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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)DemonaFR183381,0290422,0032 Aug 032 Aug 03Yes

Part Twenty-One: Which Is The Greater Of Two Evils -- Watchers Or Vampires?

For Disclaimer and Notes see first chapter.

Part Twenty-One: Which Is The Greater Of Two Evils -- Watchers Or Vampires?

Over the course of the next five days everyone in my circle trained heavily and familiarized themselves with as many weapons as they could to take into the fight. I patrolled alone every night much to the dismay of everyone in the house. I didn't want to hear about it though because I had to do this. I didn't want to send anyone else out alone and the missions I went on were purely patrol for the safety of the residents of Sunnydale and more importantly: reconnaissance. One night I found one of Buffy's flunkies in the graveyard digging in a mausoleum. He was alone thankfully.

"Lookie what I found," I said after I snuck up behind him. He jumped up and whipped around and his eyes betrayed his recognition of me and then fear of me. He looked like he was going to try to bolt at any second. "Get what you were digging for?" I asked him as I walked closer to him, keeping myself between him and the door. "Cat got your tongue?" I asked after he didn't say anything to me.

"You will perish at the hands of Her Highness," he said as a retort to my comments.

"I'm going out on a limb and assuming you are talking about Buffy?" I asked him as I walked a step closer. I pulled a stake out from my waistband of my jeans and began flipping it around in my hands.

"You will be disciplined harshly for not calling her by her proper name."

"I seriously doubt that. So tell me, what are you digging for? What did B ask for that sent you out on the hunt?"

"I will tell you nothing," he said and set his jaw in an attempt to prove his point. I threw the stake and it embedded itself in his shoulder, just missing his heart. He looked at the stake and then realized he was alive still and looked up at me with a smirk on his face.

"You missed." He was good at stating the obvious.

"I meant to. Now…if I meant to miss your heart you think that I could hit it with this stake? What are the odds on that, do you figure?" I asked him as I pulled out another stake out of my clothes. He visibly tensed and I knew that he was going to bolt. He made a dash for the door but I grabbed hold of him and threw him back into the wall of the mausoleum.

"When is she going to open the Hellmouth?" I asked him as I pulled the first stake out of his body.
"I don't know what you are talking about." I backhanded him across the face. Blood fell from his broken nose freely.

"Again…when is she going to open the Hellmouth?"

"Two nights from tonight. She is going to open it when the moon is just right," he muttered and I hit him again. "What was that for?" He complained and then realized he shouldn't have said that.

"Tell her I'll be waiting."

"I don't think that crossing Her Highness is a good idea for you," he started and I glared at him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"N-not exactly. A Slayer though," he stuttered and I smirked.

"Let me tell you who I am so you can understand why I can address her as B. I'm Faith. The other Slayer," I said to him and total fear was evident in his eyes.

"You are Faith?" He asked me and I nodded to him. "Then you must kill me because what she will do to me when she finds out that I told you the date will be a fate far worse than death," he told me and I shook my head.

"You are on your own on this one. Tell her, deliver my message and perhaps she will spare you torture and just get angry and rip your head off. You can always hope right?" I asked him as I tossed him onto the floor. "If you don't deliver my message to her then I will do more harm to you than she could ever dream of. Go!" I yelled at him. He flew out of the mausoleum and left me alone in the dark. I walked over to the tomb he was digging in and started searching it. I found what he was presumably looking for after a few minutes of destroying the remains that were left in the tomb. I came up with an amulet with a language, I was not familiar with, inscribed on it. I looked at it with the flashlight from my vest and then clicked off the flashlight abruptly and put the amulet into my pants before I spoke.

"Hello Xander," I said as I spun around to face the vampire that now blocked my exit from the mausoleum.

"Faith," he said and nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Not really. We are both here for the same thing," I told him as I leaned back again the tomb, resting my hands on either side of my hips, one ankle crossing across the other on the ground.

"You and I are not here for the same thing. I am here to kill you. I ran into that little squeal of a vampire and he told me that you interrupted his search tonight and that he confessed some valuable information to you as well. I am not here for that item he was searching for, although it is on you; I am here for you."

"You came for me? I'm flattered really Xander. But damn you should have known better than that. I didn't want you before what makes you think that I would want you now?"

"I'm different than I was back then. I'm better now."

"That, my dear Xander, is a matter of opinion. I think I liked the geek better. The vampire that is trying to be hard now…I'm not going for that. I like my men bad and evil, not pussy whipped by 'Her Highness'."

"Then why are you still with Angel? He has it the worst out of all of us vampires for Buffy. You know that. You can't lie to yourself or me about that. We both know the truth. She will always be better than you in his eyes. You are always second best to Buffy. She was the better Slayer, the better person, the better lover to Angel, and the first and true love of his life. You name it and she was better than you were when it came to Angel," Xander shot back as he walked down the steps and approached me.

"Touché Xander," I softly said and nodded my head slightly. He knew that he had hit a nerve with that comment. He somehow knew the truth somehow about Angel. Perhaps it took someone who knew they were never going to get Buffy to recognize another. He kept advancing on me.

"So Faith. How is this going to play out? Shall we fight? Or you could just give me your life and spare yourself the pain you would receive if you faced Buffy," he suggested to me.

"Or I kill you," I told him as I shoved myself off the tomb and into a standing position about four feet from him.

"Could you really kill me? Come on Faith, its Xander!" He said to me and I smiled at him as I took a step closer.

"Xander died…you are the thing that occupies his body. You aren't worthy of disgracing the body of Xander Harris," I told him and cocked my head to the side waiting for the counter insult.

"Funny, isn't it? I mean some people fall in love with the things that occupies bodies of dead people. You, for one, fell for Angel's demon. Buffy loved Spike's demon. It is weird how some vampires are just deemed ok while low men on the totem pole, like me, are not ok to date yet. Give me a few hundred years too and I'll be worthy of dating, demon or not," Xander told me and I just laughed.

"Neither of us will live to see that day Xander, and you know that don't you," I told him and he smirked.

"I have immortality on my side Faith. I can hear your biological clock ticking in my ears."

"Your immortality will run out sooner rather than later Xander. I'm tired of these petty insults we are throwing at each other. How bout this…we call a truce, let each go and call it a night?"

"I like the plan where I kill you," he told me and launched himself at me. I grabbed him and tossed him up onto the top of the tomb lid and went to plunge a stake into his heart but he rolled off the lid and onto the floor right before the stake splintered on the tomb lid. He jumped up on the other side of the tomb from me grinning like a maniac.

"Turned by the vampire Slayer turned vampire has its benefits," he explained to me and I raised an eyebrow in question. "Oh come on Faith. You should know all about how your blood is like a powerful drug to any vampire. I see the bites on your neck. You have been letting someone feed from you. You even have the scars to prove it. You are the laugh of the vampire community, a vampire Slayer with vampire hickeys all over her neck. Only letting those who she chooses to let into her bed feed from her. It was the same when Buffy changed me. I became stronger because it was her blood flowing from me. I could probably take you and your precious Angel as well," he told me with amusement in his voice.

"I doubt that," I told him and backed up into the open space of the room. He followed me into the space and the fight began again.

We fought hard, I was better than he was; he just liked to brag. I was about a second away from staking him when I was shot in the arm with a crossbow bolt causing me to drop my stake. I grabbed my arm with my free hand to attempt to stop the pain that had instantly made itself very present. I looked up at the current Slayer holding the crossbow in her hands with Quentin and his crew guarding the doorway. Xander looked up at me with confusion evident in his eyes.

"I don't think that staking someone who is siding with Buffy and has information is a wise idea for anyone that is really trying to stop her. This vampire has valuable information and we feel that he is better off alive," Quentin said to me and Xander rose to his feet behind me. Placing me in between him and the other Slayer.

"Rear exit," he quietly whispered to me and I snapped the crossbow bolt off so only the part in my arm was still attached, not the extra hanging out. We both backed up as the Watcher's Council advanced on us both.

"Faith give it up. We have you cornered. Hand over yourself and the vampire and we will offer you a nice little cell somewhere until you can come up on trial for treason," Quentin said and I heard Xander throw himself into the gate at the back of the mausoleum. It broke with his weight and strength and at the last moment he grabbed a hold of my hand and yanked me through the gate with him.
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