Is it me, or was that Angelus. And Anya. Or maybe Anyanka. Was it Anyanka. It was hard to see in such a dim light. I'm not entirely sure whether it was Angelus. I mean, I couldn't see his face, but the growl gave it away. Was it a growl? Did Angel/Angelus actually make the noise. It might of been Anya. Or Anyanka....... But HOW??? It was dark, maybe I made a mistake, maybe it was a pair of lookalikes. But that still leads to, why were they in a bush? If it wern't Anya and Angel I mean. Why would two normal people be in a bush for christ sake? And anyhow, what are the chances of havin Angel's lookalike, and Anya's lookalike in a bush: together. A bit of a coincidence. But they have to be lookalikes! Anya is dead. I saw her body when I left the falling school. Of course I didn't tell Xander I saw, but I did. She'd been slit through the middle. Humans don't survive that kinda thing. And Angel. If it was Angel, he would have said hi. To Buffy at least. And it couldn't be Angelus, or could it....... It wouldn't have been the first time for him to turn bad, Buffy's told me all about their little sexual encounter. I know for myslef it's possible, Richard and me planned to turn him bad again. But what is he doing with Anya. They never exactly...... talked. I just wish I knew what was going on. Could it be the First? He certainly takes form of dead people, but there were two of them. And we certainly kicked the First's butt, and I'm pretty sure we killed him. Willow and Buffy havn't spoken to me since last night, they haven't spoken to eachother. They must be just as confused as I am, 'cos seriously....... this is madness.
Faith, in her usual confident manner, paced around her dark little room. Her head just kept spinning around, wondering what to do. She didn't even know if there was anything she could do. She didn't even know what was going on. Sometimes she wished, that her and Buffy had got along better, they'd have made a good team. She could hear Willow in the kitchen, loading and unloading the dish washer. Whenever there had been a crisis, Faith had noticed that about Willow, she always kept busy. She could hear Buffy too. She could hear her sniffle and cry from the room next door. Faith knew that Buffy had been doing that ever since the destroyal of the Hellmouth. Faith would say something, try and help.... but an awkward silence always seemed to block the words from coming out.
Time ticked on, and Faith had had enough. She couldn't bare to keep thinking about it and not doing anything. She had to get out, and do what she did best. Slay. She thought about assembling the rest of the gang, well if you can call two othere people a gang. But she decided not to. Buffy was probably asleep, and Willow, wouldn't actually warm to the idea of spending time with Faith. When Faith had first arrived in SunnyDale, Willow was the only one who liked her straight off. But things changed, they both turned evil. And now, there were too many things in the way. So she grabbed her coat, and left.
The streets felt so deserted tonight. A single owl hooted in the distance. The leaves danced under the stars. Faith wrapped up warm in her cheap fleece, and sprinted across town. She stared at the pitch black shops, all empty. A couple of clubs played loud music in the distance, echoing through the whole city. She didn't even know where she was going she just had to run.
Where am I going? I don't have a clue. I'm running to nothing. I am so f****in' messed up. I never thought I'd react to anything like this. But it was Angelus for christ sake. The same Angelus that tried to kill me, and Buffy, and everyone else. And there was Anya. It's just crazy. I've seen some damn crazy things before, but this really hit home.
Faith stopped at a large iron gate, and caught her breath. She felt so worked up after the run, she could really do with a fight. But nothing turned up. No demon. No vampire. No nothing.
"Hello Faith, nice seeing you" someone muttered.
Faith spun around, searching for the person who spoke. No one was there. No one at all.
"Hi, can't you hear me properly!" a familiar voice giggled from nowhere.
"Who are you! Show yourself!" Faith screamed in a temper, snapping into fighter pose.
"Now, now, Faith, you know better not to shout. Don't you remember me. Don't you remember all the times I tried to talk to you, all the times you blew me off." the invisible woman bellowed.
"Anya...................." Faith whispered, terrified for the first time in a long while.
"Nope, it's actually... Anyanka. The new and reformed Anyanka of course. I'm no longer that fun, idiotic human. I've changed. And I feel it's for the better."
"You're gonna' wish you stayed dead once I've finished with you!" Faith roared.
"Hah! You think I'm stupid enough to actually become flesh already. All in good time my dear, all in good time. For the time being I will be a little voice in your head, nothing more, nothing less. We don't want anyone killing me now, or the rest of the 'Plan' will not succeed. We need all the help we can get if we want to...... nah, if I told you that you'd probably win," muttered Anyanka.
"SHIT! And Buffy didn't think there wer any demons or vampires left in the world."
And then the voice stopped talking, for now.
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What should I do now. I mean - should I tell Buffy. I actually know it was Anyanka now. And I'm pretty sure the other was Angelus. And what she said - about a plan? Buffy should definetly know about this. But what if she dosen't want to know? Of course she'll want to know. I mean isn't this why she's depressed. 'Cos theres no supernatural to fight. But what if the thought of Angel and Anya brings too many memories back? Like Spike for instance. That's bound to put her in a rotten mood. The thought of Spike. She loved him man. She really loved him. I don't know why, the whole bleached superstar look didn't exactly turn me on. But Buffy did love him. Yeah, but think about it Faith. What's more important. Buffy not knowin and then you having to fight all on your own. Nobody to help if you are really in danger. Or Buffy knowing, where she'd get depressed but when you needed help she'd be there. By your side. And you'd win. What's better?
Faith walkes solemnly back to the house. She stood outside, admiring the beauty of the building. A white veranda on the front, the rest of the house rising from behind. Ivy and grape vines wrapped their claws around the house, tiny golden flowers here and there. The front lawn was large and lushess. Bright, fresh green. How could someone be so depressed when they lived in such a wonderful place. Maybe Buffy didn't notcie the beauty as Faith though. Buffy grew up in a beautiful place. Faith had lived in a grotty bedsit for most of her younger years, and then in a prison cell. If only she could just stand here for ever. But then she remembered - Anyanka.
She pushed open the door, and called up to Buffy.
"B - Hey Buff, I have news. Big news."
No one answered.
"Buffy! Buffy are you here," Faith called desperate.
"Faith what's wrong?" Willow yelped as she ran onto the landing naked.
"Willow, where is Buffy?" she questioned.
"In her room, well if she isn't I don't know" Willow answered panicking.
Faith ran up the stairs and towrds Buffy's bedroom. Something felt wrong as Faith stood in front of the door. She twisted the handle and stepped inside.
Oh my god!
"Jesus christ!" Willow screamed staring at the masacr inside.
"Willow, get the telephone. Call an ambulance. NOW!" Faith screamed, tears bursting from her eyes.
Inside the room, Buffy lay on her double-bed. Blood covered absolutely everyhing like a deep red blanket. The acrid smeel thumped Faith in the face. A sharp knife was held in Buffy's hand, and blood poured from her wrists. Buffy moaned a little, but stayed deeply unconsious. Her face was grey and cold. Her body thin and shrivelled.
Faith ran to her side. She checked for a pulse. She couldn't find one. She listened to Willow beg for the ambulance to come quick.
How could she do this? All my life I thought I was the cowered and Buffy the brave one. But she did take the cowereds way out. She's tried to kill herself! How can this be happening? I knew she was upset, but not this bad. Why? Why? WHY?
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The ambulance arrived shortly after. They'd taken Buffy away on a stretcher. They said that she had a good chance of surviving. Wilow went with them in the ambulance, Faith stayed home and sat in the darkness.
Later, Faith had decided to go out. Just for an hour or two. To clear her head. She just walked, and walked.
"You know this is all your fault."
"Get lost Anya, I don't want your games" Faith replied not moving an inch.
"Just like old times then. You pushing me away. Plus, this isn't a game. This is actually all your fault." the tiny voice buzzed inside Faith's head.
"And how exactly did you work that out? With your magical vengeance powers?" Faith sarcastically giggled from the sofa.
"I'm no longer a vengeance demon Faith. I'm much stronger now. I have more power than you'll ever have. Think about it Faith. What might have happened if you never came to Sunnydale. All the problems you have caused. None of this would have happened. Buffy wanted to kill herself after seeing me and Angleus. We caused a kind of - bad memory. And I wouldn't have been here if you had told someone you had helped me live. You knew I was still alive when you saw me. I cried out to you. But you ignored me!" Anyanka screamed, a ball of vicious flames errupting from her mouth.
"Shut up will you! I did not cause this!" Faith bellowed, the tears slowly falling down her cheeks.
"What if Buffy dies. Imagine what Willow and everyone else will go through."
"That's not my fault!"
"Yes it is Faith. You have never fitted in with the gang. So you didn't mind seeing one member die. You thought it would let you get closer to the gang. Well look what you caused!" Anyanka roared, and she flashed in front of Faith.
Anyanka stood tall and strong, her face sprouting flames from her mouth. Her hair slithered around her, like venemous snakes. Her eyes were black and round, her skin green and pale.
"You might think that this is my fault, but I know that it isn't. And so does Buffy. And plus, now your flesh, I'm gonna beat you proper." Faith whispered, her face now grinning.
"You can try Faith, you can try. But I'm not going anywhere."
Oh yeah. She may seem confident, but I bet she's screamin inside. So let's think tactics Faith. Where first, stumoch or face. Or maybe legs.
"Oh yeah. She may seem confident, but I bet she's screamin inside. So let's think tactics Faith. Where first, stumoch or face. Or maybe legs" Anyanka sarcastically giggled, "You do know I can hear everything you say, whether it's out loud or just a thought. That's one of my new powers."
Faith swung her fist at Anyanka's face. Her hand slipped right through. Anyanka fought back. She dived at Faith, pulling her down to the ground. Pain slithered up Faith's backbone.
"You can't touch me Faith. I can only touch you." Anyanka muttered.
Anya grabbed a nearby bench, and ripped it from the concrete that set it in place. She twirled it around in the air, blancing on one finger. Anya couldn't stop laughing. She knew she was going to win, whatever Faith did.
Anya brought the heavy metal down towards Faith's skull. But Faith quickly rolled over, dodging the blow by a millemeter. Faith grasped onto the bench and smashed it forward into Anyanka's neck.
"I might not be able to hurt you Anya, but it sure looks like becnhes can" Faith dashed leaped head first at Anya but once again slipped right thorugh.
"That tickles" Anya chuckled with glee.
Anya lifted her metal-toed boot, and crushed it inot Faith's mouth. Blood spurted from Faith's lip. Anya spun around and delivered another heavy blow with her leg to Faiths Skull. The bone crunched as her foot contacted the head. Faith yelped in pain but wouldn't give up. Faith jumped onto her feet and yanked Anya's shoe of her foot. She spun it around before it pushed it's way into Anya's back. But Anya didn't care.
How much does it take for this bitch to die
"I told you Faith. I'm not going to die."
"Yes you bloody well are" and Faith threw herself once again at Anya.
But Anya vanished. Faith landed with a thud onto the hard ground, and sighed heavily.
"Hi, I'm back again" Anya had returned to inside Faiths head, "and now, It's time for you to die."
And suddenly, out of the blue, Anya re-appeared in front of Faith, kcicking her head simultaneosly. Faith rolled away screaming. She got to her feet and started to run. She started to run home.
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Anya still followed closly behind, threats pouring from her mouth. But Faith didn't listen and kept on running.
I have to get home. Once I'm home....maybe Willow will be there. Maybe Willow will help.
"What would that freaky little witch do to me?" Anya screamed from behind.
Faith didn't answer. She could see their house. Their beautiful house. As she reached the end of the lawn, a massive yellow star errupted in front of Faith.
"SHIT!" Faith screamed leaping backwards in shock.
Anya now stood in front, a spear held tight in her hand. She manically giggled, before grasping onto Faith's hair, and thrusting her through into the house. Anya flashed next to Faith again, and slipped the spear through Faiths skull, and disappeard.
Ahhh, everything hurts. My whole body is falling apart. I can't feel my legs, I can't feel anything. Oh my god................oh -m-y go-
And Faith was dead. After all the fighting she had done in her life, it had ended up like this. She was nothing but meer bones lying at the bottom of a staircase now. She was nothing.
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