Faith.

Buffy.

Faith.

Buffy.

Faith, Buffy, Faith, Buffy, Faith, Buffy.. Faith.. Faith.. Faith.. Buffy.. Buffy.. Buffy..

Who am I anymore?  She was in my body.  Walking, living, breathing, thinking in my body.

Fair enough I was off riding her boy toy, but she's been filling my body with her scent and her thoughts and everything goodie goodie and save the world for the safety of puppies.

We couldn't be more different.

Stuck up tight ass with no sense of fun... me.  Tight ass... me.  See, we're different.  Night and day.  Black and white.  Good and... evil.

What side am I on?  The evil.  Or the good.  Like a vampire, I walk in both worlds but belong to neither.

Do you know how hard it is to never belong.  To never fit in.  Never be loved or have anyone give a damn.

Did Buffy care about me?  No.  She cared because I was after Angel or I was trying to end the world... not about me.  So I made it about her.  So she'd HAVE to care.

She'd have to stop and give a crap.  She didn't.  She cared about her mom, and the scooby brats and about Riley.  She never stopped for one fucking second to think why I was doing what I was doing.

I didn't know it would switch our bodies.  I was just as surprised as she was.  But I knew it would hurt her.  I thought I'd get to watch her in pain.  Begging me for a second chance.  Begging me for redemption in my eyes.

She didn't even stop to think why I was doing that except Faiths a nutjob.  She should be locked up... blah blah blah.  My mommy's my best friend..

Then again, I didn't give a fuck about her life when I was living it.  Hell I would of smoked crack or anything, just to put blow upon crushing blow onto her delicate skin.

So are we the same, B?

We are.  The same.  Slayer.  One girl in all the world.  Then there was two.  There was us.  I know her better, inside as well as out, than Riley Finn.  I know how she thinks, how she fights and how she fucks.

And she knows me.  We touched something so deep inside.  The hollow part that no one gets to see.  The part where all the uncharacterstics and un-Buffy thoughts are kept.

She wants to be me.  She wants to have fun, she wants to cut loose and forget about the world.  She wants to be sexy.  She wants me.  In her skin again.  Showing her how it's done.  Showing the world the new Buffy Summers.

Fuck her.  I don't wanna be..  I don't want another taste.  Plus Riley Finn turned out to be less than in the sack.

I really, really mean that.

What a come down.  From Angel.. a wicked gorgeous vampire with killer prowess, to Mister "Size doesn't matter.. neither does stamina.. or technique... or imagination."

It's not all about sex B, huh?

Oh no, Buff.  You're wrong.  Because Slayerism is pure sex.  Death and sex.  The only two things in life worth a damn.  We're so close to death Buff.  We're that close.  Every night.  You want it.  You take it.  You have.

Remember?  We're not those people anymore B.  i don't even recognise you.

Do you recognise yourself?  looking in the mirror, who's staring back at cha?  is it the same Buffy I first met during a slay outside the Bronze?  The same Buffy who was by my side when I killed that guy?  The same Buffy who played me with Angel?

No.  You're so cold B.  Inside.  In that hollow part.  But now, all of you is hollow.  Why?

Because Angel left you?  He looked you in the eye and told you he didn't love you, did he?  Men are scum.  Get some and get gone.

Except you can't.  With him.  So you turn to the next crappiest thing in the form of Riley "Inexpierenced as a virgin" Finn.  He doesn't know how to touch you.  I do.

You know, I don't recognise me anymore.  I see you staring back.  It's haunting me.  You stupid face.  Your eyes,  your cheekbones, your nose, your blonde permed hair all in place of my ravishing dark beauty.

I wish I could kill you. I wish I could just stick a knife in my gut like you did me.

But I can't.  Know why?  Because it's wrong.

Well that, and because I can't.  If you were me, I could.  If you were still in my body, I'd gut you in five.  Because it's me.  Disgusting murdeous bitch.  Whore.  Killer.  Slut.
 

I don't wanna crawl inside your skin ever again.
 

THE END
 

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