AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Kept
PAIRING : Faith/Angelus
RATING : NC17 (highly
smutty)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE : dru wrote Faith, EvilWillow wrote Angelus
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PART THREE
I hate it when I have nobody to
blame but myself. There's nobody to kill or torture. And I could give a flying
fuck what the Master will think, but I *do* care how Darla will react, if I
don't pull this off. There's no doubt in my mind, she'll be furious.
Okay. Story time. "I haven't
lied to you, about anything. My name is Angel, Angel Jones. I didn't tell you
everything, but there was a reason for that. I wanted to get you back to my
hotel, before I told you why I've been looking for you. Yes, I know who you
are. Your name is Faith Williams and you're a very difficult girl to
find."
She goes for the door and I grab her
arm. "Now just hold on, a minute. Hear me out. When I'm done, if you still
want to disappear again, I won't stop you. Provided you give me my watch back
first, of course."
"Yeah, well, I don't get
found, I get lost." I yank my arm away from him and open the door.
"SO FUCK OFF!"
She's strong, but I'm stronger. I
grab her wrist again and pull her against me, wrapping an arm around her waist.
She fights me but I don't have any intention of starting over again from square
one. She's *not* going anywhere. She claws at my arm and I realize this isn't
going to be easy.
Like anything in my life ever has
been?
I flip her over onto her back and
then pin her to the seat with my body, grabbing her arms and holding them above
her head. She screams and bucks against me. You know, any second now, she
*will* figure out that it's pointless to fight me.
The cab driver's getting interested,
though. "MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!" I yell. He turns back to the
road quickly. Then I turn back to Faith. "Would you STOP?!" I yell.
"I'm not going to hurt you! I tracked you down because I'm trying to save
your fucking LIFE, here!"
"I highly doubt that!"
I scream. "You don't usually fuck the whores you save! STOP THE CAR AND
LET ME OUT!" I yell as I kick my leg up to his crotch.
That hurt, but I can deal with pain.
Darla's taught me well. I shift my weight a little to my legs, so that I'll
keep her legs down from this point onward. "Wesley Wyndham-Pryce," I
say calmly.
"I'm not taking on anymore
new clients, so forget it. I'm going home. Now let me go."
I relax a little bit under his
weight and he said he was... but he looks surprised that I called him a client.
"Now, if you're really looking for me, then let me the fuck go and maybe
we can talk. But I don't typically respond to people raping me."
I can't help laughing at that.
"Faith, if I wanted to rape you, do you think I'd do it in front of a
witness?" I nod over to the cab driver. She looks almost convinced. But
I'm not getting off her, yet.
"You already *have*,"
I whisper quietly. He used me. Regardless of why he's looking for me. I know,
men use me all the time, but this was different. I *felt* something for the
first time and it- I've never felt as cheap as I do right now.
"Look, I didn't *plan* on
actually following through on my proposition to you," I say, quieter so
the driver can't hear. "I planned to offer you the money and get you to
the hotel so I could tell you what I needed to tell you. But I also didn't plan
on your being more attractive than your pictures. I was - am - attracted to
you. And I acted on it.
"I won't apologize for that,
though. You accepted my offer... and I'll still give you whatever money you
think I owe you. Don't worry about that.
First, I have to at least give you
the short version of the information I tracked you down to tell you about.
Wesley Wyndham Pryce is the reason your life is in danger. Now I *bet* that you
have heard that name before. Am I right? Has he already contacted you?"
" I don't want your damn
money, or your fuckin' watch," I say. "I've fucked a lot of guys, but
you're the first who treated me like a whore. I'm not interested in protection
from you or anyone. I can take care of myself. Now get off of me before I kill
you."
"Fine!" I growl. I get up
on my knees and yell at the cab driver. "STOP THE FUCKING CAR!" Wow.
That was fast. I turn back to Faith. "Go, then. I did more than enough to
ease my conscience when I read your obituary in the newspaper. I tried."
Conscience. Darla would find it amusing I could say that with a straight
face."
"Whatever, Bastard!
I get out of the car and slam
the door.
Okay, Faith. Relax.
I can take care of myself. I
sure as hell don't need anyone to protect me! I've done fine on my own for- for
three years now! I certainly don't need someone telling me how t- shit.
It's too late to find someone
else. Damn it! I was looking forward to the bed, and the heat. Maybe a bath...
Oh well!
Damn, it got cold. I pull out my
cardigan from my bag and wrap it around myself.
It's cold tonight, like every
other. And I'm alone.
My eyes follow her down the street
as I throw the cab driver a couple of bills and exit the car. I pull out my
cell phone and dial a number. "It's me. You following, like I ordered? ...
Good. Send five or six of the fledglings after her. And make sure they know
that if they hurt her badly, they'll suffer."
I watch as Faith ducks down an
alleyway. That's just not bright, no matter if it *is* a short cut. And of
course I'm going to stay nearby. I hate sacrificing perfectly good fledglings,
but this *is* the easiest way to manage plan B. Instead of explaining to her
that she's the slayer and *then* proving it to her, we'll just do it the other
way around. And then I'll make sure she knows that Wesley guy won't *not* let
her be the slayer.
Blah, blah, blah... Offer to help
her stay away from the Council. Blah, blah blah... Get her back to my hotel
room. Blah, blah, blah... Convince her to let me to fuck her. Do that,
repeatedly. Kill her.
Slightly different from Plan A, in
that it will take more time. But it will still achieve the end result The
Master wanted. And it will make Darla happy, so then I'll be *very* happy. All
in all, a good night's work.
Not like I'm not disappointed...
'cause I was really looking forward to a night away from the rats and
cockroaches that inhabit my bed.
And... his... he was *big* and
it probably would've felt *amazing*. And he did make me come once- but it's
over.
Get over it, Faith.
I walk a little faster.
Something's wrong.
I just- feel like something's w-
"Hey, pretty girl, what's
your name?"
I whip arou-
What- what's-
I gasp.
What's wrong with his face?
I hear sounds of a scuffle and jog
closer. They're further down the alley than I thought. The fledges must've
taken a short cut and headed her off. But she's managing quite well at fighting
them off. She's obviously had to deal with difficult customers before. Although
I bet she's never had to deal with six at once.
And I *did* threaten them with the
sun if they gave her any major injuries. And they don't know they're going to
be dust, anyway.. That would kind of take away their blind willingness to obey
me.
They're fledglings. Not the
strongest creatures in my clan, but the advantage is that they're not the
brightest. So they're easy to use for things like this.
One of them sees me, standing in the
shadows. I nod and he lunges at Faith, sinking his fangs into her neck. She
screams and tries to push him away. And I hate to do this, because I *did* make
him. But... I plunge the stake into his back, piercing his heart. He dissolves
to dust between us.
I hand her an extra stake. "Try
to get it in the heart," I say. "It's the only way to kill
vampires." And then I turn to help her dust the rest of them. Not going to
be a difficult thing, when they're in a slight amount of shock from watching
their friend die at my hands.
What the-
"Excuse me?"
I turn and sigh. "See
this?" I grab a nearby vampire, who is currently in game face. He snarls
and lashes out at me, but I punch him in the face, knocking him to his ass.
"You think that is a HUMAN?!" I lean down and stake him. "A
human that turns straight to dust, neat trick."
I look back at her. "Behind
you!" I point, just in case she's having trouble with English.
What?
I turn quickly, swinging my arm
as I do an- OH MY GOD!
I just stuck the thing in th-
where did it go?
Did I- I made it go away.
Oh my go- SHIT!
I duck and kick the last one to
the ground before pouncing and- I impale it with the stick and it-
I drop the stick and stand up,
looking at him. "Stay *away* from me."
This is fucking ridiculous.
"Oh, I'm sorry for saving your life. I guess I forgot my plan to let you
die. So long."
I turn to go. I'll find her later,
and just snap her neck. NO! I'll fuck her, then drain her, THEN snap her neck.
Wait. I guess I wouldn't need to
snap her neck...
Whatever.
"Saving my life?" I
ask. "Hardly!"
I turn. "Have you EVER even
READ Dracula??" I wonder. "Seen the movie? Read an Anne Rice novel?
Surprisingly, those authors got it pretty close to true. Those, Dear, were
vampires. One vampire was sucking your blood, remember? And it would have
drained you dry.
"And I admit until then you
were doing okay with the punching. But you wouldn't have lasted much longer,
since only two things will kill a vampire. Stake through the heart, and the
sun. Since it's still very much NIGHT, your only hope was a stake. One that I
provided.
"But obviously you would have
rather died. Or become one of them. I'm sorry for interrupting that. I'm going
back to my hotel room, for a nice hot shower, and my last words of advice to
you are: 'stock up on stakes'. You're gonna need them, since apparently the
demon population has discovered you're the new slayer.
"I bet you anything Wesley
Wyndham Pryce and the Council were responsible for that. But I also bet they
were planning on showing up to 'help' you, so that you'd feel grateful and
accept their request that you slay for them.
"I'm sure they're not far
behind. And I plan on being elsewhere when they show up. Good luck."
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?"
Okay, I know she's not that dense.
"Okay, one more time and slower, since you're clearly having trouble.
Those were vampires. Do you understand that concept? Can I move on to the next
bit of information?"
Okay. Vampires don't exist.
That's for one.
Second, he's crazy!
But- hmm... what the fuck were
they?
People don't turn to dust. But-
vampires?
I mean, I guess it does make a
little sense. A lot of people die from severe neck injuries in this town.
But real vampires?
I nod, "Yes, fine."
Okay. Vampires exist.
Oh good. We're getting somewhere.
Slowly. "Good. Now, point two. The reason I'm here, as I tried to tell
you, was that I wanted to warn you away from Pryce and the other members of the
Watchers' Council. They're a centuries old organization that trains young
women, one at a time, to fight and kill demons. They search out a girl once
they've figured out she's a little stronger, a little faster. I'm sure there
are other criteria, too. But that girl is the slayer.
"You are that girl."
I wait a minute to see if it's
sinking in. It seems to be. "The problem with going with them, Faith, is
they *will* get you killed. Most slayers don't leave longer than a year. None
of them have lived past their eighteenth birthday.
"And they aren't interested in
keeping you alive, just having you working for them. If you die, they'll just
find the next slayer. That's why, when they couldn't find you, they sent word
out to the demons - vampires - who the new slayer was. I think they wanted to
scare you into letting them 'protect' you."
"And they will seriously be
here any minute. So if you're not feeling suicidal, I do want to help you. Come
with me back to my hotel?"
"And you'll help me
because...?" I question. "Because you wanna fuck me? Thanks but no
thanks. You've already gotten your service for the night."
Okay.
New information to process?
I'm apparently a slayer.
It *would* explain the added
strength in the past few years.
And there's apparenlty some
group of people who are going to take over my life and get me killed before I'm
18.
At least I don't have much
longer to wait then!
"I believe I said help you, not
fuck you," I reply. "And I already told you why I... Look. I admit it
was a dumb thing for me to do, to think I could get you to trust me after
treating you like a whore. But I'm a man, and you're incredibly beautiful and I
got dumb. Okay?
"But my common sense has
returned. And if you go with me back to my hotel room, I promise I will expect
nothing other than you to hear me out while I explain anything you have
questions about. And I'll try to help you get on a plane somewhere far away
from the reach of The Council.
"Why am I helping you? Because
I don't like that they can take over a girl's life, get her killed and then not
even feel remorse or guilt because of it. If I can help you stay alive, they
can't do that anymore. At least not as long as you live. A new slayer isn't
called until the previous one dies."
Well, that seems pretty
reasonable. But-
No. I still get a hotel room,
right?
Perhaps a bath or at least a hot
shower?
Maybe some actual food?
A flight out of here? Maybe I
can whore myself in LA?
"You try to pull anything
and I'll rip parts of your atanomy *off*."
I grin. "I don't doubt
it," I reply. "Now, let's get the hell outta here."
I walk out to the street and she
follows. Now that cab driver... is there. Good. I knew handing him two hundred
would make him a patient man. I wave and he drives up. I open the door for her,
"After you."
"Thanks."
I get in and sit down. He
follows and I sit there wondering what will happen next.
Okay. Now finally, we're back on
track.
And once we're in the hotel room,
I'll turn on my charm. And I'll have her begging for me to fuck her, in no
time. I turn to the window to hide my grin at that thought.
"Just a few blocks to the
hotel," I say, just in case she's wondering.
"So, why the hell do you
care so much? What's in it for you? *Besides* sex with girls who are barely
even legal, I mean?"
Oh, if she only knew how true that
accusation was... Well, she wouldn't be sitting here. That's for certain.
I look at her innocently. "I
told you that wasn't part of the original plan. But to answer your question, I
used to work for them." God, I'm good if I can spout this shit so
seriously and convincingly. "But I very quickly grew tired of the way they
work.
Technically, they don't actually
choose the slayer, it's some mystical power that does that. A God? The
gods?" I shrug. "Some thing or things much more powerful than mortals
OR demons, that's all we know for sure. The council just finds the slayer and
trains her. And their original purpose was also to protect her, but somewhere
along the line they stopped caring about doing that. Now, they just send slayer
after slayer out to fight, without even really trying to keep them alive.
"And that's just not right. So
that's why I'm here."
"Okay, so if they found me
in a sea of homeless kids, what makes you think they *won't* find me elsewhere?
And would it really be that *bad* if I were dead? Not like anyone gives a shit
one way or another."
I just shrug. "Like I said
earlier, if you've got a death wish, feel free to go back to your home. They'll
find you. But if you don't have a death wish, then what does it hurt to at
least let me try to help?"
"Don't I already have
one?" I ask. "Anyone of my scumbag clients could have a gun! Or a
disease! I try to be careful, but- whatever. Doesn't matter now. I hate Boston
and everything about Boston. I want out. Not like I can't find employment
anywhere else!"
"Okay then." And we're at
the hotel. Finally. "This is our stop," I say to her, as I hand the
cab driver some more money. I get out and she follows me.
And she has a shocked, impressed
look on her face. And, yes, I do tend to stay at the fancier places when I'm
traveling.
Darla's not the only one who likes
the view.
I escort her to the elevator and I'm
actually glad that the elevator has a ... whatever you call those people who
push the buttons for you. Because otherwise, I'd be too tempted to just grab
Faith, press her against the wall and--
Shit. Like I needed that obvious
bulge in my pants when I'm trying to convince Faith that my intentions are
pure.
Pure. I can't help the snort of
laughter at that thought. I've been called a lot of things in the past century,
but that's not one of them. Not even when I was human.
She looks at me quizzically but I
ignore her. The elevator stops on the twenty-fifth floor and I lead her down
the hall. I slip the card key into the slot in the lock and open the door for
her. If she was impressed by the hotel, she's going to die when she sees the
room. I think the window overlooking downtown is the best part, but maybe
that's just me.
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