Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claims to Buffy or Faith.
Comments: How much better do the kittens of the BnF group feel after reading the confirmation of the subtext, that Thomas posted? Yeah, me to. Woo!
Title: *listens to guitar feedback, then track kicks in* It's a Veruca Salt track, I'll put it on my site, for downloading.
Authors Comments: Looky, a storyline! Oooo...
Crossover: Purple Girl aka Taz is owned by Star, she appears in the wonderful fic 'You've Got Mail' I don't own her. Star does. I wanted to make her into a bit more than a bar tender. So here she is.
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XLVI - Shimmer, Shimmer Like a Girl Should
 
Ok, so even I got sick of the strip this time.
It's dark now so we're walking to the cemetery, and you know you have a problem, when the amount rivals SunnyHells!
Faith was still being 'I'm all moody and you've been a bad Buffy! So you get words of less than 2 syllables!'
Don't know what her problem is!
Ok, her problem is Buffy being full of cocktails; seven cocktails... or was it eight?
I mean, we've done stuff since I totally forgot the stuff we'd done before.
And that was the Absinthe, and I only forgot it a bit, well a lot, well I completely forgot it.
But that is so not the point.
Ok, that is the point, but...
I can't even win this argument in my head!
Damn.
 
'Ok! I'm bad! I'm sorry! Will you ever let up making me feel guilty? I can handle my alcohol! Alright, I can't, but I did this time. And that counts, right? Look, see? I'm all 'Hey, Faith, you're still sexy! And by sexy I mean that I, Buffy Summers, think you, Faith Knight, are hot, in a sexy way, which is why I said the word sexy to begin with. Faith!'
 
'Huh? Yeah, ok.'
 
'No, not "yeah, ok". More words! Put more words in-between the 'yeah' and 'ok', like... like, 'Yeah Buffy, you're an idiot for drinking again because you know how bad I felt last time when everything fell out of your head the next morning. So, you're not going to do it again, Ok?'
 
'Sure, B.'
 
'NO! More words! "Sure, B. You made me feel cheap the next morning, and I asked you not to drink again, because I didn't want to risk us having another big fight. But you, B, think you know better, so I didn't talk to you for lots of hours!" Faith? The lots of hours is making me feel lonely, talking to myself, and, and, I'm really sorry. Really, like really, really, really sorry.'
 
We've stopped, and I watch her light her cigarette.
Words?
Any words?
More than two would be really nice!
 
'I know you're sorry, B. No biggie.'
 
Seven!
Seven words!
That's a start, we can work up from here.
I bet by the end of the night I've got her up to at least 10 words, all joined together and making sense.
Then we can...
Slayer sense!
 
I look at Faith, and she's felt it to.
By the way my whole bodies feeling, we're talking LOTS of Vamps, like lots!
 
We take our fight stances and look around.
Something doesn't feel right... can't figure out what, just yet.
Then we see them.
And by them I mean THEM!
 
'You like the odds of this one, B?'
 
That's eight words.
 
'Not really, I count... shit, fifteen. Why are there fifteen vamps? Altogether? And why are they so BIG!'
 
'I'm with you on the big. You wanna stay and fight? Or... shit, we're Slayers, there isn't another choice. Ok, let's kick some ass!'
 
Lots of words.
Just, not really in the mood for the lots now.
 
I run at the first Vamp and kick him in the stomach, then I feel a punch in the ribs.
SHIT!
I feel myself fly backwards, into a grave stone, cracking it in two.
 
Ok, so, that hurt!
I push myself up and fly at him again, taking his legs out, falling on top of him.
I get my stake out and slam it down into his chest, putting all of my weight on it.
But... it's not working!
Why isn't it working?
I look down at his game face and his just laughing!
But...?
 
Faith?
Where's Faith?
 
I feel his hands on my collars and he gets up, pulling me into his face.
I hate doing this.
I head butt him and he loosens his grip enough for me to get away.
 
Faith?
Where's Faith?!
 
I look round and see her on the floor, two vamps, or whatever the FUCK THEY ARE, kicking her in the ribs!
NO!
I start to run over, something grabs hold of my waist, throwing me back into a tree.
I feel myself slide down, hitting the floor, all the wind knocked out of me.
SHIT!
Why didn't he dust?
I push myself up and taste blood in my mouth, I feel the rough surface of one of my back teeth.
He broke one of my teeth!
 
I look round, but I can't see Faith!
I can't see anyone?!
 
'Faith!'
 
Silence.
 
I don't understand?
 
'They need the blood of a Slayer.'
 
I spin round so fast I almost fall over.
 
I see a figure sitting on top of a gravestone.
 
'I know you... what's going on! Tell me or I'll beat it out of you! Where's Faith! And why the Hell didn't they dust?! They were Vamp's, right? What's going on!'
 
I see the figure get off the gravestone and walk towards me, holding her hands up in surrender.
 
'I'm a good guy, well a good gal. I've seen you round, but that's not important. What is important is why they took Faith. Come with me, and I'll fill you in.'
 
I know her... purple hair?
Purple hair?
I know her...
 
'Why should I believe you?'
 
'Because you have no choice.'