The Best Deceptions [Black, Black Hearts]
14 - black
Lilah/Faith
PG-13/Rish
Word Count: 1354
Megan made me do it! I don’t write Faith. I never claimed to write her. There’s only one person I know [knew] that could write her and that’s not me.
Lilah watched the dark haired girl as she made her way through the crowded club, going from one man to the next, dancing until she was sure the poor boy would die of frustration before she moved on. Leaving him frustrated and his girlfriend more than a little pissed off.
There was somewhat of a rhythm to it. The way the girl moved and worked her way over the club; there was an obvious art she had created for herself.
Sipping on her martini Lilah motioned for the bartender to refill her drink. He hurried back and handed her a new drink, a slow smile spread on her lips as she took her drink and handed him a twenty-dollar bill. “There’s another one of his older brothers in it for you if you can get this over to little hot pants down there.” He just grinned as she handed him a folded up one hundred-dollar bill along with a business card; the note attached was simple. ’There’s more where this came from. I’ll make it worth your while.’
The bartender hurried away and Lilah watched as he made his way over to the girl, smirking as she looked up and toasted her glass in the girls direction before turning to walk out to her ride. Much to Lilah’s pleasant surprise she didn’t have to wait long for the girl’s curiousness to get the best of her.
“Don’t know what this is all about, but I ain’t some kind of hooker. Can’t buy-”
Raising her hand Lilah saluted in the way she saw so many girl scouts do on TV years ago, shaking her head. “This isn’t some solicitation of sex, I’m Lilah Morgan and I am one of the top lawyer’s at Wolfram and Hart; you already have my business card. I have a proposition for you.” The girl rolled her eyes. “Alright, you’re a smart girl. I know who you are Faith and I’m more than amply prepared to pay you for your time. A salary that a Slayer deserves mind you.”
Lilah wasn’t sure how she should take the smirk that was on Faith’s lips, nor her silence. Actions spoke louder than words when Faith moved towards Lilah’s waiting limo. Rubbing the back of her neck, Lilah suppressed a smirk; hoping she wasn’t biting off more than she could chew. Then again that’s what working at the firm was all about.
The limo was silent - until Faith found the button for the radio and proceeded to flip off Lilah’s classical to fill the limo with loud rock music. Lilah watched as Faith moved around the limo as if it was hers and she owned it. She kept quiet, knowing that the smallest thing could end up changing Faith’s mind away from what Lilah needed.
“So,” Lilah started, “are you in LA long?”
“You lawyer’s aren’t all that great with the chit-chat.” She rolled her eyes, a smirk forming on her lips as she found the mini-bar. “Cut the shit and get to the point. You want something and my fee ain’t cheap.”
“I have an endless check book, Faith.” When it came to something she wanted money was no limit. Tonight her plan was to screw Lindsey over and get Angel. Two targets, one bullet.
That bullet just happened to be sitting across from her wearing an all too flattering pair of pants and a tank top, digging her way in and taking a bottle of Lilah’s good whiskey out. “So what’s this job and what’s this Wolfram and Hart I keep hearin’ about?”
“Makes the watchers council look like a bunch of British readers with their thumb up their ass.” Faith gave her an amused look as she continued. “We’re an ancient multi-dimensional corporation that has more power than people think. Best part? Humans - the kind that have blind eyes to our world - think we’re nothing more than Jacoby & Meyers, but we dress better.” Lilah waved her hand dismissively. “Regardless, you’re just the person for the job we need. Your target, you should be familiar with.”
Reaching into her bag, Lilah pulled out the file on Angel she kept stashed hidden in her apartment. “Angel,” Faith’s tone was flat as she flipped through the pages, looking at Angel’s new Buffy-less life out here in LA. “You’ve got my interest. We’ll go to your place and discuss business. After you order me pizza.”
A vicious smile came to Lilah’s lips, feeling triumphant that she finally got one over on Lindsey. He made the mistake of mentioning Faith was in town when he knew she was in earshot.
Lilah - 1.
Lindsey - Squat.
~*~*~*~
The moonlight pulled Faith from her sleep and with slow movements she slipped from the bed, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she searched for her clothes. Some of the night’s events were a bit of a fog, but the way they ended left Faith not caring.
Slipping on her pants before looking around and searching for her top, not really caring where her bra went at the moment. She was all for a hot meaningless night, it was always that strange ‘what now’ that always happened after the lust subsided.
It must have been the Jack, that or the fact that Lilah reminded Faith of herself. Older, more expensive clothes; but she could see it. If path’s were different… They were both jaded and stuck in a situation neither could get out of.
Both making the best of it.
That’s all tonight had been; nothing more and maybe a whole lot less. It wasn’t part of the plan, it wasn’t even thought about. It just happened and that was that.
Cracking her neck, Faith slipped on her boots and picked up everything Lilah had given her - including a new cell phone - all of the files on Angel and her instructions. Not that she was going to listen to any of them. She was her own drummer, if Lilah didn’t know that then it was her fault for not doing her Slayer reading that well.
“Hey, come pick me up. Yeah, I’m there.” Faith shut her cell phone and made her way down the stairs from Lilah’s apartment, slinging her jacket over her shoulder while she lit a smoke with her free hand. She hoisted herself up on the ledge to the building and waited for her ride, swinging her legs and tapping on her leather covered thighs to the beat in her head.
She wasn’t waiting long until a dark blue four door pulled up in front of her, the door popped open and Faith quickly got in, slinking into the seat, the sound of leather against leather echoing softly in the car. “Job’s done, where’s my money.” Statement, not a question.
A cocky smile crossed the lawyer’s lips. “All this money I’m paying you and you’re not going to give me a play by play?” He knew he was risking getting hit - or worse - but it was in his nature.
“You’re a twisted fuck, McDonald.” Faith lit another cigarette without even bothering to roll down the window. “Would have raised the rate if I planned on this; would have taped it for your viewing pleasure.” She still wasn’t sure what his deal is or why Lindsey wanted her to keep Lilah busy for a while. She was too tired to even bother asking questions; there were other days for that.
Lindsey laughed as he sped down the deserted LA street’s, bringing Faith back to her hotel room. “Got you a new room and had your things brought here.” She nodded in appreciation, liking the looks of her new temporary home. “Get a good night’s rest, tomorrow we’ll work on our other project.” Lindsey reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope filled with cash and handing it to her along with her room key.
“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes, taking the money and getting out of the car, slamming the door behind her and muttering. “Everyone wants to use me to get to Angel…” As long as it pay’s she’s not going to complain.
Lilah/Faith
PG-13/Rish
Word Count: 1354
Megan made me do it! I don’t write Faith. I never claimed to write her. There’s only one person I know [knew] that could write her and that’s not me.
Lilah watched the dark haired girl as she made her way through the crowded club, going from one man to the next, dancing until she was sure the poor boy would die of frustration before she moved on. Leaving him frustrated and his girlfriend more than a little pissed off.
There was somewhat of a rhythm to it. The way the girl moved and worked her way over the club; there was an obvious art she had created for herself.
Sipping on her martini Lilah motioned for the bartender to refill her drink. He hurried back and handed her a new drink, a slow smile spread on her lips as she took her drink and handed him a twenty-dollar bill. “There’s another one of his older brothers in it for you if you can get this over to little hot pants down there.” He just grinned as she handed him a folded up one hundred-dollar bill along with a business card; the note attached was simple. ’There’s more where this came from. I’ll make it worth your while.’
The bartender hurried away and Lilah watched as he made his way over to the girl, smirking as she looked up and toasted her glass in the girls direction before turning to walk out to her ride. Much to Lilah’s pleasant surprise she didn’t have to wait long for the girl’s curiousness to get the best of her.
“Don’t know what this is all about, but I ain’t some kind of hooker. Can’t buy-”
Raising her hand Lilah saluted in the way she saw so many girl scouts do on TV years ago, shaking her head. “This isn’t some solicitation of sex, I’m Lilah Morgan and I am one of the top lawyer’s at Wolfram and Hart; you already have my business card. I have a proposition for you.” The girl rolled her eyes. “Alright, you’re a smart girl. I know who you are Faith and I’m more than amply prepared to pay you for your time. A salary that a Slayer deserves mind you.”
Lilah wasn’t sure how she should take the smirk that was on Faith’s lips, nor her silence. Actions spoke louder than words when Faith moved towards Lilah’s waiting limo. Rubbing the back of her neck, Lilah suppressed a smirk; hoping she wasn’t biting off more than she could chew. Then again that’s what working at the firm was all about.
The limo was silent - until Faith found the button for the radio and proceeded to flip off Lilah’s classical to fill the limo with loud rock music. Lilah watched as Faith moved around the limo as if it was hers and she owned it. She kept quiet, knowing that the smallest thing could end up changing Faith’s mind away from what Lilah needed.
“So,” Lilah started, “are you in LA long?”
“You lawyer’s aren’t all that great with the chit-chat.” She rolled her eyes, a smirk forming on her lips as she found the mini-bar. “Cut the shit and get to the point. You want something and my fee ain’t cheap.”
“I have an endless check book, Faith.” When it came to something she wanted money was no limit. Tonight her plan was to screw Lindsey over and get Angel. Two targets, one bullet.
That bullet just happened to be sitting across from her wearing an all too flattering pair of pants and a tank top, digging her way in and taking a bottle of Lilah’s good whiskey out. “So what’s this job and what’s this Wolfram and Hart I keep hearin’ about?”
“Makes the watchers council look like a bunch of British readers with their thumb up their ass.” Faith gave her an amused look as she continued. “We’re an ancient multi-dimensional corporation that has more power than people think. Best part? Humans - the kind that have blind eyes to our world - think we’re nothing more than Jacoby & Meyers, but we dress better.” Lilah waved her hand dismissively. “Regardless, you’re just the person for the job we need. Your target, you should be familiar with.”
Reaching into her bag, Lilah pulled out the file on Angel she kept stashed hidden in her apartment. “Angel,” Faith’s tone was flat as she flipped through the pages, looking at Angel’s new Buffy-less life out here in LA. “You’ve got my interest. We’ll go to your place and discuss business. After you order me pizza.”
A vicious smile came to Lilah’s lips, feeling triumphant that she finally got one over on Lindsey. He made the mistake of mentioning Faith was in town when he knew she was in earshot.
Lilah - 1.
Lindsey - Squat.
~*~*~*~
The moonlight pulled Faith from her sleep and with slow movements she slipped from the bed, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she searched for her clothes. Some of the night’s events were a bit of a fog, but the way they ended left Faith not caring.
Slipping on her pants before looking around and searching for her top, not really caring where her bra went at the moment. She was all for a hot meaningless night, it was always that strange ‘what now’ that always happened after the lust subsided.
It must have been the Jack, that or the fact that Lilah reminded Faith of herself. Older, more expensive clothes; but she could see it. If path’s were different… They were both jaded and stuck in a situation neither could get out of.
Both making the best of it.
That’s all tonight had been; nothing more and maybe a whole lot less. It wasn’t part of the plan, it wasn’t even thought about. It just happened and that was that.
Cracking her neck, Faith slipped on her boots and picked up everything Lilah had given her - including a new cell phone - all of the files on Angel and her instructions. Not that she was going to listen to any of them. She was her own drummer, if Lilah didn’t know that then it was her fault for not doing her Slayer reading that well.
“Hey, come pick me up. Yeah, I’m there.” Faith shut her cell phone and made her way down the stairs from Lilah’s apartment, slinging her jacket over her shoulder while she lit a smoke with her free hand. She hoisted herself up on the ledge to the building and waited for her ride, swinging her legs and tapping on her leather covered thighs to the beat in her head.
She wasn’t waiting long until a dark blue four door pulled up in front of her, the door popped open and Faith quickly got in, slinking into the seat, the sound of leather against leather echoing softly in the car. “Job’s done, where’s my money.” Statement, not a question.
A cocky smile crossed the lawyer’s lips. “All this money I’m paying you and you’re not going to give me a play by play?” He knew he was risking getting hit - or worse - but it was in his nature.
“You’re a twisted fuck, McDonald.” Faith lit another cigarette without even bothering to roll down the window. “Would have raised the rate if I planned on this; would have taped it for your viewing pleasure.” She still wasn’t sure what his deal is or why Lindsey wanted her to keep Lilah busy for a while. She was too tired to even bother asking questions; there were other days for that.
Lindsey laughed as he sped down the deserted LA street’s, bringing Faith back to her hotel room. “Got you a new room and had your things brought here.” She nodded in appreciation, liking the looks of her new temporary home. “Get a good night’s rest, tomorrow we’ll work on our other project.” Lindsey reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope filled with cash and handing it to her along with her room key.
“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes, taking the money and getting out of the car, slamming the door behind her and muttering. “Everyone wants to use me to get to Angel…” As long as it pay’s she’s not going to complain.