Season 1 Episode 11
FIC: Faith: The Series S1 Ep 11 (11/?)
“G..G,” Faith’s normally nimble tongue stumbled over her lips as she stared at the present her Watcher had bought her. “I..it’s beautiful.” Collecting herself she tore her eyes away from the flowing sequined dress. “I can’t wear that,” she shook her head. “Everyone will laugh at me, playing dress-up.”
”And why,” Giles lifted her chin up, bringing her eyes up to him. “Would anyone want laugh at you, the most beautiful girl in the school?”
Faith blushed. “I think C and Red would scratch your eyes out for saying that G.”
Her Watcher chuckled. “Yes I do suppose they would. In that case let’s keep that remark between ourselves, okay?”
”Deal,” she grinned at the Englishman before pouting. “But I don’t have a date. Or know how to dance,” she tilted her head to one side, “well I know how to dance but not formal like.”
“I’m sure they’ll be many a fine young man queuing to be your date, only be selective, you deserve only the best. As for the dancing,” Giles took her hand and smiled. “Shall we?”
* * *
Faith grinned as she strode through Sunnydale’s shadowy streets, her spirits higher than she could ever remember. The combination of the wicked sophisticated dress and G’s dancing lesson made her feel more, more, special than she’d ever felt in her life.
Her good mood was shattered by the sound of a distant scream. “Duty calls,” she muttered as she pulled her stake out and hurried in the direction of the commotion. In seconds, she was in a darkened alley. Seeing a black teen girl struggling with a powerfully-built vampire she shouted. “Hey asshole!”
The moment she yelled the demon began to turn towards her. She slammed her fist into his face, shattering his nose before stamping her heel into the demon’s knee. The vampire’s legs buckled under it. Before it had even hit the ground her stake plunged down, ripping through its chest. “Easy as,” Faith smirked as she straightened and turned to the shaking girl. “See, that was-,” her head snapped round at a low rumble. “What the fuck?”
* * *
“No, no,” Giles muttered as he shook his head. He rubbed at his eyes, bleary from lack of sleep. Yes, he assured himself, that had to be it, he was reading it wrong through exhaustion. Lifting his head he looked around his inner office before rubbing wearily at his forehead. Suddenly the papers sat on his desk flew off and the desk itself began to tremble. “What the bloody hell!”
* * *
The Master smiled at Colin and Darla, exulting at what he felt as his cavern shook and dust fell from the ceiling. “The Hellmouth awakens!” It wouldn’t be long now, soon the Slayer would be dead. And soon he would be free.
* * *
“G!” Faith charged into the library, heart racing. God, he had to okay, a fucking earthquake couldn’t kill her Watcher not after all the shit they’d been through together. “G!”
“In here Faith.” Her face split in half by a huge grin, she hurried into the inner office to find her Watcher picking up papers scattered across the floor, a filing cabinet fallen on the floor. Eager to help, she reached to pick some of the papers. “Don’t!” She stood, hurt by G’s tone, the only way he’d ever spoken to her like that was over Cruz. The Watcher sighed. “I’m sorry Faith,” he smiled, his face lined and haggard. “This,” the Englishman glanced around the wrecked room, “was a strain on the nerves. And these papers are in a certain order, I’d rather pick them up myself. However,” her guardian glanced towards the fallen filing cabinet, “your Slayer strength would be appreciated.”
Faith nodded. “Sure G.”
* * *
“Faith, can I have a word?”
Faith tensed at Xander’s uncertain voice behind her. The last couple of weeks, ever since he’d rescued G, she’d begun to be able handle being around Xman again, but he still made her nervous. Taking a breath, she nodded towards the seat opposite on the picnic bench. “Sure X.”
“Thanks,” a worried look on his face, the youth dropped in the seat opposite. “Say, our friendship’s been a bumpy road right?” the youth chuckled tremulously. Faith stared at him. “Um,” the Scooby glanced down at the table. Faith noted his hands were shaking slightly. “I know I, I know I did some bad stuff to you, and I’m really sorry.”
Xander nodded. “But I, I really care about you. I think you’re amazing, beautiful, brave, and funny. You’re a great girl,” Faith’s heart sank. He wasn’t going to. “I was wondering if you’d like to go to the dance with me.”
There it was. Faith sucked at letting guys down. Normally, she just laughed, flipped them the bird, or used a put-down. Life had taught her that if you were nice, people thought you were weak. But now with G, she was trying to be a better person, treat people with respect. “Look X,” she swallowed. “You’re a good guy and I don’t blame you for the hyena,” Xan began to smile. “But I still got problems about being ‘round ya, so thanks but no thanks.”
Xander’s face fell. “But we could have something really -.”
“Just don’t!” Stomach churning, she turned and strode away, her set expression betraying none of her inner turmoil.
* * *
“How did it go?”
Xander looked up from bouncing his ball against the wall to see an anxious looking Jonathan and Jesse stood in the class doorway. “She thinks I’m a great guy but Faith can’t bear being around a guy who looks exactly like her would-be rapist,” he chuckled humourlessly. “How overly sensitive of her.”
He watched as Jonathan and Jesse exchanged glances. “Hey!” Jonathan had a smile as false as Mayor Wilkins’ on election day. “You can come with us four, maybe pick up a girl while we’re there?”
”You know what’s sadder than being a dateless dork at a dance?” Xander answered his own rhetorical question. “A dateless dork who turns up with his dating friends.”
“Just leave me alone,” Xander snapped at Jesse as he pushed through them and out of the class. Seeing Snyder heading towards him, he glared warningly at the principal before storming past the suddenly paling educator. Damn it, couldn’t she realise how he felt, how he’d treat her with the respect and care she deserved?
* * *
Jenny strode into the library, feeling a million dollars in the flowing, low-cut cocktail dress she’d picked out to wear as chaperone to the school dance. If this didn’t get her the stuffy librarian nothing would. Seeing the inner office light on, she opened her mouth to shout then smiled. No, a surprise was what was needed, blow his head off. She strode across the library floor and eased the door open.
Her smile died at what greeted her. Rupert was shaking his head as he stared down at the notes scattered in a most unGileslike mess across his desk, muttering under his breath. But most worryingly were the fat tears running down his face. “Rupert!” the Englishman failed to answer her anguished cry. She leaned across the desk and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Rupert!”
Her slight touch was enough to make the Englishman start and look up. “Oh good evening Miss Calendar, you look very nice today,” the crumpled-looking Englishman began to straighten his slightly askew tie.
She reached down, gently took the Watcher’s hands in hers and stared into his eyes. “Forget about the dress,” almost a thousand dollars to impress him and she was telling him to forget it, must be love. “Rupert, what’s wrong?”
“The Codex,” the Englishman said, his tone broken. “It says Faith is going to die.”
“No,” Jenny shook her head. That spirited child dead? It wasn’t possible, not if there was any justice in the world. “It can’t be, you’re wrong.” If nothing else it would destroy the Watcher, he was utterly devoted to her.
“I only wish I was,” there was no semblance of the usual British stiff upper lip in the wrecked man before her. “I've checked it against all my other volumes. It's very real.”
“There has to be some way around it.”
Giles shook his head, she noticed his eyes were red. “Listen. Some prophecies are, are a bit dodgy. They're mutable. Faith herself has thwarted them time and time again, but this is the Codex. There is nothing in it that does not come to pass.”
“Then maybe you're reading it wrong.”
She flinched as one of the tomes was flung through an open window, shocking her with the sudden violence of the normally quiet man. “I wish to God I were! But it's very plain! Tomorrow night Faith will face the Master, and she will die.”
Jenny turned to see a formally dressed Faith stumbling away from the doorway, her face ashen-grey.
* * *
Faith was buzzing, it had taken her a good few minutes to get the nerve up to try the dress up, hell she must have stared at it laid on her bed for nearly half an hour. But the moment she’d seen her reflection in the full-length mirror, all her doubts had dissipated. She looked hot as hell, wicked classy too.
Determined to show off to G, to see that look of pride in his eyes, she grabbed her stakes and hurried out. As she entered the library, she sniggered to see JC and G talking. Deciding to spy for some humiliation ammunition, she sneaked up to the door.
“Tomorrow night Faith will face the Master, and she will die.”
She’d been unaware that the word has croaked out of her mouth until G and the computer teacher turn towards her. Legs shaky underneath her, she staggered away from her advancing Watcher. “Don’t touch me,” she snarled. “Were you even gonna tell me?”
“I was hoping that I wouldn't have to. That there was... some way around it. I...”
Faith laughed, a note of hysteria in her voice. “I've got a way around it. I quit!”
Giles shook his head. “It's not that simple.”
“I'm making it that simple! I quit! You can find someone else to stop the Master from taking over!”
“I'm not sure that anyone else can. All the... the signs indicate...”
“The signs?” picking a book off the counter, she flung it at her Watcher. “READ ME THE SIGNS! TELL ME MY FORTUNE! YOU'RE SO USEFUL SITTING HERE WITH ALL YOUR BOOKS! YOU'RE REALLY A LOTTA HELP!”
“No, I don't suppose I am,” Giles looked down at his feet. “But you are the Slayer-.”
Faith’s heart tightened, she’d believed he’d cared about her, but now that illusion was shattered. “You bastard!” she screamed. “I trusted you! I thought you cared about me!”
“Faith-,” Jenny spoke up.
“Shut the hell up!” she snapped at the teacher. “You wanna keep those pretty looks, stay the hell out of my business. I’m leaving!”
“Faith, your duty-.”
“Yeah, my duty,” she sneered at the Englishman. “That’s the only reason you want me. For your damn Council. You’re no different from every other guy who’s ever used me. Well fuck you,” she wiped at the tears filling her eyes. “I’m outta of here. Dust in the wind.” Turning, she strode out of the library, ignoring the Watcher’s shouts.
* * *
“Did she phone you last night?”
Cordelia shook her head at Willow’s question. “No, what do you think Giles wanted?” The librarian must have called her six times during the night, and from what Jesse and Willow had said, he’d called them a similar amount of times looking for their wayward friend.
“I bet her report card was bad,” the red-head nodded. “He found out and shouted at her. And she ran off.”
“Yeah,” Cordelia glanced at her companion in disbelief. Nerd much? Did Willow even live in the real world? “That’s probably it.”
“Anyway,” Willow beamed at her. “My first dance! With a boyfriend! This sound system the boys are working on better be good!”
Cordelia hid a grin. That was what she’d grown to like about Willow, her wide-eyed enthusiasm. Although in her opinion, Willow could do better than Jonathan. “Kenny and the others are real experts,” she soothed before frowning as she stopped outside the students’ lounge. “Although they better have a real good excuse for standing us up last night.” They’d been waiting at the Bronze until way after dusk, which was so not cool. Just because she had a boyfriend didn’t mean other guys shouldn’t drop to the floor at her feet.
Cordelia laughed at Willow’s exclamation as she opened the lounge door. And then she screamed. And screamed and screamed.
* * *
Faith ducked her head as she hurried across the darkening street, heading towards the bus station. Last night had been hell. The moment she’d left the library, tears still streaming down her face, she’d hurried back to he-, the Limey’s house, changed, grabbed her stuff, and money, leaving through the back window just as G had arrived home.
She’d spent the night in a boarded up house, confident in the knowledge that she could take on any vampire or human unfortunate enough to break into her makeshift. Safe, but heart-broken. She’d been so sure that G cared about her, that she’d finally found someone who wanted her for her. “Fooled again,” she muttered.
She glided into the queue at the bus station, mind whirling with plans, thoughts of what she was going to do next, anything to distract her from thoughts of the Scoobies, the almost-family she’d built. Boston was out, that would be the first place they’d look. New York, easy to lose herself there, she decided. She glanced at her wallet, she had almost seven hundred bucks, more money than she’d ever had in her life but not much at all, she’d have to make money. Faith smirked, that wouldn’t be a problem. Before getting her powers she’d used her looks to act as decoy when her gang pick-pocked people. She’d do the same and add her muscle to beat the crap out of drug dealers. Question was should she still hunt vamps? Finally she shook her head and sneered. “Fuck it.” When had the world ever done anything for her? The Council would catch up with her soon enough, and then that would be it, a new Slayer called. ‘Til then, the world could go to hell, she’d spent enough time there herself.
She reached into her jacket for the money for her ticket. “And in other news, three Sunnydale High students were found in the student lounge savaged by a pack of wild dogs.”
She turned back to the florid ticket clerk. After a second, she shook her head. “Sorry,” she muttered. “Remembered something.” Turning she ran off.
* * *
“Okay, “ Jenny watched worriedly as Giles pulled weapons out of the trunk in his office, ”so this Master guy tried to open the Hellmouth. But he got stuck in it, and now all the signs are reading that he's gonna get out, which opens the Hellmouth, which brings the demons, which ends the world.”
“Yes. That about sums it up, yes.”
“But how can we defeat the Master without Faith?” she pressed.
Finally Giles looked up and gave her the answer she’d been fearing. “Faith’s not going face the Master. I am.”
“No, you're not.”
Jenny’s head snapped towards the pale-faced Slayer stood in the centre of the library. The Englishman rushed past her to take Faith in his arms. “Faith! You stupid girl!” Rupert growled. “I’ve been so worried.”
“Why?” Faith arched an eyebrow. “I die tonight, not last night.”
“No,” the Watcher shook his head. “You are not going out there to die. You were
right. I've waded around in these old books for so long I've forgotten what the real world is like. It's time I found out.”
It was Faith’s turn to shake her head. “You're still not going up against the Master.”
“Now listen here young lady,” Rupert waggled a finger, “I've made up my mind.”
Faith put a hand on her hip and glared up at the Englishman. “So have I.”
“I made up my mine first! I'm older and wiser than you, and just... just do what you're told for once! Alright?”
“That's not how it goes. I'm the Slayer.” Jenny felt her eyes begin to burn. Under any other circumstances this would have been funny. Two people who loved one another completely, arguing about who would be the one to be killed.
“I don't care what the books say. I defy prophecy, and I am going. There's nothing you can say will change my mind.“
“Yeah,” Faith nodded her head. “I can see that.” Jenny’s eyes widened when Faith’s fist slammed into the Englishman’s jaw. The librarian crumpled into the Slayer’s arms. After placing the unconscious man on the couch, the Bostonian began to pick out some weapons.
“You hit him!”
“Tell ya what JC, I get outta this alive you can give me all the detentions you want,” Faith’s face turned serious. “Tell him when he comes round he was the best pa a girl could wish for.”
“You fight the Master, and you'll die,” Jenny pleaded.
“Guess I’m just living on borrowed time then.”
* * *
“She what?” Xander glanced around the faces of Willow, Amy, Jonathan, and Jesse, all five of them being called to the library by a panicked Miss. Calendar. Cordy was somewhere else, unable to get out of the dance preparations, girl had no idea of priorities. “And she knew about this prophecy of yours?” Giles nodded. “Aw, man, what do we do?”
“We try to stay calm.”
Xander raised an eyebrow. “Calm?”
“Xander,” Willow murmured in his ear. “I think he's right.”
Xander shook his head as he continued to stare at the Watcher, his eyes boring a hole through the Englishman. “I'm sorry, calm may work for Locutus of the Borg here, but I'm freaked out, and I intend to stay that way.”
“How could you let her go?” he ignored Willow to continue berating the librarian.
He backed away from the suddenly dangerous looking Watcher. “As the soon-to-be-purple area of my jaw will attest, I did not let her go!”
“Well,” Willow stepped between them, thereby saving him from unnecessary wetting of his pants, “how can we help her?”
“Uh, I'm sorry to bring this up, but we also have an apocalypse to worry about?” the computer teacher put in.
Xander’s eyes snapped towards the information technology tutor. “Who asked you?” he demanded.
“Hey! Once the Master gets free, the Hellmouth opens, the demons come to party, and everybody dies,” Jenny retorted.
Xander shook his head. “Guess what. I don't care. I'm sorry, I don't. Right now I gotta help Faith.”
“We don't even know where she's gone,” Giles commented.
Xander exchanged looks with Jesse and Jonathan. After a second his fellow pack-mates nodded. “No we don’t,” he admitted. “But I can track her. With my nose.”
Giles’ eyes widened. “I beg your pardon?”
“When we said the hyena possession was over we lied.” Willow squeaked slightly. “The hyena’s instincts went immediately. But at first we were a little stronger and faster than we were before but that wore off eventually. Next to go were our enhanced senses, vision, hearing etc.” Xander shrugged. “But we can still track by smell our-.”
“The one you consider your mates.” Xander blushed and nodded. Giles stared at him before throwing him a short sword. “Then what are you bloody waiting for? Go!”
He turned to the door only to stop when he noticed Jonathan and Jesse grabbing weapons. He opened his mouth to protest. “Where you go, we go,” Jesse said.
“Time we spend talking is time she gets further away,” Jonathan interrupted.
Xander smiled. “Let’s go.”
* * *
Faith glanced at Colin as he pointed her way down before himself returning the way they’d come. She looked at her shaking hands and forced them to steady before making her way down into a cavern filled with hundreds of burning candles.
“Welcome.” A voice boomed out from all directions, a voice she hadn’t heard before but had to be the Master’s.
“Hey,” she looked around. “You throw a great party,” her voice trailed off when the Master stepped out, his bat-eared, yellow-eyed face and powerful physique causing her mouth to dry in terror. “Thanks for the invite. Although the candles, kinda fire hazard,” she smirked at the vampire. “Not very smart for a guy like ya.”
“Oh, good. The banter portion of the fight. Why don't we just cut to the...”
Faith spun around and launched a bolt in the direction of the vampire’s voice. The vampire laughed before snatching the bolt out of mid-air. “Nice shot.” Faith quickly re-loaded. “You're not going to kill me with that thing.”
“Don't be so sure,” Faith looked around. Once again the ancient demon had melted into the shadows. Where was the bastard?
“You still don't understand your part in all this, do you? You are not the hunter. You are the lamb.”
* * *
Jenny cast Rupert a worried glance, she, Willow, and Amy had been studying since Xander and the others had left. The Englishman on the other hand was staring into space. Deciding to interrupt his trance, she spoke. “You said they have been
gathering, they know he's coming, they will be his army. Do you think they'll gather at the Hellmouth?”
Willow spoke before Rupert could. “Well, the last time the Master tried to rise was the Harvest. He sent a bunch of vampires to get him fresh blood.”
“Where did that go down?” Jenny queried.
Finally the Watcher spoke. “The Bronze.”
Amy’s eyes widened. “The Prom!”
Giles began to stand. ”We have to warn them.”
“No!” she grabbed the man’s arm, afraid that if he left here he’d do something stupid like chase after Faith. “Willow and I’ll go. You have to concentrate on demon killing. My car's in the lot.” She glanced meaningfully at Amy. The trainee Wicca’s eyes widened imperceptibly and she nodded. Satisfied her message was received and understood, she and Willow hurried out of the library.
* * *
“You know,” Faith glanced around. Her skin began to crawl as she realised the shadows were filled with figures, other vampires the Master must have called here to watch his victory. Even if she beat him, they’d kill her. It was probably better to die at his hands, at least it would be quick. “For someone who's all powerful, you sure do like to hide.”
“I'm waiting for you. I want this moment to last.”
“Just like a guy,” Faith retorted. “Wants it to last, but can’t keep it up.”
Heart racing, she span at the voice behind her. The crossbow was snatched out of her hands. Instantly she reached into her jacket to pull out her stake. Only to freeze as she looked into his primeval eyes, the horrors she saw there holding her in their grasp. She gurgled helplessly as he grabbed her around the throat.
* * *
Ms. Calendar rummaged through her bag as she and Willow headed across the parking lot towards the car. “What if they get to the Bronze before we do?” chattered the red-head.
Ms. Calendar stopped, blood chilling. “Oh we don't need to worry about that.”
“Why not?” her companion demanded.
“'Cause they're not goin' to the Bronze.” She looked around. All around them they were surrounded by advancing demons. She glanced desperately at her car, so near yet so far.
* * *
Heart racing, Faith flung a kick up at the demon’s face only for him to knock her foot aside before slamming a right hook into her jaw. Her legs buckled under the shuddering impact, she stumbled away, ducking under a right before leaping forward with a body shot. She grunted. It was like punching brick. A half-second later, the vampire had her by the neck. “You tried. It was noble of you. You heard the prophecy that I was about to break free and you came to stop me. But prophecies are
tricky creatures. They don't tell you everything. You're the one that sets me free! If you hadn't come, I couldn't go. Think about that!” The monster plunged her fangs into her, she whimpered with the pain of the invasion.
* * *
“Oh, God!” The Master exclaimed. “The power!” He flung the Slayer’s body face down into the cavern’s pool of water. He saw Darla approaching the body. “What are you doing?”
“Her blood,” the blonde replied, a hungry look on her face.
The Master shook his head. “Did you kill her?” Darla shook her head. “Then you do not feed from her, she was a Slayer, if you could not kill her,” he lifted his hands forcing them through his magical prison, “you do not deserve the honour of feeding from her. Come!” Soon the world would be his.
* * *
Mr Zabuto picked up the phone. “Hello Mr. Travers. Kendra’s been called. Yes, it appears Faith has perished.”
* * *
“Can you smell her?”
Xander nodded at Jonathan’s hushed question. “Just ah-.” Suddenly there was a flash a light in the intersection ahead. Instantly Xander was moving, his companions trailing behind him. Scrambling around the corner, he saw Faith lying in a pool of water. “NOOO!” Tears blurring his vision, he stumbled forward and pulled Faith out of the water, noting the blueness of her lips and the stillness of her chest.
He looked behind him to see pale-faced Jonathan and Jesse looking on, a respectful distance behind him.
* * *
“Why are they here?” Jenny asked, her eyes still fixed on the advancing vampires.
“Not caring!” her companion replied.
Hearing the sound of flying bodies and a car screeching to a stop behind them, Jenny spun around. The small sports car’s door flew open. “Get in!”
* * *
“You realise if he has to give her cardio massage and she wakes up, she’ll think he’s copping a feel.”
Jonathan looked up at Jesse in disgust. “Cordelia’s really rubbing on you hasn’t she?”
Jesse smiled weakly. “I like it when-.”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he warned. He really had to get some new friends he decided before turning back to watching Xander. “Come on,” he exhorted.
* * *
When he’d reached Faith’s body, he’d put his mouth on hers and began blowing into her lungs, alternating that with pumping her chest. “C'mon!”
After a minute Faith’s body convulsed and her head flopped to the side. He heard the sound of Jesse and Jonathan approaching, but didn’t look up, his gaze, his entire being, fixed on the brunette. After a few more seconds, Faith looked up at him. “Xander?”
* * *
Jenny, Willow, and Cordelia screamed as a vampire jumped on top of the car. “What do we do now?” Cordelia asked.
“We've gotta get to the library!” Jenny snapped.
“Library! Great!” Cordelia replied. The queen pulled the car around in a rapid U-turn, throwing the vampire off and sending it hurtling towards the school building. Jenny’s eyes widen as she realises what the cheerleader is going to do. She opened her mouth to scream out a no, but nothing came out as the car flew towards the doors.
“Of course,” an even more pale-faced than when they were surrounded by vampires Willow muttered. “We generally walk to class. Not even I’m in this much of a hurry.”
* * *
Faith looked around, her senses slowly returning to her as she looked up at the crying man above her. “Y..you came for me,” she said in amazement. Xander opened his mouth to speak, but she shut him up by reaching up, grabbing his hair and pulling him down into the deepest, most passionate kiss she’d ever given everyone.
After she’d reached the point where she thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen again, she released her grip and smiled up softly. “Thank you,” she whispered. Looking up, she noticed Jesse and Jonathan watching. “And if you think I’m gonna kiss you two pervs you’ve been snorting something.”
“Well that answers that,” Jesse commented.
“Yup,” Jonathan nodded. “No demon would have a personality that prickly.”
She flipped the two youths the bird as Xander helped her up. “You’re okay?”
She smiled at X’s concern, loving the worry in his eyes. “Never better,” she ran a palm down his face. “Now I’ve got a demon to kill and a honey to take me to a dance right?”
“Right,” Xander confirmed with a smile.
She leaned into Xander. “You’ve just given me another reason to live.”
* * *
“What the…” Hearing a roaring sound, Giles got up and walked to the library doors. His eyes widened as he peered out to see a car racing down the corridor. He barely had time to mutter ‘I always said bloody yanks shouldn’t be allowed to drive’, before flinging himself over the counter. Seconds later, he heard the car screech to a halt. Climbing out from the counter, he waved an advancing Amy forward before hurrying to the door and seeing Cordelia, Miss. Calendar, and Willow rushing into the library, vampires chasing after them. “What's happening?”
“How should we know?” snapped Cordelia.
A vampire punched through a small round window in one of the doors and grabbed
at them. Giles grabbed a bookcase and carried it over to the door. Willow took the ‘Closed’ sign and started hitting the vampire's arm with it. Satisfied the bookcase was in place, he grabbed the copier and pulled it over. “Why are they coming here?!” he exclaimed. Looking round he saw more vampires trying to get in through the back, his heart dropped at the sight, confirmation that Faith must have failed and died. “They're coming in through the stacks!”
“C'mon!” Miss Calendar grabbed Willow. The teacher pulled the red-head to the back of the library. Together they lifted a bookcase against the French doors that lead to the stacks and leant against it.
Giles’ eyes widened. “My office...” He turned to Amy and Cordelia. “Look after the front door!” he ordered before rushing in to secure his office.
* * *
Faith glanced at her companions. “Okay, you three wait here, keep the rest of the vampires off me.” She smiled at Xander’s nervous nod. “And you,” she cupped Xander’s face in her hands, “don’t get hurt. Understand?” he nodded again. “Good boy,” she took a breath. “One way or another, this won't take long.” She took a last look at her friends and then headed up to the roof.
* * *
Cordelia screamed as a vampire punched through the library door window and grabbed her arm. Instantly she bit it. The vampire roared in pain. “See how you like it!” she screamed.
* * *
“This won't keep 'em out for long!” Willow warned Jenny. Feeling something on her foot she looked down to see a leathery tentacle curling around her ankle. Her eyes widen in terror and she screamed wordlessly.
Ms. Calendar grabbed her around the waist and screamed “GILES! GILES!”
The inner office door flew open and the librarian ran up the steps, wielding an axe that he swung with an unlikely skill.
* * *
“Yes. Come forth, my child. Come into my world,” the Master chuckled deep in his throat as he watched the hellmouth rise from his position above the library.
“I don't think it's yours just yet.”
The Master spun around to face the Slayer, his mouth dropped open. “You're dead!”
“I may be dead, but I'm still pretty.” The Slayer smirked. “Which is more than I can say for you.”
“You were destined to die! It was written!” he protested.
Faith laughed. “What can I say? I flunked the written, I suck at tests, as my pa would tell you.” The girl’s eyes hardened to obsidian stone. “Oh yeah, my pa, one of the people in the library. Me and you are gonna have to have words about that.”
The Master growled. Reaching out he tried his hypnosis again. “Come here!” he thundered.
* * *
Faith strode towards the vampire, her eyes glazed over. “Did you really think you could best me here when you couldn't below?”
Faith looked up. “Yeah I do actually.” Her knee crashed into the demon’s groin knocking him down to the ground. “Save the hypnosis crap for the tourists.”
As the demon started to his feet, Faith connected with a swinging roundhouse kick that smashed into his face, snapping his head to the side. The demon swiped at her, she pulled away but screamed as his fingernails raked her across the chest. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she ducked an overhand right before smashing an uppercut into his jaw. He countered with a thudding right to the temple that lifted her off her feet and flung her into the wall behind her.
Head swimming, she forced herself to her feet and waited for the on-rushing demon. At the last second she sidestepped the charge, and slammed a heel in the vampire’s left knee but her rival ignored her attack, instead turning to grab her by the neck “You fight well, but you are not my match. Will you laugh when my Hell is on Earth?”
“You want hell?” she grabbed the Master’s thick wrist in her hands. “Go there!” Twisting, she flung the demon through the skylight and to the floor where he was impaled on an upended table, its wooden leg crashing through his heart. In seconds, the demon exploded into dust, leaving only its skeleton behind. Faith watched as the hellmouth monster retreated back underneath the library. She smiled as Giles looked up at her and waved.
* * *
“You’re okay?” Xander looked at her as she sauntered back into the library.
”Thanks to you,” she ran her hand down Xander’s face. “My own personal life-guard.”
Xander grinned. “I’ll give you mouth to mouth any time.”
Giles groaned. “Not while I’m about you won’t. Now I believe there was a dance?”
“What about him?” asked Jenny.
Faith sniggered as she looked at the skeleton. “Leave him. He’s not going anywhere.”