heard the prophecy that I was about to break free and you came to stop me. But prophecies are tricky creatures. They don't tell you everything,” his voice went to a whispers, “You're the one that sets me free! If you hadn't come, I couldn't go. Think about that!”
Buffy is frozen with fear. The Master waits a moment longer and then bends down and bites her at the base of her neck. He drinks a few sips and lets her go.
The master is thrilled by the taste of the slayer, “Oh, God! The power!” Buffy falls to her knees, “And by the way…” She falls face down into the pool of water. “I like your dress.”
He stepped over to the edge of his confines and pushed against the field. He forces his hand through, and his confines break down in a burst of light and energy. He starts up and out of his lair.
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FAITH WOKE SUDDENLY. Her confines were being opened, a police officer stood next to the one bailing her out. He was tall, had black hair that was prim, combed. He wasn’t very young looking but didn’t look old either. He wore a tweed suite and a black coat.
“What?” asked Faith, she looked at the man, “Who in the hell are you.”
The man was British, “A friend, please, come with me. I’ve bailed you out, you’re free.”
“Okay,” said Faith.
Faith followed the man, “I have somewhere to take you,” said the man.
“Should I trust you?” asked Faith, “This is pretty sudden, I mean I should be going to prison or something for kicking cop ass.”
“I’m a noble man, I come from The Watcher’s council,” said the man.
“Watcher’s council, what’s that?” asked Faith.
“Your answers will come if you come with me,” said the man.
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NOW: Faith was in her black dress from the wedding, she sat behind the desk behind the counter. The Lobby was dark, all but for the lamp light that shine on the desk. Spike was with her.
Spike gave her a beer, he got himself one and sat on the top of the counter after closing the frig. “I’ve now learned all the reasons never to get married,” stated Spike, he popped open his beer and took a drink.
“Come on, there was some niceness,” she put her feet on the desk kicking off her heals, “You saw all that, the dancing, the cake, Conner getting hit on by Alex’s cousin.”
“I have to admit that was funny,” smiled Spike.
She took a drink of her beer, “Oh did you see Buffy’s face?”
“When?” asked Spike.
“At the reception when Emma got the band to start playing Heavy Metal music, that was beautiful. I hope someone has a picture of that face,” laughed Faith.
“I say the funny part wasn’t till Emma got Giles to dance to it,” laughed Spike.
“That man’s fool of surprises and started getting loose,” stated Faith.
“Don’t ever underestimate the British,” he took a drink of his beer, looking at it as he brought it to his mouth, “Now she’s really part of the Scooby gang.”
“I don’t think I would be able to find someone to settle down with ever,” said Faith.
“Oh, still looking for the kind of guy that’ll tell you to wear a school girl outfit and swing your bull whip?” taunted Spike.
“I’m more of a handcuff kind of girl now days,” she said, “Or tied up.”
“Angel’s got a pair of handcuffs in his office, incase you’ve got an itch,” he smiled slyly.
“Do you go all evil, if you get excited-”
“Luv, I wasn’t cursed by a bunch of overrated gypsies, I fought for my soul,” stated Spike.
“Really?” she questioned, “Why’s that?”
He looked at his now empty beer can, hesitating a little, “For the love of woman.”
“So you have been Buffy whipped?” she asked. “What’s it feel like now?”
He said softly, seriously, “Like I lost something, I can’t get back.” He crushed the can and threw it into the garbage can wearily, “Of course she was never mines anyway.”
“You think we should make a night of getting drunk?” asked Faith.
“Actually,” he sighed, “I’d prefer trying out those hand cuffs.” A smirk grew on his face.
“Oh, would you?” she asked standing up, putting the beer down.
“Sure,” said Spike, she stood up, “Of course,” he said looking down in her eyes, “I would be on top.”
“Oh, I can make exceptions,” she smiled, she leaned in and kissed him.
Spike ran his hands up her shoulders and grabbed them firmly and moved her into Angel’s office, against the desk kissing her passionately.
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[1998] IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT, Faith and that man from The Watcher’s Council walked the cemetery, “So, who are you and why are we walking the cemeteries?”
“Do you know what you are Faith Lehane?” said the man.
“Freaking damn strong,” said Faith proudly, “So, what’s your name? Wait, I’ve so wanted say this, ‘ tell me, or I’m going to beat it out of you’.”
The Watcher kind of stepped away as they walked, “No need-”
“Come on, don’t tell me,” said Faith energetically.
“I’m Eric Waldridge,” said the man, [I don’t think I ever found out the watcher’s name, so eh’.]
“Alright Walds, why am I here?” asked Faith.
“Do you know what’s in the night Faith?” asked Eric.
“Bogyman?” she asked sarcastically, folding her hands over her chest.
“That and many other things,” sighed Eric.
“Things that aren’t real,” clarified Faith, “Okay, I had a crazy man just get me out of jail, I do admit you’re cute, but-”
“The Paranormal is real Faith, and I’m 30, don’t think I’m cute,” he looked old enough to strike as an authority figure even though he look kind of young, “I’m your watcher.”
“So you’ve been stalking me,” it hit her, “Oh, god, there’s a council of stalkers?”
“We’re not stalkers,” said Eric, “Let me finish.”
“Okay,” said Faith, she looked at him suspiciously then willing let him keep talking, “I’m young, keep talking.”
“You’re a slayer,” replied Eric.
“Okay, what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
“In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer-”
Faith stepped in front of him, “Are you like, drunk or something, drunk I can deal. Now if you’re drugs what are they and where can I get some.”
“I’m not crazy, I’m your watcher, sent here to train you so that you can be prepared to fight these beasts,” said Eric.
“Why should I believe you?” asked Faith.
“Cause you have a sudden amount of strength that is inhuman,” said Eric, “And it’s obvious you’ve realized this yourself.”
“And,” she stated, “Hey, there was this guy at school that came in high on PCP, he was strong too.”
“That was the effects of the drugs, and Slayer’s are only girls-”
“Hey, I heard that guy Bill, the PCP man, he liked to dress up like a girl,” said Faith.
“Just because you dress up like a women, doesn’t mean you can become a slayer,” said Eric.
“What if they get a sex change?”
“NO,” he stopped, “Alright, they have to be born a female. Okay, you’re a slayer, you’ve been chosen. You’re meant for greater things Miss Lehane, no matter how crazy that is, you’re different.”
“Okay, so what if she’s born a she then she gets a sex change, can he-she still get all ‘chosen’?”
“I don’t know, I just know you’ve been chosen,” said Eric, he didn’t like thinking about all that.
“So we’re in the grave yard,” said Faith distastefully, “Why, do you live here?”
“You think I live in a cemetery,” he shook his head, get back to the ‘chosen’ topic, he did, “No, I don’t live here. Demons do.”
Faith then said sarcastically, “So my dead grandma is like a demon, I do admit she was mean, but-”
He walked past her, “It doesn’t work like that young lady.”
“Oh young lady, now I feel bad,” she said Sarcastically, “Come on, scold me a little, I’ll let you bend me over your knee.”
“Here,” said Eric, he handed her a stake, “When something big and disfigured comes along stake it.”
“Then it turns to dust,” said Faith, “Come on, I had all those over rated dreams, I’m not stupid.”
“Really,” said Eric.
“Duck,” said Faith.
“What?” he asked turning towards her.
Faith pushed him down. A demon had come along, vamp. She flipped up over Eric landed in front of the demon, she went to punch the vamp. It grabbed her fist and threw her into a grave stone and it broke from her. Faith got up wearily.
“Just fight the bloody sod,” growled Eric, “You’re meant to do this, he’s as strong as you, and no doubt older, so fight him.”
Faith stood up, looking at the vampire, “Wow, you’re strong.”
The vamp went towards her, “This should be easy,” he spat.
Faith then went towards the demon. She didn’t have the stake anymore. She jumped up and kicked him in the head.
Landed on her feet. He backed up then went to punched her, she blocked the blow and punched him quickly in the stomach 4 times she kneed him in the face. Suddenly Faith pushed him into a tree and he dusted from the limbs. Faith was breathing hard, “Wow. He’s dead.”
“See, that’s a vampire,” said Eric.
“I already told you, I’m not stupid. And what was with all those dreams anyway?!” demanded Faith going towards him threateningly.
“First lesson I’ll be teaching you, don’t loose your weapon,” said Eric picking up her stake.
“You won’t be teaching me anything but what I can do, and where I can find some more of him,” answered Faith.
“Those dreams are past memories of slayers, their saving people, the world. You’re supposed to see them, you may have seen premonitions too,” replied Eric. Then he cocked his head to the side, “Ever been taught how to fight?”
“I observe,” said Faith like she didn’t want to go there.
“The dreams probably showed you that too-”
“I don’t need to grasp what they are, Walds,” said Faith, “Tell me, where I can find more of those things and what I can do.”
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[NOW] Faith and Spike were putting on their clothes in the disheveled office. Spike stood in front of her shirtless, “Sure you don’t want to go for another roll on the desk?”
“I‘m okay for now, maybe later,” said Faith.
“Okay, I think I would start getting desk burn anyway,” said Spike. Faith sat on the desk in her dress. Spike sat down next to her, “Well,” he sighed, “I should get a beer we can toast the end of that.”
She looked at him confused, “No one said that we just have to stop,” sighed Faith.
Spike looked at her, “You feelin’ alright there slayer. You’re sounding a little delirious.”
“I’m not delirious,” said Faith.
“What did you mean by that then?” asked Spike, “What, you want to do that every day of the week meaninglessly. Or, you want to settle down?”
“Are you delirious?” asked Faith.
“I’m not the settling down type, vamp here,” stated Spike.
“Don’t think your that good,” said Faith, “You’re just good enough to earn an entry in my diary.”
“Is that what you call it?” she looked at him funny.
“Ever wonder what you’ll be doing for the next 50yr?” she asked.
“When you‘ve got as much time as I do, you live on the spur of the moment, cause, eternity, sometimes it really sucks,” sighed Spike. “Why this suddenly come up, I asked, you want to settle down?” he laughed, “Want to be Emma’s new mummy?”
“Oh wouldn’t Emma love that,” said Faith sarcastically. Spike smiled at her tauntingly, she looked at him, “I’m not the motherly type Spike.”
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[1998] FAITH’S HOUSE WAS LIT BY A LAMP. That was all. Faith’s mom was passed out on the couch, broken glass on the table. Empty bottles of numerous liquors sitting on the table. The crack of dawn was out the windows of the apartment. Sky was turning blue slowly but surely.
Faith opened up the door. Mom always kept it unlocked. Faith was surprised that no one had chosen to ever rob them, but what would the robbers get from them. She closed the door behind her.
Her mom, passed out on the couch. Faith folded her arms across her chest, time to wake up mom. Never a good idea, but her mom had a job she wasn’t at. Faith patted her arm, “Mom, time to get up.”
Mom didn’t get up, “Mom!” said Faith forcefully. Faith wasn’t afraid to get her mom to awake now, she knew she could protect herself, that was the least of her worries though. Faith didn’t want to do it.
Slowly Faith did the usual. Sometimes when her mom would pass out and not wake up Faith would have to take her pulse. Faith did. She felt for it. Of course taking mother to the hospital was also a regular occurrence too.
Nothing, “MOM!!” yelled Faith, she grabbed her by the shoulders, “MOM!!” she demanded that her mom wake up. Faith was in a state of panic, she started shaking her mom, Mom didn’t wake up, “MOM, WAKE UP!!”
She then started doing CPR, tried to resuscitate her. She pushed in on her chest, after a couple times of that, breathed into he mouth. Did it again.
Her mom wasn’t waking up. Faith stopped trying to resuscitate her when as she tried to wake her mother she broke her ribs, pushed down to hard. Faith had tears coming to her cheeks.
Faith started beating her mother in the chest, “WAKE UP, MOM!!” she screamed, “WAKE UP, WAKE, WAKE!!” she screamed.
Her mom was cold. Faith put her head on her mother’s chest. Couldn’t hear the heart beat. Couldn’t feel it. Almost time for school. No more school, no more, mom.
The Happiness she had from finding out she meant something to the world had gone away. Faith backed up and sat in a corner, cried for a moment, watching her mom‘s dead body just lay there. Even if her mother was abusive she’d still loved her mom enough to feel sad that she was gone.
Her mom was broken, ribs, broken. Faith breathed in, heaved for breath. Slowly she stood up. Couldn’t believe that dead shell on the couch was the mother that had raised her since she could remember.
She wiped her tears. She sniffed sadly. Then she went to her room quickly.
Faith grabbed a bag out from under her bed and started putting stuff in it. She walked out of the room and came back with clothes. She went back out, came back with knives. She put the stuff all in the bag. She grabbed the leather jacket she’d brought in.
Faith zipped up the bag and took off out of the house leaving the door open. She jumped over the balcony of the apartment and landed in the parking lot on her feet. She stood up straight and walked down the side walk with her bag, wiping her face.
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FAITH FOUND HERSELF HITCHIKING. Standing on the side of the road, hand out thumb up. Waiting for a car to stop. She had nothing to worry about, just getting out of there. Out of Boston, she could walk but she couldn’t walk the whole way.
Had to get out of there before Eric wondered where she was, began tracking her down. Saw her. She didn’t need him, didn’t need anyone.
A truck stopped next to her, the man waved her in. Faith got in with the young man she closed the door. He then asked, “Where are you heading?”
“Louisiana,” said Faith.
“I can take you to Tennessee,” smiled the man, he seemed nice.
“I’m willing,” said Faith.
“What’s the name?” asked the man.
She didn’t answer for a moment, she’d have to use a different name, “Lora.”
“Okay Lora, buckle up, I don’t bother getting pulled over,” said the man.
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THAT WAS THE BEGINNING OF, her traveling. She went from Tennessee, Stayed in Georgia under the name Lora and Annabel, Annabel was a southern prostitute. Of course this one would leave the man un satisfied and broke. Maybe beaten if they weren’t willing to become broke.
Faith didn’t have sex for money, she did it for a stress relief. Mean time she was slaying at the point of sun down, before she found herself a man to help with the depression she was in, sometimes she’d be with them for 5 days, then she moved on.
She couldn’t be located really, maybe by her description, but the authorities didn’t care since Prostitution was illegal. Some men never told anyone either that they’d been beaten easily out of there money by a small teenage girl.
She went to Florida for a little while under the name of Susan, then she was in New Orleans. Louisiana. There she went by the name Grace. All that traveling in a 2 month time period.
The Watcher’s council didn’t know where she was but followed the reports of a 5’4” dark haired young woman with red lipstick and leather on who had beaten over 30 men out of their money. And vampires seemed to be kind of scared to go to the places this happened.
Eric was sent to Louisiana after a group of 6 vampires were killed in a Mardi Gras party by a young lady matching that description. He was lucky. He happened upon Faith while she was sitting at a table in a bar surrounded by a bunch of men.
She had a sign that said: $20 for a kiss you’ll never forget. The men were whooping for her as she would get the money and then kiss the guy, but if he tried anything more then a quick 1 minute fondle she punched in the face and he’d be down, for a couple of hrs.
Eric went up behind her as she was pulling away from a guy, “I’ll pay you 30 just to talk.”
“Well you’ll have to wait your turn,” she said.
“This absurd,” he said as she turned towards him.
“You,” said Faith. She looked around at her fans, then she looked back at him, “Lets go outside, or somewhere quiet.”
“Alright,” said Eric.
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FAITH TOOK HIM TO HER ROOM. A little motel room, think she’d be able to afford more. She was getting good business. She closed the door and locked it behind her.
“I take it you don’t want me to flash you for beads,” said Faith turning towards him.
Then Eric started the regular ‘British Ranting,’ “What the bloody hell do you think you were doing out there. You run off, pose as a prostitute-”
“What Walds, did I get your hopes up?” asked Faith.
“Shut your mouth young lady,” he said outraged, “You’re 18 for Christ’s sake, you dropped out of school. That night did anything I say to you make you think that this was okay. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?!”
“Shut up about my mother,” she said going up to him, “You know nothing about my mother, nothing.”
“This is insolent, completely stupid, you’re better than this,” said Eric.
“Got to make money somehow,” said Faith brushing it off.
“Get a job, not put up a sign so you can kiss old men and young boys,” roared Eric, “That’s not a job, that is foul. That is stupid-”
“Fine, we’ve established you think I’m stupid, I’ve been slaying, keeping people safe,” said Faith, “Doing my duties, what more do you want?”
“Then you beat them senseless afterwards and take there cash, Faith, this is not who you are,” said Eric,
“You don’t know me,” growled Faith.
“I know enough, I know you’re a bright girl. That sign may have been stupid, but inventive,” said Eric, “And completely wrong. But you can think-”
“You’re not my dad, you don’t run me,” said Faith.
“I can make suggestions, this is America,” said Eric.
“This isn’t whatever screwed country you came from, you can’t just come in here with that prim accent and run me,” said Faith.
“I know loosing your mother is hard-”
“It’s not that hard anymore,” growled Faith, “I learned stuff from my mother, don’t trust anyone.”
“You can trust the Council,” coaxed Eric.
“I don’t know this council,” said Faith, “I don’t know anything about them, except they stalk, track down people like me.”
“You’re not the only slayer,” said Eric, “But you’re the one I am to watch. I am to train, do you ever consider what I could do for you?”
“You still have that $30?” she asked.
“Stop that,” said Eric, “Listen, you can come with me, I can house you, give you the clothes, what you need, you can get the rest of your education, live a life. Not this Trash.”
“I’ve already gotten this far,” stated Faith, “Why stop now?”
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FAITH WAS WALKING THE HALLS OF THE HYPERION BEFORE DAWN. Everyone no doubt was sleeping. She went down stairs. Emma was sitting on the counter, “Morning Junior,” said Faith going towards Emma, Emma looked at her, as she ate her sandwich. Faith spoke again, “Don’t teenagers sleep late?”
“Not all of them,” said Emma, she looked at the red marks around Faith’s wrists, “You and Dad been playing good cop, bad cop?”
“Well actually it was more of a hostage situation,” said Faith, proudly.
“So are you going to be my new mummy?” asked Emma.
“You heard that?” asked Faith standing in front of her.
Emma brushed hands off, no sandwich crumbs, “I hear more then I need to hear.”
“Well, kid, I hate to rain on your parade but I’m not going to be your new mom,” said Faith sitting on the counter.
“If you were, then I’d have to hate you,” stated Emma.
“You don’t hate me?” asked Faith amazed, “No seething hate of all things that are slayer.”
“No, you’re good in my book,” said Emma. She leaned against the wall behind her, “Just don’t hurt him.”
“Oh, I’m gentle-”
“Ewe,” said Emma, “Not bloody at all what I meant, ewe, yuck,” she put her hands over her ears, “What are you trying to do, kill me?!”
“Sorry,” laughed Faith, “More than you needed to know.”
“Exactly,” said Emma firmly, “I meant, don’t lead him on. I don’t need my dad going all broody over you.”
“Don’t worry kid, just ignore the grown ups,” teased Faith, Faith moved around to the other side of the counter and grabbed herself a beer out of the frig, “You’re 17 right?”
“Yeah,” said Emma, “Why?”
“Well, you can’t have a beer can you?” she questioned giving her a Pepsi.
“No, prefer not to.” Faith got up on the counter, Emma looked at her confused as she held the can in her hand. Faith popped open her own can. “What are you doing?” asked Emma.
“Hanging out,” said Faith, “Don’t tell me that I’m not cool enough.”
“Why?” asked Emma.
“Just hanging out, having a beer,” said Faith.
Emma looked down then back at the can, then at Faith, “What’s prison like?”
“Why?” asked Faith, “You itching to go?”
“No, as far as I’m concerned I’m off the hook,” said Emma, “Wolfram & Hart wanted me all to there sodding selves.”
“Okay, Prison,” said Faith, “Uh… Cells, bars, cops, and ladies all over the place that wouldn’t mind going gay for a night.”
“Ewe,” said Emma.
“See, Quortoth has nothing on Prison,” joked Faith.
“Really?” asked Emma, didn’t believe Faith, “I’ve been killing demons since I was 5, I’ve seen things that are freaky there, and prison is full of a bunch of humans.”
“Sometimes they’ll fight you to prove they‘re a bigger bad ass then you,” replied Faith, “But don’t worry on that part Junior, if you were to go to prison they’d have nothing on you.”
“Ooh, I like that, tell me more,” said Emma excepting that statement as a compliment.
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[1998] “TELL ME MORE,” said Faith, she was wielding a weapon, sword.
Eric had taken her in, then was a gym that had been prepared for slayer training. Eric had a weapon, “Well the demons you meet may be weaker or stronger than the average vamp.”
“So you can use the different weapons, I see that, understood,” said Faith twirling around the sword and clashing swords, fencing kind.
“I thought you’d know that,” said Eric going to slice her.
She knocked the sword out of his hand kicked him in the chest against the wall then she jumped up and put the blade to his neck, “I did, just trying to make you feel like you’re needed around here.”
“Alright, battle done, put back your weapons,” said Eric. Faith didn’t move, Eric looked at her intensely, “I told you, go put back your weapon.”
“Maybe I don’t want to,” said Faith, “Can you fend me off?”
“I’m training you, you’re not training me Faith,” said Eric.
“This is New Orleans, nothing says I can’t show you something,” said Faith.
“Fine,” said Eric.
They looked at each other, Eric was waiting for the right moment. Eric kneed her in the stomach. She went back. He quickly kicked the sword out of her hand. “Ow,” said Faith, “Fine, I won’t go easy on you.”
Faith went at him. Eric ducked a blow but was then kicked in the chest, he hit the wall again. She went to punch him in the face, he ducked out of the way. He went to pass her but she grabbed him and slammed him back against the wall.
“How about that?” taunted Faith.
“Fine, you’re a mean slayer,” stated Eric, “Go put up your sword.”
Faith didn’t do it holding him against the wall. Slowly there glares didn’t matter. For No thought passed really through their minds, and automatic action occurred. Slowly their faces moved closer together their lips hardly touched when Eric pulled himself away.
He moved past Faith seriously, “Put up your weapons.” He passed her and went out of the room. Faith watched him, her breath in her throat, she bit her bottom lip.
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[NOW] “You can stay here as long as needed,” said Angel standing in his office.
“I don’t think so, I think I’m going back to the life of the road, I’ve never been to Utah,” replied Faith leaning against the desk, next to Angel.
“You sure?” he asked leaning against the corner of his desk, “Lot of Mormons.”
She put her hands in her pockets, “Being around here, makes me feel obligated.”
“Obligation, responsibility maybe that some things you need,” said Angel.
“I’ve already had Sex with Spike, I think it would just be awkward from here on out,” said Faith.
“I don’t need to know that,” Angel said Disturbed.
“You and Emma are on the same page,” said Faith, “But this just isn’t the life for me.” she put her hands in her pockets, “I’m more of a fast paced kind of girl.”
“This is L.A. Fast paced, we have all kinds of clients,” encouraged Angel.
“Sorry man,” said Faith, “But I’m growing moss on my wheels, I need to get going. Don’t worry,” she pat him on the shoulder, “I’ll be around Angel, come, pay visit. Hey, if you ever get turned human, I’ll come straight here, for a ‘visit’ , if you know what I mean.”
“Ah, a rolling stone gathers no moss,” said Angel.
“Okay,” said Faith, she looked at him, “Fine, I’m gathering moss on my stones.”
“You’re always Welcome here,” said Angel.
“I can catch a signal,” said Faith.
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ERIC WAS IN HIS ROOM STILL AN HOUR LATER. Eric got off his bed then started putting his stuff in his bag. The door knob jarred then fell off. Faith walked in and threw the other part of the door knob to him, “What’s with you. Wait,” she saw what he was doing, “Why are you packing?”
“Faith, I didn’t know how to tell you,” said Eric, “I’m Leaving.”
“Leaving, why?” asked Faith.
“Being Transferred,” stated Eric setting the broken door knob down on his bed.
“Transferred, still means leaving,” growled Faith.
“You’ll have a new Watcher, Marilee Lisman, she’s good,” said Eric.
“What?” demanded Faith, “I don’t need a new watcher.”
“You’ve advance quite well the past 5 months, I’m proud, but I have to go,” said Eric.
“No, you don’t,” said Faith.
“Yes I do,” he replied, “You’ve been a very good friend, I won’t forget you.”
“We had something just now,” said Faith.
“FAITH,” growled Eric going to her, “It’s been there quite sometime, between you and I. It can’t happen, nothing can happen. I’m being transferred for your own good.”
“No, cause you don’t want to be burdened by-”
“Slayer’s live a short life Faith, many not older than 25, I’ve explained that to you many a time. I think I’d be a risk,” said Eric.
“No, you wouldn’t,” said Faith.
“And it’s protocol,” said Eric.
“Screw Protocol!” yelled Faith.
“Okay, Watcher’s and Slayer’s do not get attached, it just turns out too bad,” said Eric, “And when they get attached, it should be Father daughter, not-”
“It’s not the same,” said Faith.
“Yes, Faith, it turns out bad, 1344, the slayer, Audrey and her watcher, Audrey killed herself when her watcher was killed. He gave himself up for her. 1689, Slayer Marion her and her watcher were killed, cause they protected each other. 1754, The Watcher of Louisa La Foral went evil and killed his slayer because she wouldn’t kill him,” said Eric, “There’s so many tales, and we have to stop this right here.”
“I’ve never felt like this,” she stated, “This isn’t me.”
“Exactly,” said Eric, “Now I’m leaving and I’ll always remember you as my success.
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LOOK AT ERIC WAS ALL SHE COULD DO. Eric was grabbed up by the leader of the pack of the vampires. He was thrown onto a medal table and his shirt ripped open by a the leader. “Come my children,” laughed, Kakistos.
The vamp’s followers that weren’t holding down Faith went towards Kakistos and the struggling Eric. The female vampires bit into his chest. The males bit into his arms. Kakistos got the throat. Trick across the room just walked out of the room.
The vampires there drank deep as Eric yelled in pain. Faith struggled harder to get away. But she wouldn’t be able to. The vampires moved away from Eric, Eric looked at her with the last bit of life he had left, “Faith,” he gasped.
Kakistos got the final drought of him. Faith started struggling harder.
The vamps went towards her. Faith couldn’t find her axe. One of the Vamps went up towards her throat to bite her. That gave her a chance to do something. He let go of her where he held her arm. She pulled it away hit one vamp in the head then punched another in the crotch as it went towards her. Her legs were free. She ripped her arm from the vamp that had it.
She spun around and kicked one of the vamps across the face. One went to kick her down, she jumped up and kicked him in the face. She landed on her feet spun around and punched on in the face, grabbed him by the hair and tossed him down to the ground. She broke a stake as she was grabbed by the hair and thrown against a wall.
She staked the vampire that went over her to bite her. She ducked one’s blow. Swung her leg around him and kicked him against the wall behind her, she staked him in the back. One came up behind her, she backed kicked him. Backed handed his companion and staked the two still in front and her back to them.
Faith spun up and kicked another in the face. Spun around kicked him in the face again. Rolled out of the way of two vamps, onto her feet. She staked the on in front of her. One went to kick her off her feet, she jumped up onto a table, kicked him in the face. Faith flipped over the one on the other side of the table, staked him.
Kicked another off there feet. Jumped up and kicked the one in the head grabbed them and tossed them into another. A vampire with a blow torch came at her. She jumped out of the way standing up and getting punched in the face. She got it again.
Faith was thrown on the floor. One went down towards her to bite her. She kicked the vamp off her, flipped back up on her feet. Punched him in the face. The one with the blow torch coming towards her. She staked one then the other.
She was kicked against a wall and then punched in the stomach. She threw her fists forward and punched the two vamps on her right and left. Then she kicked one in the crotch. The one with the torch came towards her. Faith rolled out of the way of the fire.
Came up on her feet, she kicked the torch from him. The blow torch hit a wall and blew up. Some of the vamps caught fire.
Faith saw through the scared vamps and fire vamps. Kakistos. She ran at him, saw her axe and pick it up. And as the vamp ducked out of the way of her axe she cut his skin off his face. The vamp grabbed the stake blood getting on it, threw it down and punched her. She went at him. He jumped out of the window glass falling to the floor.
Faith ran forward and out the window through the air. She tried to follow Kakistos, but, the demon was gone. And Eric’s body, even if she could of saved him, maybe just maybe. It was burning up in that old factory.
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[NOW] SPIKE WAS PUTTING ON HIS SHOES. “Hey there lover,” said Faith going into his room, seeing him on his bed.
Spike turned towards her, “Leaving still?”
“Yeah,” said Faith, “I’m kind of freaked out by Angel trying to overestimate my testosterone levels.”
“Oh, Mr. Doom & Gloom trying to make jokes again is he?” he asked setting his leg down, boots on.
“Yeah, I guess,” said Faith sitting down next to him.
“You goin’ to be comin’ around anytime soon slayer?” questioned Spike.
“Maybe, I’m going to head to Utah,” said Faith.
“Good luck there, probably be able to find yourself a little man with 13 wives and tiller,” smiled Spike.
She smiled wide biting her lip, “I’m more a tractor kind of gal.”
“Can’t beat a tractor I guess,” smiled Spike calmly looking off at the door.
“Your other half was telling me not to break your heart,” said Faith.
Spike looked at her, “Did she?”
“I think she just wants to be prepared if we were to take the relationship further,” said Faith.
“Why?” asked Spike, he had a certain look to him, a gleam in his eyes. Kind of weird but sweet in a way, “You want to?”
“No,” taunted Faith, “Why don’t you listen.”
“You want to clean out my ears for me?” asked Spike, his sweet smile turned into one you’d expect from a happy evil man.
“I’d have to take you to the police station first,” she taunted.
“Oh, officer, please the hand cuffs are too tight,” laughed Spike making fun of her.
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Angel was looking through his desk for a file. He was looking, then he found something, a lacy pair of underwear, black. Erotic looking, He lifted them up and looked at them. Then he looked annoyed, looked like he could cry he was so disturbed, then he moaned, “Oh, no. Not the desk.”
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