Disclaimers: Joss owns all the BTVS characters, I own the rest. I make no claims to his, he makes no claims to mine. Damn fine cherrypie arrangement.
Title: Marilyn Manson owns the song title, not me. He's a freaky dude. I like him.
Dedications: To whoever designed my new leather, fuck me pants, you rule, supreme. Also to every Nina Gordon/VS fan; we'll rule the world one day, we will.
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Christmas XXXV - The Beautiful People
 
'Hey, poking a Slayer's not allowed! Oh, ok, you're God, I think I have to let you do that... not there, it tickles!'
 
I push her hand off and she smiles at me.
Wow, she really does look like Carrie from Sex In The City.
This is spooky; Xena's in the kitchen and Carrie's out here.
 
Huh?
I look round and see Faith walk past me and go out the door, slamming it behind her.
Dis walks back in, and shrugs.
 
'What did you say to her? Where'd she go? Is it safe out here, with the Devil walking round?'
 
Elle chuckles and leans back on the sofa.
 
'Lucy's probably in watching re-runs of Absolutely Fabulous, Faith's safe. What did you say to her, Dizzy?'
 
'The truth. She needs to sort her head out. Buffy, can you go after her?'
 
I'm already up and halfway out of the door when she says it.
 
'Us Slayers stick together, stay put and I'll bring her back.'
 
I hope.
 
Discord's POV
 
'Don't say anything, Elle, just don't. Say. A. Word. Well, not any nasty ones, please.'
 
I sit down on the sofa, next to her, and feel her arm round my shoulder.
Thanks.
 
'You're my favourite, Dizzy. I'm sorry Lucy picked Dawn.'
 
'I know. Doesn't make it any easier though, I mean, I just had to tell Faith I'm dead. The only bit of family she had and, well, she doesn't have me anymore.'
 
'You don't want to hear this, but you still have a job to do. Lucy won't change the date for the showdown, she'd find all this amusing, you know what she's like.'
 
'Yeah, I know. I'll get changed. Elle, what if I fail?'
 
'You won't.'
 
At least someone's got faith in me.
 
'It's not hard to, Dizzy, you're the best. Now go get changed. I'll wait here. I promise, no peeking!'
 
'Like you haven't seen everything I've got anyway!'
 
'I know, nice rack by the way, Faith takes after you. Go on, scoot!'
 
'Elle!'
 
She squeezes my shoulder then pushes me up.
I grab my bag and head off to the bathroom, to get ready for the big fight.
 
Faith's POV
 
Fuck, where am I going?
This sucks, really, God, damn, sucks!
Can I say that stuff now?
Like, will Elle skin me alive for cursing her?
Oh screw that, I don't care.
 
I look round, I'm in the cemetery.
Us Slayers always come back to what we know.
Just then, I see a newly risen Vamp, dusting himself off.
Your timing's perfect, 'cause I'm itchin' to get some angst out!
 
I run over to him, and before he knows what's hit him, I kick his legs out from under him.
 
'You bitch, I'm going to drink you dry!'
 
I punch him, hard, straight in the side of the head, sending him flat on his front.
 
'Drink me dry? Am I meant to be scared?'
 
'I'm going to rip your neck out...'
 
I kick my boot into his stomach again and again.
 
'I'm fuckin' shaking in my boots. They're nice aren't they? Here, take a closer look!'
 
I kick him in the face, and he screams as his nose shatters.
I pick him up and throw him into a tree and he poofs.
Huh?
I wanted to have some fun, shit, stray branch.
My luck sucks.
I can't even rag on some vamp without it going all wrong!
 
'Nice work, Faith, really. You have the makings of a gruesome soldier.'
 
I swing round, and see someone who I don't really want to have to talk to.
Lucy; in the tightest, shortest, dress I've ever seen in my life.
 
Man, she may be the Devil, but she's got it going on!
 
'I do, don't I? Come on, Faith, let's talk business, and before you go all righteous on me, let me say four words; Discord and Dawn dead. How's that for persuasion?'
 
Why do I know I'm not going to like anything that I hear?