Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy The Vampire Slayer or the Anita Blake series.
“The Mother of all Darkness?” Faith laughed and took another drag out of her cigarette. “I knew St. Louis had some whacked up Vamps, but… I got my shit here. I can’t leave anyways.”
Anita sighed and gritted her teeth. “So you’re going to leave me hanging. After I help you out.” Anita stared at her companion, watching her face as Faith looked down on the blond slayer training other girls. Her knees resting on the ledge of the roof, she kicked her feet against the house before stilling once more.
“I thought you we were even.” Faith’s eyes were dark as a storm waiting to be let out at the slightest wrong move. “That was when I was… umm…. Thirteen, Fourteen? You‘re still holding me out for that?”
“I saved your ass. You were about to be killed. Your watcher had died and Jean-Claude and I gave you a hand, we saved your freaking life. I’ll be damned if were even. I almost lost Richard that night.” Anita sneered. “You know what, forget it. Just like before, you’re a smart ass little girl who can’t own up.”
Faith turned quickly backed Anita to a wall with a knife to her throat. Anita took her gun out and looked straight into her eyes. Each stare matched the other as their gazes reflected death.
“Damn you Anita. Damn you.” Faith lowered her knife and tightened her jaw. “Fine.”
“Good.” Anita placed a hand on the other slayer’s shoulder and bit her lip. “If it means anything, I’m sor…. I’m sorry.”
“That must have been hard.” Her sarcastic tone echoed in both their ears. She sighed. “Who am I kidding? The ‘Scoobies’ don’t need any help anymore. I don’t have a place here.”
They quickly climbed down. Faith stalked towards Buffy and talked too softly for Anita’s ears. Buffy seemed to be denying but Faith just smiled and squeezed her hand. She then headed into the house. Buffy rushed towards Anita.
“You hurt her and I will kill you.” Buffy’s facial muscles tightened as she shoved her. Anita let herself fall back feeling the other woman meant it. And needed to say it.
“If you ever threaten me again…” Anita’s voice faded as a chilling smile appeared on her face her face. They both nodded, understanding one another. Faith walked towards them.
“Ready?” She tilted her head.
“Yeah.” Anita turned and walked towards her jeep. “Put your stuff in the back.”