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Comments: Only two more, can ~Miss K~ clear the story line in the time allowed? We'll see...
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Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XLVIII- Shame Crashing, Falling Off of the Tracks Now
 
We're sitting on a tomb, I've lit a cigarette, one of Faith's.
Faith.
 
'Don't interrupt and this'll be easier. My name's Taz, we don't have much of a Vampire problem in Vegas, not as much as you'd think. But lately? There've been more than ever. Word going round is that a Big Bad's trying to open a portal. You being a Slayer and all, I'd expect you to know the seriousness of that. The portal needs the blood of a Slayer to be kept open long enough for whatever they're trying to get, out. They've got powerful magick guarding the servants of this bad dude, that's probably why you couldn't stake that vamp. Don't ask me what he is, I don't know! All I know is that they've got your friend, you want her back, I want them out of Vegas. Seems like we're working towards the same thing, here. Questions? Comments?'
 
'Where are they, and how do I kill them?'
 
All I need to know.
My hand shakes as I drag on the cig again.
She's still alive, Buffy.
You'd have felt her go if she was dead.
Anyway they need her alive for this thing to work.
Why doesn't that make me feel better?
 
'A concrete bunker, in the middle of the outskirts of town. The Mafia used to use it to stash their money, so we're talking fortress. You got any friends? 'Cause we're gonna need them.'
 
'Friends? I've got friends, and fortress or no fortress, I'm getting Faith back!'
 
 
I'm waiting for Tara and Willow to turn their asses around and get back here!
I've been sitting in some shitty road café for a couple of hours.
Taz went to get some 'things' as she said.
Not sure if I trust her and I want to know how she knows all about this.
I explained most of what's going on to Will and Tara on the phone.
With the help of a hundred bucks the guy's driving them back here.
 
The same thing keeps going round my head.
Over and over.
She's gonna be ok.
She's gonna be ok.
Like if I say it enough times she really will.
 
Is she?
I mean, she might be alive, but what if they're doing stuff to her?
 
I feel myself start to cry.
STOP IT!
You need to be in one piece for this, Buffy.
You fall apart and you're no use to Faith!
Just... I need her to be ok.
I need her to be safe.
She should be here, why didn't we get out of there as soon as we saw we were out numbered like that?
But no, we had to be all 'we're tough, we're Slayers!'
Well they kicked our asses.
Shit!
STOP IT!
 
I hear the door open.
WILLOW, TARA!
I run over and hug them, and start crying again.
Damn it!
 
'Buffy, it's ok, we're here. Tara's talked to Giles and we think we have a spell that could work.'
 
'Will, I need more than a could. I need a can work! Did you find out why I couldn't kill them?'
 
Will looks to Tara as she opens her laptop up.
 
'Ok, we think it was a very powerful protection spell, but the fact that they really kicked your... s-sorry, um, they must have been using something to take your Slayer strength away. They'd never be able to hold Faith if they didn't have something like it. We also found the ceremony on here... somewhere.'
 
I watch her click some files open.
What did we do without the web?!
 
We spend the next 20 minutes goign through the spells and ingredients they need.
I can't keep focused.
All I'm thinking about is Faith.
 
Faith's POV
 
I crack my eyes open and I try and focus on... anything.
I push myself up on my legs, trying to get my arms back to life.
My heads swimming, man.
My ribs hurt like fuck!
Every, single, breath, rips into me.
I need to get out of these chains!
I turn my head to look and see how I'm gonna be doing that and feel a stab of pain in my neck.
FUCK!
The chains are big, like big, and without me being all Slayer strengthed up, I don't have a hope in Hell of breaking out of them.
 
'You're awake! Excellent!'
 
I glance round at Mr WWF and sneer at him.
That's it, Faith, you keep the act up.
Don't let him think he's beaten you.
What with you being covered in blood and all, shouldn't give the game away that you're no where near being in charge of this whole motherfuckin' situation!
 
'You waiting for me to come round so we can talk about World Politics? 'Cause you're gonna be disappointed if you were.'
 
'No, I was waiting for you to wake up so I could kill you.'
 
He walks towards me and I feel his fist connect with my head.
I try to hold on, but everything starts to go fuzzy...
 
I'm sorry B.