A/N: Follows `Harsh Light Of The Day'. A dark F/X.

Tainted Love (1/?) NC-17

"Bloody Slayer!" surging to his feet, Spike flung his whiskey bottle into the far wall. With the Gem of Amara in his possession killing Summers should have been easy `cept things didn't work out that way. Looking around he took some pleasure from the fear on the faces' of the patrons of Willy's, except, his eyes narrowed, a short ugly-looking vampire chuckling to himself in the corner. "What's so funny mate?"

The coarse-featured vampire failed to notice the latent menace in his voice. "Grab a bottle and I'll tell you."

Spike briefly toyed with the idea of staking the bastard there and then. Instead he turned to Willy. "'Nother bottle chum," he ordered. In an instant the sweating bartender had passed him another bottle. "Two glasses an' all you pillock." Immediately the bartender obeyed. "Ta mate, put it on my slate."

"You don't have -," the bar-owner's voice trailed off at a look from him. "Sure Spike."

After nodding, he sat down and, after filling one of the glasses, he passed it over to the other demon. "Talk," he ordered.

The other demon continued to appear unfazed by his gruff tone. "Sure Spike. Tell you what mate, you're lucky you weren't here last year. We had two Slayers -."

"I bloody know this," he snarled. "My Dru," just saying her name caused a stabbing pain through his chest. "My Dru killed that Kendra bint."

"No," his counterpart shook his head. "Not her, her replacement, Faith."

Faith. Just the name sent shivers through him. "Tell me about her," he ordered.

"She had the darkest hair and deepest eyes you ever saw, a set of lips you wanted to do unspeakable things to, a body that didn't quit, and a real dirty voice, a real hellcat. Man, if she hadn't been a Slayer I'd have turned her in a heartbeat," his fellow vampire grinned. "Not that I have one. She was better at the Slaying than blondie, she embraced it, loved it, not like the Summers girl. But then," the vampire gulped down his glass then passed it to Spike to re-fill. After a second he complied and passed the glass back. A smile on his face, his fellow demon continued after another gulp. "But then she killed a man, accident
but the Council came after her. Stupid bastards."

"So they killed her?" Spike commented.

To his surprise his companion laughed. "Kill her?" he shook his head. "Nah, she kicked their fucking asses and started working for the Mayor, you know him?"
Spike took a sip of his drink to conceal his disdain. "I know him," he confirmed with a grunt. Pain in the arse bastard getting him thrown out of town. Still, this was interesting. Him teaming up with a rogue Slayer, had possibilities.

"Yeah," the vampire puffed out his chest. "Well I worked for him.  And that Faith," the demon shook his head. "Man, there was one hell of a kick-ass bitch. She walked around like she owned the damn town. Most the vamps were fucking terrified of her, not me though, I knew I could handle the bitch," Spike hid a smirk, somehow he doubted it. "She damn near destroyed this town, kidnapped the Slayer's best friend, nearly killed Angelus," Spike blinked, good on her. "And then had this fight with Summers, wrecked her apartment, place looked like two pissed off hurricanes had thrown down in it, but in the end Summers threw Faith over her eight floor balcony."

Spike felt a stab of disappointment. "So she's dead?" Bloody hell, a possible ally gone.

"Nah," his companion shook his head before pouring himself another drink. "Worse."

"Worse?"

"Girl's in Sunnydale Hospital, she's a vegetable."

Spike drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the table, the beginnings of an idea germinating in his head. Finally he stood. "Cheers mate, gotta go," he drawled, passing the bottle over the table to his companion. "Been fun." He walked past the demon. "Oh just one thing mate."

"Yeah?" the other vampire looked up from pouring his drink.

Spike slammed a stake into his counterpart's back. "Nobody laughs at William the Bloody." His mood much lighter than before, he whistled cheerfully as he strode out of the bar.

* **

Spike's nose wrinkled in distaste as he strode into the hospital lobby. His sort hated hospitals. On the plus side there were all the fit young nurses, their ripe soft flesh all ready for ripping into, and the blood banks. But the minuses, he shuddered at the smell of disinfectant, the smell was bad enough for a human but even worse for a vampire, and worse still, the stench of disease and rotting flesh. Resolving to get out as soon as possible, he looked around, searching for a sign to direct him to his destination.  Seeing none, he grabbed hold a passing nurse, a tiny blond that reminded him slightly of that Rosenberg bint. "'Scuse me love," he said in a gruff attempt of politeness. "Can you tell me the way to the ICU?"

* **

Shoving the door open, Spike walked in. And stopped dead, in awe of the sensual beauty laid in the bed before him. For a few seconds he luxuriated in the Slayer's devastating good looks. And he just bet the body beneath the hospital gown more than matched. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Oh bloody hell lad, you've hit the jackpot and no mistake," he muttered. He'd been so concerned with thoughts of the Slayer as a weapon for his side he'd forgotten about the other privileges.

His Dru had always been inventive in the bedroom and no mistake, but also always the one in charge. Now though, his smile broadened, he was the sire and this pretty piece with all her ripeness was his to command. "Oh we're going to have ourselves a time." Vamping out, he stepped towards the bed.

"Now Faith, time for your meds-."

Spinning round, he grabbed the middle-aged nurse who'd just entered the room and slammed her into the wall, his right hand covering her mouth. "Sorry about this, luv." After taking a second to savour the fear in her eyes, he plunged his fangs deep into her throat, tearing and ripping. Once he sensed the life leaving her, he threw her to the floor, unmindful of the blood pooling there. He turned back to his helpless victim and grinned, he preferred it when they were awake and struggling, but in the case of a Slayer perhaps
not. "Now where was I? Oh yeah, I remember," he drove his fangs into the Slayer's throat, her succulent blood running into his mouth, the taste of Slayer blood as always bringing him to the brink of orgasm. The brunette moaned, a soft little girl's sound, but he
continued regardless, she'd be doing plenty of that whimpering in the future. Finally she was drunk dry. A grin on his face he opened his right arterial vein and allowed it to drip into his new childe's mouth. "Fair's fair, ducks."

* **

"I told you to bloody shut up!" a snarl parting his lips he shoved a handkerchief into the mouth of the whining bugger he'd picked up to be Faith's first meal upon her awakening.
If she awoke. He'd taken a chance here and no mistake, the lass could be too injured for the turning to heal or the brain damage so extensive to render her insane. But if it  worked…..

Spike felt himself grow hard as he regarded the naked beauty lying spread-eagled and chained to his bed. As he'd guessed, the body surpassed the face. Long slender legs made their way up an impossibly tiny waist. Next came a pair of bristols that a page 3 stunner would be proud of and no mistake, topped off by a pair of dark brown nipples a man could suck on for hours. Nice muscular arms and shoulders too, she'd probably lost some muscle mass in her coma, but beforehand she'd obviously took pride in her appearance. "And now you're going to look pretty forever my princess."

But maybe the face was superior to the body, he mused as he traced a finger down the sensual curve of her mouth. Full ruby-red lips, raven tresses, and chocolate-brown eyes a man could lose himself in. "Bloody hell luv, I'm going enjoy getting to know you." He
tensed as he sensed the Slayer was about to awaken. "It's starting."

* **

Faith could hear something screaming, demanding, she awaken. From a distance at first but slowly getting closer. Suddenly her eyes shot open to see a scrawny bleached-blonde leering down at her. "Right there luv," the man reached down and squeezed her right breast, hard enough to make her wince. "Want anything?"

"Blood," she growled, a primal urge overcoming all others. Faith blinked, blood why did she want blood, and why, she glanced around her, why was she chained to a bed in a warehouse. Where was the boss? What had happened to her? She pulled on her chains, rattling them, but they held firm.

The man cocked his head to his side and grinned. "You want something, I want something. Once I'm satisfied," Faith's blood chilled as the man began unfastening his jeans. Oh god, she struggled but still couldn't get free. He was going to rape her, she swore once she got her powers that no man would ever take advantage of her again, that she'd be the one in charge. "We'll work on getting you some of what you want." The man knelt on the bed between her spread legs. "Now I think it's rude to give a bint one before introducing myself so here goes. I'm Spike, and I'm," her mouth dried when the man vamped out, she was so fucked. "Your sire."

"Noooo!" a blistering rage overtook Faith. She was a Slayer not a vamp. Growling ferally she snapped her legs loose of the chains and wrapped them around the surprised vampire. Even as he reached down to pull loose, she began to tighten her grip, grinning slightly at
the sound of cracking ribs. Still empowered by her fury, she tore her hands free of their restraints and sat up to look into her sire's suddenly frightened face.

"I'm your sire."

"Guess what?" Faith flicked her hair back. "Don't care." Her hands a blur, she began slamming punch after punch into the vamp's face, gouging out his eyes and tearing off his ears in-between pummelling his face into a bloody ruin. Finally satisfied, she released her
legs' vice-grip around the vampire's waist, allowing him to fall to the ground. "Gee blondie," she asked as she rose sinuously, waving cheerfully to the tied youth in the corner, she'd deal with him later. "You never heard of a woman's right to say no?"

"Just bloody go," he muttered. "Thought you'd be grateful, bringing you out of a coma."

Faith stopped for a second. Coma? Oh yeah, she remembered, her bottom lip curling up in disdain as she stomped down on the vamp's left wrist shattering it underfoot. Queen of the fucking `verse, B `almighty' Summers. Well she'd get hers. And her motherfucking
Scoobies. After a few kicks to the vampire's limbs, breaking bone after bone, she pulled one of the posts out of the bed and drove it through his chest. After a second he burst into dust. Faith smirked. "Still got it." Finally she turned her gaze towards the bloodied body at the other side of the warehouse. "Hiya babe," she put on her most honeyed voice and a little extra sway in her hips as she approached the bound youth. He wasn't exactly her usual standard but she somehow knew it was a hell of a long time since she got some. And it was a case of any port in a storm.

"H..hi," the youth's eyes flickered nervously.

Faith stopped for a second, allowing the teen's eyes to soak her in. Man, she'd never been able to smell before, not really, the amount of pheromones the kid was giving off, and hearing too, his heart was pounding close to explode out of his chest. Deciding to play with her food before eating, she crouched down beside her meal. "Relax stud," she soothed, running a soft palm down the youth's swollen face. "We're on the same side here, that asshole kidnapped us both."

The male swallowed, his eyes filled with a combination of desire and fear. "B..but you're a vampire."

Damn, she must have vamped out at some point. "Yeah," she nodded. "But see, I'm also a Slayer like Summers?" the youth nodded, so he knew B. Even better. "That means we can't be turned, not properly. We keep our souls. Nobody told that prick."

"You're still good?"

"What's your name bub?"

"J..Jonathan."

"Yeah, Still good Jonathan," she lied. Dumb bastard, she was never good, just ask her Ma or B. "Now let's get you out of those clothes and onto the bed."

"W..what?" the thunderstruck expression on the teen's face was priceless.

"Hey?" Faith attempted an innocent expression. "You think I'm gonna pass up a chance with a stud like you?"

"M…me a stud?"

"You're shitting me?" now Faith tried for confused. "You're not telling me you're not fighting them off with a stick?"

The boy's face coloured. "I've never been with a girl."

Christ, all she was getting these days were first-timers. "Saving yourself eh?" she winked. "For someone special? Well how special does a vamped out vamp Slayer sound?"

After a second the teen smiled slightly. "I'd like that."

"Wicked," she beamed. "Just follow my lead babe and we'll have a wicked time." In the matter of a few seconds she'd undressed the youth and picked him up, cradling him in her arms. "Bed hon?" her smile widened at the youth's nervous nod. She'd give the dumb fuck the ride of his life. And then end it.
 

Tainted Love (2/?)

"Shit Jonjo!" Faith growled. "My step-pa was a better fuck than you!"

The youth on the bed beneath her didn't attempt to defend his bedroom prowess or lack thereof. But then again she had just torn his head off in frustration send blood spurting everywhere. And all over his clothes which left her with a problem, she certainly wasn't
wearing her hospital gown again, Jon's dorky outfit was out, Spike was dust, and she had no idea where he kept his clothes. Which only left his duster.

"Fuck Jonathan," Faith glared at the decapitated corpse as she rose, her every move sinuous. Two and a half hours she'd spent turning the boy into a man, every position she could think of, seven times she'd brought him to orgasm but she'd barely climaxed. For the first hour, she'd pretended he was getting it done, complimented and encouraged him, after that she'd lost her temper and started to see if threats and violence worked. Nothing, Faith shook her head. It was his own fault, if he'd have been half-decent she might have
turned him, if nothing else with his inoffensive looks he'd have been the perfect bait for a trap to pull B and her do-gooders into. "And now I need some new clothes." Suddenly she grinned. "And," grabbing the duster, thank fuck Spike had taken that off before jumping on her, she slid it on, loving the sensation of leather against her skin, god she'd missed that feeling. She just hoped Jonathan's sneakers fitted. "I know just where to get
them."

* **

Benji's mouth dried at the approach of the raven-haired goddess with smouldering eyes. Seeing the chance to cop a feel he blocked the Fish Tank's door. "Sorry babe," he leered. "I can't let you in without a body sea-, ugh!"

Suddenly he was slammed against the wall, the girl's hand holding his throat, choking him. "I'm hurt," the brunette husked. "A girl takes a few months out and people forget her," the teen squeezed even tighter, making him gasp for air. "Surely you remember me?"

He forced his eyes to focus. Oh yeah, he remembered her. She used to come in two, three times a week. On a good night she'd leave with some lucky guys, on a bad night, like when a couple of Hells' Angels wouldn't take no for an answer, she'd wreck the place. "Faith."

The brunette beamed. "You do remember me! Can I go in?" he nodded. "Thanks babe!" Suddenly he was released to fall onto the floor.

* **

Faith grinned as she entered the club. "Now this is more like it!" she exulted as she glanced around, the pounding rock music, stench of hormones, booze, and fags  combining to make an intoxicating drug all of its own, the leather-clad studs, and dark grungy atmosphere, making her salivate. "Not here to get laid or feed," she reminded
herself with a mutter before striding into the bar and grabbing a bottle off a barman. "If I wait, she'll come to me."

* **

Maria Velquez's mouth dried as she saw the sultry beauty who'd just entered the bar, noting the predatory way she moved and how the duster she was wearing clung to her curvy body like a second skin. "She's the one," she muttered.

Maria was a thirty-seven year old Latino, married to one of Sunnydale's leading businessmen, a man twelve years her senior. She was a trophy wife, her every whim provided for – except one.

Her husband had never been a dynamo in the bedroom. Even if he had been she'd married him for his money, he'd taken her out of the Mexican slum she'd been brought up in at the age of sixteen and introduced her to a life of unimagined luxury. Hell, she didn't even like guys, she was into women, young ones like the knockout who had just entered.

But that was alright. Her husband and her had an agreement. She'd turn a blind eye to his countless office romances, and in return he'd pay all her bills and allow her to pick up as many women as she wanted, just as long as she was discreet.

And the brunette who'd just walked in, Maria felt herself begin to perspire at the thought of the things she was going to do to her. She liked to pick up trash like her, use her, hurt her, and pay for her services, proof that she was better than them, that she'd moved
up in the world. A grin on her face she looked down at her body.

She looked good, four aerobics classes a week combined with genetics meant she looked maybe thirty at worst with a lithe yet muscular physique. Her small but pert breasts displayed more than adequately displayed in her black midriff top that showcased her ridged abdominals, while her black PVC trousers stuck to every inch of her muscular thighs, the product of years of heavy squats.

Her heart caught as the girl was approached by one of the bar's bikers, only for her heart to start again when the babe brushed him off. Oh, she was going to be hers. Getting up she made her way over. "You come here often?"

The teen turned to her, a crooked smile playing on her full lips. "Used to," Maria's blood began to pound at the husky, pure sex, voice. "Been a while though." The brunette arched an exquisite eyebrow. "Name's Faith, yours?"

"Maria."

* **
Faith quickly sized the woman up, she'd do. The clothes were the right style, if a little bigger, the woman was taller and maybe a size or two bigger, but she couldn't afford to wait all night. "You looking for some action, Maria?"

Maria blinked at her directness before nodding. "I'll buy you for the night. How much?"

Faith hid a smile, she thought she was a hooker, should make it easier could get straight down to it. "Depends on what you want to do."

"I," the Latino ran a finger down her neck. "Like it rough."

Oh better and better, this bitch was the sort of rich bored housewife that got her kicks displaying their power, hurting the helpless. She'd been in the hands of some of them in the past.  This was gonna be fun. "I…I don't know," she allowed a hint of nervousness to enter her voice.

Maria leaned into her, her breath hot against her face as her hands cupped her ass. "Name your price."

Faith swallowed. "Two thousand."

"Two thousand!" the woman took a step back.

"I'm guessing I won't be able to work for a while after and," she opened her duster slightly, revealing her nakedness beneath before quickly closing it. "This is yours to use any way you want. Bondage, toys, sub, whips, whatever you want."

The sound of the older female's heartbeat told her all she needed to know. "I'll pay you once we're outside."

Faith nodded. "Good enough."

* **

Outside the club, Maria found the beauty of her companion even more intoxicating than before. Oh to have this slut on the ground before her, sobbing, begging for mercy. She felt herself go wet at the depravities and humiliation she was going to visit on her. "Got the money?"

She flipped out a back-hand, slapping into the smaller female's cheek staggering her. "Got the money mistress!" she corrected.
 

"Got the money mistress," for a second she thought she saw humour in the girl's eyes.

"Here," she passed the money over before grabbing a handful of Faith's hair and forcing her head back. "A whore's payment.  Remember you little slut, I own you. Respect."
 

"Sorry mistress," the brunette dropped her head. "Where are we going?"

Maria considered the questions, going over the options. A dingy hotel room would be appropriate given her companion's obvious low-class. On the other hand, there was always the back of her limo, although that was cramped. Then there was the house, the mansion – that had the advantage of having all her toys and her husband there – he wouldn't mind joining in the fun on a piece like this, he wasn't especially good in bed but he could be sadistic and they had on occasion shared girls. They always screamed when he'd finished with them.

Finally she decided on a compromise. Grabbing her bitch's hair, she dragged her into an alley and behind a dumpster. "Want to make some extra money, slut?"

"Always mistress."

"An extra three K for you to come back to my mansion for the weekend."

"Five."

She backhanded the girl across the face, noting with satisfaction the woman's pained expression. "Five it is. But remember," she pushed her hand between her slave's legs, forcing her thighs apart. "You're lucky that someone like me even looks at a piece of trailer trash like you."

Faith nodded. "Yes mistress,"

"Be honest," she continued. "You enjoy it. You know you're nothing. That I'm you're better in every way that matters, that you cry yourself to sleep at the thought that you're not me. Now, take off that duster."

Her breath caught as her slave obeyed, revealing the most gorgeous body she'd ever seen. She moved over to the slave, intent on telling her exactly what she had in store for her. She ran a finger up the other woman's slender legs. "Oh I'm going to enjoy whipping them with my riding crop. And your tits," she grabbed the perfectly shaped globes of flesh and twisted viciously, causing her toy to whimper. "I have some burning candle wax and nipple clamps that will make you scream." Grabbing the woman's shoulders she spun her around to face the wall and pushed her against it. For a second she savoured the sinfully rounded ass and athletically muscular back that greeted her, the skin was so smooth but, she ran a finger down the curve of her pet's back, soon it would be covered in bruises and welts. Pressing her weight against the slighter woman, crushing her against the wall, she whispered excitedly in her victim's ear. "Oh I've got them all vibrating butt plugs, paddles, a bull-whip to make you scream. I can hardly wait. Now," she stepped back. Finally she was going to get a taste, a chance to hear her pet scream. "A dirty little whore like you deserves one thing. Ask me what?"

"What does a dirty little whore like me deserve mistress?" again she thought she caught a hint of humour in her companion's response.

"To be knelt over a trash can and fisted `til she screams for mercy. Now get into position, now!"

She was surprised when her slave turned to face her, an amused expression on her face. "I don't think so. I don't like to ride anything without a stick attached, so you're shit out of a luck .”

Cheeks flaming she raised her hand only to scream in pain when the woman grabbed her hand and throat in an impossibly strong grip. "Naughty mistress." The last thing she felt was Faith's lips against hers.

* **

Pathetic. She'd nearly pissed herself listening to Maria ramble on about what she was going to do to her, people like her had no idea what true evil was, the thousands of ways there was to torture a person, make then beg for death's release. But, after some recon tonight, the Scoobies were going to find out. Whistling softly to herself she stripped Maria's corpse, eschewing her panties and bra, and quickly dressed. Maybe she could find a well hung stud to use and kill too. Ah, happy thoughts.

Tainted Love (3/?)

Faith grinned as she rose from the crowded bed and three bodies she’d shared it with. The previous night  she’d stalked B, finding out what was happening with the Scoobies, her face morphed in her demonic visage as she considered the news that B had broken up with Angel, the man she’d put her in a coma for.  “You’ll pay bitch,” she muttered.

But then, her face brightened, her night had got way better.  She’d headed down to one of Sunnyhell’s grungiest bars, a place where B and her white bread crowd wouldn’t be seen dead in.  But her, Faith smirked; she’d been in her element.  Within minutes, she’d had a crowd of bikers around her, slobbering over her goods.  She’d grabbed the three studliest looking guys, put on her coyest little girl’s act about being new in town and needing somewhere to stay, got them to invite her into the nearest guy’s apartment for some fun.

Then she’d had one hell of a night.  Every position imaginable, one, two, three guys at a time – blow and hand jobs, anal, tit fucks, everything.  They’d got good use out of her.  But then she’d got satisfaction out of them.  Um, she looked down at her body, sliding a finger into the deep valley between her breasts before lifting her to her mouth, darting her tongue out and licking it clean.  Shit, she was covered in their juices.  “Hey guys,” she husked.  “You don’t mind if I use the shower first do ya?”  When none of the drained corpses answered, she beamed.  “Thanks boys, which way?”  Pouting at their non-reply, she hurried out.  Men today, no manners.

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“This is more like it,” Faith moaned as she turned the shower on, hot water gushing out of the showerhead.  Soon her hair was plastered against her neck and her skin glistening as rivulets of water cascaded down the sensual curves of her nude body as she ran her hands through her wet hair.  Her ample breasts swayed in tandem with her body as she moved around, allowing the water to run down her back, cleaning every crevice.  Grabbing the shower gel bottle, she poured half its red liquid all over her body, enjoying the feel of it, allowing its scent to fill her flared nostrils as she rubbed it all over her body, purring at the sensations trembling through her before washing it off.

As she dried herself, she considered the transformations she’d under-gone since being turned.  Upon being called, the first change she’d noticed was the improvement in her five senses, but now, she shook her head, now her sight, hearing, and smell had all improved immeasurably.  And she was way faster and stronger than before, more than either B or Fang, maybe both of them together.  And her healing was amazing.  One of the boys had decided that she needed slashing across her tits with a switchblade.  That was when, she smiled crookedly, things had got violent, but the wound had healed before the last body had hit the bed.  Not that the men would have lived anyway.  A girl had to eat.

And the drawbacks?  The loss of her soul was no big deal.  She’d seen and, her eyes shadowed for a second, experienced the evils supposedly ensoulled men could do.  Not being able to go out in the day wasn’t a bind, she wasn’t exactly a sunshine and beaches girl, the night had been always her time.  The only real pain was not being able to look in the mirror, she’d always been proud of her hotness.  “Can’t have everything girl,” she muttered.  The choice between seeing how gorgeous she looked or having her revenge wasn’t a choice at all.  She smiled.  “Soon B, soon.”

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Faith whistled cheerfully as she strode down Sunnydale’s main street, a plan slowly forming.  She remembered Summers telling her about Fang stalking her friends and family during his soulless period.  But as usual the stupid bastard had fucked up, not followed through, just hot air.  But her…   She’d kill them all, one after another, quickly but painfully and leaving no clue to the murderer, then when it was B’s time she’d be broken, and her ending would make the name of Faith a hushed legend in the demon world.

Her chuckle died as she saw a familiar figure approach, maybe a hundred and fifty yards away.  “Xander,” she whispered, inwardly rejoicing.  Oh better, and better.  “Could this be any easier?”  Now her targets were coming to her.  A smile parting her cupid-shaped lips, she ducked behind a near-by tree and waited.

A few seconds later, the oblivious youth passed by.  Faith tensed herself to leap and then stopped, her eyes narrowing as she noted the flowers in the Scooby’s left hand.  “Xander’s got himself a girl-friend,” she whispered, her smile widening.  “Or a really demanding blow-up doll.”  Faith giggled, she’d got just the plan for Xander’s death.  She’d trail him to his girlfriend’s place, grab him just outside, pretend to still be human but newly awakened and horny, get inside, tell him if he was a good fuck she’d let his girlfriend live.  Then once she’d finished entertaining herself with Xander she’d break his back and force him to watch as she drank from his girlfriend before killing him.  Faith smirked.  “Damn that’s so cruel, even I’m impressed.” 

Keeping about thirty yards back she tracked the Scooby across town.  “What the fuck?” Faith whispered as she watched Xander enter the hospital.  Her confusion turned to joy as she considered the possibilities.  All those scalpels, surgical drills, and operating instruments….  “Man, I’m gonna have myself a time,” she giggled.

 

She followed the teen up to the third floor and watched from the shadows by the ward entrance as he strode into an ICU room.  “Hi honey I’m home-, FAITH!”  She blinked, what the hell was going on?   A half-second later, the door swung open and her prey rushed out.  “Where is she?” he demanded, his voice hoarse and trembling with fear.

Faith couldn’t see clearly from her vantage point, but the nurse at the reception desk paled and took a step back at whatever she saw in Xander’s face.  “Ah, Mr.  Harris,” the woman swallowed.  “Let me make a call.”

“Fine,” Xander growled, his voice almost unrecognisable.  “But if I don’t get an answer to where my friend is soon -.”

 

“Friend?” Faith chuckled.  “We fucked X is all.”  Even human Faith wasn’t dumb enough to think her and a man could be friends, if her childhood had taught her anything it was that.  When you look as good as she did, men had only one use for her.  Until she got her powers, her body was the only currency she’d ever had.

For the next few minutes Xander impatiently paced the corridor, the hospital staff and visitors wisely giving him a wide berth.  Finally a balding man passed by Faith, causing her lip to curl up in disdain.  She remembered him, Det. Stein, a snivelling pig the boss had in his back pocket, always ready to make PR statements to the public writing off demonic activities or to harass those in opposition to Wilkins.  “Mr. Harris?”

When Xander turned to face the detective Faith took a backward step at the fury she saw in his eyes.  “Yeah,” the youth replied, not bothering with manners.

“Yes, your friend appears to have awoken and left this facility, ripping the throat out of a nurse in the -.”

“BULLSHIT!” the law officer took a step back at Xander’s roar.  “I thought it was a rumour but you really are a complete dickhead aren’t you.  If Faith was running she’d do it quietly so not to draw attention, but no she ripped someone’s throat out.  Haven’t you heard of ‘wild dogs’ or ‘gangs on PCP?’” the youth continued, his sarcastic tone drawing a giggle from a listening Faith.  “Shit, you used to write the press releases, I’d have thought you could remember the excuses?” Xander turned to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the cop demanded.

Xander didn’t pause.  “To find my friend, she needs my help.”

“I didn’t give you permission to leave!”

Again Xander continued on, pushing open the doors to her left.  “So?”

Faith watched, confused.  Why the fuck had Harris tried to protect her?  Was the stupid bastard suffering from memory loss or some such shit?  “Probably thinks I’ll fuck him out of gratitude,” she chuckled lowly.  Was he in for a surprise!  Realising the teen was getting away, she hurried after him.

Standing at the back of the crowded lift she watched, a smile twisting her full lips, as the youth muttered to himself, her newly enhanced hearing picking up every word.  So he was going to see B and the others was he?  Faith decided she’d hold off killing Xman for now, hearing B’s reaction to her being back in the game would be fun. 

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Xander swallowed as he hurried into Giles’ apartment.  He hadn’t told the others about visiting the comatose Slayer but had known in his heart of hearts they hadn’t done the best by Faith and had wanted, needed, a chance to make amends.  But Buffy and the others didn’t feel the same, had more or less abandoned Faith to her fate.  Walking into the front room, he saw they were all there –  G-Man, Buffy, Willow, and, his mouth dropped, Anya.  Why was she here?  After the sex two days ago she’d made it clear she wasn’t interested in a relationship.  Just like Faith.  Pushing away that memory, he took a breath.  “I’ve just come from the hospital-.”

“What !” Anya jumped up.  “But you can’t be ill!  Not after giving me many orgasms with your amazing Xander shaped body!”

Okay, Xander reddened, that wasn’t embarrassing at all.  Ignoring the splutters coming from Giles and the titters from Buffy and Willow, he attempted to continue.  “No, I’m fine.  I’ve been visiting someone for the past month,” he saw comprehension dawn in Giles’ eyes.  The Englishman nodded in approval.  “Faith-.”

“WHAT!  She tried to kill us all!”

“So did Angel,” he countered, the softness in his voice belying his anger.  “He got a second chance, why not her?”

The Slayer’s eyes hardened.  “Giles, tell him how dumb he’s being!”

“On the contrary,” the Watcher replied.  “If Faith is to be rehabilitated, then she needs to have contact with us, to be shown we still care.  Well done Xander.”

“But-.”

“That’s irrelevant now anyway,” he interrupted Buffy’s rant before it got going.  What was Buffy’s deal with Faith anyway?  Even before Faith went bad, Buffy had treated her as something barely human.  “Because last night she was snatched-.”

”Snatched?” Giles half-rose.  “What do you mean Xander?” he demanded, the look in his eyes reminding Xander of the hard man hiding beneath the genteel librarian exterior.

“I mean,” Xander swallowed.  “When I got there I found Faith had disappeared last night and the body of a nurse with a torn out throat in her room-.”

“She’s killed again!”

“It’s not Faith’s style,” he replied patiently.  Buffy had got a better GPA than him, what was up with that?  “If it had been Faith, we’re talking snapped neck,” he flinched inwardly at the memories.  “Or beaten or stabbed to death.  A torn out throat is demon MO.”

“That just proves how psycho she is!”

Xander bit back a retort, while he didn’t know what Buffy’s beef with Faith was, he knew full-well what Willow’s was, Faith had dared to defile her property, namely him.   Funny how she’d been quick enough to dump her when their cheating had been discovered – as far as he was concerned, that ended any claim Willow had on him.  “No, Xander is quite right.”  Giles broke in, his expression troubled.  “There ere are a number of demonic blood rituals -.”

“Uh,” broke in Buffy.  “I know why he’s supporting her!  He probably hopes she’ll sleep with him-.”

“WHAT!” this time the shriek came from an angry Anya.  “We’ve only been dating for one day and already you’re cheating on me?”

“OKAY!” Xander’s temper snapped.  For Buffy to accuse him being led around by his dick was fucking rich after her conduct over Angelus.  “G-Man, call me when you’ve got a plan, I’m leaving!”

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Faith watched as Xander left the house a blonde screeching after him, a thin smile tugging at her lips.  Xander attempting to defend her, even after what she had tried to do to him.  “Ah how sweet,” she muttered.  “I think my plan needs a few more changes.”

Grinning slightly, she started after the bickering duo.  She realised now no one had ever appreciated Xander as he should be, from titbits she’d picked up and stuff she’d seen he seemed to be loyal, resourceful, tough, and brave.  And that innocence, that willingness to believe the best in people, to corrupt that.  Her smirk widened.  “Oh Xander, you’re going to make quite a childe.”  She laughed softly.  The only drawback was the sex wasn’t great but now she’d have an eternity to teach him.

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“Alexander!” Xander rolled his eyes at Anya’s scream.  Dear god, hadn’t she told him just a few hours ago that they were over?  And he’d slept with Faith before they’d even dated.  “Don’t you walk away from me!  Is what Buffy said true?”

“Geez Xand,” his heart stilled at the familiar husky drawl.  “Nice rack, but damn she goes on doesn’t she?”

Swallowing slightly, he turned to face the brunette.  He paled at the sight that greeted him, Faith standing over a crumpled Anya, a foot on her chest.  Taking a breath and quelling his instinct to run like hell, he stepped towards the Slayer.  “Faith,” he started, his voice calm.  “We can help -.”

Faith threw her head back and laughed, her eyes glinting with mocking amusement.  “Damn Xand,” the Slayer chuckled.  “If nothing else, girl’s gotta give you points for effort.”  The humour left the east coast native’s eyes.  “It didn’t work last time. Why would it work now that I’m a,” Xander’s heart dropped when the Slayer morphed into a vampire.  “A demon?” he opened his mouth to shout but was cut off when the Bostonian slammed a fist into his jaw, plummeting him into unconsciousness.

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“Oh look!” Faith beamed across at a gagged Anya, loving the terror she saw there, she hadn’t even hit the bitch after the first punch, threatened her a few times, but she was saving the blonde for something special.  “He’s awake.”

Leaping onto the bed, she straddled the laid body and pushed the newly turned vampire back down.  “Not so fast stud,” she husked.  “Where you going?”

“Feed,” he growled, his eyes flashing red. 

Faith was momentarily confused by the pupil colours but, shrugging the colour off as something to do with his sire being a turned Slayer, continued on.  “Before you feed, I’ve got to be satisfied with your performance.”  Xander grinned at her, obviously getting her meaning.  “Then,” Faith turned her childe’s head towards the whimpering blonde, savouring the tears streaking down her face.  “You get lunch.”

Xander’s eyes filled with a desire that was entirely different to the one which had filled them before.  “Okay.”

“That’s my baby.”  Lowering her head, she plunged her tongue into Xander’s mouth, crushing her lips to his for what would have been an impossible length of time for a pair of humans to emulate before pulling away and ripping his shirt open.  Her nose wrinkled at what she found, not only did he look like he dressed in the dark, his body wasn’t really to her taste, he definitely needed some extra muscle.  Still, she had centuries to train her.

Next, she tore his pants open and grinned.  At least in the cock department she had no complaints, long and thick, just the way she liked ‘em.  Snatching hold, she impaled herself on him, taking his entire length inside her in one smooth motion.  Placing her hands on her childe’s chest, she raked her fingers down, gaining a pained hiss before starting to pound up and down on him, increasing her speed as she built up momentum,  g her hair to snapping wildly around her head and her breasts bounce rhythmically.  “Oh fuck, yes.”  She groaned with pleasure at the friction inside her pussy and savoured the feel of the newly turned vampire’s strong hands pinching and squeezing the firm globes of her ass.  After about twenty minutes, her childe let out a groan and arched up inside her, shooting his load inside her and causing her own inner muscles to contract powerfully, triggering her own shuddering orgasm.  “OH FUCK!  HERE IT COMES!  YES! YES!”

“Not bad,” she growled as she climbed off her childe.  “But I want more.”  Turning to face Anya, she grinned at the sobbing former demon.  “Hey babe, what ya crying for?  You get front seat at a sex show and from what I heard before, sex’s real important to ya!”

Rising up on her hands and knees, she stuck her ass in the air and glanced over her shoulder. “Let’s do the dog boy!”  Xander grinned before rolling off the bed and standing behind her.  After a second the youth thrust sharply, propelling himself into her dripping pussy, making her moan in delight as he filled her before pulling her ass back, taking him even deeper inside her, until finally her ass thudded against her childe’s pelvis.

She felt the male vampire grip her hips and pull back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her before slamming deep again, burying him into her to the base. She moaned as the former Scooby reached around her, sliding his fingers over her clit, rubbing her off as he continued to drive himself into her. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, her eyes rolling back as she grinned at her prisoner facing her.  “Having fun yet Anya?” Suddenly Xander picked up the pace, plunging hard and fast, getting as deep as he could with each drive, working her like a piston, the sweat flying off their bodies as they slapped together.  Xander propelled himself into her one last time, pinching her clit as he did so. The man behind her exploded, flooding her pussy with his cum, while Faith’s inner muscles contracted sharply and she spilled herself around him. Faith dropped onto the bed and relaxed her muscles, allowing the man to withdraw. 

“Whooee!” Faith let out a yelp.  “Not too shabby Xman,” she praised.  Turning, she pulled Xander onto the bed, grabbed him by the head, and forced her tongue into his mouth.  Xander responded by raking her back, making her yelp with masochistic pleasure. Finally she pulled away, and nodded towards her captive.  “Go eat baby.” 

Xander grinned.  “Thanks mummy.”

Faith felt a surge of white-hot jealousy run through her as her newly-made childe began to fondle his ex’s body, ripping her clothing open.  His hands were meant for her alone.  “Alex dear,” she purred, hiding her anger.  “It’s rude to play with your food, just eat.”  Her childe growled but obeyed, plunging his fangs deep into the weeping blonde’s neck, Faith felt an almost orgasmic tremor run through her as she watched the light leave the former demon’s eyes.  Her childe’s first kill, she was so proud.

“Alex,” she whispered.  Her childe dropped his girlfriend’s drained corpse and turned towards her, his eyes expectant.  She patted the bed beside her and smiled.  “Come back to bed sweetie.  We’ve plans to make.”  She threw back her head and laughed as Alex pulled her into his arms, crushing his lips to hers.  Oh, soon Sunnydale’s streets were going to run with blood.  Soon, Buffy Summers would know the true meaning of pain.

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