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Summary: Her life was never destined to be a fairy tale.

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Marvel Universe > X-Men > Faith-Centered(Moderator)DemonaFR131796081,3838 Aug 068 Aug 06No
TITLE: Destiny
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Her life was never destined to be a fairy tale.
NOTES: Set AU way, way, way before Buffy and X-Men (the movie), Eighth Entry in the August Fic-A-Day Challenge at Twisted Shorts
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of X-Men belong to Marvel, 20th Century Fox, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.

August 8th


I looked up at my savior and almost didn’t smile in gratitude. The man that saved my life was wild-looking, scary, and downright animalistic looking. On second glance he looked damned scared of me…interesting.

“I had them. Just a few more minutes and I would have taken them out,” I yelled at him. He smirked at my outburst. I hadn’t meant to yell that at him but it was too late now.

“Where are your parents, kid?” the man asked me. I looked at him for a second, carefully weighing all my options.

“I don’t have a father, and my Mom is back at the hotel fucking some guy,” I replied. He looked at me with mild shock.

“So, why are you out here?”

“I’m running away, or at least I was until these assholes jumped me,” I told him.

“I’m taking you back to your mother,” he stated.

“Oh no! I’m not going back to her,” I snapped at him, putting my foot down. He didn’t look convinced in the slightest. So instead of arguing further with me he tossed me over his shoulder and grabbed my pack with his other hand. He held me on his shoulder despite my squirming, kicking, punching and foul language.

“Where is your place?” he asked as we headed out of the alley.

“Like I’m really going to tell you!”

He grabbed my ankle tightly, applying enough pressure to bring tears to my eyes. “Where?” he growled.

“The motel, room 11,” I got out and he released my ankle. I blinked quickly, trying to get the tears to go away without spilling down my cheeks.

He quickly walked over to the motel and opened the door to room 11 without even knocking. I couldn’t see what was happening, but judging from the sounds I could fully imagine the scene.

“Get out! What the hell do you think you are doing in here, you freak?” my mom screamed at the man holding me. He tensed at her harsh words.

“I have the wrong room,” he apologized and backed out, shutting the door on the way. He didn’t say anything to me as he headed toward the front desk office. He silently put me down before we entered the office. He still had my bag and I refused to leave without it.

“How can I help you?” the clerk asked him and then looked down at me curiously.

“I need a room for the night,” he answered and then cast a look down at me, “–two beds,” he added, addressing the clerk. The clerk looked through his rooms and then looked back up at my savior of sorts.

“I only have a room with one double bed left. People are in town for the fights,” the clerk replied. The man growled.

“I’ll take it.” He put the money down for the room, got the key, and then headed out of the office. I quickly ran after him.

“What are you doing?” I quietly asked. I was a little nervous. He looked down at me and then swore under his breath.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, kid. You need a place to stay for the night,” he tried to explain in a reasonable tone, but he didn’t do nice.

“Then you’ll let me go? So I can get on my way?” I asked him.

“I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with you, kid. But you don’t belong on the street alone. It is way too dangerous for you,” he replied and then abruptly halted as we arrived at our room. He opened the door and ushered me inside.

“Ok,” I mumbled and headed into the room.

“Take the bed, kid. I’ll sleep in the chair,” he ordered as he shut and locked the door behind the two of us.

“Are you sure? Cause I’m little, the chair will be great for me,” I offered.

“Take the bed, kid,” he tiredly got out.

“Thanks, sir,” I replied.

“Don’t call me sir.”

“What should I call you then? Daddy?” I sarcastically bit out, regretting saying the words the minute they left my mouth. The guy flinched a little at my tone, but other than that I got no reaction out of him.

“Logan…my name is Logan. And you would be?”

“Faith,” I told him.

“Well Faith – get some sleep – I need to think about what I’m gonna do about you,” he told me.

“Oh, ok,” I said and crawled into the bed after I kicked my shoes off. I was asleep in seconds.


The End?

You have reached the end of "Destiny" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 8 Aug 06.

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