The lyrics, which are in bold, are from the song Dragula by Rob Zombie
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Superstition, Fear, and Jealousy
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, stranglin the breeze
Dead I am the sk-
Knock, Knock… Faith sighs hearing the light tap on her door, progressively getting louder. Choosing to ignore it she grabs the remote next to her and turns the stereo up louder.
Dead I am the pool, draining from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purrrrrrrrr
Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditc-
“Faith!” She finally hears her yelled from the other side of your door, in a familiar whiney voice. A voice so annoying that it could only to belong to one, Elizabeth “Buffy” Anne Summers… her step-sister.
She and her father Joyce Summers were originally from LA. Faith and her mother Hank were originally from New York. When the two got married Faith's mother decided that it would just be easier for them to move to California, since she would be able to find a job much easier than hank would. At the time Faith was ten and Buffy had just turned eleven. Technically she was a year older than Faith but only by a few months. Nonetheless thanks to the advanced educational system in New York, during their transactions to California they somehow ended up in the same grade…
Needless to say despite their parents’ attempts, the two girls were never really close.
Do it Baby, Do it Baby
Do it Baby, Do it Baby
Burn like an animal-
Suddenly the door opens. Faith looks up from the magazine she had been reading to find stand the petite preppy unnatural blond of her nightmares standing before her. I knew I should have locked that door. Faith sighs “What do you want?”
“Is it really necessary to blast the stereo, I mean isn’t that music loud enough as it is?” Buffy asks with her arms crossed trying to seem tough.
“No” She answers blankly. “Now did you really come in hear just to complain about the music, which by the way I am not turning down, Or is there some other odd, pointless, annoying thing you needed from me?”
“Actually” She sighs as she enters the room and closes the door behind her. “I need to ask you a favor”
Faith stops the radio and sits up looking at the blond with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh this ought to be good.” She knew better then to ask her for a favor because she knew that the answer would most likely be no.
The only thing she had over Faith was the fact that she was older by four months Wow! Four whole months Other than that, the two girls were about the same height. From what Faith had gathered, she was stronger then Buffy and also had the whole ‘I’m-walking-here-So-Fuck-you-and-the-world’ Stubborn New York attitude that always worked in her favor. “So what is it you need, lovely step-sister o’ mine?”
She takes a deep breath. “Tomorrow, I need you to tell Riley to fuck off and leave me alone.”
Faiths jaw dropped. “Wait. Is this the same guy, whom last week had you all ‘Oh My God! He is the one’?” Riley had been her sister latest victim…Ah. boyfriend. She had a new one like every other week; it was at the point where Faith had no clue who she was with at any given point in time. “What was wrong with this one, didn’t like the way he ate?”
“No!” She says defensively… “It’s well… he talks weird Plus all he ever wants to do is fool around….” He talks weird… She always has a strange irrelevant reason of why she breaks up with guys.
Most of them never make sense but she could afford to do it, because she is the captain of the cheerleading squad and, no matter how much it pained her to say it, even Faith had to admit that she was pretty hot. A good 2/3, if not all of the guys at school wanted her so basically she could change her mind at the flick of a wrist.
Faith had quite a few guys after her to at least that she knew about, but in her opinion they were all too preppy and complete air heads for her tastes. She always preferred the rebels to the ‘who-needs-to-learn-when-you-look-this-good’ types
“Ok, so why do you need me for this? I mean it’s not like you’re a stranger to breaking up with guys.”
“I know but… Riley is a strong guy and I don’t know how he’ll react… what if he forces himself on me or something?” She asks suddenly sounding worried
“Oh so you rather but me in the situation instead? Thanks.” She responds semi-sarcastically
“Riley would do something like that to you, he knows better. Plus I think he’s kinda scared of you…” Sacred of me huh, well this’ll be fun… Somewhere around 8th or 9th grade Faith took her turn and rebelled. She put red streaks in her hair, pierced
her nose and started to dress darker with a defiant flair, along with this came the cold bitch persona at school. Everyone either loved or hated her. But that always how it is with everything isn’t it?
She smirks. “Really… That changes everything.” What could she say, she loved it. There was something about it that always made the darker side of her happy.
“So what do you say, will you do it?” She looks to she sister with a hopeful pout.
Pursing her lips together, she thought about it for a moment. It was always fun to intimidate people but did she really want to help her? It was bad enough that guys were always asking her to try to hook them up with Buffy but Do I really want to do her dirty work? “What do I get in return?”
She looks at brunette with a look of dread mixed with shock “Well… what do you want? ... I mean isn’t it enough to have the satisfaction of helping someone?”
Faith shrugged and looked back down at her magazine. “Whatever, it’s no skin off my back” She grinned inwardly. This is way to freakin easy.
“Of course look who I’m talking to” She sighs and rolls her eyes. “Alright, what do you want?”
“Nothing… Not now at least…” She looks up at her and grins. “I’m going to do this for you but just remember this… You’ll owe me, sweetheart”
Ignoring her implied threat, Buffy's eyes light up and she hugs her sister tightly “You’re the best” This is definitely lethal to my rep. and my life… when did she get so strong? Nevermind. Must end this now!
“I know!” She say while trying desperately to push her away. “Now get off me and get out before I change my mind.”
She lets go and walks over to open the door. Suddenly she turns back to Faith “See, you can actually be nice” Ugh.
Faith throws her a menacing look and points toward the door “Leave. Now.” My name is really threatened here “Oh and no one knows about this. Got it?”
“Got it” With that she walks out of the room and closes the door behind here
Shaking her head, Faith gets up and walks over to lock her door. What are you doing, Faithy? You’re getting soft.
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