Faith hit the ground hard, but rolling. Would have been nice if she hadn't rolled straight into a wall though. She got to her feet unsteadily, wishing the room would stop spinning so much. The watching crowd of vampires had lost its fear of her, and she didn't blame them. She was a mass of bruises and strained muscles and her ribs had that familiar ache that meant they hadn't appreciated that last flurry of punches and kicks. Simply put, she wasn't having much fun.

"You know, you've lasted longer than the other slayer did," Buffy said, her eyes wide and looking impressed. It sucked that the vampire who was kicking her butt all over the place looked the ditsiest blond ever. "Don't let that get to your head. I had to kill her more quickly because she was actually a threat." She paused, quirking in her lips. "Well, not really, but almost."
 
Faith tried to stay focused, tried not to let the pain of her fractured ribs distract her. She had to attack. She knew that if she didn't attack, Buffy would kill her. Not because she was actually defending herself when she attacked, but because when she stopped fighting Buffy would get bored with her. Then she would die. She went with a high kick, which was blocked easily. She wasn't fast enough to block Buffy's next punch to her ribs. She felt them give a little as she flew halfway across the room.

Faith got to her feet again, one hand against the wall to steady herself.  She had stopped kidding herself about her chances of living through this mess some time ago, right about the time Buffy had taken her stake from her and broken it into splinters with her hand. There was a box of stakes on the other side of Buffy, but Buffy never let her past to get at them. Faith knew that they were nothing but a taunt.

She kept fighting because she wasn't willing to just let herself die. Because that wouldn't be heroic right? And she was supposed to be a hero, wasn't she? The one girl in all the world who... She realized she'd never actually listened through the whole lecture. The one girl in all the world who...what?

She had been standing still for two long. She felt Buffy lunge against her, pushing her to the wall. One of her hands tangled its self in her hair and pulled, baring her neck. This was how they fed; she'd been in this position before, gotten herself trapped up against walls in alleyways. She had felt the prick of canines against her neck. Always before she'd been strong enough to push them away. Always before she had had some sort of trick up her sleeve.

But not this time.

"Its been so long since I had a slayer. We taste so good. Our blood is like candy." Buffy nipped at her neck, scoring a deep wound, then licking it broadly with her tongue. Faith shuddered, her whole body reacting with disgust to the cold wet feeling of dead saliva.

Buffy chuckled, willfully misinterpreting. "Did you like that? Have you ever had sex with a vampire, sister? It's something every slayer should try once before they die."

"I doubt it's anything special," Faith growled. Maybe if she made the vampire mad she'd make this fast. Her stomach squirmed because she really didn't want to die, but she wanted it to be over too. Inside, past all the bravado, she was so scared. She'd rather be dead than this scared.

Buffy's hands found Faith's wrists and raised them above her head, grinding them against the cold brick wall of the abandoned warehouse. "It was the best moment of my life," she snarled, her game face coming out for the first time. Faith hadn't even disturbed her enough until now for her to vamp out. Faith's stomach dropped to somewhere below her knees at the sight of the snarl, terror making her heart skip a beat. She didn't want to stick around anymore. Why couldn't she just black out until this was over?

"Oh fuck it all, just stop playing with me and get it over with," she half growled, half whined.

"Stop playing? I've just begun," the vampire said, switching her grip from both hands to just one. Faith thrashed, hoping to dislodge that one hand, but Buffy was just too fucking strong. Buffy let her thrash all she wanted until she got that out of her system, then whispered into her ear, "I think you should experience what it is like to make love to a vampire too." She sighed, pouting. "This is less romantic than my first time, and more public, but you know, a girl can't have everything she wants."

Faith heard the snickers of the other vampires. A male said, "Buffy, dear, won't you share with your sire? She looks so fuckable right now," and Faith found herself breathing in the scent of another undead body as Angelus crowded beside her.

Buffy shoved him away with one hand. "She's mine!" She shot him a saccharine smile as he picked himself up out of the pile of Vampires he had knocked down like bowling pins with the force of the shove. "But you can have my sloppy seconds. In fact, I might let you all have a ride." She brought her hand back and grabbed Faith's breast, massaging it roughly.

Faith couldn't help but laugh. She was about to die. Somehow in the face of that basic fact, the thought of being gang raped by a bunch of vampires just seemed a bit too funny. She gasped as the cloth of her tanktop was ripped right down the middle.

"I didn't know that the Queen of the Vampires was a rugmuncher," Faith panted, incapable of not making a smartass comment, even though she didn't know if it was a good idea anymore. Buffy's hand returned to her breast, hidden now by a simple black bra. She nibbled and cut Faith's neck with her teeth, never deep enough to hit a vein, but enough to draw blood, which she sucked and licked hungrily. Her hand went underneath the bra and twisted a nipple hard, shoved the bra up and left it there, her breast free to the air, cool as the hands that mauled her.

"Oh I'm not, I just really like to hurt people," Buffy said, her lips reddened with a trace Faith's blood.

"That's pretty fucked up," Faith said, her voice hitching as Buffy's fingernails dug into her waist, scraping deep gouges with her long fingernails.

"Not as fucked up at this." Buffy unzipped Faith's pants and thrust her hand under her underwear between her folds. They slipped in easily, to Faith's further humiliation. "You're wet. Did you hear that?" Buffy crowed to peanut gallery, which whistled and clapped appreciatively. "She's already wet for me. Slut." With that last word, she thrust 3 fingers deeply into Faith's channel.

It hurt. A lot. Tears came to Faith's eyes. She wasn't wet because this felt good, she was wet because she was a slayer. Fighting turned her on, which Buffy had known all along. Buffy withdrew then thrust again, adding a forth finger. A yelp of pain issued from Faith's lips and Buffy grinned savagely then thrust again, even harder. Faith's ribs hurt, making her gasp. "Stop," she said, uselessly. These were vampires, weren't they? They didn't know about mercy. She said it again. "Stop."

"You're not a virgin like I was," Buffy giggled, twisting her fingers around inside Faith who groaned, the sound of pain coming out like this was sex she enjoyed. "You really are a dirty slut. I thought you were, the first time I saw you at the library. I've been watching you for a long time."

Finally, after she'd got more sounds out of Faith, sounds Faith gave up reluctantly as some last shred of pride, she withdrew her hand, licking it clean of of the bloody traces left on it. Vampires are strong, and slayers are strong, and vampires who used to be slayers have strong hands.

"So good. So tasty. I'm thinking maybe I won't kill you yet. I'll just keep you as my pet. My own pet slayer." She let go of Faith's wrist, letting her slump to the floor.

"You can have her now. Don't drink from her, or I'll dust you." Her vampire henchmen, unwilling to believe their stroke of good luck, stood around doing nothing until Buffy suddenly snapped at them, her face creased with demonic ridges. "This might be your last chance to fuck a slayer! Go on! Don't be gentle. I want her broken."

Angelus went first and he wasn't gentle. None of them were.