Title: Hot To Cold
Author: Crazy_Girl_Mary
Email: crazy_girl_mary@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: They’re all Joss’ and probably some other people but hey I’m a rebel so I play if I want damn it! Also, the lyrics are Sheryl Crow, and well I can play with them too!
Summary: Faith is finally released from prison and Lilah, suddenly a giving person, sets her up in a beautiful house clear across the country with all the amenities she can stand. The only catch is that Faith has to stay away from Angel, but gripped with immense need she finds him on her front door and tears and tequila ensue. Complete.
Pairings: Faith/Angel… or is it Faith/Angelus?
Category: angst and suspense I suppose.
Spoilers: No real spoilers, I mean I don’t know the eps, and if you know Faith is in jail then you’re pretty much good, if not well then… sorry.
Rating: Some parts are NC-17, and the rest are pretty much boring filler material, no, nonsense, it’s very crucial plot information, (cough) um, which can be totally skipped over to get to the good stuff!
Author’s Comments: I finally have a website! Isn’t that exciting! I know I’m excited and I’ll be even more excited if you email me with your changes and reviews.

Faith dropped her dirty clothes to the closet floor and grabbed some clothes from the far back of the shelf. She didn’t bother changing just headed straight for the office. She locked the door behind her knowing it wouldn’t keep him out but it could substantiate a warning. She shook her wet hair out then quickly pulled on the clothes. She had to hurry. There was no telling what he was doing. She quickly turned on the computer. “Come on… connect… you have to connect.” she mumbled to herself. A warning flashed up on the screen that the weather might disconnect the Internet services at any moment. She exited the caution box and went to the yellow pages listing. She had heard that Giles had opened a magic store. She had to get in touch with someone. Maybe Buffy wasn’t dead at all. Maybe he was just lying. She knew that wasn’t very realistic but she figured the best thing was to have hope however dire the situation.

Faith hurriedly typed the location into the box and came up with a few different numbers. She dialed the first one. It wasn’t Giles’ shop, and nether was the second. She was dialing the third when the Internet disconnected. She tried to remember the rest of the numbers. “Giles?” she asked breathlessly as someone picked up on the other end.

“Yes, who is this?” was the reply on the other line.

“It’s Faith,” she quickly responded, “Is Buffy dead?” she asked. “Angelus is here and I need a um… some kind of ‘get out and stay out’ spell or something, and he told me Buffy was dead, and she’s not dead is she?”

“Calm down Faith,” Giles said, “We need to worry about you right now. Where is A-?”

“Yeah Faith, you only have to worry about yourself now.” The menacing voice was unmistakable. She spun quickly in a circle and surveyed the room. The door was still locked and in place and he wasn’t in the room.

“Hello Rupert,” the voice said. He was on the phone. Shit! Faith listened intently. “Unless you know how to freeze time you don’t have a Slayer’s chance in hell of getting here to safe her in time.” No one spoke. “But you’re a pure hearted hero so of course you can try if you’d like.” Giles didn’t say a word. He wasn’t even breathing on the other end, but Faith was, she was breathing heavily. She slowly walked over to the door.

“What makes you think I need help?” Faith managed to ask with a reasonably stable voice. She put her other ear against the thick oak door but wasn’t surprised when she couldn’t hear anything. He moved soundlessly when he wanted to. She lay down on the soft carpet in push up stance, still holding the phone with one hand and tried to see any movement or shadows through the crack but all she saw was darkness.

“Can you see me?” he asked then laughed evilly. His voice startled her. Where had Giles gone? Faith stood up and watched the door intently. It wiggled in its hinges. She stepped back. She wished her first vamp back in so long didn’t have to be one so powerful and vindictive.

Angelus leaned easily against the office door, “So tell me Faith. When exactly did you know? I mean I thought I was doing a pretty good job acting, an Oscar worthy performance if ever.” He let an unneeded sigh escape his lips, “I mean you are the expect aren’t you. You were thoroughly fooled by Angel pretending to be me. Now I thought I had a pretty good handle on the old sap, what with the crying and all. So what gave me away?”

Faith started rifling through the desk drawers for some sort of weapon to protect herself with. “I think it was the crying actually.” Faith replied struggling to stall. Angelus moved on the door to make it shake a little and startle her again.

She continued, “Only a total loser would come all the way across the country to cry. And Angel wasn’t the biggest loser I know. Nor did he have a shortage of shoulders to cry on.” She pulled out a few pencils and a letter opener. That couldn’t be all that was there. She remembered seeing stakes somewhere.

Angelus laughed again and she could hear him through the phone and just outside the door, “But Faith I didn’t come all this way to cry,” he paused and she kneeled on a pillow and began looking through the meditation table drawers. She found what she was looking for and she tucked it away in her pants. “I came here to screw you,” he was saying. She quickly closed the drawer and stood. “In more ways then one,” he added.

“Well,” she said leaning against the door like she knew he was. She imagined she could feel the coolness of his body. “I’d say I’m good and screwed. No rescue team. No escape route. No hope. You screwed with my mind and I think its crystal clear I got proper fucked in the whole body sense.”

“Nicely put,” he answered laughing, “but you’re a little too compliant for my taste, and there’s a lot more ways to screw you. Luckily, I’m mastered in them all.” Faith grabbed the letter opener from the desk.

“What do you say lover?” he was asking in an almost friendly tone, “you come out quietly and we can make peace.” Faith snorted in reply. “Nah, I didn’t think so. You’re right, it’s much more fun to fight to the death.” She waited moments for what he was going to say next. “So what do you say you come on out, huh?”

She was sick of playing games with him. She put the phone back on its cradle and turned the computer off. Then she went over to the door quietly and swung it open as quickly as she could. She had hoped to catch him off guard but she didn’t catch him at all. She didn’t see him anywhere, or see anything but darkness for that matter. She mentally kicked herself square in the face. She felt like Jodie Foster in Silence of the Lambs, fumbling around in the dark not knowing the girl-suit wearing psycho was standing right in front of her.

Angelus loved it. In fact, for now, he couldn’t ask for anything better. The Slayer was traipsing around in the dark with her hands out before her just waiting to be plucked like ripe fruit from the forbidden tree. He was watching her intently, and could make out her form in the pitch-blackness as if it were a bright and sunny day thankfully without the dangerous UV rays. She had on her old tight black leather pants and a form fitting silky red tank top. She looked like the Faith he remembered. Faith the fearless Slayer, and he supposed that was the impression she was trying to make. It didn’t matter to him. She was just as dangerous in sweats and soaking panties as she was in leather. He wouldn’t forget that.

She suddenly tripped over the place in the floor where carpet turns to hardwood. Her outstretched arms were so close to him and he stepped back at the last moment to avoid her touch. She quickly got up and continued a little faster towards the kitchen. She knew he was there somewhere, watching her fall, enjoying it immensely. She felt on the wall for the kitchen light switch. It took her a few tense moments to find the switch and when she flicked it on she wasn’t really surprised that it didn’t work. He must have hit the power breakers, but when? The phone and computer had worked when she used them. Maybe he just turned off the lights. She didn’t know anything about electricity but remembered Lilah saying that all the lights were on the same circuit. She bumped into the counter. Yes! She had a flashlight she used to get wood late at night in one of the drawers. Now all she had to do was get around the counter and on the other side was the drawer.

Angelus was sitting on the island swinging his feet comically. She had bumped into the counter and was holding onto the counter’s edge to make her way around. One more corner and two feet and she would find him. He waited patiently. She was barely moving along now. She knew, he thought with amazement, she knew he was sitting there. She kept going suddenly and opened the drawer right next to his leg. He saw her reaching for the flashlight. If she found it she would see him and ruin his fun and there was no way he could get up and run away now. He carefully reached into the center of the drawer and grasped the cylinder, and then he pulled it quickly out of the way just as her hands fell on the empty spot it had inhabited. Frustrated she began throwing things to the floor. Placemats, fancy napkins, all around junk, everything but a flashlight crashed to the hardwood with different pitches. She slammed the drawer closed and leaned her elbows on the counter to take her head in her hands. She was so close to him. All he had to do was shift his weight and she would know he was there.

She stood up suddenly alert. She turned around and saw the time blinking on the oven. 4:36 PM. If she had any luck the sun would be outside the windows, the snow melting. She knew better then to try and move them from the floor herself. They were pretty heavy and could only be moved by the remote, which was all the way upstairs. She hated the thought of walking up those steps, not knowing if he was right behind her or ready to push her off. She did know that the curtain opener, like a garage door worked by battery.

She tried to be fully aware of her surroundings as she stumbled through the kitchen towards the stairs. It had been so long since she had slayed, but she still couldn’t believe how unprepared she was. She felt like screaming and running for the front door, anything but staying in the house with the demented adversary who wanted nothing more then to torture her, but she knew she was more likely to survive him then the bitter cold and snow. At least she hoped, because she never was much of a snow bunny. “If I’ve never told you how much I hate you,” Faith mumbled, knowing he would hear her, “I fuckin’ hate you a lot.”

It was a ploy. To try to get him to talk so she would know where he was. Not the cleverest thing he had ever heard. He kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t stupid and he would have plenty of time to tell her just how he felt when she was sprawled on the counter top, or the bed, or the floor, naked, and waiting to die.

She stubbed her bare foot on the bottom of the staircase and accentuated her cry with, “Fuck me!” He smiled, only if she said pretty please. She quickly shook off the small pain and started to carefully crawl up the hard stairs on her hands and knees. She used her left hand to feel along the edge and make sure she didn’t get too close to it. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. It had to be the stupidest thing she could try. It would be almost too easy for him to pull or push her off the steps and she would land hard on the glass coffee table or the couch back or the hardwood kitchen floor. She picked up the pace with these thoughts and almost cried out with happiness as she felt the shaggy carpet of the bedroom floor under her fingers.

She continued to crawl along the floor quickly making her way to the bed. Suddenly she felt his booted foot make contact hard with her stomach. She flew into the air and landed on her back. Pulling in a deep gulp of air she fought off the panic that was beginning to emerge. It was completely dark. He could be anywhere. She straightened her body out quickly and began to roll in the direction of the bed hoping she could take his feet out from under him.

She felt a rush of air as he jumped over her and she stood and lunged in the direction of the bed. She hoped she would land on its softness, she prayed she was heading in the right direction. She landed half on the bed and the hard wood frame slammed into her midsection. She cried out and struggled through the covers for the remote that would open the windows. Her hand hit the hard plastic smoothness of it and she pulled it into her chest as his body collided with hers. His hard chest was pressed against her back and he growled in her ear. She tried to struggle out from under him but he was too heavy and strong. His hand struggled with hers and she finally found the switch with her fingers and set it in motion. The curtains began to soundlessly slip into the corners, and light began to descend on the room. Faith watched the border between light and darkness intently, but when it reached the bed Angelus just continued to smile down at her. The sun had almost set and snow was blocking out most of it. No direct sunlight entered the house.

“That must suck,” he said evilly, still pinning her to the bed. “But I’m happy.” He turned her over roughly underneath him. “Now I can see you even better and you’ll be able to see me as I brutally torture you.” He was so smug and cheery about it, “How’s that sound lover?”

“Just kill me already asshole!” she screamed angrily. He growled again with a smiling face, which soon switched to reveal the demon inside as he lifted her small but strong body from the bed and threw her into the air.

She landed hard and couldn’t stifle the coughs that rose up in her bruised chest. She could feel the cracked ribs coming. They were always a bitch. She tried to stand but got dizzy and fell back down, she rolled on her back to get away from him, but he was ready and kicked her hard in the cheek. She stifled a cry. He sure knew how to hit a woman. He knew how to do anything to a woman.

“Again with the pride!” he screamed angrily kicking her again, “Lose it Faith! I love a screamer! You’ll learn quickly. And if you’re not a screamer, you’re a challenge and I’ll have to try real hard to make you scream.”

She spit a wad of bloody mess out onto the clean white carpet. “Why are you here? Why did you find me?” she asked in an almost annoyed tone. He smiled down at her, and she tried to kick his feet out but he caught her legs and held them tightly.

“I tried to tell you earlier. I came to screw you. I mean screwing Buffy had to be my greatest achievement ever! She was so in love, she initiated it, and then I rose forth and started killing her friends and ruining her life. She was so distraught; I’d never seen a Slayer so weak! I figured it was so much fuckin’ fun why not do it again!” He squeezed her ankles hard trying to pop them and she bucked wildly at his feet. “I knew Buffy got smart the first time and practically wears a chastity belt these days so I figured you’d be the next best thing.”

She stopped trying to get away from him. He dropped her feet and she rolled away and jumped up quickly ready to do battle with him. “There is one other thing, I need a mate and that’s you darlin’. You’ll be craving blood before tomorrow’s sun rises and when Buffy and the groupies come to save you, you’ll be feasting like a pig right next to me!”

She snorted in disgust and went after him. “I see you got all dressed up for me baby!” she said referring to his black boots and ass-hugging leather pants while kicking him in the face, “You shouldn’t have!”

“I’m not the only one who’s dressed up,” he smiled back and grabbed her forearms lifting her up in front of him. He snuck in to swiftly lick the grove between her breasts, “And I must say, we look damn hot in leather together.” As his last word slipped from his lips and she began to struggle he launched her one more time and she went twice as far. She didn’t even flail her arms and legs as she flew over the railing. He seemed to see it in slow motion, her hair swirling around her face, and an almost peaceful gleam in her eyes. She looked exquisite. He heard the thud as she hit the hard wood floor but no cries or screams. He quickly ran for the stairs.

He jumped halfway down them and landed in a run sprinting to the kitchen. He saw her sprawled on her back on the hard floor. One arm looked to be twisted underneath her and he could smell her blood. He leaned down and touched her unmoving face. He knew she was breathing but her breath was shallow. Suddenly her eyes flicked open wildly and the arm that had been behind her swung out quickly in the semidarkness and embedded a stake into his bare chest. He looked down at the wood protruding from him and smiled in satisfaction. She had actually missed the heart by two small inches. He couldn’t believe it. She really was off her game; maybe he wouldn’t change her after all. Maybe he would just wait for the next Slayer to play with.

She tried pathetically to squirm away from him as he pulled the stake from his chest, broke it in half and threw it across the room. He watched her crawl across the kitchen floor, let her think she had a chance to escape and even disappeared.

When Faith landed on the hardwood floor her arm twisted painfully and her ribs cracked. She was thankful it wasn’t a concrete floor though because they were the worst. After she failed to stake him with her bad arm she started to crawl away from him as quickly as she could. She wasn’t sure she could count on her back to stand all the way up and she didn’t know how much she wanted to just be thrown back down on the floorboards again. She didn’t hear him behind her and he didn’t try to kick her over as she crawled. Something was up. He was hiding again, watching her, which made her uneasier because he could jump out anytime he wanted. ‘Fuck him!’ she thought angrily. She hoped he would jump on her ass maybe then she’d be able to stake him.

She tried to move a little quicker, but winced in pain when her heart began to beat faster. She couldn’t afford to be scared now. If her heartbeat quickened any further she feared it would puncture on her broken ribs. She was halfway to the garage door, halfway to semi-safety and she collapsed on the floor. She was going to pass out. She was going to pass out and never wake up. “This really sucks…” was her last thought.

*Switch to first hand accounts and pov’s*

I open my eyes. Fuck! I’m alive. I don’t know yet whether that’s good or not but I’m sure he’ll let me know. My eyes are beginning to adjust to the small amount of light that’s flooding over me. I’m in the kitchen. That’s the roof. So I’m on my back, what else is new? And since that’s the light above the island counter, I must be on the island counter. Oh, isn’t that pleasant?

I try to sit up, to move at all but I can’t. There’s a strap or rope or something over my shoulders, my waist, my wrists, and my feet. It’s cold in here. I’m shivering. My back is pressing against the cool marble counter top, but my ass is covered. At least I’m not totally naked, not yet anyway.

I see movement to my left and turn my head, which is painful because it hurts and I don’t really remember why it hurts because everything it kind of fuzzy, but he’s there, and I still hate him, that I remember.

I’m so glad you’re awake
That you’re not like the others
They’re so straightlaced
No fun

She’s awake, that’s nice, and it’s about time too. I jump from the counter still holding the new bottle of tequila I used to clean her wounds. Tequila isn’t a good alcohol to use to clean wounds really but I like the taste it makes when mixed with her blood and cleaning her wounds was more like snack time. She rolls her eyes as I glare at her with extreme interest and an evil grin on my features.

She still has her panties on, I left them on as a tease I think, maybe a reminder of what she did. She’s so bad. Maybe I’ll make her come in these panties too. I hope so. They’re so hot, black leather, like the discarded pants.

Gosh that’s nice
That lingerie
Make’s me feel like
Oh I don’t know

I come closer to her and she stiffens with fear and embarrassment. It’s not like I haven’t been there before. She’s so strong and pretty and helpless; like Buffy, yet completely not. I know she probably heard so much about me from Buffy and the watchers and the dairies. That excites me so much. She knows what I can and will do to her. What I have done to girls like her in the past. She’s so fucking hot, much hotter then Buffy. Everyone thinks I have a thing for blondes because of Darla, but I didn’t choose Darla as a life mate, she chose me and I chose Dru, who has dark sexy evil hair but unfortunately she went mad and is fun for a while but not the type of girl you can stand to keep around forever. This one, this raven-haired beauty could keep me busy and entertained for a lifetime and then some, I’m sure of it.

You’re a very pretty thing
You remind me of someone
You’ve probably heard
Some awful nasty things about me

I noisily pull a stool over and sit at the counter to enjoy my meal. “Care for a drink love?” I ask. I’m surprised when she nods and licks her lips. Those lips, plush and big and red. They taste like cherries and blood I remember. I could barely associate the taste of cherries since it had been so long since I had actually tasted them. She made me taste. She made me feel.

I take a big swig from the bottle and slowly swallow. She watches me intently. She still feels it. The attraction. Who wouldn’t? We’re perfect for each other and she knows it. Just because it scares her now doesn’t mean it always has, or always will. A few hours and she’ll be begging for me to do the things she read about. And the fact that she doesn’t beg makes it so much better.

I slowly lean the bottle to her lips and some spills down her cheeks. She swallows quickly to keep up and not start to choke. I pull the bottle away when I see she’s had enough. I want her pretty sober for the coming festivities. But I could always use another. It takes a lot to get you buzzed when you’ve been drinking for 250+ years. I pour some on her neck and lick it off. She sighs in disgust and I smile cruelly at her. Then I pour it on her collarbones and it runs down between her exposed breasts and begins to pool in her belly button. I stop pouring and the alcohol is covering her stomach, following the slight lines of her abs and running off on to the counter top. I lean in and suck the alcohol from her belly button first. Using my tongue as much as possible to show her exactly what I can do with it.

To my surprise she stays board stiff. I circle around her naval ring and pull it with my teeth and look up at her smiling. I don’t know if she can see me over her full breasts. Then I continue up and lick all the excess liquid from her hard stomach. Continuing to follow up I run my face and tongue between her breasts for the tequila there then briefly suck each nipple. She involuntarily presses her breasts further into my mouth, which isn’t very far because she’s held down by straps.

What I can do for you
There’s no one else
On God’s green earth can do
Just ask anybody
They’ll tell you that it’s true
There’s no one else on earth
Can do the things I can do for you

I lean down and release her waist. Her shoulders, wrists, and ankles are still held so she won’t go anywhere. I want to know when she feels me, and now she’ll have no choice but to let me know. I’m on top of her again. My knees are pressing against the sides of her hips, my hands next to her face, and my mouth fastened to her neck. We fit together so perfectly. No one else could fit her like I can. No one else could fill her like I can. She knows it’s true. The tequila accents the taste of her fear. It’s so thick in the air I can taste it and it’s almost as rich as her blood. I continue on my course. My lips and tongue move up her neck to her chin and finally I capture her mouth and she doesn’t fight to keep me out but doesn’t kiss mine back. Why won’t she kiss mine as brutally as she did before? I release and look her in the eyes then press my hips into hers. She closed her eyes. That’s good. She still wants me. I’ve known that but now she can’t deny it, and I know she won’t refuse me.

She thinks she’s so tough, but she’s really the perfect victim. No one cares about her. She has no true friends. The only reason the Slutterettes are on their way, if they even are, is to kill me, or to try and save Soul boy, not to save her. She has no friends and no one to believe in her. The only person who ever gave two shits about her is gone and replaced by me. And I care what happens to her. I want her to be mine. She’ll see that and give in. I know it’ll happen.

You’re never gonna make it
All by yourself
You’re gonna need a friend
You’re gonna need my help

He wants me. No one else does. It won’t be that bad. I mean, it’s my worst nightmare, but I won’t be there. A demon will be in my body won’t it? I dare not ask and let him know I’m interested. The way he looks at me. Like he’s never wanted anything so badly. No one has ever looked at me that way. No one has ever wanted me. I won’t feel bad after I give in. After he takes me I’ll become him. He’s perfect. Everyone wants him but no one can have him. He’s hell in a fancy box and wrapped up in sexy paper. He’ll be mine. I’ll have him if I only give in.

I know how he is. He won’t make me until I give in. I have to make myself. Oh, and it’s so easy to give in to him. There was a time when I wanted nothing more then to be at his side. Now he wants me there.

But he’s so bad and mean. I was like that once, but I’m not the same. He’s ready to beat me, to rule me, but I’m no longer that girl who wants to be ruled. Would we be equals? I know the answer. No. But why do I care? I won’t be there. I have to know. I have to ask.




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