#drusllas 02

@drusllas gets an Angel & Faith: Daddy Issues inspired starter

Fa​ith was sick and tired of the weight of her heart.

It had been a long time she’d been learning to listen to her heart, to understand her feelings. She’d learned a lot from Angel, who knew the value of a soul differently than someone who had always had one, no matter how damaged hers had gotten along the way. She’d never lost it, even if her path seemed dark and dire. In fact, it had been ignoring her feelings that set her down that bad path in the first place- telling the world she didn’t care about killing a man when, in fact, all she did was care. She cared, and she was so afraid she would never be loved again- not that she was much loved before then.

And then her dad, Pat Lehane, walked back into her life. Sober, sure, but Faith was ‘sober’ on killing people these days too. Didn’t mean she hadn’t, and it didn’t mean she still couldn’t. And not reeking of alcohol didn’t mean a damn thing if he was still sick- a liar, a criminal, a deadbeat to the very core.

He’d called her such nasty things, and usually she wouldn’t care. She’d heard every swear from A to F (a lot of Bs and Cs for her, particularly) from men she’d slept with, friends she’d fought with. But none of them stung as much as coming from her father, who she’d always wanted to care- who she had been told, from a young age, was supposed to love her. Because if he didn’t, then was he really a father?

The Slayer knew Angel had a different relationship with his children- those like Connor and those like Drusilla. A father, a sire, the person to point the blame at for bringing you into this world. It was complex. And he’d had over 200 years of the confusion. How did he manage it all? She had no idea, but she didn’t exactly have the luxury of several centuries to figure it out. Faith felt sick to her stomach and wanted the pain gone. Now. Fast.

“I know you’re here, Drusilla,” Faith called out as she crossed the threshold of a dilapidated building, seemingly empty but somehow there was life in the shadows. It had been transformed into an altar of sorts- not a true church, that wasn’t the vampire’s style. But ever since Angel had caught wind of her in London, they’d been tracking her. She was different. Had a terrifying sense of clarity about her. And Faith wasn’t exactly suicidal, but she was confused, feeling lost and depressed, wanting more than anything to erase the shame of falling for her father’s lies yet again. After all this time.