❛ 𝔏𝔢𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢 .

                        𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂  //  𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂  //  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂  //  𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

sneak peak into a video that i’m working on. just need to find the motivation to finish it.

                  “ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. ”  

“Oh, you’re free to join us if ya want. I’m sure he won’t mind.” she toyed, closing the distance between them. Her fingers walking one by one across his chest, doe eyes locking with his. “I mean unless you can’t handle watching his hands all over me.” she purred, the smirk hinting her move in their everlasting game of emotional chess. Cocking her head to the side the girl smiled a sickly sweet yet sinister smile. A warning almost that she would take it all the way if he didn’t do or say something now.

          “ Hey, kid.” she greeted in passing, balancing a large stack of dusty old books in her arms. Things were rocky between them, but Faith had stopped trying, out of fear of making that rift between them even bigger. “Seen Giles or Will?” she asked, dropping the books down with a huge thud, centuries of age pooling from the covers in the forms of little dust clouds.

       “Eva right?” the slayer asked, kicking her doc martins down from the coffee table in the living room of the boarding house. Doe eyes scanning the girl before her, “I’m Faith, Damon’s friend.” she introduced, happily leaving out the fact that she was an old flame of his. “The slayer.” she clarified further, as if the title meant anything to Eva. “He uh, flew me in from Sunnydale to help find Stefan. Said you might have a new lead on his whereabouts?”

         “Look B, I get it. Your pissed. Xander was just there and I heard no complaints. Not before, during or after, so ya gotta let it go or you and I are gonna have problem.” warned the younger slayer. Doe eyes laced with the irritation from the cold shoulder that Buffy was giving her.

        New Orleans was becoming a ghost town the more the days dragged on. The monsters that went bump in the night now few and far between. It was hell for a slayer, and with no sign of Nik, Kol or Elijah it was just down to the girls to at least try and get along. At the very least bond over something. “So, Marcel? You said you guys had history? Like, the down low kind of history, orrrr?” she chuckled kicking her feet back and forth over the edge of the table.

              Beacon Hills was very much like Sunnydale. It was a small town rife with things that went bump in the night. However the monster’s here were different, vamps were a rare breed, while werewolves ran this town. News of an Alpha pack travelled fast bringing Faith to the quaint little town, ready to put a stop to whatever big, bad and nasty was lurking in the shadows. “Ya know I’m not afraid of you. The big bad wolf.” she taunted her head following the sound of the twigs breaking one by one around her.

        “Blondie, I’m the slayer. It doesn’t matter how old or strong you are I’m designed to kill your kind. The powers that be chose me to rid the world of blah, blah, blah.” she scoffed, rolling her dark eyes. “What ever family drama you have with Nik, it’s your drama. I’m all for sitting on the side lines and watching you kick his ass, but I have no intention of stopping you from doing whatever you want to do.” Faith sighed, she had no family left that she knew of. Nobody to look after her when things got tough, so she couldn’t relate to the blonde’s frustration, but she knew what it was like to be babied. To be kept out of the loop. With a heavy sigh her hands flew out from her sides, shoulder rising with the question on her tongue, “Wanna go grab a beer?”

“Aladdin who?” she questioned, brow raising with confusion as she took the beer from him. Doe eyes momentarily gazing down the neck of it. “The dead gotta rise somewhere, and nine times out of ten, that’s where the undead hang.” she quipped, pulling the beer up to her lips, an instant smile washing over her lips. “It’s either I slay something or I bed something. So I’m down.” she chuckled tossing the amber fluid to the back of her throat, washing down the beer in a matter of seconds. “I mean, I could still do both.” she hinted, her smile turning cheeky as she climbed to her feet.

            Faith couldn’t help the inkling of a smile “Or drunken mistakes.” she scoffed, instant regret came in the form of a hiss, her tongue flicking out to soothe at her cut lip. It was impressive how gentle he was being with her, the attention to detail across each wound while keeping the pain at a minimal, it was a skill very few possessed. “Back in Boston, Prof... Diana. My watcher. She knew a guy. He was a total tool, but he figured out that the deeper the cuts, the harder it was for the Slayer to heal.” her hand reached up to scratch at the back of her neck. Even just mentioning D for a second brought up all kinds of survivors guilt. “Do you got any?" she asked a soft groan leaving her lips, moving a little to help aid him further with her clean up.