Disclaimers: Joss owns them,
not me. I make no claims at all. No harm intended.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty
wrote this 22.12.01
Dedications: To my wonderful
hairdresser, Emma G. She rocks.
Title: Chimaira own it, not
me. Their album is fab.
Discord's POV
Slayers Do Christmas XXI - It's
Your Forced Life
I don't know how long I've been standing here,
staring out of the window.
There's this little squirrel that keeps coming
out, digging holes in the ground.
Probably trying to find his stash of food.
You'd be surprised at what comes out at night
time.
I run my hand over the front of my T.
The blood's dried hard and it crunches as I
ball it up with my fingers.
Who'd have ever thought little Discord would
one day become someone's worst nightmare?
Not me, that's for sure.
I hold Dawn's picture up and look at it.
Not that I need to, everytime I close my eyes
it's there; her smiling face.
I've made my decision now, sometimes you just
have to grit your teeth and get on with things.
Shit, what's the time?
Eleven thirty?
FUCK!
I need to call Faith.
She opens that case and I'm screwed!
Faith's POV
'I told you, I don't know what's in it, B.
Bricks by the weight of it.'
This is like some spy movie.
Wonder if there's cash in it?
Nah, wouldn't be that heavy, I mean, I'm a
Slayer and it's heavy.
Is she gonna ring or what?
Jeez, I wanna go have some fun times with B,
not sit here waiting for her to...
Finally!
I pick up the receiver.
'Yeah?'
'Faith, I could've been anyone. Don't answer
with yeah, makes you sound nasty.'
'I am nasty.'
'Ok, sure, I'm nasty Faith, you're a pussy
cat. I'm coming back tomorrow morning, is that ok, or have you two been
getting used to the privacy?'
'Tomorrow? Cool, gives us plenty of time. Look,
Dawn asked us to Christmas dinner, well not just her, B to, and her mom's
sort of bought the food. You up for it?'
'Dawn? That's kind of her. Count me in. I'll
catch you in the morning. Don't make too much noise.'
'Shut it, Dis. I'll see you tomorrow. Pick
up some beers if you can, we're all out. See ya.'
The phone at the other end clicks, and just
afterwards clicks again.
Shit, have I got something up with my line?
If I have to speak to that whore down at the
phone company one more time I'm going Psycho on her.
I watch as B walks out of the bathroom, all
wet and steamy.
'Faith, your shower is amazing, the head attachment
has all these buttons on it that make the water do all sorts of cool stuff!'
'What can I say. You come round here and you
get good head.'
'FAITH!'
'What?'
'That was rude!'
Not like I'm lying.
Her face though, classic.
Before I know it she's thrown a cushion in
my face.
I swing my body back, making it miss by a mile.
'Buffy Slayer Supreme. Nice shot though, real
talented arm you have there. Anyway, what do you mean rude? You were
happy enough putting your fingers...'
'Don't say it! We wont get any Christmas presents
from Santa if you say the F word all shouty!'
I can't help laughing, she's crazy!
'B, I don't know how to break this to you,
but Santa, he's...'
'La la la la la, not listening to you because
you're about to say something very bad. La la la.'
I walk over to her and kiss her, softly, shutting
her up.
She breaks away and pulls me towards the bedroom.
'Does your bed do anything special, Faith.
I mean, you've got a funky shower, a seriously out there TV and a fridge that
looks like it's from the twenty-third century!'
'My bed only does something special when I'm
in it, B.'
What a line!
I have to laugh at the shit that comes out
of my mouth sometimes.
'Well you'll have to show me won't you.'
'I'm gonna take all night showing you what
special stuff goes on in my bed.'
Lets go and build up a sweat then, Faith.
Discord's POV
A noise outside the front door breaks my squirrel
watching.
Someone come to visit Dis?
A shiver runs down my spine and I walk over
to the security system.
Looking at the monitor I see two figures.
Probably kids, but then it's not unheard of
to send them thinking that they won't get toasted.
That's always a bad assumption, especially
where I'm concerned.
Kids, adults, moms, dads, grandmothers; doesn't
matter.
Anyone of them can blow your head off your
shoulders.
Let's go and see who's come to play with me
then.
I slowly move over to my bag and pull out my
gloves, squeezing the leather over my fingers.
Soft; nice.
Impossible to get blood out of though.
I'm up to my thirty fourth pair.
I walk over and slide the back door open, stepping
out into the cool night air.
Before I've had a chance to look round I feel
hands round my neck, pulling me out.
Then a knee to my ribs.
'Lights ON!'
The ten floodlights all over the back yard
hum to life.
They did send kids!
Jeez, some people and their standards.
Can't be more than twelve or thirteen.
Girls as well.
Statistically they're less likely to be killed,
something about adults and their instincts to protect little ones.
I grab hold of the smaller girl's head, slamming
it to the side, breaking her neck.
She falls to the floor and I step over her
body.
'Do your parents know you're out so late?'
The other one looks at me and pulls a .45 out
and shoots me twice in the chest, point blank.
Concentrate.
The bullets rips through my ribs and out of
my back, sending a splash of blood all over the door.
Concentrate.
I feel my body swaying.
I think she got one of my lungs, I can feel
the other one filling up with blood as well.
Concentrate.
I stumble back, hitting the door and slide
down it, slowly.
Can feel blood starting to drip out of my mouth
as I breath.
I look up at her and see the grin on her face
as she walks over to me.
Her small hands bring out a mobile.
She slips the gun back in her belt and punches
a number in to it.
'Target eliminated.'
She puts the phone back in her pocket, takes
the gun out again.
Can feel the barrel against the side of my
head.
Then she pulls the trigger.