Title: Turning the
Screw: Something Innocent
Author: Lowdeen
Disclaimer: The characters and show all belong to Joss Whedon, Fox, and
Mutant Enemy. The story contains love between two women, so if such things offend
you, don't read it and upset yourself.
Author's Notes: Takes place several years or months in the future--whatever.(Totally
inspired by Anne's "As Vampiresses" series)
Rating: R
The virgin was laid out on the long table, in her birthday suit, all wide-eyed and innocent like. You always had to have a virgin in ancient rituals, especially rituals that involved bringing about an overwhelming darkness to lay siege to the earth. Faith was sure it was written down in the evil villain's rule book somewhere. Eyeing the struggling young thing, she couldn't help but notice what a sweet looking honey they'd grabbed.
"Bring your eyes back up here Faith," Buffy said drolly, getting the girl's attention.
"Aww, but B, I think she's digging me," Faith lightly protested, running a finger down the frightened girl's arm. She looked back up across the table with a quirked eyebrow, silently asking the question.
"If we do that," Buffy patiently replied to the nonverbal request, leaning slightly over the table and the girl lying on top of it, "how the hell are we supposed to find another virgin? They're like an endangered species around here."
Faith held up her hands in mock surrender. "Fine, O' Glorious Leader. You win. Go ahead and do your thang."
Turning back to the book and ignoring the sarcastic tone, Buffy started reading off the words written in a long dead language. Raising the wicked sharp knife in her right hand, she poised it over the virgin's heart. Faith looked down and thought she would pop a gut trying to hold in the laughter bubbling up her throat at the horrified, freaked out expression she saw.
Buffy kept reading for a minute longer and when she seemed to have completed the passage, she put the book down and grasped the knife with both hands, preparing to drive it down. Faith waited for the anticipated drop but it never came. Instead the blonde simply blew out a frustrated sigh like she always did when she didn't get something she wanted and lowered her arms, all weary-like.
"What's the matter?" Faith asked. "Where's the gore?"
Buffy leaned her elbows on top of the table, idly running the point of the blade down the sacrificial girl's naked chest. It's wasn't enough to leave a scar but enough to draw blood. The girl's chest heaved as she tried to suppress her silent sobs.
"I've been thinking..." Buffy began as she stared down at the blood.
"I'm hearing doubts," Faith said, pulling Buffy's chin up so she could look into those hazel green eyes. "Do I hear doubts?"
"You might be hearing doubts," Buffy coyly answered. "It's just that---do we really want this world to end? Do we really want those snotty I'm-better-than-you-cause-I'm-a-pure-demon demons running around and cramping our style? I kinda thought we could shake it up first and give it a good fuck before we end the world and all."
"It was your idea to begin with," the brunette pointed out, irritated for irritation's sake.
"I know baby," Buffy said in her best appeasing tone and woe-as-me face. "I'm sorry. I was just so caught up in the Big Evil moment...I'll make it up to you."
That caught Faith's interest. "How?"
Buffy's only response was to look down. Faith's face split into a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with lust or hunger---it was really indistinguishable by now. "Oh B, you're too damn good to me," she said licking her lips.
"And don't you forget it."
The young woman who would've been a virgin sacrifice could only whimper helplessly as the two women above her changed, their faces transforming to grotesque mockeries of what they once were. She whimpered and closed her eyes tightly even as she felt something sharp piercing both sides of her neck almost simultaneously. She would've screamed then if her vocal cords hadn't just been severed along with her spinal column.
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Faith held the stake in a loose hand, idly tapping the end of it against her thigh. Even though she was a card carrying member of the vampire's union, she still couldn't get over her utter dislike for the rest of her species---Buffy being the sole exception of course. When she'd first been turned, she'd tried starting her own gang and amassing a following like every other two bit vamp pumped for a little juice of power but she soon found more fun staking vamps than actually leading them. Must be another side effect of having been a slayer---old habits die hard. So it was probably a good idea that Buffy decided she didn't want to go all apocalyptic yet. Being surrounded by demons wasn't on the list of Faith's most fun things to do. She'd probably end up trying to kill 'em all or something equally unsociable.
A car pulled up then---a sweet, forest green Jaguar convertible with molded leather bucket seats and the all important fuzzy dice hood ornament. Buffy sat in the driver's seat, her eyes obscured by dark sunglasses which she lifted just enough to look over at the dark haired girl who was just now pushing herself from the lamp post she'd been leaning against.
"Get in," the blonde said, replacing the glasses onto the bridge of her nose.
Faith grinned as she slipped into the passenger seat. She didn't need to ask where Buffy got the car cause she had a pretty good idea the other girl didn't go into a dealership and buy the damn thing. Most probably, she'd relieved the the sweet ride from its former owner and gotten herself breakfast at the same time. But she was curious of one thing. "Where are we going?"
"LA," she replied, gunning the engine and shifting into gear.
"The all you can eat buffet," Faith happily commented.
"Yeah, I'm thinking we'll do a tour of the west coast and then, maybe for a change of scenery, we'll head east."
"Death, mayhem, and carnage across the country? Sounds fun."
A blonde eyebrow rose above the glasses. "Not the country baby. The world."
Faith started to laugh, large, belly rumbling laughs. Not because she found anything the other girl said funny but because she knew it was true. Because they were the Chosen Two---now and forever. The world *should* be scared.