if i'm a suspect, you're a suspect

sabrina the teenage witch

"You sure you wanna do this?" It's not flattering, not the way she says it. Faith's sitting at the edge of a large, concrete grave marker that's meant to look like a roman bench. She's bored with all of this. Supposed to be paying some kind of attention, but instead she's turning the pages of a comic book that looks like it was fished out of a dumpster. "Boy Slayers aren't a thing for a reason, dude. You're just gonna get whanged on, then I'm gonna have to save your ass, and stake the vamp, myself. Might as well just cut out the middle man and let me handle the fight."

The sentence died in his throat as a fucking vampire came out of nowhere and grabbed him from behind. Before Randy could even register the fangs, he was being tackled into the dirt like a bitch, his "secret weapon" status immediately replaced by a muffled, very un-slayer-like yelp of, "Oh god, okay, I’m being whanged on! Faith! Help!"

Randy accepted her hand and the help up. Sure, he had just been saved from certain destruction by a girl but he didn't care. He had zero pride. He hopped when he got up to his feet, meanwhile rubbing the back of his sore neck, "I'm only alive in the sense that I'm not dead. I think there's room to shimmy in there. I wouldn't say I'm strictly alive." he coughed and put his hand up to his neck. Did he get bit or was he just too sensitive? "Hey. I never said graveyards were romantic. I said watching you slay vampires puts me in a romantic mood. Actually, I think I said it puts me in 'the' mood," he corrected as he reached for her hand, "but at this point it's just semantics."

"you'll be fine!" jasper promised, a deep sigh leaving him. he couldn't control what his brother wanted him to do. he couldn't control the SHIT he was put up to. "i just... i don't even know what was in it. i'm sure it's fine. thank you, randy."

"Jas." Randy countered as he sat across from the man and ran his hand back through his hair exasperatedly. He knew his friend was trying to smooth it over but dealing with police he didn't know wasn't how he wanted to spend his Saturday night. Besides, he was more worried than anything. "Level with me, huh? How bad is it? How do you know this guy?"

// Kevin Williamson

FAITH LEHANE | 3.16 – Doppelgangland

"Who is saying that? Listen to me! There are things we have to do in order to survive this. That's the opposite of the thing you just said. There's a killer out with a very specific rule book so I need you to focus!"

“ What the hell are you doing here? ” she demanded from him in a low hiss. “ Didn't you see the police tape? ”

"What the hell am I doing here?" he hurled back as he bent down to pick up his phone. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night, waving a gun around?" Randy examined the phone in his hands. The receiver was cracked and the antenna was bent in a zig-zag. He tried to pull it straight but it wouldn't budge, "Aw, man." he sighed and tucked the phone in his pocket as he looked over at her, "Yeah, I saw it. There's gonna be a lot more of it. The asshole I was just talking to is watching us right now so I suggest we make ourselves scarce."

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Billy narrowed his eyes and a look followed that screamed for Stu to cut that shit out and be more careful. "Please. I can just swipe the money from Dad's wallet. You know he doesn't give a fuck." It's not like Hank even remembered he had a son at the best of times. "But good boy getting the drinks." He said, teasing like he wasn't just threatening him a second ago. If anyone knew how Billy really was it, it was Stu. Though even then there was still stuff he kept buried inside. His attention was taken from Stu to Randy. "You better not ruin the fucking party either." He said, shifting his mood again as he spoke to Randy.

Randy seized up as Stu grabbed his shoulders and muttered, "Why are you guys always giving me a lap dance? I didn't sign up to be the tomatoes in a psycho sandwich." He was too stupid to be scared of them. They seemed to be ignoring him, anyway. Talking right through him like he wasn't even there. Typical! Girls did the same thing but they didn't usually flank him while they were doing it. He glared at Billy through his threat, "I'm not gonna ruin your stupid party. Besides, it's at Stu's. The cops break those things up in a half hour, anyway." He looked over his shoulder at Stu, "Would you get off me?"

It's up a hill, through a Love's parking lot and across a busy 4-lane highway in the dead of night, but they make it. Faith walking through traffic without looking back like the friggin' Terminator, not bothering to wait for Randy because he's actually super not invited. It's not until they're in the waffle house, sitting at a booth close enough to the window that Faith can watch their perimeter without being so close as to be stabbed through the glass, that she takes any time or bother with him. She's stirring her sixth sugar packet into a single cup of bad coffee when she asks, "So, what's your deal, anyway? That whole thing back there didn't even faze you. Doesn't exactly scream innocence."

"I take it you've decided to skip the pleasantries and get right to the accusations. Can you at least tell me your name before you decide I'm the killer and make a citizen's arrest?" he asked sarcastically as he cut into his omelet with a fork, "You tell me your name, I'll answer your questions. If you don't tell me I'm just gonna have to make one up for ya."

OK, so I’ve never cheered before. So what? How about something that actually requires neurons?