Mathematics: Part Five

Ok this is a fic set in the second season just after the Darla episode. Feedback would be great, I have an idea of where I am going with this but just got to get there .....

The bell shrieked and the emotion kicked in all over the room. People wishing each other goodbye and promising to stay faithful. Others promising to wait for their partner, others were just crying. Then came the ominous sound of phones hanging up and then a degree of silence as the women shuffled back to their cells. This was known to Faith as the “Visiting room tango.” And it happened once every two weeks. She had been in jail for 3 months now and while Angel tried to visit her as often as possible she knew he was busy saving the world and stuff so she didn’t expect to see him every two weeks. It was nice though, to have a visitor. It was also nice it was him, and as much as she hated to admit it, she did still love him. Ok she knew she had tried to kill him … and Wesley ... and Cordelia (if she got bored) but ... well she was getting over that. As she got to her cell she lay on her bed and closed her eyes. Breathing heavily she let the noise fade out from around her. With each deep breath Faith thought of Sunnydale and slowly she drifted to sleep. Something told her she would need it.

“I’m so sorry” Cordelia said again, as she bandaged Angel’s stomach. “It’s ok Cordelia, I don’t mind being stabbed by an employee” Angel muttered.

“I think she wants a raise” Wesley joked but stopped himself when Cordelia glared at him.

“Well,” Cordelia said putting her hands on her hips, “If you hadn’t snuck up on me while I was looking at the weapons ... Really this is you fault. I’m the victim here!”

“Course you are Cordelia, how silly of me to get stabbed by you.”

With the bandage in place Cordelia walked off still muttering about how she was the victim and how it was nearly impossible to get blood off suede shoes. A silence hung for a minute before Wesley asked, “How was your…”

“Visit with Faith?” Angel finished. “It was fine. She is still there, which is a bonus. She hasn’t killed anyone either.”

“Must be really bored then” Wesley hissed. Ignoring the comment Angel stood up, winced and said his goodbyes. Slowly he walked to his room. Leaving Wesley alone to think about Faith as his finger ran over the scar she had left him with. “Bitch” he muttered.

Faith let the feeling wash over her. She was used to it now. The site of the mans face as she stabbed him and Buffy shouting her name in the background. How the body felt when she disposed of it and how many showers she took afterwards. She remembered it all. The fear she felt and the anger she felt inside, still did. This anger was still uncontrolled but she was little by little getting used to feeling it. There was a cough by her door and her eyes snapped open as she sprung off the bed.

“Are you coming for dinner?” Emma asked quietly, as she nervously tugged her sleeve. Emma was in for attempted murder; she had caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her own brother. She had tried to shoot her brother a day later. She was ok as long as you didn’t get on the wrong side her, people never did.

“Sure” Faith said as she jumped off the bed. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and wanted to scream. Her hair was unkept and the uniform blue pants and jacket did nothing for her figure. Longing for her leather pants and a nice low cut top she let out a sigh. Angel said redemption wasn’t easy but why should her hair suffer?

Darla woke with a quiet scream. The images wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop them. Getting up slowly Darla walked to the kitchen of “her” apartment. She knew that there were cameras watching her every move. Drinking a glass of water Darla walked to the window and looked at the city outside. It was a busy place. Even at this time as the sky held a purple hue as the sun set and night dawned it was busy. Grimacing in disgust as she saw her reflection in the window a thought hatched in her mind. Angel wasn’t the only vampire in LA. Not the only one by far. She would get her boy to wish he had turned her himself. Tonight she would escape from her apartment and she would get a vampire to turn her (it wasn’t overly difficult) and then, well then she would pay Angel back. She did after all owe him.