Title: A First
Author: Laura Fones
E-mail Address: rb46528@aol.com
Distribution: Just ask.
Spoilers: Faith, Hope and Trick.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Angel and Faith meet for the first time. But this time Buffy is gone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in relation to the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all.
Feedback: I love it, I thrive on it.
Author’s note: Buffy never came back in Anne, she’s still in an unknown location to the slayerettes. This is set during Faith, Hope and Trick, only Angel has come back and he’s mentally stable (Hell didn’t do much damage, he’s gotten over his little ‘episode’.) Angel and Faith have never met. Yet.
She knew what she was doing, completely aware that she was dancing with something long since dead. But then again, vampires play with their food, why not a slayer with her prey. She churned her hips next his body and moved slowly and seductively down, sizing him up, figuring the difficulty of fighting him. If his dance moves were to attest, he should be easy to take. She ascended his body rubbing along her way, making sure to avoid his mouth as she turned back to face him and continued her dance floor seduction.
“Look at the slut bomb.” Cordeillia nodded over to the brunette’s ballroom moves. Willow and Oz glanced over, while Angel, remaining in the shadows, looked up to see a dark haired girl turn her back to her vampire dance partner and give him a glimpse of her beautiful features and body.
His eyes widened as he watched her waist sway into a complete turn and slide down and up her partner again. He was completely smitten. He felt the same affection he had experienced when he had first laid eyes on his long lost love, Buffy. He watched her full, crimson lips mouth the words to “Cure” and her deep brown eyes flutter open and closed, the eyelashes themselves a powerful seduction tool. Her eyes fell off the floor and her partner to meet Angel’s own for a brief moment that he wanted to be lost in forever. It was freeze frame, glistening lips, and dark brunette hair swaying in the same alluring motion her body was performing. When her eyes flew to his slowly again, there was a spark; he saw it, felt it, mentally reached for it.
“Come on Angel,” Willow’s soft voice pulled him out of his reverie, “We’re going to catch a patrol before we check in with Giles.”
Angel turned to them and responded with a soft, “I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay,” Willow said softly and pulled Oz with her to the door that Cordeillia and Xander traveled out of seconds before. She waved a meek good-bye and disappeared.
Angel turned back to where he had seen the girl minutes before, surprised to see she had disappeared. His eyes crawled over the bronze as he spotted her and her dance partner laughing as they walked out the bronze’s main entrance.
He stopped cold when he heard fighting sounds instead of her screams. He looked down the alley just in time to see the girl throw the vampire against the fencing and drive a stake through his chest. The vampire’s eyes widened and he screeched in pain before turning into a pile of dust.
Angel saw a smile cross the girl’s face when she threw the stake aside in the alley; “You deserved worse than that for those sorry dance moves.” She chuckled as the stake collided with the alley floor making a soft thud.
Angel cleared his throat and the girl’s gorgeous chestnut eyes fell back to his, a smile of recognition coming to your face, “You’re the slayer.”
“You’re a vampire,” She said her smile broadening.
“Is it that obvious?” Angel laughed softly.
She shrugged, “Only when you’re standing in front of a mirror,” She closed some of the space between them, confidently striding up to him, “You’re Angel, the vampire with a soul.”
“You know?” He said, slightly taken aback, she was taller than Buffy, he didn’t have to look down to see her. Perfect kissable height.
“Word gets around,” She shrugged again and laughed, “Especially when you’re working for really anal scone heads.”
“Yeah,” He chuckled along with her, “Buffy knew that one well.”
“Yeah, Buffy,” She remembered, “Where is she?”
“She left,” He said softly, “A little before summer. We don’t know where she is.”
“Oh, sorry,” She apologized, “But, damn, I was hoping to meet her. Big talk about the slayer and all. Anyway, you wanna go bust a move, you’ve gotta be a better partner than disco Dan here.” She pointed back to the pile of dust in the back the alley.
“How about a drink,” Angel smiled, “Then you can tell me about how you got here.”
“And quite a tale it is,” She shifted her head towards the bronze, “I think I heard something about a drink.” She grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him back in.
“…So it’s about 118 degrees and I’m sleeping without a stitch on, and all of a sudden, I hear this screaming coming’ from outside. So I go tearing out stark nude, and this church bus is broke down and there are these three vamps feasting on half the Baptists in South Boston. So I waste the vamps and the preacher comes out and he’s hugging me like there’s no tomorrow, when all of a sudden the cops pull up and they arrested us both.”
“Wow,” Angel said as he watched Faith sip from the striped straw in her coke and watched her tongue lap out to catch a stray drop of liquid.
“In Boston,” She said, “That’s nothing. This one time some dealer in the next apartment from mine was selling cocaine to this crazy homeless dude and the crack head goes out and shoots himself, and some guy walking down the street steps over him like it’s no big deal.”
“Well, that’s graphic,” Angel curled his eyebrows in mock disgust, “So...”
“Wait,” Faith held her hand to his lips and moved her face close to his, “Listen.” She whispered. Angel cocked his head toward the speaker as the slow beat of “Run” flowed softly to his ears.
Faith’s lips turned up in a seductive grin, “Come on.” She grabbed his arm and guided him onto the dance floor; pulling her body up to his and guiding his hands to her hips slowly down from the small of her back.
He smiled down at her and she began to swerve with the music and gyrate in his arms, against his body. But she stopped herself. She knew that by doing the seduction routine, she was repeating her get some and get gone method, the thing she came here to break. She relaxed in his arms and rested her head against his chest, letting herself, for once, enjoy being in someone’s arms, for reasons other than her own.
THE END
