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Not the first time she’d made a run for it, ass half-beaten. Faith seemed to have a habit of ending up in trouble, even where she wasn’t looking for it. Hell, prison had been the safest place for the reforming murderess until it really wasn’t. It started slow at first- a yard fight with a glamored demon, a vampire sneaking in on the night shift. Someone giving a few other prisoners ritual knives with which to strike at the Slayer. And the guards weren’t doing shit about it- if Faith didn’t step up, she was going to end up another sad statistic about women’s correctional facility fatalities.
Faith knew since Day 1 that she could break out any time she wanted, and there was little they could do to hold her back. But like she’d said to Angel, she really did want to make a reform. To walk that road to redemption- it just seemed the forces of darkness had other plans. And after the second attempt on her life, Faith coldly realized that she held the Slayer legacy still- no wonder someone wanted her dead. Well, wasn’t it more selfless of her to protect that power from abuse, even at the expense of her otherwise overall standing in society? Plus, it’d be better to protect the other inmates, she told herself.
They’d never understand the Slayer thing. This was for the best, really.
She’d be the first to tell you it sure as hell wasn’t easy being a wanted fugitive six hours north of your nearest contact with the outside world- but Faith managed to scrape by, just long enough to end up at Angel’s place in LA. He came to visit frequently enough, gave the girl regular updates. She knew he was around, and he’d never turn her down if she came needing help.
Right?
“Angel, open up,” she said, banging at his door. It was the dead of night, so surely the vamp was awake. Probably not expecting company, and Faith checked over her shoulder to make sure no creepy crawlies had followed her this far- she was fighting freaks and dodging law enforcement the whole way from Stockton. “It’s... I really need’ya help.”
