Rating: R--for violence, language, and sexuality
Disclaimer: Characters and show are owned by JW and ME.
Dedications: To myself-I'm 21 as of Aug. 3, so here's to me and my sensational greatness-both general and specific!
Feedback: For the love of God-YES!
Notes: Fourth in my B/F series. It's turning out to be kind of a miniseries with the amount of episodes I'm doing. This is a teleplay of course, and refer to the previous episodes for anything you may have missed. This one will not include a previously because I'm just too lazy to do it right now. Sorry. But what's the point-if you've read the others and paid attention, you should know what the hell happened! Enjoy! Print Version: Adobe Reader PDF
Summary: Buffy battles her ever-growing feelings for Faith-who battles back, with less than stellar results. Dawn alienates Elle during a homework session and does some sisterly-bonding with Buffy. Willow dispenses romantic wisdom and revelations. Xander gets into it with Anya-finally!
| FADE IN INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Pitch black except for the faint moonlight flowing in from outside. The door opens and BUFFY enters. She tosses a bag aside, her face barely visible until stepping into the light. She's disheveled and clearly upset with red puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. She stares out, lost for a moment then opens a drawer at her desk. She reaches in and pulls out a diary. BUFFY (V.O.) Strange. That's all my mind can produce even though I want--no NEED more...just that little bit extra to make sense of what the powers that be have dealt me this time around. Facing the reality of true, physical and spiritual evil is so simple in retrospect, but I'll never figure this out. CUT TO: EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT As Buffy and FAITH take on and finish off a couple of VAMPS. They laugh, bump each other playfully and exchange meaningful gazes. BUFFY (V.O.) It might take an entire lifetime, short as it may be, to genuinely understand how I could let myself feel so beholden to her presence; so drawn to her form; so sweetly devoured by one look. Nothing has to be said--ever. And I find solace, peace, excitement, fear, and dismay in that. CUT TO: INT. THE BRONZE As Buffy and Faith dance, practically inseparable. BUFFY (V.O.) The desire to express every emotion I have in my arsenal--more impressive than any battle gear I'll ever possess--yet brandishing a sword and showing it off is so much easier than putting on display what I really feel. Nothing needs to be said, and I'm glad because I don't think I could say it. CUT TO: INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT As Buffy flips through the diary and sits on her bed. She opens to a clean page, but just looks around. BUFFY (V.O.) But how could I want to say anything to HER? Am I asking too much of my mind and I should look elsewhere? Can they be objective? All my life, wondering when the moment would arrive where I'd know absolutely nothing--and it scares me. CUT TO: INT. FAITH'S ROOM - NIGHT As Faith gets out of bed and puts on a shirt. The blonde next to her rolls over to reveal ANYA still asleep. Faith walks to the window and looks out with the moonlight on her. BUFFY (V.O.) Not for the fact that it's happened, but WHY. All the vampires and demons and monsters in the world and the haunting beast causing this is a raven disguised as an angel from heaven--thought from hell once upon a time until all that hate and animosity disappeared. She invaded my heart, captured my soul...radiating off her as completely unselfish--and she probably doesn't even realize what she's done. How could she? Faith takes a few deep breaths, but waivers and begins to cry quietly. END TEASE |
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