Chapter VI

I'm finally gettin' somethin' to eat, after what seems like a year. Even though I was mega hungry, I still had to go wash her scent offa me first, `cause it was makin' me nutty.

This time no one looks at me in the chow line and I keep my eyes to myself too. My senses are aware of what's goin' on though, just in case someone's lookin' for a fight. Namely Deb.

I overheard someone say she wasn't too happy about my new livin' arrangements. Well fuck her, `cause now I know that the real Buffy can feel the sex that's happenin', I'm not lettin' Deb get her big ass paws on her again.

I know that's gonna be a struggle, `cause even though I fucked Vamp B good, she's still a bitch. She needs Deb for all the criminal shit she wants to do and Deb needs her to go down on.

Onetta smiles at me, "Good to see you back."

I give her a genuine smile, "Good to be back."

She piles my plate high with eggs, bacon and the government issue oatmeal.

"Hey, how come she gets that much?!" Someone behind me says.

"'Cause she ain't had a decent meal in a long time and she saved that girl yesterday."

The mouthy woman behind me laughs. "Onetta, you know there's not a decent meal within a mile of this place."

"Hush your mouth and step up here `fore you get nothin'."

Mouth shuts the fuck up and puts out her tray. Onetta practically throws the stuff on it. She doesn't like anybody makin' fun of her food. It's actually pretty good for prison food.

I sit down and notice Buffy watchin' me from her usual table, with Deb sittin' right next to her. Deb's not happy `cause she was talkin' to Buffy, and realizes she hasn't been listenin' to her probably since I came in. Vamp B's got a smirk on her face.

I don't play into her games, I just put my head down and scarf my food. When I'm almost done, someone at my table says thanks for saving Stella. They were friends. I nod a `you're welcome' and keep eatin'.

Man, I wish I had three more of these trays. All too quickly I'm done with my food and then I down my carton orange juice in one gulp.

The person sittin' next to me gets up suddenly and moves over. If I didn't feel the tingles I woulda thought I farted or somethin'.

Vamp B sits next to me, her legs straddlin' the bench. I turn my head and slide my eyes to the area over my shoulder . Deb's standin' there crackin' her knuckles. I turn back and look at my empty tray figurin' if she tries somethin', this would slice through her head like a tomahawk. Not that the trays are usually that dangerous, but in a Slayer's hands they are.

"Mmmm…" Vamp B moans. "You didn't even say good morning."

"Needed a shower and had to get somethin' in my stomach."

"You're so cute when you eat, you know that?" She leans in closer, not quite tryin' to whisper in my ear.

One of the guards gives Deb shit for standin' there.

"I'm not doin' nothin', I'm just waitin' for my friend." She says it all pissy.

"Looks like your `friend' is fine where she is."

"What the heck is with you screws lately?"

"Move off, Deb." He lifts his baton as a warnin'.

"Hey, it's ok. I was just leavin'." I say and stand up with my tray. Vamp B looks startled, then backs off.

She smirks at me, "Later."

"Why, you goin' somewhere?"

"I thought you were getting out of here."

"I am, but you're comin' with me."

She arches an eyebrow and then just gets up. She looks at Deb like "back the fuck off", and follows me while I put away my tray.

I worked some things out besides the whole "not lettin' anyone else fuck her if I can help it" thing.

One of `em came to me while I was eatin' breakfast.

"Are we going back to the cell?" She says in that sexy voice she has.

"Yeah."

"Oooh," She squeals and puts her arms around my bicep, practically skippin' beside me. "I like the sound of that."

Damn how I wish she was the real Buffy and we weren't in jail. And I really wish I knew what the fuck her plans were. Maybe this approach will help.

The "keep her satisfied in pussy and feedin'" approach.

"You've got ten minutes until job duties, ladies!" A guard yells. He looks at me and Buffy and winks. "Make the most of it." He says, when he looks away. Somehow I know he meant that last sentence for us.

The staff seems to know what's goin' on, but they're not doin' anything about it. In fact, they've been kinda helpin'. Probably part of Phyllis' plan.

When we get in the cell, Vamp B's all over me. "You fucked me so well last night, baby." She purrs in my ear, "You gonna do that again?"

"Later maybe."

"Later?!" She's instantly pissed. I drop my pants and sit down on my bunk, she looks puzzled...'til I spread my legs.

 Then the lust is back on her face.

"That's right, I fell asleep before you got any touch." She says as she makes her way over to me, swingin' her hips and walkin' as sexy as she can in the tight space. She kneels in front of me and smiles. "I'll make it good for you."

Slowly she pulls my underwear down and tosses them in the direction of my pants. Not really needed for what I want her to do, but whatever floats her boat.

She leans in and takes in a deep breath. "Oh, that smells so sweet."

"I bet it does, after all the sour puss you've been gettin'." I say with a smirk.

She laughs and then bends her head further to take a lick. That's when I catch her by the hair and stop her from goin' down.  Her tongue was in mid swipe.

"Oooh, are you gonna force me, baby? Am I your little dirty girl that needs to be taught a lesson?" Damn, she's fuckin' mega kinky, and even though I knew that from the shit I've been hearin' in here, I'm still a bit surprised `cause of whose face it's comin' outta.

I don't let anything stop me as I pop her a good one square in the nose, and blood comes rushin' out of it.

If she looked pissed before, it was nothin' compared to how she looks now. But she also looks excited `cause she's smellin' blood. It's not her blood that's gonna satisfy the hunger though.

As quick as a fuckin' flash her face vamps out.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, lemme see those fangs." I bait her.

She looks at me and bares her teeth. She's not as ugly to me as all the nameless vamps I've seen. Guess I've got a thing for vamps now. Shit, what the fuck am I sayin'? I'm doin' this to minimize her need for the others. `Cause I know my shit's potent and she won't be needin' to look anywhere else.

For more than just blood.

I look in her eyes and let her see the danger in mine. "You fuckin' get greedy and don't stop when I pull at your hair, I'm twistin' the whole head off your shoulders, got it?"

She realizes what I'm about to let her do and nods quickly. Her eyes are already startin' to roll back in her head.

I guide her face to the inside of my thigh, right up close to where my pussy meets my leg. I have to not look at this like Buffy's about to go down on me. I have to look at it like I'm invitin' Hannibal Lecter over for fava beans and a nice Chianti.

Her upper canines pierce the skin and I bite back a groan. That shit hurts. I keep a strong grip on her hair and make it so she can't latch on to the skin with her bottom teeth, don't need her shreddin' me up like I'm a fuckin' corned beef.

When I start to feel light headed, I decide she's had enough and pull at her hair. She wants to latch on more, but I'm ready for that and I pull her forcefully up by the high pony tail I got goin' on for her. She looks at me with wild blood lust in her eyes and her tongue lickin' out at her teeth to savor my blood.

I reach under her tank top and pinch one of her nipples. Hard. Her face goes normal. Damn, I think I just made a discovery.

She's pantin' like a motherfucker and the look on her face is more regular lust than the blood lust. Guess I gotta help her out or she'll be humpin' the leg of the next person she sees.

If slayin' makes Slayers hungry and horny, feedin' from the source makes vamps just plain horny. And because I'm a Slayer, it's like my blood's spiked with the highest quality X known to man or vamp.

I lift her up a bit and pull down her pants and panties in one motion. I let `em fall to the floor and then reach down and pull off her shoes too, `cause they don't look sexy at all. Blue Keds lookin' things with no laces and barely any sole. Figures that people who have barely any souls, or in Vamp B's case, no soul, wear `em.

Once her pants are off, I sit her up on my stomach and straighten up a little more, snakin' my hand down to her drippin' pussy. Just like yesterday, I don't ask permission before slidin' three fingers in her hole and startin' a rhythm that has her moanin'.

I tell her she's gotta be quiet or this stops. She gasps and then leans forward and hugs my head. If she weren't a vamp, I'd smash her lips to mine and help her keep quiet by shovin' my tongue so far down her throat, I could reach her lungs.

But this isn't my B, and I'm not gonna pretend she is.

This is business, not pleasure.

"Two minutes, ladies!" The guard yells and I pull her back slightly so we're out of view. It wouldn't be good if we were stopped at this point.

I can tell she's nowhere near close to comin', not in two minutes anyway. She's grindin' down slower than I want her to, drawin' out the pleasure she's feelin'. The angle of my wrist and the fact that she drained a buncha my blood isn't helpin' to speed things along. Then it hits me.

I reach down with my left hand and slip it through the blood that's still on my leg. When I bring my fingers up in front of her face, her eyes focus in on `em like they're the Holy Grail. I shove `em in her mouth and she sucks and slurps and that's it for her. She rears up and bangs her head on the top bunk, but doesn't miss a beat. She grabs hold of my hand and continues to suck on my fingers and buck and come on the hand that's in her pussy.

After a few more moments, I pull out of her and push her off to the side, lettin' her come down from her high. I take a look at the wound on my leg. Not too bad, just two small holes that'll be gone in an hour.

I use some toilet paper to dab at what's left of the blood and to get the come off my hand, and then I'm up and dressed.

"C'mon, Vampy. Let's get movin', you can't sleep yet."

"You're kidding me right?" She purrs, all satisfied, her hand cuppin' her pussy and her thighs squeezin' together.

"No, I'm as serious as a heart attack, so let's get goin'. Get your fuckin' stuff on. I don't wanna pull a shit job, `cause you're busy loungin'."

I can tell she really doesn't wanna get up, and half of me actually feels sorry for her. But I'm not pullin' shit duty so she can bask in the afterglow.

And when I say "shit duty", I mean shit duty. Ya gotta clean the bathroom stalls. Lemme tell ya, I've seen bathrooms at bus stations cleaner than the ones in this place.

She gets up with a growl and just manages to get her pants back on when we're all called out of the cells for a headcount.

"Looks like you know who got their freak on again." One of the inmates from next door says with a nod towards us.

"The smaller one looks like she got fucked goooood." Someone else moans. "Guess the retard knows how to fuck, huh?"

"You can tell by her back muscles…"

"Ladies, keep your mouths shut! Anyone who talks again is cleanin' the latrine with their tongue!"

Not a peep is heard from anyone for the rest of the headcount.

Me and Vamp B pull kitchen duty. Sweet, I haven't had that one in a long time. Gives me a chance to talk to Onetta.

Well, it's her usually talkin' to me, but I like to listen to her stories. She's a wise woman, seen a lot in her life and she's not even that old. Her and Eddie are in their forties. They met when she was a petty criminal and he was a young guard at the local jail. They fell in love and she turned straight and never looked back.

I like to hear those kindsa stories, `specially now.

Vamp B looks at the bucket of dishes Onetta just handed her to wash like she doesn't know what to do with `em. Come to think of it, the real B woulda looked at `em just the same.

"You don't have to hand wash `em honey, just load `em into the dishwasher there."

I give Vamp B a glare and she shrugs and starts doin' as she's told.

That's right bitch, I got you on a leash.

I position myself so I can do my work, occasionally lookin' at and answerin' Onetta and keepin' an eye on Vamp B.

After she's done loadin' about ten more buckets of trays and dishes, she looks up at me. I can see she's all fidgety, she wants to be bad. And not in the sexy, horny way she was last night and this mornin', but in the "I wanna hurt someone real bad and laugh at their pain" way.

"Can I go help her over there, Onetta?"

"Oh sure, honey, we've got most of the peas cleared outta the pods. Help that poor baby get that stuff loaded. She's just a little slip of a thing."

Vamp B looks at the back of Onetta's head like she's about to get murderous and I step right up to her.

"Don't you fuckin' even think about it, you got me?" I say low enough for her to hear, but not loud enough for Onetta to think anything's up. She'd just be thinkin' we're whisperin' to each other.

"I wanna…"

"I know what you wanna do, and I'm tellin' you, you wouldn't even make it past me before I'd have you gutted and strung up like that dude in Silence of the Lambs."

Her eyes flash, "That was a good movie."

"Everything alright there, ladies?" The guard watchin' us asks.

"Yeah, fine. Right, B?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"Fine." She spits out between clenched teeth.

"What are ya talkin' about?" He asks.

"She's gettin' bored of loadin', but I've got her under control."

"Good, keep workin'. Almost time for visitin' hours and someone's signed up to see you."

"Me?"

"Both of you."

Vamp B smirks at me and goes back to loadin' the dishwasher.

Oh great, who the fuck would come to see her?

"Why'd you bring the Squirt here, Willow?"

"I'm not a child, Faith. I wanted to see my sister." Dawn says like a brat and lookin' every bit like the twelve year old I used to know, even though she's gotta be almost fifteen now.

I don't let that cloud my decision, `cause if she don't go visit with B, then B goes back into the GP and with the way she's been feelin' since kitchen duty, I can't trust her. So I act like the hardass I hafta be so shit gets done.

"Well then why you double teamin' me? She's over there." I point to where B's sittin'.

"I'm scared."

"Look, I gotta say some stuff to Willow that I'm pretty sure she doesn't want you to hear."

"I'm not a…"

"…child, right I get it. Now go take your grown up ass and go sit in front of your sister. That glass is too thick for her to break through, I can't break through it either. `Sides the guards would have her restrained so fast, she wouldn't even be able to breathe on the glass."

"Vampires don't breathe." The brat says, all snotty and I have to stop myself from poppin' her the finger.

But my speech there musta made her believe me and she finally gets up and goes sits in front of B.

I know that shit's not gonna last long, so I don't mince words.

"Where were you yesterday?"

"Tracking down the orb we need for the spell. Turns out…"

I cut her off.

"What the fuck really happened with Angel?"

"He…"

"He's dead?"

She looks scared.

"Tell me the fuckin' truth or your girl over there gets dusted as soon as we leave here."

She nods.

"Who did it?"

Her eyes dart to B who's sittin' blowin' kisses at Dawn who's lookin' spooked.

"When?"

"Right after they came back from Mexico."

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I didn't…"

"You didn't think it'd matter to me, did you?"

"No…I mean, yes! I mean that's not what I meant! I-I didn't want you to know because…"

"Because why?!"

"Because you wouldn't help Buffy out if you knew."

She's got a point there, but I don't say shit about it or give her an inch. I keep movin' to the next question so she doesn't have time to think about it, and that way maybe she won't lie to me.

"Spike really dead, too?"

"Yes."

"Who did that?"

"Angelus."

"Why'd Vamp B say she did it?"

"I don't know."

I think I do, but I don't say anything, I just store that in my memory banks for later.

"Spike turn Buffy?"

"N-yes!"

"Sounds like a "no" to me Willow. "What the fuck are you tryin' to hide?"

She doesn't say anything and I get real pissed.

"Look, do you know what you fuckin' did by sendin' her here? You gave her unlimited access to people who are just itchin' to be one of her minions. She's hot and sexy and dangerous. Also, you put a lot of people's lives at risk. Did it matter to you about them?"

"Yes…"

"I'm not sure it did. But you know what I'm sure of?" I don't wait for her answer. "I'm sure that you're fuckin' playin' me for some fucked up crazy reason, and I can't figure out why. I need to know everything you know Willow. You want me to help her? Don't hide shit from me!"

"Shut up!" I hear Dawnie yell. Apparently Vamp B musta persuaded her into pickin' up the phone.

"She's gonna get us all sent back in, Red." I slide my eyes over to Dawn.

She looks over at where I'm lookin', "Dawnie, shhh, don't call attention…Well, don't listen to her!"

"I'm not trying to hide anything, Faith." She says back into the mouth piece.

I narrow my eyes at her.

"Honest, I'm not, not anymore!"

"Why didn't you tell Dawn you were comin' to see me?"

"Because we didn't want to get her hopes up."

"For what?"

"For Buffy being able to be re-ensouled. But when I got home last night…"

"You got your ass handed to ya?" I smile, "Good for Squirt." I sit a little forward in my chair and she shrinks back in hers, "How close are you to this spell thing?"

"Just a few more days, two weeks at the most."

"Did you know she gets extradited to Mexico in thirty, no wait, twenty nine days?"

"No! They're going through with that? I thought we cleared that…" She stops herself.

"'Cleared that' what?"

She looks around at the guards.

"I thought that case was cleared. We-we thought they dropped the charges." Look at Willow, the fuckin' lyin' assed bitch. I can't trust her any further than I can throw her. Which is pretty far and not really the point.

I hear Vamp B cackle and Dawn's got the phone held out from her ear.

"How did Angel lose his soul?"

She looks at Buffy again and my heart sinks into my stomach.

I know she's gonna tell me what I don't wanna hear. So I just hang up the fuckin' phone and get up.

"Play time's over, B."

"But I was having so much…"

"Get the fuck up or you'll be walkin' around on stumps." I say, low and mean.

"Prisoner 438339, stand up or you'll be tazed." A guard says.

Buffy looks at me, then at the guard, and makes her decision. She slowly hangs up the phone and blows another kiss at Dawn and Willow then, follows me out of the room.

When we get back into our cell it's me who's on her like a leech this time.

She smiles all sexy and her eyes show desire but I put too much pressure around her throat and even though she doesn't need to breathe, she starts flailin' `cause it hurts.

"I don't know what the fuck you think you were doin' earlier…" I let up on her throat so she can talk.

"I was just…havin' some stupid fun…I told her all the tricks I've been…"

"I'm a fuckin' trick?!"

"Well, a trick and a treat." She says all smart assed.

"Listen, little girl." I growl into her ear. "You have no fuckin' clue who you're messin' with. I'll cut the treats off, ya got that?"

"I…" She starts to sound scared, but then she remembers who she is. "I'd just find someone else."

"They ain't me, baby." I punch her in the face and she vamps out. I pull her head down and let her get another taste. Just a small one from my neck.

Motherfucker, that hurts!

When she tries to ramp up her strength, I squeeze her throat again and push her head up against the wall.

"They're not me, are they, baby?"

"No…no…no…" She says over and over, movin' her head from side to side, like she's never gonna lie to me again. "Fuck…so good…" Her eyes are doin' their roll back thing and she's tryin' to rub her pussy all over me.

God damn, my own pussy's spasmin' even though I don't want it to. Even though I'm tellin' myself that this bitch would fuckin' kill me if I let her.

Even though I'm thinkin' the real B's gonna be mega pissed at me.

That makes me frustrated and so fuckin' angry I wanna punish her. So I take hold of Vamp B's head and shove her to her knees.

Pullin' down my pants I shove my pussy in her face, makin' her eat me.

She lets out an excited squeal and immediately shoves her tongue deep into my hole. She's goin' to town and it's makin' me wanna punch her in the head and marry her all at the same time.

I haven't had anyone do this to me in a long, long time. And they were never this good.

I can hear her slurps and moans because my pussy's so wet and it sounds like she can't get enough. It's spurrin' me on, makin' me hotter than I wanna be.

I pull away from her and she growls out.

She looks like a dog I just took a bone from. I back up and sit down heavily on my bunk. She crawls over hungry, on her hands and knees, remindin' me of that dog again.

`Cept she's hot and not at all dog lookin'.

She pushes my legs apart and leans in but I put my hands on her head stoppin' her. She growls again and then sits back on her haunches, her lips in a pout.

Fuck, I made Vamp B pout. How fuckin' nuts is that?!

"Faithy…" She draws out my name when I don't meet her eyes like she wants me to. "Faith…please…"

God, I can't believe this. She makes me want her so fuckin' much `cause she sounds like Buffy and I know I can fuck her any way I wanna.

She puts her hands gently on my thighs and rubs `em.

"Please?" She sounds like if she doesn't get more of my pussy she's gonna die. It'd probably be easier if she was dead.

I don't fuckin' mean that `cause it would mean losin' the real B and I'm not ready for that. Don't know if I ever will be.

Vamp B kisses my knee softly, and it makes me look down at her, finally. A tear slips out of my eye. She's bein' so good right now. Lightly caressin' my thighs and plantin' little kisses.

"Don't cry, Faith." She says and it sounds so carin' that it makes more tears spill out. I don't sob or nothin' though, I just open my legs and lay back on the bunk. "I'll make it all better for you." She whispers.

She starts givin' my pussy long licks with her tongue and then latches on to my clit, suckin' on it like it's a piece of candy. She wasn't kiddin' when she said she'd make me feel better. It started somewhere in my chest, this fuckin' thing that felt like I swallowed a piece of the sun. Now it's spreadin' all over and shoots down to my groin when she slides two fingers in me and goes back to suckin' on my clit.

I put a hand on the back of her head, she looks up at me and winks. My pussy contracts.

She just looks so…so…Buffy like.

"Oh fuck, Buffy!" I scream out and come in her mouth. She takes her fingers out after my hole stops grippin' her like a vice and replaces `em with her tongue, suckin' all the juices down.

I flop back on the mattress again after watchin' her have her fun, and she sits back on the floor. She looks all proud of herself and has a grin on her face. I roll over and look at her. She lets out the slightest bit of a burp and I laugh. Even with her as a fuckin' murderous vamp, I can't help fallin' fuckin' head over heels. Kinda sucks.

Her face breaks out in a no-nonsense smile and I can't help but smile with her.

"Did you like it?" She asks.

"Yeah, I liked it."

"I always knew we'd be good together. Well, she always knew, I should say."

"And it took her becomin' a vamp to realize that."

"Wasn't her fault." She looks like she's tellin' the truth.

"What's with the heart to heart?"

"Would you rather I maim and kill?"

"I'd be less jumpy."

"You look relaxed to me."

"Try and make a break for the door."

Her eyes flash with the challenge I've just thrown down and she jumps up, gettin' a big run at the door, but as promised, I beat her to it. I stop her from leavin' with my arm actin' like a barrier across the open doorway.

Don't even care that my business is hangin' out for the people passin' by to see.

What a difference a fuckin' couple of weeks make, yeah?

I haven't seen the real B in a slayer dream in over a week. Don't know if that's a good or bad sign.  

Vamp B's been pretty much the same this whole time. She gets nutty and I hafta fuckin' beat her, or fuck her, and let her have a drink and then she calms down.

We've also had kitchen duty for a week or so, and I spoke to Onetta about what kinds of foods they could get in so that I could keep my blood supply replenishin' quickly and my body not strugglin' with all the blood loss. So now I'm eatin' fuckin' liver and spinach and stuff that I'd thought I'd die before I'd eat. Not that I hate vegetables, but spinach hasn't been my friend.

Vamp B and I only do it once every other day, that's all she really needs.

But the fuckin' is a three times a day thing. Like meal time. For her, though, `cause she still looks like she ate the biggest dinner after she finishes chowin' down on my snatch. And then when it's the real meal time, she gives me most of the stuff off her tray. `Cause she don't need to eat it.

Deb was fuckin' pissed at that.

After a day or so, while I'm catchin' a nap in the yard, she comes to me.

I'm layin' on her lawn in Sunnydale, catchin' some rays. She leans down and wakes me up with a kiss.

"Hey," I squint up at her. "What was that for?"

"For nothing." She shrugs. "Just haven't seen you in a while. Well, that's not true. I see you more and more each day. The happier she feels."

"Really?" Fuck, that's fuckin' awesome. My brain works overtime tryin' to figure out how we could use that to our advantage.

"You look surprised."

"Well, I am. I thought you'd be so fuckin' pissed at me first of all…"

"Why? Didn't you trust yourself?"

"You did?"

"I did, I do. I knew you'd be able to do it."

"That makes me feel so fuckin' great, B." I smile up at her and she reaches out for my hand, I pull her down to lay on top of me.

"Why didn't we do this before?"

"Dunno, but does it really matter, now?"

"It kinda does." She says and I get that sinkin' feelin' that somethin's wrong.

"How come?"

"I haven't felt that funny feelin' in a few days."

"Whadda ya mean?" I'm thinkin' maybe she hasn't felt the sex feelings that me and Vamp B have been givin' her the last couple of days. The fact that she feels it and obviously likes it, is blowin' my mind and it makes special to me. Now I don't feel so fuckin' guilty for sleepin' with Vamp B so much.

The thing I feel guilty about now is doubtin' us.

"Well, I kinda feel hot. More so than usual."

"That's `cause all the sweet girl love you've been gettin' courtesy of yours truly."

She smiles but then her face becomes serious. "No, that's not what I mean. I feel like `hot' hot. Like the sun's too hot or something."

Huh?

Oh fuck, Willow!

I sit up bolt upright in my dream and wake up the same way in the yard.

"Prisoner 438339, comin' out!"

"No!" I yell and run like I'm the one about to burn up from the sun.

Chapter VII

I hear a couple orders bein' barked out, but I don't fuckin' pay attention. All I'm focused on is the woman in front of me about to burst into flames. She looks like she's in pain.

Somethin' bites into my leg and ass, but still I don't let it stop me. I launch myself and fly into Vamp B, tacklin' her back through the doorway and into the cover of the dark hall.

"Oof!" She says as we hit the ground. "I…am I…?"

"Shh, you're ok." I whisper.

The guards finally catch up and pull me off her.

"Hey, don't shoot!" I put my hands on top of my head. They've got their guns trained on me.

"Too late for that," One of `em says. "She took two hits and it didn't faze shit." He says to his buddy like he can't believe it.

Fuck, now I realize what the biting feelin' was. Never been shot before. `Til now.

"Stay down!" Another guard yells, and I wanna fuckin' say: `Well then why did you pull me to my feet, asshole?' but I just kneel down as best I can, then lay face down on the floor.

Buffy's groanin'.

"What was she trying to do?" The head guard says.

"I don't know, she just attacked this one here."

"With what, acid? Look at the burns on her hands and face."

"I didn't see her throw anything." Eddie says. "As a matter of fact, looked like the girl was hurt before she walked all the way out."

Some other people come runnin' up with gurneys.

"Take `em both to the infirmary: this one for burns from fuck knows what and this one here with gunshots to the back of the leg and ass."

"She's lucky they weren't head shots." One of the medical dudes says as they pick me up and lay me face down on the gurney.

"Eddie don't shoot to kill." A guard chuckles.

And thank fuck for that.

After a couple hours of surgery, which I was mostly awake for `cause they don't know that it takes more than a regular dose of anesthesia to keep me out for longer than thirty minutes, they wheel me back into the common room. I can see Vamp B there with bandages on her hands and face.

They put my bed next to hers. I notice she's chained to the bed, but they left me un-cuffed.

I'm still face down with my ass slightly propped in the air. I feel like a fuckin' dork.

"You awake?" I ask her.

She turns her head and I can see her eyes, the smell of all the blood's got to her. She looks like she wants to murder me, what the fuck do I do now?

"Is Buffy in there, at all?" I try to appeal to the real Buffy to calm her, but she's definitely checked out.

Jerome comes in and her eyes immediately cut to him.

Oh fuck no. No. This ain't happenin'.

"How's my burn victim?" He says to B. She moans and whispers somethin'. She's a smart one. He'll have to bend down to her to make out what she's sayin' and it'll give her a shot at his neck.

"Jerome, dude, can you check my leg out?!" I say, kinda like my flesh is bein' eaten off or somethin'.

"What's up?"

"I don't know, it hurts real bad."

He lifts the bandage and says, "It looks fine to me, almost like it's healin' already. Damn girl, you're somethin' else."

"Can you get me somethin' for the pain?"

"You've had all they'll let the prisoners have. Sorry."

"But…"

"Only thing I can do is go ask the Warden."

"Man, please, please, please ask her. Please." I beg like I've never begged before.

As soon as he's out the door, I look around to make sure no one else it watchin'. Me and B are the only ones in this part of the ward and no guards are in sight.

I hop off the bed. My legs feel kinda numb like they're asleep, but I don't think of how they should feel, I think of `em workin' like regular legs. My ass is hangin' out, but again, I don't care.

I shuffle over to B's bed with the drippy thing they've got attached to my hand, guess they thought I lost a lot of blood and needed a pint.

"Here, B. Suck on this." I pull the tube out of my hand and put it in her mouth. She looks like she's tryin' to suck, but it's not comin' out fast enough. Kinda looks funny. I spot a valve lookin' thing at the mouth of the blood bag and I twist it. The mixed look of hunger and relief on her face makes me feel sorry for her and angry beyond belief at Willow.

She's gonna hear some shit from me. Soon.

Once the bag is almost completely gone I pull the tube out of her mouth and attach it back to the thing in my hand. I wipe some drops that spilled on her lips and let her suck `em off my finger for a second or two. I hop back into the bed, ass up, as Phyllis and Jerome are comin' into the room.

"Faith, Jerome is going to give you a small shot of pain killer. Is that ok?"

I nod, lookin' desperate. Scared shitless is more like it. What the fuck would they have done if we were caught?

"That's all I can legally give you, sorry, but it's regulations."

As soon as he presses the plunger, I relax my face and sigh.

"That's better." I lie. I don't feel a fuckin' thing. On second thought, I guess maybe I do, `cause the slight pain in my leg and ass are gone.

"Good." She smiles at me and then watches Jerome check on Buffy, who's been quiet this whole time. "How is she?"

"Thought she was hurtin' before, but now she's sleepin'."

"Give her a shot, too. I'll fill out the necessary paperwork back in my office. When you're done with that, please go fill out your portion."

"Okay." He fixes the needle and gives B a shot of painkiller. She sighs.

Fuckin' fuck. My pussy's always gotta respond to her sounds of pleasure?

Phyllis waits until Jerome leaves the room.

"What happened out there, Faith?"

"I don't know. All I know is she looked like she was in pain, like she was burnin' up, so I tackled her."

"Sun allergy?"

"She's never had it before, can people develop it?"

"They might, I'll have the doctor's check into it. In the meantime, we'll have to keep her inside. Do you mind babysitting?"

I look over at Vamp B. King Tut with a fine ass.

"No, I don't mind."

"Sorry you had to be shot."

I do my best to shrug in the position I'm in, "Ya gotta do what ya gotta do, right?"

She lets out a small laugh, "Right." She looks like she's about to say somethin' and stops herself.

"Phyllis?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"I don't know, but I feel like I should thank you."

She laughs. Damn, laughin' agrees with her.

She's a MILF, that's for fuckin' sure.

"Well, I'll take it as a thank you for the pain killer and say `you're welcome'. Now get some rest."

"Ok." I smile and watch her walk away in the mirror they've got on my headboard.

I look over at my other MILF, Mummy I'd Like to Fuck, and whisper her name.

"That's the warden?" She asks without lookin' at me. It's the first thing I've heard her say since she was tryin' to get Jerome to bend down to her.

"Yeah, why?"

"That ass is real fine."

"You're tellin' me." I laugh. I can see some movement under her sheets and I know what she's doin'.

"Mmmm-hmmmm, real fine."

I feel a twinge of jealousy `cause she's jackin' to Phyllis' ass, but I shouldn't care at all. `Cause she's Vamp B.

After a few more minutes, she's almost done with herself, and I try not to listen as she moans and sighs when she comes.

Like I said, it's business.

We don't say nothin' else to each other and after a while I can tell she's sleepin'.

I let my eyes slide shut, I'm not gonna sleep, I'm just gonna rest enough to be able to see her.

We're in her bed and I'm lyin' on my stomach and she's lookin' over at me.

"I…I've never done this before…" She sounds nervous.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." I whisper to her, tryin' to be as soft as I know how.

Holy shit, I can't believe this is happenin'. Holy shit.

I lean in to kiss her, not tryin' to get on top yet. Don't wanna freak her completely.

I don't think this is a Slayer dream, but it seems like she's here with me, like it's real. Gotta treat it that way, see where it goes.

I wanna ask her about Angel, but I feel like it'll kill the mood.

So instead, I go with playful after our kiss ends, "Never done this before? Kissing?"

She shakes her head, "Well, we've kissed a couple of times, but I've never, done `it' with a girl before."

"What makes you think we're gonna do it?"

If it turns out this is a Slayer dream, somethin' always seems to interrupts us.

"Isn't that what this is about?" She makes a gesture towards her body and I raise my eyebrow. She pulls the covers down slightly and I can see she's naked.

"Ooh, B. You slut, you."

She covers up quickly and gets a blushy smile on her face.

"Awww, don't cover up, I like you slutty." I wiggle my eyebrows.

She looks upset at that, and says quietly after a moment, "I know, I've felt it."

She means Vamp B, and just like that I've gone and ruined our moment. She's lookin' down at her hands that are now clutching the top of the comforter, protectin' her goods.

"Buffy," I say so she'll look at me. "This is gonna sound mega creepy and like a total line, but it's true."

"What?"

"I think about you when we're like that."

"You're right, that does sound like a totally creepy line."

At least she's smilin'.

"I mean, I think about it as helpin' you. I'm not enjoyin' it."

She looks a bit skeptical at that.

"You don't enjoy it?"

"Not really."

"I've felt you enjoying it."

"True, but that's because I felt you enjoyin' it too."

"How do you know it's me? She seems to get a ton of satisfaction out of it, how can you tell the difference?"

"'Cause it's not her I feel the love from."

She smiles a little and I'm pretty sure I just said the right thing. `Cause she leans in and plants one on me.

We shift around a little and I can feel her soft skin against mine. Fuck, that feels good. Her skin's warm and suddenly I feel like I've gotta touch all of it.

Without stoppin' our kiss, I lift up and move over so I can get on top. She parts her legs and I settle in between. Oh fuck, that fuckin' feels good. She turns her head slightly and gasps, guess she thinks so too.

I bend down to her neck and place kisses up and down it.

"Faith," She whispers.

"Mmm?" I ask, not takin' my lips from her skin.

"Touch me."

I think my brain just checked out. That's the sexiest fuckin' thing I've ever heard.

"Are you sure?" Just have to be one hundred percent we're on the same page here.

"Yes, I want you inside."

Now, that is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

Vamp B might be fuckin' sexy as hell, but this B takes the fuckin' cake.

"Stop thinking about her, you're with me now."

"Sorry, B." Shit, forgot that she can do that.

"So, what're you waiting for? I said fuck me."

Holy shit!

I feel her forehead. Nope, no fever. She's warm though, so this ain't the other one.

"Stop making fun, I'm serious. Please?"

I stop all the kiddin' around and look into her eyes. I can see desire there, and the best part about that is it's desire for me.

I'm feelin' pretty fuckin' good about myself right now. Without lookin' away from her, I start a slow rhythm of grindin' against where we're connected in the one key area.

"That's goooood," She practically purrs, and I pray I don't come too soon, `cause I'm tryin' to be the smooth one here, the one with all the experience. But damn, it's makin' me so hot I can barely breathe.

It's just knowin' this is the real B might be too much for me.

She turns my face back to her when I look away, and her looks says, "It's ok. Be with me…"

I bend my head down and we share a wet, needy kiss. She wraps her legs around me and I can feel her lock them behind my back. That really has me goin' and I pick up the pace.

"Oh, just like that, baby." She says, when our kiss ends, she leans her forehead on mine.

That sounds so good coming from her. It sounds right.

I reach down between us use my finger on her clit. She's gaspin' and groanin' and leans in for another deep kiss, so I rub her clit a little faster and pinch it when she sucks on my tongue. She groans really loud and squeezes the fuck outta me with her thighs, her clit's explodin' under my fingertips.

I move my hand away when I've got my clit right on hers, and I thrust a couple of times. It's sendin' me over the edge and her into her second orgasm.

"Buffy! Fuck!"

"Faith! Oh, Faith!"

I hold onto her head and look her in the eyes again, this time I see the love that's always been there. I just couldn't see it before for all the hate.

I'm still buckin' and grindin', tryin' to keep these feelings runnin' through me.

"I love you, Buffy." I say before I capture her lips in another hungry kiss. She looked a little stunned, but then she's relaxin' into it and givin' as good as she's gettin'.

Finally, when my pussy's gone from spasming to a dull throb, I stop rubbin' against her. We're still lip locked and I feel like everything I am and everything I've worked for is all pourin' out into our kiss.

When we break she says somethin' totally Buffy, and it makes me love her even more.

"Okay, can't say I saw the multiple orgasms coming. That's another first." She's still tryin' to catch her breath.

I kiss the side of her face and rest myself a little more into her. Pretty sure I won't crush her, even though it looks like I could. I'm just too fucked up to move right now. Literally.

"Faith?"

"Am I crushin' you?"

"No, you're fine…well, more than fine, in fact that feels so good right where you are. I was going to ask…"

"Since forever." I answer her question.

She's quiet for a few seconds, then asks, "Can you read my mind too?"

"Not really, but I know it'd be somethin' you'd want to know. Was I right?"

"Yes, that's what I was going to ask."

"Surprised to hear it, huh?"

"A little, but more than happy you said it."

"It was the…" I stop myself.

"What?"

"Nothin'."

"No, c'mon, don't do that. What were you going to say?"

I let out a puff of air and figure to go with my heart. "If I was bein' truthful that night, I would've told you I loved you."

"The night I stabbed you?" She sounds puzzled.

I laugh, "Well, that night too. And every other night in between."

"You mean the night you saw me at the Bronze?"

"Yeah," I whisper in her ear. "I would've sounded like a real creep, huh?"

"'You're Buffy, right? I'm Faith. I love you'?"

"See? Doesn't work, does it?"

"Works for me." She says with a laugh.

"Well, not then. You would've booked the other way."

"But it's how you felt." She says finishin' my thought for me.

"Yes."

"Well, I can't say that I felt the same at that time. But I do now."

"S'all that matters, B."

We share another kiss and I don't know about her, but I'm ready to go again.

She starts grindin' against me and I've got my answer.

"You meant what you said before, `bout me bein' inside you?" I whisper when our kiss breaks.

She looks up at me and her eyes are almost the color of wheat. Fuck, my pussy even gets excited about the color of her eyes.

Buffy nods and smiles, "You've got it bad, huh?"

"The worst," I groan. "And what sucks is, I can't read your mind, but you can read mine."

"Probably because I haven't been as open with you've been with me."

"Buffy, I know we have to talk, but can we do it later?"

"Yes. More sex now?"

"More sex, definitely."

I start to kiss her, but pull away after just a few short ones. She groans. As I make my way down her body those groans go from unhappy sounding to moans of pleasure.

"Mmmm, god…."

I'm suckin' on one of her nipples and rollin' the other between my fingers. She gasps as I nibble and tweak at the same time.

All the fuckin' me and Vamp B did this past week, and it's nothin' compared to this. I wish it wasn't just a Slayer dream, I wish it was real `cause then I wouldn't have to give it up.

But B would've never done shit to land her in jail, so I gotta look at this like a blessing. Or some shit like that.

After switchin' up and givin' equal time to her other nipple, I have to rip myself away, and this time it's me who wants to groan. Buffy's breathin' is pickin' up as I kiss in between her tits, she can tell where I'm headed.

"Faith, wait…"

I stop kissin' her, but I don't take my lips off her skin: "Hmmm?"

"I've never…"

I pick my head up and look at her.

"Been with a girl before, I know. Don't be scared, I'll take it slow." I bend my head back down to her body and start trailin' kisses down her skin again. She threads her hands through my hair and gently lifts my head so she can look in my eyes.

"I mean…no one's ever…you know…"

Whoa. "Never?"

She shakes her head.

Fuckin' punks.

"I don't know if it…" She looks frustrated, `cause she can't think of the right words. "I don't know what to do."

I smile at her like she can't be serious, "I gotta teach you how to roll your head from side to side and scream, `Oh yeah, Faith, right there, baby.' over and over?"

She smiles then instantly glares at me, "Not funny, Faith."

"Your mouth doesn't think so, B."

"Your mouth needs shutting, F."

"Well, let me get to it then." I wink at her and she rolls her eyes at me. Then I get serious, "Let me know if it's too much, okay?"

She nods and I resume kissin' my way down her body. I lick around her belly button and she laughs. It's always been one of my sensitive spots too.

"Good to know," She was about to laugh, but she gasps instead `cause I just licked right down to her pubic bone.

I've never really made love this way, never this slow, and sure as shit never called it makin' love. Not like I'm a pussy expert, but I know what feels right, what's turnin' me on and what's gonna make her scream the loudest.

Never gone down on a woman either.

When I get down to her pussy, I make myself all comfortable and breathe in. Damn that smells sweet. I lean in and take my first lick, just on the outside.

"Ohhh," She whispers and her legs threaten to squeeze my head `til it pops. I pull her thighs apart and hold her legs open.

Her moans are makin' me hot and I get bolder, "Keep your legs apart, okay?"

"Yes, yes, okay, yes." She gasps.

I pull her pussy lips open and take a lick inside.

"Yes!" She yells. "Oh, yes!"

If I weren't so turned on right now, I'd laugh. I see her clit peek out at me, almost like it's wavin' and I lick my hello.

"OH, FUCK YES, FAITH!"

Pretty sure you can't lose your hearin' in a Slayer dream, but shit, I think I might have.

Her hands grab onto my hair, and I don't care that she's pullin' at it like it's weeds fuckin' up her precious garden. I'm lickin' and suckin' with a steady rhythm and every time I get to her clit, she pulls my hair harder and tears spring to my eyes, but I don't let it slow me down.

Probably be bald by the time we're through.

"Oh, Faith, right there, baby, yes!" I sneak a peek at her without takin' my mouth off her snatch and it's just like I said, she's thrashin' her head back and forth.

I concentrate just on her clit and swirl around it at the same time I'm slidin' one of my fingers into her.

"More, please, more…"

I slide in another one and rub towards the area where her clit is.

OW!

"OH!"

I take my mouth off her, "B, hold onto the sheets, baby." Fuck, she really did yank out some hair.

She does as she's told and clutches at the sheets.

"I'm gonna…Faith…"

"Let it go…" I pull her clit back into my mouth and suck hard.

"Fuck!" She practically sits straight up and then falls back to the bed. Her hips are doin' their best to try and buck me off, then they're tryin' to pop my head again.

Her clit's disappeared and in its place is all her come pourin' out, like fuckin' honey from a comb.

After her body stops jerkin' and her juices have stopped leakin' out as fast as they were, and after she whines for me to stop or she's gonna die, I kiss my way back up her body. Stoppin' right at her face, I pull back, just lookin' at her.

When she opens her eyes she throws her arms around me, crushin' me down on her and kissin' me like the Earth's about to blow.

Didn't think she'd want to kiss me after what I did to her, but I gotta admit, her kissin' me like this, with her taste still on me? It's fuckin' turnin' me on.

Like I wasn't already "on" enough.

When we need air she breaks our kiss, but hugs me tighter to her, "Oh, fuck, what…uh…wow?"

I pull back and kiss her lips. She looks like she's about to fall asleep, like Buffy, like Vamp B.

"Just…resting…"

"Yeah, I know. Look, if we wake up not…here…I just wanted to say - `I love you' again."

"I love you again, too." She sighs.

That makes me smile. I lay down next to her and watch as she sleeps.

Fuckin' freaks me out when she opens one eye, "You're watching…"

"Yeah, I'm watchin' you."

"Cuddle…"

"Knew you'd be the cuddlin' kind." I laugh and gather her into my arms. She rests her head on my shoulder and soon she's snorin' all soft.

I close my eyes and Vamp B's got a smug look on her face. "Should have had her ass too."

My eyes immediately spring open.

What the fuck kinda fucked up shit is that? The Powers don't have anything better to do than fuckin' make it so if I fall asleep in a Slayer dream, its Vamp B I dream about?

Don't need to fuckin' sleep in here, I'll just listen to her breathe.

I just lay back lookin' up at her ceilin' and listenin' to the sounds of the house. Damned if it don't sound like Dawnie and Mrs. S. are downstairs in the kitchen. Almost like I can smell a roast cookin' too.

She burrows a little closer into me and kisses my shoulder, sighin' a little sigh and makin' me fall in love with her all over again.

Like a pussy. But at least it's a happy pussy.

When she finally wakes up, she starts smilin' and it makes my heart feel fucked up.

"You're still here."

She leans in and kisses me. Sweet.

"Not goin' nowhere." I smile back at her after the kiss ends.

"I know…but…" She looks worried.

"I know, it can't last, but while we're here let's just be here, ok?"

"There are things you should know…"

Here it is: the fuckin' talking part.

"Faith, don't be rude, you don't want to be left in the dark, do you?"

"No, I don't. Sorry."

"Look, I don't know why she did it, or how really, but Will…" She pulls the sheets around her, almost like she needs their protection. "We were helping Angel, in L.A. and she did a spell…It…it took away his soul."

Holy fuck, no.

"How did…how?"

"I don't know, but I know she didn't do it on purpose."

"But she lied to me…"

"When? What did she tell you?"

"She let me believe you and Angel fucked and that's how he lost his soul."

She gets a worried look on her face again. "No, I don't know why, but no. I wouldn't have…we couldn't…Angelus is…"

"A fuckin' monster, I know. He killed Spike?"

She nods her head.

"When?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Why not?"

"I'm not proud of it."

I laugh, "What? Were you havin' like a threesome?"

Her face looks like I just told her I stepped on her cat and killed it.

"Fuck, whoa," I shake my head to get the image out. Even though it's not too bad of an image, she'd still slap me for havin' it.

I catch her hand in mid air. Do I know her or what?

"I told you I'm not happy about it."

"He dusted Spike after you guys did it?"

"Before we were finished."

Things get quiet between us. I'm still tryin' to process it all, tryin' to be a big girl about it.

Fuck, it, not like I've never…let me not finish that thought.

"This happen in Mexico?"

"No, in L.A., the day after Willow did the spell."

"But, wait, okay, so Angelus and Spike forced you to have sex? Or did Angelus turn you before that?"

"No, Angel didn't turn me. Willow did."

My heart goes stone cold.

And I find I'm back in the infirmary, with Vamp B ready to clamp down on my neck.

Chapter VIII

I struggle to push her head back from my neck, she's growlin' and I'm gruntin'. We must sound like a great pair.

I finally manage to flip myself onto my back and use my feet to push her over to her bed. She flops onto her back for a second, but then she's up again and stalkin' over to me. I get up and stand on the bed and keep her away by kickin' out at her head. She manages to catch my foot and flip me down on the bed, and then she's on top of me again.

All vamped out.

"What…the fuck…B?" I struggle to ask while keepin' her from latchin' on to me. She keeps growlin' and tryin' her best to wear me down.

I've had a fuckin' `nough of this bullshit. I push her back and pop her in the face. Her nostrils flare and she licks the blood that's runnin' out of her nose.

Fuckin' gross dude, but the look in her eyes is lusty and I know what she wants. Dunno if I'm gonna give it to her though. Just seems it would really be cheatin' now.

"What do you mean, baby? You ate her pussy…I thought you were givin' out freebies."

I get back up into a position where I can pounce if I need to. "Pretty sure that means the opposite. What the fuck business is it of yours? `Sides, you had blood tonight, I thought you'd be good for a while."

"I smelled yours all fucking day, you think that little bag of…" She makes a `whatever' gesture with her hand and continues. "is gonna to do the trick? As if that wasn't enough, I was forced to lay here and do nothing while you two fucked like rabbits."

Her face goes back to normal and she looks hurt. She sits down and turns her head away. Kinda jumpy like a junky that's in need of a fix.

I get down off my bed, but I keep a safe distance.

"So, what the fuck? You can't ask? You gotta try to drain me in my sleep? What the fuck have we been doin' all week?"

She looks at me like I just told her she was ugly.

"You gonna let me or are you gonna run your mouth all night?"

I sit down next to her and move my hair away from my neck.

She shakes her head a little, "Not from there."

I know what she wants. She likes to drink from the area I first let her drink from. Near my pussy. I scoot back on the bed and lay down as she hovers over me like a fuckin' jaguar gettin' ready to eat its prey.

I pull her head up by her hair, and give her the same warnin' I always give. She drains too much and I fuckin' waste her.

She and I both know that the threat I give her every time we do this is a lie. `Cause I love her too much to do that now.

After she gets her fill, she laps at my pussy and I let her. She acts like she can't get enough and when I come, I feel her lick at my clit bringin' me down easy, not pullin' any sneaky bullshit. It's almost like she's a carin' lover. Kinda how I imagine the real Buffy would be if she ever did this to me.

I'm spent and she finally lifts herself off me. She crawls back up and flops down next to me…Damn, her face is throwin' me.

I expected her to look smug, I didn't expect her to look hurt.

"What's the matter?" I ask when I finally get my breathin' under control.

She flips over, facin' away from me without another word.

This sounds crazy, but I think she might have feelings for me. Nah. She's a fuckin' soulless vamp, why would she care about me?

It feels awkward bein' with her like this, after the lovin' time I had with Buffy. I remember what B told me about Willow and I wonder if Vamp B's got any insight on that.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" I try to go with soundin' submissive, hopefully she'll be nicer.

"You're welcome, by the way."

"What?"

"Usually when I make a girl come, they say thank you."

I wanna laugh. I seriously wanna howl with fuckin' laughter, but then she'd probably be able to end my life right now. I'd have such a fuckin' stitch in my side, no way would I be able to fight her off.

When I feel like I won't laugh if I open my mouth, I say, "Listen, I'm not…"

"Just ask your fucking question." She says all bitchy.

"Hey, what the fuck do you think we're doin' here? You're the one who fuckin' feeds off me. I don't ask you to eat my pussy, too."

"I don't hear you saying `no'."

What can I say to that? Why do I let her do it? She doesn't really need it. I mean, it looks like she jones' for it, but it's the blood she really needs.

"What's goin' on with you?" I ask.

She lets out a hurt sigh, "Nothing, okay? Drop it. Didn't you have a question to ask?"

I don't really wanna drop it. I reach out to her and touch her back, she shrugs me off and moves further away.

"Hey, look at me."

"Hey, fuck you. I'm done; just go back to your own fucking bed now."

"Are you cryin'?"

"What?" She laughs, but I can hear somethin' that definitely sounds like tears in her voice. "You're fucking crazy."

I spend a few more minutes starin' at her back, then I get up and go back to my own bed. But this time I don't close my eyes.

And I don't ask my question.

Three days later we're released back into GP. Vamp B's burns are almost all gone, and I can walk. I use a cane because they gave it to me and because I don't wanna explain how I can just walk like nothin' happened after bein' shot twice.

She still hasn't really talked to me, and she feeds from my bicep. She won't go near my pussy or my neck.

Shittiest part about the whole thing is she's been hangin' around Deb and her crew again.

When I saw her in the mess talkin' and laughin' with them, I wanted to fuckin' throw up. I felt like one of those girls that'd been hangin' with a popular boy over the summer, but now that they're back at school he don't wanna fuckin' look at her.

What the fuck is my problem?

I take my seat in the mess hall and I see them talkin' and whisperin' like lovers. Vamp B catches my eye and looks at me like she did when she first got here. Like she's gonna kill me, all with that fuckin' smug smile on her face.

Someone from Sasha's crew, Nellie, comes over and sits with me, and it gives me the distraction I need.

"Hey, sorry to hear you got shot, girl."

"Yeah, twice."

"Man, and you're walkin' around. You gonna hafta use that crip stick for long?"

"Not really, probably another week or so."

"Fuck, that's good to hear."

She looks around at the people nearby, then at B and her group of fans who're all laughin' and carryin' on.

"Hey, ain't that your girl back there?"

"That's…" I don't wanna say "Deb's girl". I can't without wantin' to choke. "She's her own girl. No one's got rights to her."

"She's a fuckin'…whadda they call that? Enigma? Badass bitch wrapped up in a tight body, lookin' like a fuckin' Valley girl, yo. Don't even wanna know shit about shit. Ya know?"

I laugh, "Yeah, ya hit the nail on the head with that one."

"You fucked her good, though, man. I heard you two go at it all night. None of them other bitches she's got can even come close to that."

I look over at her table and Deb glares at me.

"It's all bullshit anyway, none of it means anything." I say, when I take my eyes off Deb.

We sit in silence for a little bit more, just eatin'. More of Sasha's crew come up and take seats at the table.

"Hey, how is Sasha?" I didn't see her when I was in the infirmary, figured she was in another wing.

They all look down at their trays, some of `em were in mid-bite and stopped. Fuck.

"They switch off the machine tomorrow. All her family's been in to see her." Nellie says, not keepin' eye contact with me.

"They let any of you guys in to see her?" I ask after a while.

She nods, "Yeah, gave us five minutes each."

Oh, I'm so fuckin' pissed off at Wilma and her fuckin' crew right now. I push my tray away from me and lean back on the bench. I'm lookin' anywhere I can, I feel like fightin' somethin'.

"Save it. Don't fuckin' start somethin' now, Faith. Wilma's crew gets out of solitary in three days."

"Where's Wilma?"

"She gets out tomorrow."

I lick my lips and get up from the table.

"Let me know, I'd like to be there for the `welcome back party'."

Nellie puts her hand out and I give it a short shake.

"You're alright. Sasha was right about you, girl." She gives me a smile and I wanna cry, but I manage to give her a smile back.

"Not so retarded after all, huh?"

"Fuck no, not at all."

"See ya."

"Word."

That makes me smile as I pick up my tray and dump it in the bucket.

"Lehane, you're call is ready. You've got ten minutes." The new lady guard says to me. I don't even know her name yet. I wonder what happened to Candy, but I really don't fuckin' care. This one seems decent enough.

"Faith?"

"Willow, I'm so fuckin' pissed at you right now."

"Why?"

"I don't even know where to fuckin' begin."

"Is this about the spell?"

"The `Protection from the Sun' spell?"

"No, the `Not Having the Other Spell Ready Yet' spell."

"Look, just listen to me! Buffy told me some stuff I need answers to, and I don't want any of your fuckin' lies."

"What did she say?" Will sounds scared.

"She told me YOU turned her Red. You a fuckin' blood sucker too?"

"No!"

"Well what then?"

"Can I tell you the next time I visit? I'm kinda in the middle of something."

"No, NOW!"

She sighs, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen, Faith. You have to believe that before you hear my story."

"Keep goin', I'm listenin'. And none of your babblin', we don't have time."

"Did Buffy tell you we went to L.A. to help Angel with a demon that was killing people in droves?"

"Yeah, she told me `bout that."

"I did a spell to try to contain the demon's power and it…"

"Removed Angel's soul."

"A-and…"

It hits me.

"And Buffy's." I close my eyes.

"I don't know how it happened, I had the spell contained. It was working, then…"

"Then you just ripped the souls outta everybody around you?"

"Buffy and Angel were fighting him when the spell hit."

"Why'd you let me believe her and Angel fucked?"

"I didn't say that! When did I say that?!"

She's right, she never said that. I just assumed `cause she lookoked at Buffy when I asked how Angel lost his soul. Shit, I should've know better than that.

"What else don't I know?"

"I'm almost done with the spell."

"How can I trust you to do it? You know she was almost burned up the other day? We fuckin' spent three days in the infirmary, I got shot in the ass tryin' to keep her from burnin' up, Red."

"I'm sorry, Faith. I forgot."

"Well, we can't go out unless you redo it."

"I'm on it. I can do it from here."

"Can you do the other one from there?"

"I don't know, I'll try."

"No `tries', Red. Either you do it or you don't."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

I can't believe her.

"Cut it with the nerd shit, Willow. Just fuckin' get it done."

"I got it, Faith. I promise if I can't do it remotely, Giles and I have a plan to do it from inside."

"Well, let me know if you need me for anything."

"I will. Thanks for everything you're doing. I know it must be hard."

"Nothing will be harder than explainin' to me how this shit went wrong."

"I…"

"Who turned her?"

"I don't know exactly. My guess is Angelus, it wasn't long after the spell went wrong that we saw her vamp out."

"How long?"

"A day or so."

"But she had no soul already?"

"It was the scariest thing." I can almost hear her shudder. "Faith, I know I messed up…"

"You fucked up big time, Red."

She starts to cry, "I know, and I'm trying to make things right. That's why this spell is taking so long. I'm checking and rechecking every possible thing that could make it go wrong."

"What happens if everything goes right?"

"She gets her soul back?"

"You askin' me or tellin' me, Willow?"

"I'm telling you?"

What the fuck?! It's like talkin' to one of those Abbot and Costello dudes.

"Why are you sayin' everything like a question?

"I'm scared." She's still cryin' a little.

"Look, what happens after she gets her soul back. She goes home?"

"I don't know, I guess we'll have to start working on getting her another trial."

"Good luck with that."

The guard stands by the phone.

"Thanks." Willow says.

"Gotta go, Red."

"I'll keep in touch."

"You do that." I hang up the phone.

Wouldn't wanna be her if she fucks this one up. She thinks Buffy's bad without a soul?

Wait `til she gets a load of me.

I go back to my cell and Vamp B's got company.

"Get the fuck out, Deb." I say.

"Hey, it's a free fuckin' country."

"You serious?" I narrow my eyes at her. "In case you didn't notice, this isn't the fuckin' Hilton." I twirl my fingers around indicatin' the bars.

Deb gets up and starts to make her way over. I can tell she was just gettin' B off with her fingers, on my fuckin' bunk. She pushes her sleeves up and I see some new ink on her arm.

"Whatcha got there, Deb? New tat?"

She smiles and looks down at it and then back at Buffy who blows her a kiss.

I look at it when she turns her arm towards me. It says, "Buffy" with a black heart drawn around it.

"That's sweet." I say, not really meanin' it.

"What can I say, I'm a romantic." She says as she cracks her knuckles.

"My baby is, isn't she, Faith?"

"Fuckin' regular Casanova." I keep my eyes on Deb's face. She smiles and shows all her bad teeth. "Are you guys done here? I'd like to get some rest."

"Well, I was about to make her scream, but you fuckin' interrupted."

"We'll go to the library, Deborah. But this time, keep it down."

"I can't help it, you bring out the screamer in me."

The thought of her like that brings out the up-chucker in me.

Buffy gets up and pulls her pants on. Deb leaves the cell and waits just outside.

"I'd invite you, but I wouldn't want to cut into your time with your precious baby."

"I'd say yes, but I wouldn't want to cut into your precious baby."

"Jealous?"

"Just get the fuck out."

"I'm thinking of getting her name tattooed on me."

`You do and I'll burn it off myself,' I think.

"Sweet." I say instead.

She looks in my eyes and smiles that kinda smile that makes me wanna punch her face, and then slips out past me to take Deb's arm.

After they leave, I look at my bunk all fucked up from their fuckin' around. I sigh and climb up onto hers.

That little exchange messed me up good. I need to see Buffy more than ever, so I close my eyes and try to relax.

After about thirty minutes of nothin' I bang my fist against the wall.

"Hey!" Someone in the next cell yells.

I mutter a sorry and jump down from the bunk.

Don't know where I'm gonna go, but I don't fuckin' feel like hangin' around here.

Went out to the yard to fuckin' do about a thousand pull ups, and I still feel fuckin' wound up.

Eddie stops me before I go back in, "How you doin'?"

"Better than ever." I shrug.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have a choice."

"I know. I guess I should thank you for not killin' me." I smile at him and he looks relieved.

"Warden's not happy your friend's back with Deb."

"Can't sit on her, Eddie." He gives me a look that shows he's not buyin' that. "We're kinda on the outs right now."

"You saved her life. Why'd she be mad at that?"

"Because I don't love her like she loves me."

"Coulda fooled me." He laughs.

"You got no idea."

"You better get inside. Chow time."

I spend the meal like I used to: with no one sayin' shit to me. Sasha's crew agreed to have dinner in their cells. They're mega busted up about her machine gettin' switched off. It's still eatin' away at me that fuckin' Wilma will be walkin' around here again tomorrow and Sasha's gonna die.

For some reason, she didn't get pinned with the beatin'. Just for startin' it.

Deb and Vamp B are still thick as thieves. They take the table next to mine. Some random people sit down with me, no one I know too well. I can see Deb's sportin' a huge fuckin' hickey.

I stop eatin' and get up. I can tell B's watchin' me, but I don't look at her. I just put my shit in the bucket and leave to go back to my cell.

"Lehane, Warden wants to see ya."

I nod at the new guard. Found out her name was Cathy. She escorts me to see Phyllis.

"You wanted to see me, Phyllis?"

"Sit down, Faith. I wanted to see how you were."

"Doin' real well, thanks."

"You look well."

"Can't complain."

"Where's your cane?"

"Turned it in to the Doc. Don't really need it anymore."

"You amaze me." She smiles. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Got good genes, I guess."

"Have you ever had a cold in your life?"

I shrug, "Few times when I was a kid."

She shakes her head, "One day I'll find out your secret."

"Just eat right and exercise."

"I do that every day, but I don't think I could recover from two gunshot wounds as quickly as you did."

I shrug again. What the fuck am I gonna say?

"You look troubled."

"Nah, nothin's wrong."

"Deborah Williams and Buffy Summers are becoming friends again, I've noticed."

"I know. I don't wanna start trouble, so I been tryin' to wait it out."

"Well, I think there might be trouble before that happens. Any chance you can break things up?"

I wanna sigh. I mean, what the fuck else does she want from me? I'm already losin' fuck loads of blood, my pride, two years worth of progress, the contents of my stomach every time I see Vamp B with that nasty cooze she hangs around with, all `cause she's wearin' my baby's face.

That's the other thing that's botherin' me. Somehow it feels like the real Buffy's checked out, like I'm never gonna see her again. I know it's only been a few days, but in the joint, that seems like a fuckin' lifetime.

I realize Phyllis is waitin' for an answer.

"I think there might be. I don't know yet."

"Just don't resort to violence."

"Not a problem."

"There's just one more thing…"

"Yes?"

"Sasha Alvarez, it doesn't look like she's going to make it. A few of her friends have already gone to see her. Did you want to go and say a few words?"

"I'd like that." I say, with my heart in my throat. With all the shit that Vamp B's been puttin' me through, I forgot about Sasha still hangin' on for one more day.

"Jerome will be expecting you. Officer Briggs will escort you down there."

"Thanks, Phyllis." I get up and stand in front of her desk.

"Thank you, Faith."

Officer Briggs comes in and waits for me to go past him, then follows me to the infirmary.

"Lehane to see Alvarez," He says to the guard on duty outside the door.

"Sign here." I take the pen and sign the register. My fuckin' hand is shakin'.

"Jerome will take you to her."

I nod and keep my eyes straight ahead.

Jerome comes up and takes my elbow, walkin' me to her bed.

There're all these tubes and shit comin' out of her. The machine that breathes for her is loud when it pushes air into her, then beeps every time it finishes givin' her a breath.

She looks pretty peaceful. Jerome looks down at her with me for a few minutes, then backs away sayin' he'll be just outside the curtain.

Must be what I looked like right after I went into my coma.

I remember that I felt Buffy kiss me after I helped her in that Slayer dream. I had just touched her face sendin' her back. I remember the feel of her skin on my hand.

I take Sasha's hand in mine.

"Hey," I rasp out and tears blur my vision. I clear my throat some before speakin' again. "I'm not too good at sharin' shit. `Specially my feelings. But I wanted to say that even in the short time we knew each other, you made a big impression on me, ya know?" I have to stop a minute to get a hold of myself. "You were on my side before you even really knew me, and not many people have been there like that. Most of `em end up dead, or with their souls ripped out. Or both." I sigh. "You were right about me and Buffy, we got a long history, and most of it's pretty rocky. Hopefully we'll be able to work things out. If we don't I might be seein' you again real soon." I manage to laugh.

I almost come out of my skin when Jerome pulls the curtain back and the Warden comes in behind him. I'm about to ask what the fuck is goin' on here, when she gives him the signal to turn off the machine and take out Sasha's tubes.

Fuck, I'm not ready for somethin' like this.

"It's ok, Faith. She'll go quietly. I thought this way would be best."

"Why me?" I ask without thinkin'.

"She was asking for you shortly after she was brought in here, but she quickly slipped into a coma from the bleeding in her brain. We thought you'd provide some comfort to her in her last moments."

I hold Sasha's hand in both of mine now and watch as she takes a couple of breaths on her own. They're what the Docs call `labored breaths'. The rattlin' I hear in her chest doesn't give me any delusions that she'll somehow just start breathin' on her own, and eventually wake up like I did.

I kiss her hand and whisper, "You're gettin' out remember? You'll be alright, just let go." She takes one more breath and then that's it.

She's gone.

I never really knew her, but I meant every word I said. She's what stopped me from stakin' Vamp B when she first got here. She was a good influence, even though neither of us knew it.

I let out a shaky breath and feel the Warden's hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you for being here, Faith."

I nod and manage to say, "You're welcome."

"You may go back to your cell now. We'll take care of her from here."

A couple of other nurses come in and start takin' some of the other tubes out of her arms.

Officer Briggs comes back and escorts me back to my cell.

Vamp B's not here, and I'm relieved.

I crawl onto my fresh bunk. I changed the sheets before I went to dinner.

B comes in laughin' and immediately stops when she sees I'm here. I look over at her.

"See you tomorrow, baby." She calls out and I hear Deb say she loves her. "I love you, too." She says lookin' into my eyes.

I just look away.

"See? I can feel love. I can even be loving."

When I don't say anything to her, she huffs and jumps up to her bunk.

Her clothes fall over the side and I know what she's about to do.

I sigh before askin', "You need anything?"

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

"I know that, you're a real big girl. Usin' big words and all, like `love'. What I asked was if you needed anything."

"Why so generous?"

"Look, I asked you, if you don't need anything just say `no'."

"You're such a bitch!"

"Heard that one from your sister already. You Summers girls need new material."

We spend what seems like an hour in a strained silence. At least it's strained on my part. Frustrated on Vamp B's part `cause she's been rubbin' the fuck out of herself, but she just can't come.

She finally gives herself a break and stops.

"Not that you care, or nothin' but my friend Sasha died tonight."

"She's the one you introduced me to in the yard?"

I'm surprised she even answered me.

"Yeah."

"That big bitch with the curly red hair jumped her in the cafeteria right?"

"Yeah."

"What was her name? Flintstone?"

"Wilma."

"Right."

A few more minutes goes by before she asks, "What happened to her?"

"Who?"

"Big Red."

"She's in the hole. Gets out tomorrow."

A long silence stretches out before she starts to rubbin' herself again. After what's probably about ten minutes, she growls out and then sighs. She didn't come again.

"That offer still stand?" She asks finally.

"Yeah."

She hops down and lies on top of me. She starts to lean in for a kiss and then stops herself `cause she knows I usually don't let her do that. I cup the back of her head and bring her mouth to mine.

She might not be my Buffy, but she'll fuckin' do for now.

When she kisses down my body, I pull her back up and position her over my face. I keep her there for a second and I can hear her excitement `cause she knows what I'm about to do.

"You wash up after you were with Deb?"

"Yessss…scrubbed and scrubbed."

"You love that stupid bitch?"

"No!"

I pull her to me and let her sit on my face.

I have her comin' in about two minutes flat, and the women in the cells around us are whoopin' and catcallin'. Someone says they're owed two packs of cigarettes and the other women just laugh and carry on.

"They're back in business!" Someone yells.

"Fuck, yeah. That's what I'm talkin' `bout!" Yells out another person.

Damn, I didn't know we were that popular.

Should probably charge for the entertainment.

After we wear each other out for a couple of hours, she rolls off me and faces the wall. I stare at her back and listen for the snores. I know she'll be out in another minute or two.

I pull the covers up over us and drape my arm around her, pullin' her back into me.

I whisper cruelly into her ear, "I do love you, ya fuckin' bitch. If you ever fuck with my head like that again, or get that bitch's name tattooed on your ass, I'll fuckin' kill you."

"Love you too, baby." She spits back over her shoulder at me and pulls me in closer.

I know she's probably gonna end up breakin' my heart or killin' me, but it seems like I can't help this shit any more than I can help breathin'. `Sides I promised Phyllis I'd break `em up.

And I'm doin' it `cause it feels like she's all I got right now and I wanna hold onto somethin'…at least for a little while.

When I wake up, Vamp B's already up and dressed. She's just pullin' on her shoes when I open my eyes.

"You got somewhere to be?" I ask.

"Things to do." She says all cagey.

"Places to go, people to do, huh?"

I almost feel bad I said that when she looks at me.

"I said I have some business to take care of, okay? You want me to wear a leash, now?"

"Collar wouldn't be a bad thing, then I wouldn't have to pull you by your hair when you drink from me."

Her eyes narrow at me even more and her tongue licks out at her bottom lip. She's hungry, and I don't know why the fuck she's not comin' back to bed and gettin' some of this Slayer blood. She hasn't had it in a few days.

"Why don't you write to Willow for that? I'm going to see a friend."

"You remember what I said, yeah?"

"Fuck you."

I let my legs fall open a little and the sheet slides off givin' her a good look at my snatch. Her eyes widen and she looks like she's thinkin' about pouncin'.

"Yeah, fuck me." I smile sweetly.

The doors buzz open and she turns around and rushes out.

I sigh before gettin' up and gettin' dressed in record time.

I see down the cellblock and Buffy rushes past Deb even though she's calling out to her. B's runnin' on auto pilot and doesn't even hear her.

A breath I didn't even know I was holdin' pushes slowly past my lips.

Haven't seen Vamp B since this mornin'.

I pulled kitchen duty and I'm currently loadin' the dishwasher while Onetta's talkin' to me.

"He didn't mean anything by it, baby. He was sick the whole time you were in surgery. When they said you pulled out of it fine, I saw the biggest look of relief on his face since that one time I told him I got my period before we were married. My Daddy would have killed him."

"I know, Ms. O. I told him he shouldn't worry about it. I know he was just doin' his job."

She stops peelin' the carrot she was holdin' and points it at me, "Ya see, you're good people." She smiles at me. "He shoots you in the ass, and you're in here helpin' me with the dishes."

I laugh out loud at that.

Vamp B comes rushin' in and looks back out at the door.

"What's the matter, honey?" Onetta asks.

I look at her face, and fuck if she doesn't look like she just had a big fuckin' buffet. She also looks like she almost got caught.

Some guards go runnin' past the door and I go and look out the window. Some shit's goin' down near one of the cells.

I hear someone screamin', "She's dead! She's fuckin' dead!"

Then the signal for lockdown goes off, Onetta gets off her stool and opens the door to let Eddie in.

"Stay tight, okay, baby?"

"I got Faith and her girl with me, I'll be fine. You look out, ya hear?"

"I will," They kiss and he runs back out in the direction of all the commotion.

After about a half an hour we see Wilma bein' wheeled past the window, on her way to the infirmary. Eddie comes back into the kitchen.

"Was that that big redheaded woman?" Onetta asks.

"Wilma, yeah."

"What happened?"

"Don't know yet. Looks like someone stabbed her in the leg with one of them…whatcha call it? Fondue forks. You got one of those in here, baby?"

"Yeah. Right next to the Lobster claw crackers." She points over to a cabinet.

"You got those in here?" He goes to look.

"Fool, please! My Daddy said you wasn't all the way there."

He laughs and they start crackin' on each other. I look over at the 5'2" fondue fork that's standin' at the counter lookin' out the window.

Another guard comes in and announces everything's clear, we can go back to our cells now.

I ask Onetta if she's all good in here.

"I'm fine, baby. Thanks for the help, saved me a mountain of time."

"You're welcome."

"Buffy, you okay?" She asks.

"Never better," She says with a smirk. If I didn't already know it, her smile says she drained Wilma. Not that it's all bloody or nothin', but she gets a certain look when she's had blood.

"See ya, Eddie." I say, and take Buffy's hand.

"Bye, Faith." He nods at B. "Buffy."

"Bye."

When we're back in our cell she just climbs up on her bunk, I climb right on up behind her.

"As much as I love a fight, I don't really wanna fight with you right now, Faith."

"I just wanted to say, thanks." I give her a kiss on the side of the face.

Not kissin' her mouth until I know she's brushed.

I jump back down to my bunk and lay on it with my hands behind my head.

Whereever Sasha is, she's gotta be laughin' her ass off big time. Wilma got hers good.

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