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Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 07.12.01
Title: It's a line from 'Fade To Black' by Nina Gordon. I don't own it, stunning Nina does. *whispers to Nina* If Louise won't marry me, you can! *Gets a dagger filled stare from Nina* Scorpios!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUISE POST!
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas LVI - The Haze of the Biggest Mistake I’ve Ever Made
 
'Buffy? You're going to wear a hole in the floor and fall through it, into the lap of some smelly old person! Just... sit down here and we'll figure something out, I promise.'
 
I know she's trying to help, but it really isn't.
I need to think!
Need to figure out what to do.
 
'Will, I'll stop the pacing, ok? Are you sure there's no spell you guys can do? Make her remember a bit, just a bit, maybe Sunnydale? We can work on that.'
 
I look over to Tara and Willow, and I know I must look pathetic.
Even Tara looks like she's going to start crying.
 
'There's nothing w-we can do. Well, we could, but we'd probably end up frying her brain! I don't think I want to take the risk.'
 
I rest my head on the window and stare out.
Everything looks so normal.
It's not though, everything isn't normal!
It's all changed, my whole life is falling apart and nothing looks any different.
 
I catch a glimpse of something familiar.
Faith?
But, she's upstairs, she's meant to be upstairs.
It is her!
I watch her walk across the parking lot.
Oh my God!
 
'Will! Faith, it's Faith, she's leaving! No!'
 
I have to stop her!
Not enough time to get down the stairs, damn it.
I quickly bring my fist back, and punch a small hole through the glass.
Safety glass?
Someone give me a break!
I punch it again, knocking out the tiny blocks it turned into after my first hit.
Come on Buffy, she's leaving!
I pull myself up onto the ledge, take a deep breath, and jump.
 
 
Faith's POV
 
You need to get a room somewhere, Faith.
Get a room, sleep this hangover and that bitches punch off and you'll be five by five.
 
Head's still pounding.
I walk across the parking lot, but the sound of smashing glass makes me stop and turn round.
I see someone jump from the fuckin' 2nd floor!
Whole place is full of nut jobs!
I see the figure get up and dust herself off.
No, not her again!
Yeah, getting a stalker sounds cool, but when you've got one, it ain't so funny.
 
Faith, why are you just standing here?
I look down at my feet and don't know why they won't move.
When I look up, it's straight into a pair of green eyes.
 
I know those eyes.
 
'Faith, did you read your diary?'
 
She points at that stupid book of hers, in my hand.
My diary?
 
'I don't own a diary.'
 
You don't own a diary, plain and simple.
Don't let her get you all confused.
 
Why aren't my fuckin' feet working!
Feet, you stupid shits, MOVE!
They won't.
 
'Listen to me. I know this sounds crazy because you don't remember, but you do know me. You lived in Sunnydale. We're Slayers, ok, we'll gloss over that for the moment. We're friends, Faith. Damn it, um, you love pizza, but not as much as Taco Bell, especially the little dips! You hate it when I flick through the channels on the tv. You don't own anything in a primary colour and 95% of your closet is leather. Shit, you like Britney Spears, not because of her music but because you want to lick Hagen Daz off her body. You don't have tan lines as you sun bathe topless. Ok, so I don't know why you don't have the other tanlines, yet. For godsake, Faith. You let me f... I mean, we had sex in the MGM toilets, and no, I still can't say the word...'
 
I hold my hand up, stopping this fuckin' noise!
 
'I remember one thing, Buffy.'
 
Is she gonna cry?
Jeez!
 
I slam my fist in her face, knocking her back about 3 foot.
Woah, dude!
Looks like I got super strength.
 
'I remembered I owed you one of those, now leave me alone or I swear I'll dust your ass next time I see you!'
 
Dust.
 
I used to...
Shit, too quick for me to catch!
Dust?
What did I used to do?
 
WHAT DID I USED TO DO?!
 
Stop it, Faith.
That nut jobs confusing you!
 
She's not a nut job, she's just scared.
 
Scared?
Ok, where'd that come from?
She's insane!
I'm the one who should be scared!
 
My legs come back to life and I start to walk away.
Then they stop.
I stop.
I turn around and watch her roll over and slowly push herself up.
She just stands there and looks at me.
She's crying.
 
Everything slows down, barely moving.
I feel my eyes blink, extra slow, when they re-open I'm in front of her.
We're so close.
 
Green eyes.
 
Barely moving; why's everything so slow?
What's going on?
 
I blink again, when my eyes re-open I see my fingers on her face, wiping away her tears.
 
'Don't be scared, don't cry, B.'
 
What's happening?!
 
I blink again, my eyes re-open and she's gone.
No, I'm gone.
I'm not in the parking lot.
Where am I?
It's dark.
When did it get dark?!
I look around.
I don't know where I am!
Where am I?!
 
Feel something on my hand.
I lift it up, and it's covered in dry blood.
Blood?
 
I feel panic clawing all over me.
As I go to wipe it off on my shirt, I see that's covered in blood to.
My fingers brush over my stomach and chest, checking.
It's not mine, the blood; it's not mine!
Whose...?
 
Oh my God, what have I done?