the CHOSEN one.

temporary side blog for BUFFY SUMMERS of btvs.

[wantdead]

he squinted in disbelief. fascinating. " how gullible do you think i am? — i've just met you. " whether or not there was truth to what she said, it didn't make much difference to him. dean remained loyal to the person he knew and distrustful toward the one he didn't. " ever heard of loyalty? — what would you believe from someone who sent the one you cared about to the hospital? "

[daethsgift-a]

she throws her hands up as she starts to walk backwards to the bronze. " you don't have to believe me. i'm just giving you pointers where to start. ask around, go to the high school── experience all that faith has left behind. " and with that, she turns around on her heel and goes back into the bronze, leaving dean alone in the alley again.

[wantdead]

" you wanna hear the cliff notes? — i know all about you and y'er holier-than-thou attitude while at the same time bein' mixed up in some on 'n off relationship with a bloodsucker. i know that you died, and faith was the next slayer in line — and yet you came back. like a cockroach. " a beat.

" name's dean winchester, by the way. but what you should know about me is this: if faith dies in that hospital, you'll find out what a real monster looks like. "

[daethsgift-a]

" fine, you wanna play this game, dean. . . " there's a change behind her eyes── sharp, focused, determined. " let's play. " she steps closer, leaving still enough space between them, but showing that his threats? are nothing more than an inconvenience. " whatever your friend faith told you, i'm sure she left out the part in which she continuously tried to kill me and my friends, helped the mayor── oh, who by the way turned into a giant snake and tried to eat whole of sunnydale── and tried to get on with the so-called bloodsucker. " a short pause before she starts to back away. " maybe you should reconsider who the cockroach is before you start defending her. "

[wantdead]

unbelievable — yet, not so much. " — y'er a real piece of work, you know that? " he didn't even know where to begin with placing his anger. the list just kept growing at that point.

[daethsgift-a]

" i'm sorry. " and she truly is. she doesn't regret what she had to do, but did she wish for a different outcome? of course. but her duty comes before everything else, and faith knew that. and then she has a moment of clarity. " what do you mean? what did faith say? ──plus, you still haven't told me your name. "

[wantdead]

he wasn't liking the direction she was taking — framing her as if she had it coming. it didn't click until the end, when he realized that buffy was involved. he paused briefly the muscles of concern on his face as he adopted a much more intrigued expression, " — you what? what did you do? "

[daethsgift-a]

dread: that's all she can feel right now. she never considered anyone would come looking for faith. she made it very clear she had no one in her life. with a resigned sigh, she decides to tell him── it is the truth. " i tried to kill her. " there's a sense of finality saying that, like she'd been waiting to get it off her chest again.

[wantdead]

" the hospital? " his heart sank as quickly as the answer was registered in his head ... and just like that, his mask fell off, revealing his sincere concern, " — is she alright? "

[daethsgift-a]

the concern on his face takes her aback. the guilt and regret swells her heart; emotions she thought she got rid of by now when it comes to faith's fate. " listen ── i don't know how well you know faith, i thought i did, but she made some choices. some really, really bad choices, and i── " she stops herself, not knowing how to tell him the truth.

[wantdead]

" maybe she didn't tell you 'cause she didn't want you stealing me too," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching into a grim, humorless smile.

[daethsgift-a]

" oh please, like i'd want── " faith's sloppy seconds; she stops herself before she can finish the sentence. " well, she's not here. you might want to try the hospital. " she finally just says.

[wantdead]

" my friend, faith, " he let the name linger for a second before asking, " — she around? '

[daethsgift-a]

her hear stops. she didn't think she'll hear that name so soon. " funny, faith's never mentioned any friends before. " she ignores his question: what does she say to that?

[wantdead]

he chuckled, " — easy there, tiger. " damn she had intimidating eyes for someone so ... small. " you can put away the claws, " he assured. " i'm not here for you. "

[daethsgift-a]

she rolls her eyes at his pet name, choosing to let it slide, on the count of needing more information. " who are you here for then? "

[wantdead]

" actually, they do, " he corrected. " and, y'see, there's people out there who take care of 'em. there's hunters ... there's slayers. well— slayer, singular. " a beat. " there's only one per generation. " each word uttered clearly, making himself understood. " and that couldn't be you, could it? "

[daethsgift-a]

so much for not wanting to be found out. " who are you? " determination in her voice, in the way she start walking towards him; the stake no longer hidden away from the stranger. " you know, it rarely ends well for people who show up mysteriously in this town, so why don't you start talking? and fast. "

[wantdead]

" nope, " he answered shrugging. " i don't fuck with fangs. " despite the casual tone, his curiosity was far too great. " hey, quick question— did you just kill a vampire? "

[daethsgift-a]

" ── what? " her eyes widen in horror for a split second, before she laughs it off. " a vampire? don't be ridiculous, those. . . they don't exist, right? "

[daethsgift-a]

@wantdead / the dust settles at her feet as she catches a figure emerging from the bronze. " sorry, was he with you? he had to. . . " she quickly hides the stake behind her back. " ── split. " hoping the man saw nothing. . . or that he isn't a fangy friend.