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halfamoonTitle: Life's Becoming (Her Oyster)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Faith
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Faith's thoughts her first night left alone in her hotel room, still rattled by the fact that the Mayor plans to kill Willow next.
Word Count: 1,427
Written For: Half A Moon Day 3: Both Sides of the Law and Fannish 50 #16. Faith Lehane
Warnings: Light mentions of Sexual Abuse
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Left alone in her new apartment at last, Faith stared morosely out the window. She'd managed to stay in tonight, but she knew that wasn't going to happen very often. The Mayor wanted her happy, and wanted her away from Willow's murder so that there could be no linking her to the kill. She still felt strange in the pit of her stomach when she thought about the little geek getting killed, but at least it wasn't her. It wasn't like Willow was actually her friend either. All of them had made it very damn clear that she didn't have an actual friend in any of the Scoobies, the Watchers, or the other Slayer. The only reason they tolerated her was because she was a Slayer and they didn't want to have to explain to the Watcher's Council that she was a bad ass.
Faith smirked as she thought of how those stuffy Brits would undoubtedly scowl and be shocked at her behavior. None of them -- not the Watchers, not Buffy's little friends, not the other kids at school, not even Buffy herself -- had a right to judge her. She'd thought Buffy could understand, but the pretty, little, rich girl had had it far too good for far too long. She was still selfish despite everything she'd went through as a Slayer, and that wasn't going to change. She didn't want Faith in her life. She didn't want to have to share her calling, no matter how much she made out like it was a burden, and she certainly didn't want to share her friends, her home, or anything else to do with her life.
Drawing her legs up, Faith wrapped her arms closely around her middle and continued to stare out into the night. She was the baddest thing in that night, or so she'd believed since finding that she suddenly had the strength to slay men. B didn't get it. She couldn't. She was too much of a do-gooder. She'd never been hurt like Faith had been. She'd never been raped, or hit by her own parents. She'd never been used or had to scrap for a meal. She'd certainly never had to take food out of a damn garbage can!
They knew she was homeless. They knew she had to be hurting, no matter how she claimed not to care. Sure, B hadn't told them, but they had eyes of their own. They had ears. Hell, Ripper and Wesley were supposed to be training them, caring for them, making into these ultimate, bad ass weapons. How was she supposed to keep being a bad ass weapon when she didn't have food or a roof over her head? They had not given her anything except a few weapons and a hard time since she'd met them. Yet the Mayor was supplying everything for her.
She could have never paid for this posh a place, or even anywhere near it, yet she didn't have to leave a finger for the pad or give him sex. She'd offered plenty of times, but he didn't want her for sex. He wanted her for her connections and for what she could do. He'd be upset if she walked away from B and her little friends, and she couldn't blame him for that, not really, or even wanting Willow dead. They had the power to stop his plans, and for them, stopping him would mean killing him. Humans were so fucking precious to them, but they cared nothing for Demons or other creatures, for even other humans who didn't quite fit into their paper doll and shiny white picket fences view. They'd kill him just because he was a Demon.
For a moment, Faith's mind flashed back to a man she had known once, the first man who had been kind to her. He'd taught her she could earn a lot of things with sex. At first, the pay had been good, but then he'd started wanting other "favors" from her. She had soon realized that her body was a tool for him and he cared nothing for her other than the pleasure she could give him and the favor she could build him with certain associates. The Mayor wasn't too different from that, but what was different was that she didn't have to open herself to him. He liked an occasional hug and kiss, sure, but he was, as he put it, "a family man". He'd rather see her fuck Angel or even B than give herself to him. He didn't expect that of her.
Faith's head dropped onto her knees. He didn't expect very much of her really other than to help protect him and help him succeed in coming to rule over a world that had never given a fuck about her anyway. Her stomach growled, and she remembered, suddenly, that she had room service and he had assured her that she could order absolutely anything her heart desired. She wanted meat, actual meat, meat that she didn't have to steal. A huge slab of steak and some piping hot French fries, with maybe some cheese to dip them in, sounded absolutely wonderful.
She raised her head and looked toward the phone on the wall and the TV. She really could have everything she ever wanted if she stayed right here and did the few, simple, little things of which the Mayor asked of her. She'd never have to be hungry again! Sure, she could steal everything, but a girl got damn tired of stealing. She remembered the way B had looked at her that first night when she'd shown her that they could take anything they wanted. They were supposed to be two of a kind, but they couldn't be more different. Buffy was a good girl, too good a girl to ever want a creature of the night, even if she did have bad taste in men. Her choosing of a Vampire for a lover just showed how little real world experience she actually had.
Faith jumped up from the window and stretched. The Mayor had also promised her a new wardrobe, and she had several hundred-dollar bills just itching for her to burn them. She really didn't have to beg or steal anything ever again if she stayed with him, and she didn't even have to sell her body or let him wail on her. She just had to help him out a little bit against people who had always had it easy themselves, who had never known what real pain or hunger or homelessness was. She grinned and headed for the phone and a fresh, hot feast.
The Mayor really was her kind of guy, and there were thousands of more geeks in this world. Besides, if Will lived, she'd probably end up just being turned and becoming a nasty, dirty Vampire anyway. Faith smirked. Honestly, she was doing B a favor. This way she wouldn't have to kill her little friend when she failed to save her sometime in the future. Besides, who cared what B thought?
Who cared what any fool with so much power and yet no thought to help herself, or others like her, thought? B thought she was a monster for killing that man in the alley the other night. Sure, Faith regretted it, but nobody had actually tried to help her. Nobody ever did. But she was now the Queen of her domain, having to bow to only one King. She could have everything she wanted with such ease. Hell, B wanted a monster -- she was certainly fucking one and she already thought Faith was one. Faith would show her how much of a monster she could be, and that, when you didn't have to toe the line to please somebody else, the world was your oyster, especially with the power they wielded and the connections Faith now boasted.
She grinned as she picked up the phone. Maybe she'd order some oysters too. And some cheesecake. Yeah, now she was talking! "Yeah. I want a steak. The biggest, juicest steak you can find, and enough fries and nacho chili cheese to drown in. Oysters too, and a whole cheesecake to myself. And a bottle of tequila."
Having placed her order, Faith hung up and bounced her way to the very bouncy bed. She grabbed the TV remote. For the first time in her life, tonight was going to be all about her, and she wasn't going to have to fight for any of it. Life was great!
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Faith
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Faith's thoughts her first night left alone in her hotel room, still rattled by the fact that the Mayor plans to kill Willow next.
Word Count: 1,427
Written For: Half A Moon Day 3: Both Sides of the Law and Fannish 50 #16. Faith Lehane
Warnings: Light mentions of Sexual Abuse
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Left alone in her new apartment at last, Faith stared morosely out the window. She'd managed to stay in tonight, but she knew that wasn't going to happen very often. The Mayor wanted her happy, and wanted her away from Willow's murder so that there could be no linking her to the kill. She still felt strange in the pit of her stomach when she thought about the little geek getting killed, but at least it wasn't her. It wasn't like Willow was actually her friend either. All of them had made it very damn clear that she didn't have an actual friend in any of the Scoobies, the Watchers, or the other Slayer. The only reason they tolerated her was because she was a Slayer and they didn't want to have to explain to the Watcher's Council that she was a bad ass.
Faith smirked as she thought of how those stuffy Brits would undoubtedly scowl and be shocked at her behavior. None of them -- not the Watchers, not Buffy's little friends, not the other kids at school, not even Buffy herself -- had a right to judge her. She'd thought Buffy could understand, but the pretty, little, rich girl had had it far too good for far too long. She was still selfish despite everything she'd went through as a Slayer, and that wasn't going to change. She didn't want Faith in her life. She didn't want to have to share her calling, no matter how much she made out like it was a burden, and she certainly didn't want to share her friends, her home, or anything else to do with her life.
Drawing her legs up, Faith wrapped her arms closely around her middle and continued to stare out into the night. She was the baddest thing in that night, or so she'd believed since finding that she suddenly had the strength to slay men. B didn't get it. She couldn't. She was too much of a do-gooder. She'd never been hurt like Faith had been. She'd never been raped, or hit by her own parents. She'd never been used or had to scrap for a meal. She'd certainly never had to take food out of a damn garbage can!
They knew she was homeless. They knew she had to be hurting, no matter how she claimed not to care. Sure, B hadn't told them, but they had eyes of their own. They had ears. Hell, Ripper and Wesley were supposed to be training them, caring for them, making into these ultimate, bad ass weapons. How was she supposed to keep being a bad ass weapon when she didn't have food or a roof over her head? They had not given her anything except a few weapons and a hard time since she'd met them. Yet the Mayor was supplying everything for her.
She could have never paid for this posh a place, or even anywhere near it, yet she didn't have to leave a finger for the pad or give him sex. She'd offered plenty of times, but he didn't want her for sex. He wanted her for her connections and for what she could do. He'd be upset if she walked away from B and her little friends, and she couldn't blame him for that, not really, or even wanting Willow dead. They had the power to stop his plans, and for them, stopping him would mean killing him. Humans were so fucking precious to them, but they cared nothing for Demons or other creatures, for even other humans who didn't quite fit into their paper doll and shiny white picket fences view. They'd kill him just because he was a Demon.
For a moment, Faith's mind flashed back to a man she had known once, the first man who had been kind to her. He'd taught her she could earn a lot of things with sex. At first, the pay had been good, but then he'd started wanting other "favors" from her. She had soon realized that her body was a tool for him and he cared nothing for her other than the pleasure she could give him and the favor she could build him with certain associates. The Mayor wasn't too different from that, but what was different was that she didn't have to open herself to him. He liked an occasional hug and kiss, sure, but he was, as he put it, "a family man". He'd rather see her fuck Angel or even B than give herself to him. He didn't expect that of her.
Faith's head dropped onto her knees. He didn't expect very much of her really other than to help protect him and help him succeed in coming to rule over a world that had never given a fuck about her anyway. Her stomach growled, and she remembered, suddenly, that she had room service and he had assured her that she could order absolutely anything her heart desired. She wanted meat, actual meat, meat that she didn't have to steal. A huge slab of steak and some piping hot French fries, with maybe some cheese to dip them in, sounded absolutely wonderful.
She raised her head and looked toward the phone on the wall and the TV. She really could have everything she ever wanted if she stayed right here and did the few, simple, little things of which the Mayor asked of her. She'd never have to be hungry again! Sure, she could steal everything, but a girl got damn tired of stealing. She remembered the way B had looked at her that first night when she'd shown her that they could take anything they wanted. They were supposed to be two of a kind, but they couldn't be more different. Buffy was a good girl, too good a girl to ever want a creature of the night, even if she did have bad taste in men. Her choosing of a Vampire for a lover just showed how little real world experience she actually had.
Faith jumped up from the window and stretched. The Mayor had also promised her a new wardrobe, and she had several hundred-dollar bills just itching for her to burn them. She really didn't have to beg or steal anything ever again if she stayed with him, and she didn't even have to sell her body or let him wail on her. She just had to help him out a little bit against people who had always had it easy themselves, who had never known what real pain or hunger or homelessness was. She grinned and headed for the phone and a fresh, hot feast.
The Mayor really was her kind of guy, and there were thousands of more geeks in this world. Besides, if Will lived, she'd probably end up just being turned and becoming a nasty, dirty Vampire anyway. Faith smirked. Honestly, she was doing B a favor. This way she wouldn't have to kill her little friend when she failed to save her sometime in the future. Besides, who cared what B thought?
Who cared what any fool with so much power and yet no thought to help herself, or others like her, thought? B thought she was a monster for killing that man in the alley the other night. Sure, Faith regretted it, but nobody had actually tried to help her. Nobody ever did. But she was now the Queen of her domain, having to bow to only one King. She could have everything she wanted with such ease. Hell, B wanted a monster -- she was certainly fucking one and she already thought Faith was one. Faith would show her how much of a monster she could be, and that, when you didn't have to toe the line to please somebody else, the world was your oyster, especially with the power they wielded and the connections Faith now boasted.
She grinned as she picked up the phone. Maybe she'd order some oysters too. And some cheesecake. Yeah, now she was talking! "Yeah. I want a steak. The biggest, juicest steak you can find, and enough fries and nacho chili cheese to drown in. Oysters too, and a whole cheesecake to myself. And a bottle of tequila."
Having placed her order, Faith hung up and bounced her way to the very bouncy bed. She grabbed the TV remote. For the first time in her life, tonight was going to be all about her, and she wasn't going to have to fight for any of it. Life was great!
The End
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Date: 2023-02-04 05:11 am (UTC)This bit of canon has made me irritated for twenty some years now. Thanks for addressing it
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Date: 2023-02-08 12:27 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2023-02-09 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-04 01:50 pm (UTC)One tiny admin thing - could you warn for the mentions of sexual & physical abuse? It could be triggering to some. Thanks.