Time Travel pt. 2

Author: Ivy Gort
Part 2/?
Rating: PG F/F
Spoilers: Enemies
Note: Faith loves Buffy. The entire story is contrived and most likely won’t work—but it’s what I want to do.
Title: Please help with this title! I hate it but don't know what else to call it.
Feedback: Please!!! Oh, please, because I am a beginner and need help and encouragement.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy/Faith or the Mayor! I am just playing with them.

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Part Two

“No, Faith let him go. I don’t think he falls into the deadly threat to humanity category.”

“A demon is a demon.” Faith said looking around for the vamps that were supposed to spring the ‘ambush.’ Then a weight landed on top of Faith and she felt herself being lifted and literally thrown twenty feet into the waiting arms of two other vamps. By the time she was able to turn back towards Buffy, the blonde slayer was in full battle mode, but still getting slowly backed up toward the mausoleum by the concerted effort of three other vamps.

The two vamps holding Faith also turned to watch the ambush unfold. One of the three vamps finally landed a blow to Buffy’s face, which pushed her directly under the roof over hang of the crypt. The little slayer was engulfed in the fine white powder thrown down by the remaining vamp on the roof. Buffy’s reaction was immediate, the smaller slayer spun grabbing a stake out of her belt and throwing it directly into the chest of one of the vamps holding Faith.

Faith stood stunned; “It’s a trap Faith run.” The other slayer shouted as she landed a blow to the face of one of the vamps fighting her. Buffy kicked another one of her attackers and turned to stake the one that had dropped down from the roof behind her. “Faith, please go! I can’t hold them off ….” Buffy cried, panic clearly in her voice. Faith was frozen, Buffy knew as soon as the first of the dust floated down on top of her, that it was a trap but instead of trying to save herself, to escape—she tried to save Faith. The younger slayer was completely overwhelmed.

The vamp pretending to hold Faith tightened his grip out of fear that the slayer would double cross them, but Faith remained passive, to intent on the drama being played before her. The remaining vamps circled Buffy, staying away from her, and yet not giving her an opening to run. After a few moments Faith noticed Buffy starting to stumble, her movements slow and awkward, nothing resembling the fluid grace Faith so loved to watch. Buffy wrapped her arms around her stomach and nearly folded, almost going down. The vamp to the blonde slayer’s left relaxed, Faith could see it in his posture, he knew Buffy was seconds from succumbing to the drug and that was his mistake. Buffy ran at him and before he could react she had staked him. The tiny slayer tried to take advantage of the opening, but she only made it a few steps before she once again wrapped her arms around herself collapsing to ground.

Faith pulled out of the vamp’s arms and ran to Buffy, sliding on her knees next to the tiny slayer. Faith, grabed her by her shoulders and eased the smaller girl back against her, as Buffy’s entire body was racked suddenly by harsh coughing.

“Easy, I have you.” Faith whispered into Buffy’s ear rocking her between the coughing fits. The younger slayer felt wetness on her hands and was horrified to see blood.

“Faith?” Buffy asked weakly, “Faith, why didn’t you go? You could have gotten away.” Before Faith could answer her, Buffy’s tiny body was racked once again by the convulsive coughing; finally ending with the little slayer shaking like a leaf. Faith could feel the heat of an explosive fever beginning to rise off of her skin as the older slayer broke out into a sweat. Faith could only rock her and comfort the tiny blonde, hoping that the blessed unconsciousness the mayor had promised would hurry up and take her. When the mayor told Faith about his plans to capture Buffy by using the drug Faith had envisioned it knocking Buffy out quick and clean--never in her nightmares did she think this would happen. After an eternity Faith felt Buffy take a deep breath, her body relaxing, leaning back into the taller slayer’s arms, the hand Buffy had been using to cover her mouth as she coughed flopped bonelessly to her side. Faith sighed at last; she looked up to see the remaining vamps circling them like sharks, still in full game face. She noticed the bloody foam at the corners of Buffy’s mouth and used her thumb to wipe it away.

The vamp that seemed to be in charge was watching her movements with nothing short of hungry arrogance. “The Mayor changed plans,” it sneered, “he’s sending you two back tonight. Something about the stars being in prefect alignment.” The vamp turned to the one close to Faith, “go get the car. We don’t have much time.”

The arrogant vamp walked up to the two girls; “here I’ll carry her to the car.” He said reaching down to lift Buffy out of Faith'’ lap. And promptly turned into a pile of dust. Faith turned to the one remaining vamp, glaring at him. Barely checked rage building in her—she knew the only reason a vamp wanted to help carry the slayer was so that he could have a taste. He was their leader so, despite the mayor’s had orders, and he would have bitten Buffy.

Attacking her while she was unconscious and sick, which, Faith thought, was exactly the Mayor’s plan was just too low. The taller slayer pulled her friend closer to her, trying to project a territorial stare at the last vamp and at the same time trying to block out the truth of the her father figures actions.

The car drove up and Faith very gently picked Buffy up. The tiny slayer’s eyes fluttered open briefly, and then she snuggled closer into the taller girl. And Faith felt like her heart was torn in two: guilt at her betrayal warring equally with blinding hope.