After preventing the robbery at that cess pit of a restaurant, she sent me back to whatever layer of hell we had come from. It gave me some more time to train sort of. Well if I was gonna be cursed with this beast I may as well learn to control it.
I just kept running around and pouncing at nothing in particular. I made targets out of my bedding to try and hone these new skills. The more I used my nastier form I found a sort of middle ground. I know it sounds complicated, but you have no idea how it feels to fall down like a toddler at 22. I could run and jump just like the old me, but all of my slayer powers had been replaced, my strength, senses everything. So human Faith was just that, pre slayer, defenceless. I guess that’s why she gave me that wicked cool sword!
Yet as this mega pissed monster, I had it all back, strength, sense and power. But I still had to get used to four legs and no thumbs, yeah it was kinda funny at first but it just got frustrating. I kept forgetting that I couldn’t balance on two feet any more and face met dirt more often. I kept on though; tried to make the best of it. But the more I tried getting used to something new I just fell down. I tried something different; I stopped trying to be this beast, and tried to be me.
I don’t know how long she was away but, I needed something to do. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t like this whole killing deal, but technically I’m not the one taking their life am I? I mean come on; I’m just doing what I’m told here. I can’t get emotionally involved, can I? Why should it bother me what happens to these people, why does it bother me about what they have left behind? I didn’t know anything about that guy, did he have children? A wife? A friendly dog?
Damnnit why is this so hard? I sat in the corner with my head in my hands, I could feel it, all the pain he felt, everything he left behind. Images flooded to me, there he was, children, a wife. He had it all, why did he have to rob that place? Why am I feeling this? Pain grasped at my heart and anger filled my mind, I felt like I had lost him, like he was a part of me. Is this my punishment? Not only am I a monster but now I am tormented by the spirits of strangers? If this is what it’s like for one, I don’t think I can cope with any more.
I was standing now, pawing at my head trying to rid my mind of these images, trying to let it go. I had changed again subconsciously; I swore I had a hold on this. A loud crack broke me from my state, wrenching my body to the origin of the noise there she was. That bitch was back.
“Well done my little beastie!” she said it in such a childlike way, I growled in disapproval. “You did very well. I promised you a treat and here it is.” She came over and started ruffling my mane, “You have a choice. You can either have a two hour pass back to that cess pit of a home you come from. Or you can spend the night sharing a dream with the slayer?”
I forced my human body back, “What the hell do you mean?”
“Well you did such a good job, must make sure my little monster has some incentive now.” She cocked her head with a scary grin.
“So I keep up my end of the deal, and this can be a regular occurrence?” Maybe this place may have some advantages, especially if I planned this carefully.
“We’ll have to see about that Faithy.” She was stood in front of me now just looking me up and down like a toy, or more precisely her play thing.
“Well can’t I do an hour of both?” Points for quick thinking, hopefully if she fell for it I could get out of here sooner rather than later.
“Now that’s cheating,” she was running her hand through my hair, her other still held that fucking whip. “If you want to do both, I’m gonna need some persuading that you’ve earned it baby doll.” The look in her eye was unmistakable, I knew what she wanted.
“Deal” I grinned back showing off my teeth a primal symbol, she didn’t scare me.
She dropped the whip and flashed me a wicked smile; she was far too much like me, get some get gone kinda gal. At least losing my slayer powers lost that little ‘itch’ after a kill. God it sounds so barbaric now, it’s not demons and vamps anymore, it’s people.
Taking my hands she led me into my cage, she laid down on my bed in a provocative pose, she beckoned me with the simple movement of her finger. Carefully straddling her body I began to trace kisses down her jaw, I reached her neck. A strong smell of death and decay filled my nostrils,
“I can’t do this, not like this. I’m sorry.” I went to move off of her but she grabbed my thigh and held me in place.
“Maybe this will calm your nerves,” She waved her hand and she changed, a black light disguised the switch, but looking under me my eyes met with two deep green pools as blonde hair splayed across the head of the bed.
Smiling slightly I lowered my head back to her neck, a disguise of vanilla and slight perspiration drove my mind crazy. I needed that time; it was just easier this way. Placing rough kisses down her neck she was moving towards me needing the contact; expertly I removed her corset, (not an easy task but you soon work it out, come on I had been busted for breaking and entering so many times before!) continuing my assault on the soft flesh I could feel her breath quickening.
B would never enjoy this, she is too delicate, but maybe I can work off some steam. Roaming my hands down her abdomen I busied my hands with her trousers as I ran my tongue roughly across her chest ravishing her flesh and grazing her with my teeth. Violently removing her remaining clothing there before me wasn’t Buffy, but just for now I fooled myself.
I took her small nipple into my mouth and attacked it with my tongue, my captor was writhing under me enjoying the pleasurable pain that I was inflicting. I took her other breast into my hand and gently grazed the little tip mixing together the two tempos. I smiled inwardly as my two movements were confusing her body; she wanted to relax to the soft touch and yet force herself to more of the brutal pleasure.
I released both breasts to a dissatisfied whine only to swap. I softly massaged the wet, hard nipple with my hand gently brushing the tip with my fingers. She groaned to the continued stimulation. Taking the other peak into my mouth I returned my forceful assault to her breast, grazing and occasionally biting down on her as the slow rubbings of my hand confused her senses even more.
Satisfied that her mind was rocked with anticipation of my next move I slowly left her stiff nipples, I ran both of my hands down her sides forcing my nails to pull at her skin. Keeping my head low I ran a trail with my tongue across her stomach, slowly, sensual. Swirling around her navel I carefully dipped my tongue to contrast the cruel feel of my nails. I reached the small triangle between her hips that held the salvation of the evening. My captor was still writhing under the touch, obviously enjoying herself.
Again removing all contact I could tell she was worked up as she pleaded with me through her dilated eyes. Taking one finger I gently drew in a circular motion all over the patch skipping so close to that one point before withdrawing as she bucked her hips for the friction that wasn’t there. Oh yes, I’m a bitch. I continued the gentle game of mouse and cat, that pussy really wanted this little mouse. Using my other hand I roughly grazed her inner thigh again withdrawing before I got too close. The gentle swirls were getting closer and closer to the goal. I could hear her breath hitching,
“Please, please touch me. Stop this teasing I can’t take it,” Even the voice was like B, it just made me wanna do it more.
Standing at her side I looked into her eyes as my finger got so close, carefully and so gently I slid my finger into the wet folds seeking out that little button. Finding her small bud I slowly began to rub her so carefully as if there was a ghost doing this. She tried to buck her hips putting more force on her spot. I placed a knee on her keeping her down as I teased her bud. I returned my mouth to her straining nipple. Taking in my mouth once more my cruel teasing contrasted against the brutal sucking and biting.
Her body moved under me to little effect, my finger kept stroking her so slowly- I was gonna make her see, she fucked the wrong bitch. Her heart was racing as her breath became ragged, she was close. She sucked in a breath expecting to fall into the pleasure I was giving her. Her little clit twitched expectantly waiting for that final touch, my movement stopped. She released her breath and was going to protest until my careful rubbing began once more, taking her to the edge once more she was crying out.
“Please Faith, please I’m so close!” My finger stopped again.
“Do I get my wish?” Her eyes shot open as I gently rubbed her more,
“God, I’ll give you three hours if you just let me come please!”
Success, she was at the edge again, she was expecting it this time, and Id got what I wanted. But I stopped once more. She cried out again. But before she could change her mind my head was already between her legs, violently I licked at her swollen and expectant pussy, taking her clit into my mouth I sucked at it hard over and over till she was back at the peak. I kept going kept up the friction and force until she came in a wave of pleasure. Her juices ran out as I kept sucking on her drawing out her orgasm as her body shook and spasmed in ecstasy.
***
“So about this little deal?” Wearily she waved her hand at me and the room darkened. Sat in the corner illuminated by a small struggling light was her, her blonde hair darkened and matted with dirt. She sobbed alone into the darkness.
“B, is that you?” She looked up at me before running over to me arms wide and welcoming as she sobbed uncontrollably into the dark. She kept grabbing and pawing at me just to prove I was there. I couldn’t say anything; she just sat sobbing into my arms. Her warm familiar scent was gone, replaced by a musky memorable smell; death. She smelled like death and looked like hell. Her green eyes stained grey through relentless tears.
“You came back, I knew you would, you came back. I tried to bring you back Faith. I wanted you back so much, I need you.” She was hysterical and determined that I was real. Well I was real but I would never be real to her, not anymore.
“Shh, come here B,” I cradled her shaking body as she let it all out, “I have to tell you a few things Buffy, and you need to hear them.” She looked up at me and shook her head,
“No, no words Faith, I don’t want to know the truth, I know this is a dream, but please don’t tell me the truth, just let me believe, just for now.” She tried to get closer into me as she clung onto me, too scared to let me go.
I held her as she calmed down, her dream was dark and cold, there was a single light coming from what was a tall candle. I looked closer at it, it had numbers written down it, there were 5 left. I must have been thinking out loud as Buffy found her quiet, lost and fragile voice,
“It’s been in my dreams since, since…” she sniffed and held back a sob, I think I knew, “It’s been here since you left, I don’t know why, but it doesn’t matter now, you’re here, with me.”
The flame flickered but refused to die, what the hell was it for? Knowing nothing of the subconscious I couldn’t tell.
“Yeah, I’m here. But I can’t stay, not for long. I have to tell you something.” I pulled her from me and forced her eyes to mine, they where hollow, empty. Her spark had gone, that sparkle that caught me, it had all gone.
“B, look at me, I’m not myself anymore, I will never be what I was. I can’t come back. I can’t hold you, I can’t love you and I can’t save you. It hurts me so much to say this, but this is our only time, our last time.”
Her eyes were filling once more, she knew this, but she couldn’t let go.
I forced her gently away from me, “This,” I pointed to my body, “This isn’t me anymore, I’m a reaper B. I kill people everyday, I have to kill again and again, and it hurts so badly. I’m being punished Buffy, I’m not in heaven. This is worse than hell. Everything I was, everything I could have been is gone. This is all that’s left.”
I walked a little further back; her shaking body froze in terror as my body twisted and contorted. My screams of pain deepened as I roared. I landed back on shaking legs looking up at her with pleading eyes.
She couldn’t speak, to scared to move, “Faith?” she whimpered. I approached her slowly and placed my head on her lap looking up at her. Her hand shook as she brushed some of the thick mane from my eyes. “What did they do to you?”
I walked back and forced myself to change back.
“I want you to do something for me B,”
“Anything,” she whispered her voice was full of fear and pain,
I walked to her and cradled her once more,
“Promise me that if you ever see that; that monster. If you ever see it please run. Please promise me, if you see it – someone will die B. Promise me please.”
She nodded as renewed tears streaked her face, “I still love you Faith, I don’t care, I still love you, why can’t I see you?”
“When you next patrol, when you are out in the dark, when you are alone, look into the shadows, look hard and look deep. There you will find me.”
I let her go and began to walk away, my time was fast wavering, she had fallen to the floor again crying and calling for me to come back. She screamed that she couldn’t live without me, but she had to, I have to.
I turned and whispered, “I love you, with all of my heart and what is left of my soul, I love you.” My eyes were hollow, I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. The sting of tears was there, but there was to be no release. As I continued the dark and cold of her dream faded from me as I returned to my perpetual hell.
Days passed, souls were taken, and again I felt the pain, all the hurt everything these people had, everything I took I felt. If I wasn’t dead I’d jump of a cliff.