COAUTHOR: Evil Willow
SERIES: Black Dove
PAIRING : Faith/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : Revelations, after that
it’s alternate universe
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters. Nor do I own “Black Dove” (Tori Amos), “Cruel” (Tori Amos),
“Closer” (Nine Inch Nails).
NOTES & WARNINGS : bloodplay,
S&M as well as mentions of child abuse and rape
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Faith’s Apartment
5:30 am
“Name’s Spike, and I’m a little tired, Luv. Would you mind
shuttin’ the shades? I don’t fancy bein’ dust when the sun rises in a few minutes.
And then you can come back to bed.”
The blond vampire grinned at the girl.
“You’re a vampire,” Faith said dumbly.
Spike chuckled, and said, “Two points for you. Now be a good
girl and shut the shades.”
*He’s smirking at me. He’s laughing at me!* Faith saw red,
and she dove for the bedside table, specifically the drawer where she kept her
stake.
Spike was too quick for her though. He realized what she was
doing, and dove for her, knocking her to the floor. He grabbed her arms,
pinning both wrists above her head with one hand, and pinned her legs with his
own.
“Lemme go, you bastard!” Faith screamed. She tried not to
think about the fact that he was naked, and she was too. When he’d knocked her
to the floor her sheet had wandered off somewhere. *He’s naked, and he’s
pressed up against me. Oh God. In all the right places.* “Get off!” she
struggled harder, then stopped as that only served to make her more distracted.
Spike chuckled, “Now, now, Luv. I don’t remember a hell of a
lot of details about last night, but I do remember you were *not* asking me to
get off you. If I recall correctly, it was just the opposite. ‘Faster, William.
Harder William.’ He leered at her, “Shame on you, I know they don’t teach ‘em
that in Slayer Training. Not that I’m complaining though. I think I enjoyed
it.”
“I was drunk,” Faith replied through gritted teeth. *Get
off, get off, get off. I can’t take much more!*
“I’m sure The Slayer would love to hear all about it. And
Rupert. And all the little Slayerettes,” Spike said, grinning at her, enjoying
the advantage he held at the moment. “Something tells me that won’t go over
well with all of them.”
Faith glared at him, “I don’t give a fuck what Buffy or her
stupid friends think about me.”
“Maybe you don’t care what *they* think about you, but I
think you do care what the Council thinks about you. If they find out, and I
promise you they will if you don’t play nice here, they’ll drop you without a
second thought. Where’s that leave you? Selling that pretty little body of
yours to keep from starving?”
She didn’t reply, but looked away, admitting defeat.
He slowly got up, but grabbed the stake from the drawer as
he walked over to the window. He pulled the shades down, and laid the stake next
to him on the table. He reached over for his jeans and pulled them on. He
looked over at her, and watched her quickly pull on her clothes from the
previous night. She then turned to glare at him. “I’ll make a deal with you,”
Spike offered. “You don’t want Bitchy and the others to find out about us, and
I don’t really want to fight you or the sun. You let me stay here ‘til sundown,
and I’ll keep last night our little secret.”
Faith looked at him in disbelief, “I’m *not* letting you
stay here!” she yelled. *No, because then I’ll probably just have to either
stake you or fuck you again. Stake you. Definitely.
“Up to you,” Spike shrugged. “You’ll lose all your
friends--”
“What friends!” Faith yelled, cutting him off. “Buffy?” She
laughed. “Buffy only cares about Buffy. And Angel. Or should I say that Buffy
only cares about fucking Angel.”
Spike put a hand to his face to hide the smile. *This is too
easy. Already found the weakness.* He gave her what he hoped was a sympathetic
smile, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Slayer been treating you like shit,
huh? Sorry to hear that, Luv.”
“*I’m* the Slayer,” Faith spat the words out at him. “B’s
just a has-been.”
“She’s the *real* Slayer,” Spike argued, shaking his head at
her. “You...well you’re just a fluke, Luv. A mistake.” He grinned as she dove
at him, fists flying. He grabbed those fists, and twisted with her, pinning her
under him again, on the bed this time.
“Shut the fuck up!” she screamed. “I’m the Slayer! I’m
better--” She struggled against his hold, and then gasped as he ground his hips
against hers. She looked into cold blue eyes, and then let her gaze stray to
his mouth. She remembered that mouth, and its skills.
Spike ground his hips against hers, he didn’t know why
except that he felt like it. He smiled when she responded with a gasp. “I’m
sure you’re better at some things,” he said with a chuckle, noticing her
heartbeat speed up.
He waited until she looked into his eyes, then he repeated
the movement again. He was rewarded by a soft moan from her. *Well bloody
fuckin hell. A girl who likes to live dangerously. She’s not afraid of me in
the least. Wait a minute, I should do something about that. Later. First it
appears that I might just get another good fuck in--*
Meanwhile Faith tried to remind herself exactly what it was
she was pinned under. *Get a grip, Faith! You need to dust him, not fuck him!*
She sighed. *It’s a shame, though. He was such a good--NO!*
Spike misunderstood her lack of struggles for willingness. As
he released her arms, she took the opportunity to shove hard against his chest,
pushing him backward. Spike landed on the floor at the foot of the bed with an
angry and surprised yell.
Faith laughed, and dove for the stake. When she looked up,
though, he was gone. She looked through the window, and saw that he’d thrown a
sheet over him and made a run for it into the daylight.
“I’ll get you later,” she said, and went to the bathroom to
shower.
Spike located his car again and found a bottle of whiskey
he’d missed the previous evening.
“Hello,” he greeted it with a smile. He popped open the
bottle then, downing half of it in one gulp. “Just the thing to deal with a
nasty hangover-in-progress.” He then curled up in the back seat to sleep off
the day.
“Now what do I do,” he wondered before he fell asleep.
“Suppose I could play with the new Slayer a little. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Besides the fact maybe she could help me get rid of that idiot Sire of mine.
Only HE would manage to get out of hell,” Spike said in irritation. “Well I’m
gonna send him back there.” he added.
As he drifted off to sleep, his last thought was, “If it
wasn’t for him, Dru and I could’ve been happy.”
12 pm
Faith was walking down the street to get lunch when she saw
Giles pass in his car. “Oh shit,” she muttered, and ducked into an alley.
Too late.
“Faith,” she heard from behind her. She sighed and turned
back to face a very disapproving Giles. “Hey Giles, what’s up?” she tried,
hoping to lighten the mood.
“I hink you should contemplate coming to school this
afternoon,” Giles said. “Come by the library at one, I need to speak to you and
Buffy. There’s a new threat back in
town and you and Buffy will need to deal with it tonight.”
“Oh, no,” Faith argued. “I’m not dealing with her.”
“You *will* deal with her,” Giles said, and the expression
on his face dared Faith to argue. “I know you’re upset that she kept the news
about Angel from you, but that’s in the past. Let’s concentrate on the present.
I’ve spoken with the Council, and you are to remain here in Sunnydale until
they send you a new Watcher. And you will continue to patrol with Buffy until
that time.”
“But Giles--”
“If you choose to defy me, I will inform the Council that
you are not Slayer-material,” Giles interrupted, his face hard. “If I do that,
they will cut you loose. And I think we both know what will happen to you then.
You will be sent back to your family, but they won’t want you back. And then
what will you do, Faith?”
As he smiled at Faith cruelly, she stared back at him for a
moment in shock. *Wonder if Buffy has ever had the privilege of seeing Ripper
in action?*
“Thought you got him out of your system,” she said finally.
Giles blinked at her, obviously surprised. “I don’t know what
you’re talking about,” he said. “The library at one . And that’s not a
suggestion.”
“Sir, yes sir,” Faith muttered under her breath as he walked
back to his car.
Sunnydale High Library
1 pm
Giles entered the library to find the gang sitting at a
table talking, as it was a mutual free hour. They were discussing their SAT
scores. “I want a do-over,” Willow wailed, upset about her “failure”.
“Wills, a score of 1460 is NOT proof of need for a do-over,”
Xander rolled his eyes at her.
“I could’ve done better!” Willow protested. “I *should* have
done better!”
“A score of 1460 is excellent,” Giles said. “You can get
into almost any school you wish.
How about you, Buffy? How did you do?”
Buffy sighed and handed him the report.
Giles read it, and looked at her. Then he looked back down
at the report. Then he looked back at her. Then he looked down again.
“Say something!” Buffy said.
“I’m shocked,” Giles said.
“Gee thanks,” Buffy frowned.
“That’s not what I was implying at all,” Giles protested.
“It’s just that with everything you’ve had to deal with... Well, I’m amazed
you’ve had time to study, and that you had the concentration to pull off such
an excellent score. With a 1430, you can *also* get into almost any school you
wish.”
“Yeah, because I *can* just pick up and leave Sunnydale,”
Buffy replied, shaking her head.
“Well, maybe you can,” Giles replied.
“What?” Buffy looked at him in surprise.
“I’m just saying that with Faith here, maybe you could take
a...” He trailed off as he saw Buffy’s glare. “Or not,” he shrugged. “I do
think you should explore your options, however.”
“Yeah, well, we need to talk about Faith, before you get all
thrilled about her,” Buffy said, her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t say anything
before, but Faith left us last night when we needed her help.”
“Buffy!” Xander interrupted her, frowning. “How can you say
that?”
“What?” Buffy looked at him, and then the rest of the group
innocently. “It’s the truth.”
“Oh no,” Faith walked in then. “Truth coming from Buffy.
That’s gonna be good for a laugh.”
She giggled, walked over to the table and sat down, between
Xander and Oz.
“You left the Mansion last night?” Giles said, looking at
her angrily.
“Me...wha--?” Faith was having trouble processing the
question.
“That’s right,” Buffy said, looking at Faith hatefully. “She
ran off to let us deal with Gwendolyn the psychopath on our own.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Faith stood up quickly, knocking her
chair over in her haste. “You will NOT lay that on me. YOU told me to leave,
B.”
“I didn’t,” Buffy said with a shrug. She looked to Giles,
and said, “She’s lying.”
“I’m...” Faith’s mouth dropped open in shock. Then she dove
across the table at Buffy, knocking her to the ground. They rolled away from
the table, and jumped to their feet, both in fighting stance.
“Not again,” Xander said with a sigh. He stepped in between
the two girls, and held his hands up. “Please stop this,” he pleaded.
“Is it true?” Giles said again.
Faith looked at Willow, Oz, and Cordelia, and they all
looked away. None of them were willing to take her side against Buffy’s. She
snorted in laughter, and looked to Xander.
“How ‘bout you?” she asked. “You got the guts to stand up to
Miss Perfect?” she asked.
Xander looked at Giles, and said, “Buffy told Faith to
leave. I heard her.”
“I’m impressed,” Faith said, backing away from the fight.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile.
“I told the truth,” Xander said with a shrug. He looked over
at Buffy, she was glaring at him. “I told the truth,” he repeated.
“She tried to kill Angel!” Buffy yelled, looking to each of
her friends for understanding.
Faith walked over to the counter, and leaned back against
it, saying, “He’s already dead. I was just trying to finish the job. I bet when
the Council finds out he’s back, they’ll tell me to try again until I succeed.”
“You bitch!” Buffy screamed, and this time Giles grabbed her
by the arms holding her back.
“Stop,” he said softly, but his tone warned both not to
ignore the order. He let Buffy go, and she stood there, throwing Faith a
death-look, which amused Faith to no end. His next words surprised Faith
though: “Stop antagonizing her.”
“Oh you’ve so GOT to be kidding me!” she yelled. “So that’s
it, huh? She’s the perfect, do-no-wrong Buffy????!”
Buffy smirked at that, but when she turned to Giles her
expression was innocent and apologetic. “So I was angry, but I didn’t really
mean she had to leave,” she said.
“I know,” Giles said, ignoring Faith’s look of disbelief.
“We have more important things to worry about now, anyway. Something that
*both* of you *together* will need to deal with,” he added, looking pointedly
at Faith.
“Spike is back in town. I have a friend who is a bartender
at the No-Name bar in the seedier part of town. He said he saw Spike there last
night.”
Faith looked at Giles, mouth open in shock. Giles looked
over at her, and she shut it again quickly. *Maybe his friend didn’t know who I
was?* she hoped. Giles didn’t give off any impression of knowing her activities
the previous evening though, so Faith decided it was safe to breathe again. She
remembered then: she wasn’t supposed to know who Spike was.
“Spike?” she squeaked, and cleared her throat.
“Spike’s a vampire who likes to torment me,” Buffy said with
a shrug, going back to sit at the table. She continued, not looking at Faith:
“He and his girlfriend Dru are the reason YOU’RE here, she killed Kendra.”
Faith felt a twinge of... *what?* as she heard Spike’s
girlfriend mentioned.
“Is she here too?” Buffy asked, and Faith was glad she
didn’t have to figure out how to bring it up.
“I don’t think so,” Giles shook his head. “According to
Robbie, my friend, Spike picked up a girl last night at the bar, and left with
her. I imagine she’ll be found dead.”
Faith snorted in laughter. “Or something,” she said with a
shrug to the questioning looks.
“Okay, so we find him and stake him. Easy enough.”
“Staking Spike is easy???” Xander replied with a raised
eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Sure. And I got a 1400 on my SAT’s too,” he added
sarcastically.
Part Eight
Sunnydale Cemetery #15
10 pm
*So far so good.* Faith looked over to Buffy. They’d managed
to Slay “together” that night, really just staying out of each other’s way
though. *Maybe I can do this for a few more weeks until the Council lets me go
somewhere else.*
“So where’s this Spike hang out?” Faith asked.
Buffy ignored her.
“Yeah, because *that’s* helpful,” Faith muttered.
“Shut up!” Buffy yelled. “You’ve been babbling all night,
probably scaring away all the demons. If I *knew* where Spike was, I wouldn’t
be here with you, wandering the cemeteries!”
“Well, look at it this way,” Faith replied with a smile. “If
you’re here with me, then you know I’m not off somewhere staking your
lover-vamp.”
She laughed and dodged as Buffy threw a punch. She did a
sweep kick, knocking Buffy to the ground on her ass. “Still think you can beat
me, B?” she mused. “When are you gonna learn?”
Buffy turned her head at the sound of a growl, and jumped to
her feet. Both girls whipped out their stakes, and two vampires attacked. Faith
traded punches with her vamp for a while, just to work out some pent-up
aggression. Then, when she was bored, she staked him.
She looked over at Buffy. She was pinned to the top of a
park bench, and the vampire was trying
to hold her still long enough to bite her.
“Help me!” Buffy demanded of Faith. Faith walked up to the
vampire, then stopped to consider. “Help me!” Buffy yelled again.
“What’s the magic word?” Faith asked with a grin.
“Fuck you!” Buffy yelled.
“That would be two words, and neither of them magic,” Faith
said, shaking her head and sighing. “Oh, oops!” she let the stake fall from her
hands. “Sorry, B. I dropped my stake,” she giggled. She looked down at the
ground, “Damn. Where did it go?”
“Dammit you bitch! Do something!” Buffy screamed, still
struggling against the vampire.
“Hmmmm,” Faith was still pretending to look for her stake.
She didn’t see the owner of the hand that backhanded her across the face,
knocking her to the ground until she looked up, rubbing her jaw. “Angel.”
He looked over at her, and said, “Nobody messes with Buffy
while I’m around,” before stooping to grab her stake and then dispose of the
vampire.
Buffy hugged him, and said, “Thanks.” She looked over to
Faith, “*Somebody* was supposed to be
watching my back, but didn’t. Big surprise.” She turned back to Angel, and
linked her arm through his, saying, “Walk me home?”
“Sure,” Angel smiled down at her, and the two walked off
together.
Faith’s apartment
11 pm
Faith entered the darkened room, and slammed the door, still
fuming. Immediately, she sensed something was not right. She flipped the lightswitch
on, and reached for her stake. *Shit. Angel took it.*
She looked over to her bed, and was enraged to see Spike
*Swilliam.* laying there smiling at her. He had on a pair of blue jeans, but
that was all. Faith’s first instinct was to wonder where his shirt was, and
then she caught sight of his chest while looking for the shirt. She felt the
incredible urge to drool. He was thin, but still had well-defined muscles.
*Let’s try looking somewhere else, I think that would be smart.*
She looked up into his eyes. *Oh yeah, I liked the eyes* she
remembered then. They were a deep shade of blue, and his platinum blond hair
and pale skin set off the blue even more.
She caught the twitch of his lips in a quick smile and
realized she’d been staring at him for a good five minutes at least without
speaking.
“What are you doing here???!” she demanded. She managed to
throw her keys on the table, although she suspected loss of motor function was
impending. Well, all function except ‘Fuck now.’
Spike chuckled. “I’d think that was obvious, Luv,” he said.
“I was waiting for you.”
“How did you get in?!”
“‘Get in here, Swilliam, I wanna fuck you until you beg me
to stop’,” Spike reminded her of her words the previous evening.
“Get out!” she yelled. “I’m warning you, I’ll dust you.”
“No you won’t,” Spike replied confidently.
“Like hell I won’t!” Faith retorted angrily.
Faith felt her whole body flushing as Spike let his gaze
travel down her body slowly and back up again to her face. She was wearing a white cotton tube top and
blue jeans, but she might as well not have been wearing anything the way he
looked at her.
She’d been with many other guys before, but none of them had
looked at her like that, as if he wanted to just devour her with his eyes. When
he returned his gaze to her face, she looked away to keep herself from jumping
him right then and ripping his jeans off. *He’s a demon! So? So, he’ll drain
you! He hasn’t done that yet. That’s not an excuse to have sex with him!*
She hadn’t realized he’d gotten off the bed, until he was
inches from her, his hands on the wall on either side of her head.
“So, what do you say, Luv?” he asked with a grin. “Up for a
little fun?”
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