Carcass *Chapter 11 up on 3/01*
by DawnBTVS
Insubordinate
Buffy instantly freezes upon seeing Faith standing in the doorway. I let out a low growl in Buffy's ear and rest my chin on her shoulder. Buffy's breathing increases slightly at my innocent action. I glare at Faith who's still standing there in a state of shock. Buffy hasn't said anything so I decide to speak up for the both of us.
"Hungry," I snarl at Faith. This seems to get her attention as her eyes snap to me, like they're registering me for the first time.
"Buffy. You were about to let Vamp Face here feed off you?" Faith asks incredulously. Buffy remains silent although I'm sure she'd say something if she could. I think her mind's shut down.
"We're busy," I announce to Faith with a soft smile. She takes a step forward, hands clenching by her side. I tilt my head, letting my hair graze Buffy's neck. She lets out a tiny gasp, earning a slight smile from me.
"Back off," Faith growls at me. I put on a long, overdramatic sigh. Buffy's hand unclenches mine. Now I'm disappointed.
"Or what?" I ask, curious at how far I can push Faith. I had heard rumors that she and Buffy mingled some but sort of pushed it out of my mind. Maybe there's some truth.
"I'll stake you," Faith warns me. She pulls a stake out of her back pocket as if to prove her point. I lift my chin off Buffy's shoulder, apparently breaking her reverie.
"Faith, wait," Buffy says, trying to excuse our action I think. We need excuses now? We were going to have an intimate moment here. Fuck Tara. I think I like Buffy more.
"You were going to let her bite you, B. You can't explain yourself out of this one," Faith snaps back, seeming to grow more intense as she takes another step towards us. More towards me though seeing how she has the stake raised in her hand.
"She's a big girl. Maybe she finds the bite a bit kinkier than the show you gave her," I comment with a wry smile on my face. I stretch back onto my elbows, eyes trained on Faith. Buffy swivels her head at me in surprise. I just stare at her a couple moments but she doesn't say anything. Faith lets out a growl. I'm starting to enjoy the game we're playing. Certainly makes up for...the blonde witch.
"You don't know her," Faith snarls at me. I gaze down at my black painted fingernails. They were a present from my Sire.
"Of course I do, Faithy. We were roommates after all. She doesn't like it when I eat her sandwiches without her permission that she's finished with them. She likes to wear just a shirt and panties to bed even if she did try her best to hide it from me. She's a total dog person and she didn't really think you were that good in bed. Oh, that was a game of Truth or Dare," I reply nonchalantly. I made up the Truth or Dare bit just to see the reaction. Faith flinches, a brief look of hurt as she glances at Buffy. Buffy looks back at Faith speechless.
"Shut up," Faith whispers at me. I smirk, knowing that I'm about to win the battle. I straighten up into a sitting position. Buffy looks at me, imploringly to stop, but I'm having too much fun right now. Faith did threaten to slice my throat open after all. I think this is well-deserved punishment.
"Jealous, lover? Don't be a spoilsport. Let me guess...you liked the top," I murmur, slowly rising to my feet. Faith's hand begins to lower. Her lips tremble just slightly. She steels herself as she glares at me.
"I'll kill you," Faith mutters at me. No real danger behind her threat. Am I really breaking her? Wow.
"You trusted her, Faith. Being that intimate with Buffy in such a naughty way. I wonder if Joyce was sitting on the couch watching TV while you two were having your fun?" I rhetorically ask as I continue to step closer. Faith's hand is shaking now. I give her a predatory grin now. This is my revenge and I'm absolutely loving every last moment of it. Buffy's vanished from my mind. I'm standing face to face with Faith now.
"Stop," she pleads, so softly. I just continue to grin at her. I stick both hands in the front pockets of my jeans.
"I remember when you held that knife to my neck. The power you wielded. Were you into handcuffs, Faith? Did you let Buffy handcuff you to the bedposts while she suckled on your womanhood? Did you ever relinquish your power, Faith?" I ask. I lean forward, my mouth next to her ear now. She's trembling all over. I can smell the salt of her tears as they fall over her cheeks. "You were a jester, Faith. Performing tricks for Buffy while she clapped and marveled at your stupidity and you had no idea. Everybody you trust, Faith, always turns his or her back on you. If I were you...I'd put my remaining trust in a razor. Remember, baby, it's a vertical line. You get more blood that way," I whisper with a smirk. Faith's making gasping noises in the back of her throat while Buffy is making short, rapid breaths. I step past Faith, open the bedroom door, and calmly begin my descent down the stairs.
~~~BTVS~~~
I'm calmly walking over the leaves and branches. The beats of an industrial techno song blast through the air as I continue to walk towards my intended destination. I wanted to visit a club since I'm missing the Bronze. I'm glad Faith came in though. It allowed me to let my demon come forth a bit more. My demon is me. She thinks exactly as I do so really, we don't have this war of words that a conscience gives to a human. I wonder how Faith and Buffy are coping. Whatever. I step up to the door, shoving the guy aside, and stepping into the club. It had a corny title like, "The Hot Spot" or some poor imaginative word play. Doesn't matter though. I scan the crowd, taking in the sights, sounds, and the smells. I grin to myself. A blonde girl bumps into me, holding three beers.
"Sorry," she mumbles as she walks past me. I just watch her ass for a few moments before sidling up to the bar for a drink. The bartender walks over to me. He looks to be around 26 with a customary white suit and has a sweep of brown hair on top of his pale complexion. He's also wearing a pair of sunglasses. Interesting. I arch an eyebrow at him.
"Common appearance?" I ask, gesturing at his getup. He flashes a smile at me. I smile back.
"Depends on the inquirer."
"I'd assume you're a lover of those with sharper teeth."
"Good guess, Red. Looking for a taste or a feast?" he asks back, casually leaning on his left forearm. I pretend to think for a bit before answering him.
"I could probably drink a quarter of the people here tonight," I answer in honesty. He chuckles at that, apparently thinking I'm exaggerating. I lean forward. "I'm serious," I growl at him. He stops chuckling at that and instead regards me with a slight spark of fear coupled with interest.
"Right. We always have a feeding circle in the back. You know, for the ones who want their jollies at being fed on by vamps," he says. I scowl at him.
"That's not fun. I want a challenge here," I whine. My starvation is really starting to get to me now and it's making me quite edgy.
"You want girls or guys?" he asks me. I think I should know his name but I don't find it that important. I contemplate his question, then smile sweetly at him.
"A guy," I reply with a grin. He nods his head towards a table just behind us, probably ten feet away. I arch an eyebrow as I turn back to him.
"I always thought the victims were hidden in the back like in the movies. Seated beneath a swinging light bulb and all that," I comment. He gives a soft chuckle.
"Welcome to the world. Hunting is terribly easy times. Have fun, kiddo," he says, turning away to tend to more customers. I nod my head and turn, easing myself off the barstool. I walk up to the table, noticing that there are rows of mugs. That's good. The guy is fairly cute. He has a shock of blond hair and captivating blue eyes. Shame he has to die.
"Hi," I greet him. He lifts his head up to meet my gaze. He squints. Guess he's really had a lot to drink.
"Do I know you?" he asks in a drunken slur. I smile as I grab a seat and slide it up next to him.
"Not yet. I'm Kelly," I inform him, extending my hand to shake his. He shakes mine but grimaces as he pulls his back.
"Rick. You have cold hands," he accuses me. I just shrug my shoulders.
"Poor circulation," I explain. He takes another swig from a mug of Budweiser. Ugh.
"What do you want?" he asks me. I give him a slight smile, trying to play naïve innocent.
"Well, I was looking for a little action. Being single, I need to get some play somehow. You game?" I ask. He regards me for a few moments, eyes traveling up, and down my body now. His eyes rest on my breasts. Typical. I just give him a broad smile.
"I have a house a few blocks away," Rick remarks. I give him a sly smile.
"I'd settle for the backseat if you're impatient," I comment. I'm playing the whore to ensure that I get a good feed in a location that's hard to see. He eyes me a little wearily but I remain smiling.
"Okay," he agrees. He pulls out his wallet and slaps down a pair of twenties. I stand up as he wraps an arm around my shoulder, leading me out of the bar. I snuggle against him, looking forward to how he'll taste. We walk towards his car rather quickly. It's a minivan...married? I glance at his hands but don't see a sign of a ring. Ah. Divorced with child I bet. Should give the child a better caregiver than.
"Here we are," Rick announces. He opens the back door, letting me enter first. He follows as I lie on my back, staring up at him. He closes the door and tosses the keys into the front seat. He gives me a predatory gaze as I continue to play my naiveté role. His hands instantly move towards my breasts, squeezing them roughly. I close my eyes and let out a sharp gasp. He wants to rape me. Asshole. I wriggle my shirt off as his hands unloop my belt buckle. He tosses it unceremoniously onto the floor. So much for dignity huh.
"Don't I get a look?" I ask with a slight pout. He shakes his head. I roll my eyes as he focuses on unsheathing his penis. He undoes my bra, hands instantly groping me. I feign the noises for him. My jeans are hugging my knees now. This is boring.
"What?" he snarls down at me, seeing my look of disinterest. His hand is moving down my stomach and towards my white panties.
"Bored now," I exclaim. I can feel my face shifting as he jerks backwards. His head slams into the top of the minivan, a yelp of pain forced from his throat. I grab him by the shirt and yank him down so he can't move.
"Don't," he mumbles. I just snicker in his ear.
"Wrong girl to rape," I growl as I pierce his neck with my fangs. It doesn't take me long to drain him dry. I reach a hand down, fumbling to grab my belt and shirt. I look around for my bra and spot it in the front seat. I shove his dead body onto the floor of the second row. I grab my bra and pull it on, clasping the back as I stare down at his dead body with slight anger. I really hate rapists. I pull my shirt on and yank my pants up, looping the belt. At least he gave me the courtesy of leaving my shoes on. I open the door and step out. I slam the sliding door closed and open the front, grabbing the keys. I open the sliding door and fish his wallet out. I pocket his money and credit cards before tossing the wallet back onto his body. I close both doors and walk away, sucking the remaining blood off my fingers. He didn't taste that good and I have good reason to suspect it was the alcohol in his bloodstream.
~~~BTVS~~~
I look at my hands in confusion. What the hell happened? Willow acted just like a demon in front of me. I know she never really liked Faith all that much but...that was so evil. I tried to explain to Faith that Willow didn't mean it. It was stupid to even bother. We both knew that Willow meant every single word. Faith shrugged off my hand when I tried to go the physical contact route. I had never seen Faith cry before. It scared me. I remember she snarled something about me always being naïve to what vampires are. Reminded me of Angel and how he had killed Jenny Calendar because I couldn't kill him. She wasn't even there. I punched her then. She punched back. We had a brief fight before she just fled the house. I pull out the bag of weapons from underneath the bed. I pocket a bottle of holy water as well as a pair of stakes. I stand up and walk to the bedroom door. I quickly clamber down the stairs. I open the front door and exit, ignoring whatever Giles shouted after me.
~~~BTVS~~~
I just finished draining the body of a teenager. She was a brunette with sharp green eyes. Unfortunately she was also a druggie. I nearly vomited her blood back up. It was vile. I'm starting to hate the fact that I have to be good about my feeding habits. I'm gonna die from some disease if I keep trying to feed off these alcoholics and druggies. I'm seated on a park bench, just calming myself while letting my stomach digest some of the blood I've ingested. I notice a familiar aroma in the air and smile.
"Come to see how reformed I am?" I ask with a small smile. Buffy takes a seat next to me on the park bench. She's holding a stake in her lap. Nice. I frown at her. "I see. Came here to stake me," I comment with a calm tone. May as well die if Buffy won't let me have fun.
"What you did was cruel, Willow," Buffy states. I nod my head.
"Faith had it coming."
"She was getting better."
"You almost killed her for Angel."
"That was...different."
"Yeah. My abuse was verbal," I reply. Buffy stares at me with a slight look of hurt as I just shrug my shoulders at her. "It's the truth," I inform her.
"It's just...you're a vampire. I'm the Slayer. It used to be simple," Buffy murmurs. I have to giggle at that. She looks at me with confusion.
"Yeah. Simple before you and Angel met up. Buffy, life hasn't been simple for almost eight or nine years now. We were on a Hellmouth," I reply. Buffy gives a slight smile at my response.
"So, why did you attack Faith?" Buffy asks. I sigh, leaning back on the bench.
"I got jealous at the thought that Faith had you already. Also I was having fun," I shyly admit. Buffy nods her head but doesn't say anything. We sit in silence for a few minutes.
"I think I like you," Buffy admits with a whisper. She glances at me, evidently trying to see how I take this revelation. I smile back at her.
"You wanted me to bite you. You think you like me?" I ask, emphasizing the word think. Buffy gives a small smile at that.
"Okay, maybe not thinking," she comments. I glance at her hands. She's twirling the stake now.
"Think Xander wants to stake me? Just that it seems to be the popular sentiment these days. Giles, Faith...hell, you showed up with one," I remark, pointing at the stake with an index finger. Buffy quickly puts the stake in her back pocket and looks at me with a bit of shame.
"I didn't mean..." Buffy trails.
"I know."
"I'm not even gay," Buffy laments. I smirk at her when she lifts her gaze. "What?" she asks a bit defensively.
"You had a fling with Faith. You've made the opening move on me, which is very admirable I'll admit. You like both sides, okay? Let's be label free though," I say. Buffy nods her head.
"What now?"
"I can't try and curb my feeding style, Buffy."
"Why not?"
"If tonight's anything to go by, I'd rather die. I've fed off an alcoholic rapist and a druggie. The druggie was worse but eeugh," I answer, shuddering at the end. Buffy glances at me in concern.
"Did the rapist...rape you?" Buffy asks. I grin at her now, finding her question highly comical.
"Vampire. I let him grope some. Even gave him a chance to fondle my breasts but he never penetrated," I reply. Buffy lets out a growl. "Jealous?" I ask in a bit of surprise. Buffy nods her head. I smile at her.
"I wanted to be the first to touch you," Buffy admits with a shy look. I stare at her.
"Well, Oz kind of touched me first," I tease with a smirk. Buffy rolls her eyes at me.
"You know what I meant. How are you feeling?" Buffy asks, now looking at me with concern.
"Sick," I mutter back. I'll need to feed a couple more times to get the druggie out of my system. Buffy nods her head.
"Can I make it better?" Buffy asks quietly. I smile at her but shake my head. She's a bit disappointed at that.
"I need to feed. Trust me, you have no idea what draining a druggie feels like. You're lucky that way," I inform her. She gives me an 'eww' face but still doesn't seem that pleased that I mentioned needing to feed some more.
"Right. Just getting used to the whole feeding thing," Buffy comments. She stands up as I follow suit. She looks at me uncertainly. She steps forward and looks like she's about to hug me but she pauses, then lowers her arms. I look at her quizzically.
"You'll let me bite you but you can't hug me?" I ask with a smirk. Buffy tries to glare but it softens into a smiling shake of her head. I envelop her in a hug. She hesitantly raises her hands until they're pressing against my upper back.
"Try not to kill anybody young," Buffy whispers into my ear. We break our embrace.
"Right. Graduate from druggies to old people. You're trying to kill me aren't you?" I ask with a laugh. Buffy shakes her head, giving me a weak smile. "I'll pick my spots. Don't worry," I say. Buffy nods her head. I turn but stop. I can hear the hard slaps of running feet. Buffy's taken off. I shove both hands into my pockets. I wonder if there are any flower shops open this late. It'd make a nice goodwill present.