Stop the Merry-Go-Round I Want to Get Off.

[buffys_bitch]

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"Angelus. Heard wrong. Unless Soul Boy's been gettin' his happy on spankin' it to the latest copy of Slayers Gone Wild he's still all broody and souled up. Mostly been hidin' in his room and sulking."Faith gave me a look that seemed to suggest I was doing more than my share of that annoying hiding, and sulking. But what was it

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[wickedslayer]

I shouldn't have been surprised when he bit back at me the way he did. Shoulda seen it comin'. We were talkin' about B after all, and when it came to her? Well logic went right out the window for most people and a few vamps. And what the fuck anyways? They weren't the one's that felt it. I was the one that felt like I was trapped in the same fucking skin as her the whole time. Slayer connection. It really was a bitch, especially when I could still feel the pull sometimes. Almost like she was still here. Almost

[buffys_bitch]

"Just seemed better than wallowing. That's all. Besides, you got a better idea?"

I shook my head at her. Didn't have any better idea. That was the problem. It was as if the world had stopped with Buffy's passing. I'd lost all sense of direction, of self. I was just an empty shell...

Faith snatched the bottle from me and started guzzling it down like a trooper. I could understand that need to blot out everything, let the drink take you under, help you forget.

For some reason, the way Faith was draining the bottle made me laugh. It was if she'd had a long dry spell and was making up for lost time. I chuckled at her, genuinely amused for once.

"What? Don't they let you get liquored up in prison?" I commented with a half grin.

[wickedslayer]

"Dude, have you been to prison? So not a good idea to get liquored up there. You get wasted and those Berthas be all up in your face, wantin' to break off a little piece of slayer." I'd meant that they'd try and kick my ass, but that wasn't the only thing to be afraid of. "Or ya know, lookin' to fuck."

With a shrug, I tossed my cigarette into an ashtray he had on the nightstand next to the bed. Turning to look at him again, I smirked slightly. He was wicked hot. B just knew all the cool vamps, didn't she? Well, I mean...Spike was no Angel but he was still pretty hot.

"You know. We met once before, but I was drivin' around someone else's body." Licking my bottom lip a little bit, I watched him carefully as he took another drag. How did vamps smoke if they didn't breathe?

[buffys_bitch]

"Dude, have you been to prison? So not a good idea to get liquored up there. You get wasted and those Berthas be all up in your face, wantin' to break off a little piece of slayer. Or ya know, lookin' to fuck."

Faith wasn't one to mince words or cloak them in fancy language. She couldn't have been more different than Buffy in the way she moved, and talked. But there was an underlying strength there, a stubbornness that did remind me of Buffy. Like they were two different sides to the same coin. If Buffy were here she probably would've broken both of my legs for thinking that. I heard that there'd been a bit of bad blood between them when Faith'd gone rogue. Gone over to the dark side for a while.

Faith didn't look all that evil, sitting on my bed, trying to get plastered on jack. She did have a wicked looking little smirk on her face though. I wondered what she was thinking about to give her that secretive smile.

"You know. We met once before, but I was drivin' around someone else's body.""Is that right?" I replied, intrigued but