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Summary: Collection of my drabbles/ficlets. Some of them are for the FFA, some of them not. Multiple Crossings/Pairings ... some non-BtVS crossings.

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFAEmmyFR152015,81801812,83629 Jan 0521 Apr 07Yes

Twisting Paths, Winding Tales

Title: Introductions

Author: Emmy (emmy7792@aol.com)

Fandoms: BtVS/Blade

Characters: Faith/Blade

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this drabble. No copyright infringement is intended.

Distribution: Emerald Illusions, TtH, Fic For All.

Summary: Faith and Blade meet.

Feedback would be lovely.

A/N: Written for Twisting the Hellmouth's Fic for All. Faith and Blade. About 500 words

Enjoy!

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The vampires lay dead at their feet, piles of dust and ash, and Faith rolled her neck from side to side, enjoying the popping sound it made as the tension was released. She looked across the room at her unofficial partner for the evening and tilted her head in greeting. "You have got some mega wicked toys there, bro."

"I am not your bro."

Faith held up her hands. "Meant no offense. Quite the opposite, actually. You kill vamps good."

He said nothing, just sheathed his sword and turned to walk away. Faith moved quickly, turning his body and pinning him against the wall before he could get more than three steps away from her. "Tell me why I should let you walk out of here."

"I killed them and left you alive."

"That is true. But my senses are all up on you man. You are one of them. Or ... not. I don't know what you are."

"I'm different."

Faith eased up on her grip and backed off, but he didn't move. Her stake was still in plain sight and she knew he was smart enough to know she'd use it in a heartbeat. He'd seen her work. "I know a couple other vamps who call themselves different. They got themselves saddled with souls and fight the good fight. You got yourself a soul?"

The man shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe. Maybe not. Never really thought about it long."

"What are you?"

"I'm me."

Faith's laughter filled the room. "Yeah. I get that. Believe me, I get that."

"You gonna put away that wood?"

She looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "You kill people?"

"Only when they deserve it."

"That's a really twisted answer."

"Suppose so."

Slowly, Faith slipped the stake into her jacket sleeve, back into it's resting place. She held out her hand. "I'm Faith."

The man she could only assume was a vampire because he wouldn't tell her what he really was, pushed himself off the wall and accepted her gesture. "Blade."

"Blade?"

"Yep."

"Wicked."

"According to some."

The sound of sirens filled the air and Faith stiffened. She was still a wanted felon and the law made her jumpy. Blade, too, apparently, did not like the idea of company because he pulled his hand away and moved steadily toward the door. "Come on," he called over his shoulder.

Faith didn't argue, she just followed. She didn't know where they were going, but somehow she just knew she'd be safe with him. He felt like a vamp ... true. But, he also felt kinda ... human.

She wanted to know what he was. Who he was. And why he had such a hard on to kill vamps. 'Cause that was some action she could get behind.
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