Fanfiction: Blood Simple

Faith was enjoying herself. Without anyone’s help, she was learning a lot about the added spice that extended fear could give to the smell of someone’s blood. She’d thought Cordelia smelled pretty tasty when she got in the room. Now, though, after a little battering and some well placed remarks about just how exactly this whole scenario was going to end, the smell was just so rich and exquisite that she could hardly wait to taste it.

And she told her so, just to enjoy that burst of pheromones that flooded from Cordelia’s pores. The little whimper was just an auditory extra. Bonus track.

Cordelia was retreating now, away from this place, into her mind where no one could get to her anymore. She knew now that Angel wasn’t going to get to her in time. And she was almost alright with that. She was going to die here in the dark, with Faith. And it wasn’t supposed to be that way, not at all. But things hadn’t been going Cordie’s way for quite some time now, so she’d learned to adjust. This was just going to be the biggest adjustment ever.

Her eyes slid closed again and she started to retreat to fond memories. High school dances, with her hair done in the salon just that afternoon, and her nails freshly manicured. New dress and shoes from the designer of the moment. Nothing but the best for Cordelia Chase. That’s what her daddy always said. She deserved the best. Cutting edge.

Faith crouched down closer and slapped Cordelia’s cheek, just a tap really, considering the power at her disposal. When she got no response, she tried it again, harder, so that the body on the ground rolled to the side with the force of it. Nothing.

“Now that’s not going to work, Cordelia,” Faith said loudly, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling Cordelia’s face right up to her. “Get back here with me, we have things to talk about.” She punctuated her words with a shake of her hand that finally brought Cordelia’s eyes into focus again.

“Is this any way for Vision Girl to behave in the face of danger?” Faith asked, letting go of the handful of hair and helping pull the other girl into a sitting position against the cold and filthy wall. Cordelia allowed herself to be moved, her body soft and pliable as a rag doll.

“Just do it, Faith,” Cordelia said in a breathy voice. “Just kill me, OK? Because frankly, your psycho act is getting a little dull.If you’re waiting for me to have a vision, you’re wasting your time. The Powers That Be have standards, and apparently you just don’t quite cut it. I’m vision free around you. Thanks. I appreciate the cure.”

“Let me give you one last vision, then, Cordie. That’s what they called you, right - Cordie?” Faith paused and then sat down gracefully, leaned forward until her forehead rested on Cordelia’s. Like a lover, she stroked the once lovely dark hair of the trembling girl. She appeared to have reached the end of whatever game she was playing here.

“Things are going to be so different now,” Faith sighed into the scant space between her lips and the other girl’s bruised and swollen ones. “Things are going to be just wicked.” She finished this with a little kiss upon Cordelia’s unsuspecting mouth, a chaste and cold touching of the flesh and nothing more.

Kiss of death.

Then she took Cordelia’s head in her hands and jerked it once, very fast, very hard. The snap was loud as a crack of lightning in the small dark place.

And Faith was alone.

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