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Well, I decided to post a fic here - it is about when Faith is first called as a slayer. The first part is pretty crappy, but I would love review on it. So please, any feedback would be great.
Payback Part 1
Faith was backed into a corner, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had been in this position before, in fact it was no stranger to her. But when the man who smelt of whisky and cigarette smoke was her father, at least she could be sure she would be alive. Because he would never kill her, he needed her. This was her fault, she had been afraid of going home, afraid of facing him after staying out so late - and now she was going to die.
The man cocked his head, and she stared at the bumps on his forehead. With two of his teeth sticking out of his mouth like fangs, if she hadn’t known any better she would have thought this was a vampire. But vampires were just another fairy tale from another book nobody had cared enough to read to her. She whimpered as he grabbed her arm, preparing to die. She always knew that this moment were come. Hell, she welcomed it. What did she have in her life that was so worth living for anyways? But not that death was here, rearing it’s ugly face and snarling, she wanted nothing more than to be in her trailer, with her own father abusing her - because that was a dance, that was a brutal game they had memorized that she could always predict the ending. Not this. Anywhere but here.
Suddenly, a surge went through her. She couldn’t explain it, she couldn’t think of a word to describe it. Then again, grammar had never been her strong point. She had heard once of a girl getting struck by lightning, and she imagined this is what the what feel like - but no pain.
"Don’t try to fight it girl."
Faith cocked her head at the beast, wiped away her tears and laughed. She knew, that this thing was strong. But somehow she knew that she was stronger. That things had changed. She was boss now, and she loved that feeling.
The vampire started to laugh as well, but before he knew it, the girl had pushed herself to her feet, and was punching him with as much force as she had. She knew, deep down in her gut, that she could kill him right now, snap his goddamn neck if she wanted - but she wanted him to suffer. To suffer like she had suffered, to be the whimpering, sniffling, crying little girl in the closet hiding from his daddy.
"Faith?" Faith could see a woman out of the corner of her eye. "Faith, stake him. There’s a piece of wood over there, finish the job." The woman had a prim British accent, and Faith didn’t give her a second look.
A right hook to the jaw. Her father had down that when she had stolen a pack of his cigarettes, and now this son of a bitch was feeling it. The vamp was barely moving anymore, but she still screamed at it and hurt it in every way she could imagine. Faith looked casually beside her and saw the stray piece of wood.
"Good, now bring that straight down into his heart!"
She picked it up, raised it above her head and brought it down into his heart, feeling herself drop down slightly as he crumbled to dust. Faith stood to her feet, brushed some dust off of pants and walked past the British lady.
"Well, that was quite impressive. You certainly have picked up on this rather fast. My name is Sara Crawford, I will be your....Faith? Where are you going? What are you doing?"
"Payback."