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Rating: R-For violence and some language.

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Dedications: PORN. Enough said.

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Notes: This is episode 5 of my little series. Check out the previous four-"The Good..."; "Changes"; "Inamorata"; "Facing the Music". Check those out to get some semblance of an understanding of what's going on here. I guess that's it...ENJOY!

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Summary: The previous night leads Faith to take reckless actions.
FADE IN

INT. FAITH'S HOTEL ROOM - MORNING

ANYA stirs and wakes up.  She rubs the sleep out of her eyes
and turns to find Faith's side of the bed empty.  In fact,
Faith is absent completely.  Anya lazily smiles rubs the
empty side.

                         ANYA
            Mmm, Faith, oh what you can do for
            a woman.  If you were here now, the
            things I'd do to you...and then let
            you do to me again and so on and so
            on.  Where are you?  I'm sure
            wherever and whatever you're doing,
            you are feeling plenty goodness.

The doorknob jiggles and the door opens slightly.  Anya
lights up and jumps out of bed--naked--and positions herself
near the door.  The door flies open causing Anya to fall on
her ass backwards.  FAITH walks in carrying a huge box
labeled DELL.  Faith puts it down on the floor and sees Anya.

                         FAITH
            Did I hit ya?  If so--whoops.

                         ANYA
            Where were you?

                         FAITH
            Gettin' a computer.

                         ANYA
            Why?

                         FAITH
            Same reason as everyone else: porn.

                         ANYA
            You bought one at this hour?

                         FAITH
            Stole it around four--realized it
            was pretty good exercise walkin'
            around with it, so I took a stroll.

                         ANYA
            Stole?  As in thievery?  Why would
            you do that?


                         FAITH
            Felt like it.  Don't got enough
            money.  Store was closed and I
            REALLY wanted the thing.  Why do ya
            think?

                         ANYA
            Is that a trick question involving
            your unstable emotional state?

                         FAITH
            You have fun last night?

                         ANYA
            More than I ever had at Six Flags
            and Disneyland combined.

                         FAITH
            I'm glad to hear that.  Now get the
            fuck out...naked or clothed--your
            decision.

Faith strides into the bathroom and slams the door shut.
Anya's hurt and disappointed.

                         FAITH (OS)
                   (shouting)
            And don't even think about takin'
            my underwear as a souvenir.

                                                      CUT TO:

INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - MORNING

BUFFY awakens with DAWN clinging to her asleep.  Buffy
disentangles herself from Dawn and gets out of bed.  She
sways and fixes her outfit, running her hand over the left
side, shoulder-down.  She's icked out.

                         BUFFY
            I love this shirt.  I hate doing
            laundry.
                   (to Dawn)
            You're grounded...next week, when
            you're feeling better.

                                                      CUT TO:

INT. SUMMERS BASEMENT - MINUTES LATER

Buffy walks down the steps and over to the washing machine.
She takes off her shirt and tosses it in.  She looks
thoughtful and fingers her cheeks softly.


She walks over to the punching bag hanging from the ceiling,
admiring it for a moment before touching it and massaging
her forehead against it.  She taps it with her hand causing
it to swing and prepares to hit it but before she can, the
chain snaps and the bag hits the ground.  She eyes the bag
and then looks skyward.

                         BUFFY
            If this is some kind of metaphor,
            please--please come down here so I
            can kick your ass.

                                                      CUT TO:

INT. DRUSILLA'S LITTLE HOUSE - MORNING

DRUSILLA'S eyes flutter open.  Her hand fondles her bandaged
neck sensitively.  She scans the room and she GASPS with
dread at the sight of:

MISS EDITH HANGING FROM THE CEILING VIA ROPE TIED AROUND HER
NECK.

Drusilla SCREAMS.  SPIKE enters.  Drusilla sees him and
SCREAMS again.

                         SPIKE
            You're not much of a looker
            yourself at this moment love.  So
            I'll let that one go.

                         DRUSILLA
            But--you are still--

                         SPIKE
            --Kicking?  Bet your sweetly
            chilled rear on it.  And you're
            still screaming...a perfect match
            we are.

                         DRUSILLA
            I don't feel right Spike.

                         SPIKE
            Comes with being a vampire who
            loses a lot of blood...but I filled
            you with plenty of fluids just like
            the doctor ordered.

                         DRUSILLA
            What did you do to Miss Edith?


                         SPIKE
            She had it coming...told me to keep
            the telly down during the game.
            You know how I am when Manchester's
            playing.

                         DRUSILLA
            That bad girl tried to kill me--
            inflict unwelcome pain on me.

                         SPIKE
            She'll pay for it soon enough.
            Pain begets pain--suffering can
            only bring more suffering...once
            you've experienced the
            sensation...it's addictive.  Don't
            worry love, I've still got the
            talent.

                         DRUSILLA
            In addition to a soul.

Spike right up into Drusilla.

                         SPIKE
            Quit carping on that!  It's
            irrelevant.  Unless you want to end
            up back in the ground with your
            blasted dolls stuffed down your
            throat and up your blowhole, you'll
            shut up about something you have no
            true grasp of.

Spike grabs Drusilla's face roughly and kisses her.  She's
not receptive.  After a few moments, he ends it.

                         SPIKE
            Go back to sleep--revenge begins
            tonight.

Spike grins wickedly.

                                            END TEASE

Act 1



 
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