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[goddess_illyria]

The slayer was never far from my mind. Merging my power, essence...my greatness with her mortality left a stain, an imprint of her self, inside my self. I could hear her voice or sense her power even though I knew she was not near. It irritated and annoyed me that something as pathetic as a human, even a human that was a slayer, could continue to

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[wickedslayer]

I didn't even have time to react, still standin' in the office with my mouth agape as Wes sliced into his own throat. Didn't even have time to decide how I felt about the whole thing when Smurfette made her grand appearance. Was about to tell her to flake off, when her hand gripped down hard on my arm.

"Hey!" I yelled only to find myself gettin' dragged off through a portal. Wind blew my hair back and I tried to pull away from her, pull my arm out of her grip when the chaos finally stopped.

Catching my breath I looked around confused, relieved that Illyria had finally loosened her grip on my arm.

"Faith, I need you...."

My breath caught in my throat as I looked up and met her gaze. Except it wasn't Illyria's gaze at all. No large blank blue eyes staring at me curiously, instead I met Buffy's cool gaze. I just stood there for a moment, staring at her. This was all starting to remind me of that day Illyria thought it might be fun to scare the hell out of Wes by pretending to be Fred.

"What.....what is this?"

[goddess_illyria]

I watched as confusion bloomed on the slayer's face. Fear, anger, and betrayal floated in the air around her like a mist. I watched her stare at the form that I was now using and I knew I'd chosen well. The form was unfamiliar, but I had the slayer's memories and I knew how this one acted and moved.

I stared at her, tilting this form's head to the ground and then back up, using the big blue orbs to stare right through Faith. "Faith...it's me, Buffy....B...And, I..." I visualized a memory that I'd stolen from the slayer and continued, using that memory as a template for this interaction.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Faith," I watched as the slayer stood, staring, still uncomprehending and it pleased me. "I need...I need your help Faith...I need you to...to do something for me. Can I...can I count on you Faith?" I walked over to her slowly and gently touched her cheek, "Faith...?"

[wickedslayer]

Her hand was warm on my cheek, and I bit my lip as I looked into her face. It really was Buffy. All the way from the silky blonde hair to the perky rack. She had one thing wrong though. Buffy's eyes were green, and her's were still a piercing blue. This wasn't Buffy, she was fucking....she was fucking using Buffy to get under my skin. And it was working!

Pushing her hand away I shook my head and took a couple steps away from her. "I don't....I don't get what you're tryin' to do to me. But it's not cool." Sitting down on the end of the bed I couldn't stop staring at her.

See the thing was. When I wanted it, when I silently pleaded for Buffy to come bail me out that one last time she hadn't come. No, Illyria had. Sure, in some fucked way I'd always have a weird connection with Buffy. I'd always want her. But I wasn't in love with her. Not anymore.

[goddess_illyria]

Her words were different than the signals leaking from her mortal body. Her mouth spewed forth things her brain told her, but it was her emotions that were ruling her right now. She was vulnerable and was reacting the way I knew she would. I knelt at her feet and stared up into her eyes