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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)DemonaFR183381,0290422,1022 Aug 032 Aug 03Yes

Part Eighteen: Adding Kerosene To The Fire

For Disclaimer and Notes see first chapter.

Part Eighteen: Adding Kerosene To The Fire

The next hours went by slowly and painfully. Spike retold the whole story from the minute he left the house with Buffy to the minute that he attacked me. He retold the tales that Buffy told him about her torturing the Scooby gang members and such. He edited the part about B killing Willow, just saying she knocked her out and left her in the coffin to freak her out. It wasn’t something that we all wanted to hear but it was what everyone needed to hear. We all needed to understand that this was not our Buffy anymore because our Buffy wouldn’t have tortured and killed our friends and got off on it. It was decided that we would analyze everything that Spike told us and go over it. Each person was to come up with a battle plan using every person in the room. They would have teams selected, team leaders, weapons and such. It was a good idea and most of the people in the room agreed it was a good plan. We would take the best plan or the best parts of plans and utilize them the best that we could.

I didn’t want to make up a plan that would involve sacrificing my friends at the moment. I would do that later after I had had some time just to let this all sink in. Instead I went back to Spike’s room with him and we talked for hours. I really missed talking with him and arguing about things that we both knew we really agreed upon. He was a good friend to me and I knew that I would miss that when he was gone. I told him of the fight that Angel and I had. I told him how hurt I was that he was so upset over Buffy’s death, how he wouldn’t let me help me at all, how he broke my jaw, and finally how he broke my heart and didn’t realize it still. Spike didn’t have a lot of suggestions but he did know that Angel was dense when it came to certain things and that was the truth, neither of us argued about that. He thought that sometime before the battle with Buffy that I should sit down with him and tell him exactly what I felt in case something happened to either one of us during the battle. I didn’t think that was a good idea. I didn’t want things more emotionally messed up for me before I faced a Slayer turned Vampire.
Then I listened and held him as he cried for the death of his Slayer, the death of his lover, the death of his other half. He knew that he had to make sure she was stopped. He knew that she couldn’t live with the guilt if she was cursed after all that she had done. She had told him that if she ever became a vampire not to curse her just to stake her because she couldn’t live that way. It was the opposite of what she was born to be and she couldn’t live in the dark all the time. She had grown to hate the darkness due to her fate. We talked about death and how we were both ready and awaiting it. He couldn’t believe that I was awaiting death so calmly.

“What do you mean that you are ready to die? You haven’t even begun to live Faith!” Spike yelled at me.

“Keep it down Spike. It isn’t like I want to die. I just know it will happen soon. I just have this feeling. I know that B is going to kill me. I can’t beat her. I’m not sure that even Angel can beat her. I think that I am going to just let him drain me and then go kick her ass. That is the only real option that I am seeing to kill her. You can’t kill her unless you kick her or bite her to death. I mean – I’m sorry but you have no hands to hold a stake.”

“A stake won’t do Faith. I didn’t want to tell the others this just yet. I was only going to tell you and Angel because I knew it would be one of you that finishes her and then possibly let you guys break the news. She can only die by beheading. It is fucked up. Like she is a goddess more so than ever before now that she is half demon. So you are going to have to behead her to kill her totally. Keep that in mind,” Spike informed me and I just nodded to him in acknowledgement. We continued to talk and finally he passed out again after I let him have about a pint of my blood.


I left him there on the bed for the remainder of the day. That day while Angel and Spike slept, side-by-side no less, the humans talked and plotted the battle that lay ahead. We decided we needed to go to the grocery store to get food for all of us for the next week or so. Only a few of us went. Cordy, Gunn, Oz, Lindsay, Methos and I went to get food for us and the other humans in the house. Angel wasn’t awake but if something went wrong all they had to do was yell and he would be up and ready for battle, as would Spike. Plus Mac, Amanda, Richie, Kate, Willow, Giles, and Cassandra could take care of themselves when it came down to it.

We drove in Oz’s van to the grocery store to get food. Each person made a list of food they wanted and we combined all the lists into one huge list. It took us about two hours to do the grocery shopping about three hundred fifty dollars as well. We were all going to chip in but Methos just covered it for us. Grocery shopping was relaxing because we just got to get out of the house. It was all going well until I turned a corner with several boxes of cereal in my arms and ran smack into Quentin Travers, the head Watcher from the Council. He was with three other Watchers and a young girl, probably fourteen or fifteen. I dropped the boxes and took a step back away from them.

“Excuse me,” I mumbled and bent to grab my cereal boxes to leave their presence, quickly.

“There is no excuse for you Faith. You are simply a disgrace to the Council and past Slayers,” Quentin said to me and I stood up slowly with my cereal boxes, unsure of what to do.

“Faith?” Cordelia’s voice asked from behind me, confusion evident in her voice. I backed toward her slowly. “What is going on here?” She snapped, clearly pissed off now. She knew my body posture very well and therefore knew I was frightened now.

“C, meet the Council,” I told her as I came to a stop slightly behind her. She moved to block me from the people that threatened me. I threw the cereal boxes carelessly in her shopping cart. Gunn stood behind the cart, looking warily at the Watchers.

“Faith, why don’t you go find Adam? Gunn and I can handle this,” Cordelia suggested to me. I backed away to go look for them and ended up backing right into Adam.

“I’m here C,” Adam’s voice said from behind us. Adam came up behind me and placed a hand on my left shoulder with his right hand as he stood off to my left. I knew that he would protect me at this moment and I felt comfortable and safe just by this innocent touch.

“I think we have unfinished business Faith,” Quentin said to me.

“No, Quentin you don’t. She isn’t under you anymore. She put in her time in jail to serve the US laws. And she has put in her time to the Council as well. She isn’t any of your concern anymore,” Adam boldly told them.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Adam Pierson – the Immortal who got into Watcher’s HQ. I should have guessed to see you two together.”

“Why are you in town?”

“Same reason as you. Buffy’s a vampire and planning on opening the Hellmouth. So, we are here to kill her. Are you here to join her in death and destruction?”

“No, I am here to slay B and close the Hellmouth. Same thing you are here for,” I answered confidently.

“That is right you hate Buffy and will have no problem slaying her at all.”

“How do you plan on slaying her?” I asked him. “You and your Watchers and your little girl?”

“Faith – I want you to meet Robin, the newest Slayer.”

“The newest Slayer?” I asked, confused.

“I don’t think that you understand Faith. She is the Slayer. You died.” Quentin said to me and I was shocked.

“When and how Quentin?” I asked him, not believing this at all.

“She was called in the fall of 2004, after Isabelle - the Slayer after you - was killed. You are supposed to be dead Faith. That is the only reason we have not come for you Faith. We believed you to be dead. Unfortunately we were wrong and not that lucky.”

“So she is your plan to kill B? Do you really think that she can take B? Um…I think no!”

“What is going on here?” Oz asked as he walked up to us with Lindsay. “I smelled…well trouble,” he finished as he stopped next to us.

“I sense evil on him. His aura is worse than the others,” we heard the girl say to Quentin.

“Oz, I presume – the werewolf,” Quentin said. Oz didn’t really respond; he hardly does anyway despite the event and situation.

“He’s a werewolf sir? Are you sure?” One Watcher asked Quentin.

“Yes, I am sure,” Quentin snapped at him.

“How about you guys finish the grocery shopping while Faith and I continue our chat with Quentin,” Methos asked of Cordy, Gunn, Lindsay and Oz.

“You sure man?” Gunn asked.

“Yeah, we’ll be ok here in aisle seven,” Methos teased him.

“We’ll be nearby,” Cordy said and then left us alone.

“So you are leading this band of merry-men?” Quentin asked Methos.

“I am,” I answered. “I’m in charge of it all. We all came down here to stop a vampire and seal the Hellmouth. That is all. Since my Watcher isn’t available anymore I am in charge of myself,” I told them all confidently.

“You mean your Watcher is dead,” one said from the back with a slight smirk.

“I guess death is the same as unavailable.”

“Wesley…” Quentin started to speak.

“Shut up Quentin. You have no right to speak of him so directly. Mr. Wyndham-Price will do for you and yours. You didn’t know him – you didn’t know anything about him.”

“I think I did – perhaps more than you. You forget that he was at the Council HQs for years before he was sent to you to be your Watcher.”

“You might have know him then, in a world without demons and evil to face everyday but you didn’t know the Wes that I knew. The man I knew was a brave man – an intelligent man – a man of honor and principle. He trusted me even after I almost killed him and he found it in his heart to believe in me and to know me. Few have done that. The man you knew was nothing compared to the man I knew!” I told him honestly.

“A man doesn’t change over time. The Wesley you and I both knew was the same person. He couldn’t have changed that much,” Quentin argued.

“When I first met him he would run and hide from anything that moved. He would offer anything to save his own life. The man that died wasn’t that man. I tortured him for hours and he didn’t utter a scream, no protest, just sat there and took it and didn’t even think about betraying Angel or Cordelia. You aren’t worthy of him. He was a true Watcher, he did his job to protect good in the world and kill the evil.”

“He worked with a demon.”

“I am in love with a demon and yet here I am. I still fight the ‘good fight’ and hunt down everything that needs to be killed. I am not a bad person because of it. I was evil before I met him, he made me good, he understood my darkness and helped me harness it and direct it through a different outlet. Just because Angel is a vampire does not mean that he is evil. Do you want me to start naming the number of times that he has helped out a Slayer? Between Buffy and myself the number is probably too high to count. You don’t understand about him Quentin. Because you have been locked inside the Council gates you don’t understand anything that has to do with good and evil. I am the perfect example. I wasn’t the model Slayer, I turned evil, I killed humans, and I did horrible things. My boyfriend is a demon and he is supposed to kill humans and wreak havoc on the world, however, he chooses to save it and protect it. Tell me now Quentin. In your world as you see it. I should be the one was still allowed to live because I was a human, but I was evil. He should have been killed because he was a demon but he is good. Tell me how that is right, how that is correct, and above all how that is FAIR! Tell me that the Council still doesn't view it that way and I will come back to the Council.” I told him and he just stood there in silence.

“You know that I can’t tell you that.”

“And you know that I can’t value anything that you have to say to me. Our truths are not the same. You see the world through tinted, jaded, colored glasses. I see the world as it is. There is no such thing as good and evil. There is no black and white world. There is a lot of gray area that no one in the Council acknowledges. Wes didn’t acknowledge it when he came here to Sunnydale. He did after he realized and had his eyes opened to the events that were taking place around him!” I told Quentin angrily. “Go home Quentin. You and your Slayer are in way over your heads here,” I told him and he just shook his head.

“It is my duty to make sure that Buffy is stopped. I need to make sure that evil is kept in check,” he told me.

“You can’t beat her. You can’t. Neither can she. You are going to send this Slayer to her death. One can only hope that she dies quickly and painlessly. Stay away from me and mine. You do your own thing here. You want to take her down do it. Don’t interfere when we attack her though. You interfere and get any of us killed and I swear by everything I stand for providing if I survive the fight I will hunt you and everyone else in the Council down and kill every single one of you in the same way that my friends died. It won’t be pleasant and I’m sure that you don’t want to see if I will hold true to that promise. I am a psycho Quentin…keep that in mind,” I told him and then walked away from him to join Cordy, Gunn, Lindsay and Oz in the next aisle over. Adam joined me a few seconds later.

“They won’t leave Sunnydale. They are going to get killed,” Adam said to me.

“That is on them. They aren’t listening to reason so they will die. I don’t care,” I told them all honestly and they nodded in agreement.
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