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I find Faith in Restfield and as expected she’s playing wack-a-vamp to de-stress post-Angel. I jump up, well kind of biff jumped...anyways, onto the top of a small mausoleum, very popular mode of body storing in this town. I unpack my bag and begin setting up.
It’s a busy night for fledge risings and minions walking about. I notice one sneaking up on Faith, so lob a water ballon at him. The old man vamp starts wailing about, now with one of my stakes I threw at him stuck in his buttcheek. I was aiming for his head.
“What the hell, B?”
Faith says as she punches buttcheek vamp in the face.
“3 points for for cheeks?” I reply. Hmm, yeah. 1 point chest, stomache, and back, 2 for everywhere else, but three for harder spots...like cheeks.
One vamp, two vamps go poof thanks to Faith. She looks up at me with my hands full of water ballon and stake, seeming so befuddled she forgotten to be pissed about Angel leaving. She’s wearing a tight long sleeve shirt and dark jeans, her shoulder length brown waves tied back at her nape with a ponytail.
“Just...what are you doing here? I thought you didn’t do cemetery patrols?” She asks as she climbs up and finds a spot to sit.
“I’m here as your emotional support slayer-sister. I also brought holy water balloons and stakes for Wack-a-Vamp.” I hand her one of the plastics bottles. “One of these will get you drunk, but I ain’t sharing more than that. Giles will kill me if you died by fledge because I got you too drunk.”
Faith shakes her head, “You’re a weird one, B, but I won’t say no to a drink.”
I nod, leaving her be as I hone my senses around us. Giles would be so proud. I sense one coming from the side. I toss my stake but miss, but do piss the girl vamp off. I toss a ballon and get her in the head.
Faith chuckles. “Jesus how drunk are you?” She picks up a stake and nails the girl in the heart.
“Oo, nice, three points.”
Faith scoffs, “No way, four at least.”
I frown, “Noo, I’m too done to be adding higher numbers. Duck that.”
Faith, honest to my god, giggles like a school girl. “Damn, you’re a fun drunk, B. Sensing any more?”
“Yeah, but I know this one. So don’t kill him. You can come out, Oz. We’ll behave.” I yell, his scents of metal, weed, and spice get closer.
My friend doesn’t look good. Like he hasn’t fed in a few days and his eye’s are puffy. “Oz, what’s wrong?”
“My sire...he left, Buffy. I haven’t seen him in months, but I knew he was here you know. But now, I can feel him get farther and farther away.” He explains.
“He, he fucking did what?!” Faith seethes. “It wasn’t bad enough that he gave up on us like the damn sissy loser he is, but he left his own childe behind!”
“It’s worse than that, Oz’s still a fledge. Its instincts, to be with their sire, please them. Well, hop on up, we’re celebrating Captain Forehead’s bastardy with Wack-a-Vamp.” I scoot closer to Faith so Oz can be on my left. He jumps up here with way more grace than I managed.
“No fair, I almost fell off getting up here.” I complain as I take gulp of my drink. This causes them both to snort.
“That’s cause you’re plastered out of your mind, B.” Faith laughs.
I sense two minions coming behind a good distance away. I hand stakes and balloons to them both and point a thumb behind me. I hear a couple screams and two poofs.
“Four points for the both us, B” Faith says a she and Oz twist back around.
I hit her with a water balloon, which just causes her to cackle. I roll my eyes as I take another drink, feeling all cozy inside. I stare at my bottle then at Oz, who 1) needs to feed and 2) I don’t wanna leave him in such a dangerous position. An abandoned Childe is an easy target for other demons.
“Yo, Faith you got a pocket knife?”
“Yeah, hold on its in my back pocket.” Faith fishes it out and tosses it my way. I miss the damn thing but Oz catches it for me.
“I so had that.” I glare at Oz.
He smiles, “Sure, Summers.”
I flick him on the head, well try too. Okay, even I will admit I’m very drunk now. That was just sad. How the hell do you miss a forehead? At least Oz and Faith are cheering up.
“Okayy, Faith have stakes and balloons at the ready. What I’m about to do is going to get some attention, possibly.” I say as I hastily drink a few more gulps of my drink before opening the lid and taking it off.
Faith grabs my hand with the opened pocket knife, “Are you crazy?”
I tilt my head at that one. “Probably. But that is beside the point. Did you know there’s a reason vamps keep teying...trying to kill us despite the fact they’re risking their unlives to do so? It’s cause slayer blood a major boost in power and strength. And Oz here is about to benefit from that.”
Oz shakes his head and softly puts his hand over Faiths. “You don’t need to do that, Buffy.”
I shrug, “I don’t need to, but I wanna. My blood’s powerful, Oz. It will push you out of fledge level, possibly get you pretty close to Master. I’m not leaving you undefended...also it’sa fuck you too Angel. Bonus, you’ll probably get drunk. There a bit of my drink left.”
I brush their hands off and cut inside my hand, letting blood pour into the container. Gotta love slayer healing though, damn thing forcing me reopen the cut for more blood.
I sit here zoning out as Faith jumps down to kill a few vamps my blood attracts. When she hops back up, she takes the knife and cup.
“I’m with B, Ozzy.” Faith says as she repeats what I did.
Oz sits there stunned, his vamp face out.
“Ooh, pretty bumpies. Faith look! His demon just as attractive as the rest of him!” I say, well I might have yelled.
Faith pushes our Bloody Boogie into Oz’s lap as he’s too busy hiding his blush behind his hands. Faith is laughing too hard to help me get more points.
I got one with a stake in the head, I miss two, but manage to hit the three minions with a few wild throws of the balloons.
“God damn it stop moving!” I yell. “They’re ahead in points you fuckers!”
Oz almost spurts his drink out. “Holy shit.” Oz leans against me, laughing silently. But laughing all the same.
“Oh my god, I can’t breathe.” Faith manages to huff out, almost rolling off the roof.
“Faith! Help a sister out, I think I scared them away.” I whine, the three stooges now with more stakes poking out of them and a bit smokey from the holy water are running away from where we’re chilling.
Faith actually rolls off the roof this time.