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the vulnerability of faith

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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Vulnerability of Faith". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: She was chosen for a reason. To protect and save the world from evil. She shunned her calling & welcomed the darkness. Who knew she was the one that could save the world from the evil that actually could end it; evil that had a face of a friend.

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Highlander > Faith-Centered(Moderator)DemonaFR183381,0290421,7752 Aug 032 Aug 03Yes

Part Sixteen: Forced Conversations

For Disclaimer and Notes see first chapter.

Part Sixteen: Forced Conversations

I walked back downstairs to the training room and sat down near the bottom step. Tears rolled down my face again.

"You shouldn't go after her. She is probably twice as strong as you are Faith," Angel's voice said from right behind me.

"What’s it to you? Do you not want to see me kill her or her kill me?" I asked him without turning around. Silence was my answer.

"She isn't necessarily dead Faith. A part of her is in there. She is stronger than you are and probably stronger than any of us. If anyone of us can take her it is going to be me," he gently told me.

"Well then I'll die and you can have that choice all to yourself. You can ask yourself: do I kill her or do I die?" I told him. I wiped the tears off my face and rose to my feet. He shoved me roughly down the remaining steps. I fell on my ass on the rug at the bottom of the stairs. He was on me in a second picking me up and throwing me up against the wall, pinning me with his hand around my neck. I laughed.

"What are you thinking Faith? Do you really not care that much if you are going to die or not?" He asked me as he locked eyes with me.

"I was born to die," I managed to get out through my closing throat to him and then he threw me against the other wall in disgust. I hit the wall hard, knocking the wind out of me, and then slid down to the floor into a heap.

"You didn't act like this before last night. What gives?" He asked me angrily.

"The person I love doesn't love me back Angel. What makes you think that you are stronger than me anyway?" I yelled at him. I pushed myself to my feet and got into his face as best as I could despite the height difference.

"I'm stronger. You and I both know that. I drink your blood; it gives me an edge that normal vampires don't have. You are the Slayer, you are supposed to be stronger than me naturally, but when I drink from you I get a high and I can beat anything and you know that."

"Then I'll let you drain me to kill her. I would if I knew you would kill her, but you won't," I informed him and then punched him in the face hard. His nose broke and blood began to trickle down it but he didn't move from his position, effectively keeping me trapped in the corner. "Move."

"Make me." He challenged me. I shook my head and then kicked him hard in the balls. He went down and I kicked him in the face knocking him over completely. I then kicked his ribs and went to kick his balls again when he grabbed a hold of my foot and pulled me down next to him on the floor. He then rolled on top of me, pinning down my legs with his own, and holding both of my arms, at the wrists, above my head with one of his hands. He used the arm that was holding my wrists to the ground to balance his weight and give him a free hand to work with.

"Get off!" I hissed at him. Blood from his lip dripped down onto my lips. He used his free hand to smear it along my lips.

"I think there are so many things I could do to you at this point Faith. I think that you need to tell me what is going on and why you are mad with me. Tell me."

"If you aren't a bright enough vampire to figure it out then perhaps you don't need to know."

"I can sit here all day and all night. I don't have to use the bathroom and I don't have to get up for food. Food is underneath me. Talk Faith. We can just spare each other the next few hours of laying here." He told me. I didn't bother to respond.

Ten minutes later I still hadn't uttered a word and he was still on top of me. He leaned down and licked the dried blood off my lips with his tongue. I didn't move at all. I just let him do whatever he wanted to do, but I wasn't going to help him out at all with this one. He continued to kiss my lips even though I didn't return the action. He got a little pissed eventually over that and shoved his tongue roughly between my lips. I allowed his tongue entrance in my mouth and then bit down on it hard, causing his blood to pool in my mouth. He didn't yelp or remove his tongue, and I gathered that he was expecting it. He just continued to kiss me and eventually got his fangs to slice open my tongue and he sucked on the cut, sucking the blood out of the rapidly healing cut. I relaxed against my own will under his insistent attack on my mouth. He finally pulled away from my mouth after about forty-five seconds to allow me to breathe and he kissed my eyelids, nose, chin, forehead, cheeks, everywhere he could quickly place his lips on. Then he returned to my lips and I hungrily kissed him again. We kissed for a few more seconds and then I pulled away reluctantly as I realized that I was kissing Angel.

"Please don't use my love of kissing you, of touching you, to get what you want. This doesn't change the fact that I am furious with you," I begged Angel. He groaned and shifted slightly on top of me. He slid off my body and laid down next to me instead. His hand that held my wrists let go and trailed slowly down my arms to my stomach and rested thrown over my body.

"Tell me please. Help me understand where I messed up Faith," he finally pleaded with me. I shook my head no.

"I don't know how to explain to you what is wrong. I mean you know that breaking my jaw was the wrong thing to do. We both understand that. But you don't understand what I am going through emotionally. Hell, I'm not even sure if I understand what I am going through emotionally. It is just that I thought I knew you and I thought that you knew me. And yet here we are, laying here, not understanding the other," I told him honestly and he sighed.

"After this battle we are sitting down and talking ok? Like the civilized adults that we both are, meaning no punches or kicks are going to be thrown. Just us. Just words. I won't try to use sex over you again. I just…God Faith…I just have become so used to touching you whenever I need to calm down or need to understand something that the past twenty-four hours have been hell for me. Worse than when we have been separated in the past. You won't let me touch you and I don't know how to get into your head. Will you do that for me? Will you sit down with me and talk about where things went wrong?" He asked of me. I sat up and he slid his arm completely off of my body and covered his eyes with it. I knew that he was probably crying. I pushed his arm off of his eyes and looked him in the eye.

"If we live through this then yes we'll talk and see if we can salvage what is left of our relationship Liam," I told him honestly. I leaned down and placed a simple kiss on his lips. He wove his hand through my hair, holding my head down to his to prolong the kiss. I didn't object for a few seconds. When I wanted to pull away he let me. My jaw throbbed from the pressure he had used to kiss me.

"Ok…" he mumbled.

"Ok," I said and nodded. I pulled away from Angel as I stood up. I headed up the stairs to collect my team. Angel followed me as well.

"I'm going," he told me when we got to the top of the stairs and I nodded, giving my consent.

"All right everyone ready?" I asked my team.

"Yeah we are. Oz, Lindsay, Mac, Giles, and Kate left. Willow, Amanda, Dawn, Cordelia, and Richie are staying here. We are putting them in the basement, locking all the doors and turning the lights off. That way it'll look as though no one is here and everyone is out," Gunn stated.

"What if her human friends break down the door and invite them in? Then Cordelia, Dawn, Willow, Amanda, and Richie are trapped in the basement. No, not a plan I like," I told them and then continued. "Angel, Methos, or Gunn – one of you is staying here. I'm not leaving these five unprotected despite the fact that Cordelia could talk the intruders to death," I told them all.

"Hey I could protect them!" Richie said pissed off at me.

"Could you? All masculinity aside. Could you?" I asked him and looked him right in the eye. "You can protect Cordy, Amanda, Dawn, and Willow from whatever evil could come into this house alone?"

"Fine whatever," Richie said and walked out of the living room pissed off.

"Faith, you just insulted him." Cordelia snapped at me.

"I'm sorry if I ruined his ego but he is a kid," I told them.

"And Gunn isn't?" Cordelia asked me in return. "You know I love him and worship him when he saves my life again and again, but at least Richie has the whole Immortal - unable to die - thing going on. Gunn doesn't have that," Cordelia argued with me.

"Well then if Gunn needs to decide whether he is coming on the recon mission with me or babysitting here. I'm sorry for being blunt and rude, but they are all big boys. I don't think that Richie can handle protecting all five of you guys alone. I think that if another person stays here you will all be safer. But Cordy if you don't mind dying then by all means tell me and I'll take all the boys with me," I told her.

"Fine oh fearless leader. We will do as you command," Cordy snapped at me and I shot a glare at her.
"Who can protect them?" I asked again. "Hell, I'll stay here if you boys wanna go on recon…I don't care," I told them.

"I'll stay. Four humans out at night will look like an easy target for vamps, so that way they don't smell me and run," Angel finally said to me and I nodded.

"Good idea, " I told him. "Who is going to watch over Dawn?" I asked them all. Amanda finally raised her hand.

"Good thanks Amanda." I grabbed my weapon vest. I slid it on with my guns, stakes, sword down my back, holy water, and a few plastic baggies with magic ingredients needed for simple spells I could use and do on my own if absolutely needed. Willow came over and watched in amazement.

"Where did you get that suit? And are there magic ingredients in your suit? Like little prepackaged spells?" Willow babbled.

"We use a little magic sometimes. Oz is our local warlock. He has been studying and practicing for years now. Don't worry Willow – we know what we are doing and are careful – hence individual baggies to prevent magic ingredients from mixing ok?" I assured her.

"Oz?"

"Yeah, he learned the craft to control his wolf. He can control it now without having to wear trinkets all the time. He has a tattoo on his back that is blessed and covered in magic. It helps him so he isn't all wolfy all the time. This way he is only when he wants to be and only when he can control himself. He has changed and matured a lot since he left you years ago," I told her honestly. I slid my last knife into my ankle sheath and pulled my jeans pant leg back down over it.

"I'm set," I said and everyone else was too. "Oz should be back soon. Be sure not to invite them in, meaning make sure they can do it on their own," I informed them all. All those in the room still nodded to me in understanding. "We'll be back as soon as we can. Angel, Methos, Gunn and I have our cells on us; don't hesitate to call for any reason, no matter how trivial," I informed him. He nodded. Before we left Angel pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Be careful! No stupid selfless stunts Faith. I wanna talk in a week or so when this is all over," he whispered in my ear. He kissed my lips hard, crushing them and then pushed me out the door. I stood outside the door to the house looking at him. I touched my lips gently, still feeling his lips on mine. I locked eyes with him.

"I love you," he mouthed to me and I left him standing there in the doorway looking out after me.
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