Title: Keep Me Cold
Author: Crazy_Girl_Mary
Email: crazy_girl_mary@yahoo.com
Feedback: It's a beautiful thing! So email me already damnit!
Disclaimer: They’re all Joss’ and probably some other people but hey I’m a rebel so I play if I want damn it!
Summary: Sequel to Hot to Cold. Faith has turned against the Scoobies and after giving into Angelus he made her a vampire. They obtained the list of Potential Slayers and slaughter will begin but sooner or later they'll end up in Sunnydale. This fic coincides with The First problem on Buffy so I guess it's an Alternate Universe. Uncomplete! I'll be posting new sections as I write them.
Pairings: Faith/Angelus so far.
Category: angst and suspense I suppose.
Spoilers: Spoilers for the episodes where The First is in Sunnydale. No Angel spoilers. Sorry people I don't know the episodes so just read it.
Rating: NC-17 for graphic torture and sexuality.
Author’s Comments: Hey guys! Check me out! I'm so on top of that request for the sequel! This fic is dedicated to Jezzie who supported me, and told me the things I needed to hear and pushed me to make a sequel. I’m having a ball writing it and I don’t know that I would’ve without her requests. Also thank you for all the feedback and requests. When people email me and tell me how I really can grasp the character of Angelus or describe the way his eyes roam over a tortured body makes me feel like I might just be doing this right and I may just have a grip on this whole writing thing. Also thanks in advance to anyone who may feel the urge to email me because I suck. Please do! I love it. I wanna know why I suck or what sucks.

Puerto Rico


She walked through the streets like she owned them and everything touching them and that was the first clue that told the couple watching her she was the girl they were looking for. The second clue involved the smashing in of a car window and the girl’s hasty retreat. She was ballsy and untouchable and Angelus wanted to touch. He wanted to touch them all. He turned the key in the ignition and pivoted the rental car around to follow her. The streets were coated with thick smog that swam in his eyes and tried to suck out the moisture. Angelus was oblivious to the nagging fog as his eyes roamed from the two lights in the haze before him to the slim undressed legs of his mate.

Her eyes watched her prey intently and she rarely broke focus to glance at his face and kiss his smooth shoulder. When the red brake lights flashed and the car pulled onto an abandoned dirt road Angelus didn’t worry about following too close. It didn’t matter if the girl knew she was being followed, it didn’t matter at all. Faith’s arms wrapped tightly around his bicep and a big predatory smile covered her lips. This was her favorite part too, the hunt, it always made the kill much more satisfying.

This went beyond killing for survival, or even killing for sport, this was killing because you were made for it and everything about your body and mind made only to aid you in that. He stopped the car behind hers after a while and realized they had stopped nearby an abandoned warehouse. They had followed her here the night before. It was where she lived and if she got inside quick enough they would need an invitation to enter.

He gave Faith a rough kiss before jumping out of the car to approach the girl’s car. He could see her sitting in the driver’s seat. She was looking straight ahead and if that was the case she couldn’t see him in her mirrors. She would know he was a vampire. The driver’s side door pushed slowly open seemingly at it’s own accord and a thin bare female leg ending in a beaten combat boot and starting in a pair of extra short cutoff jean shorts materialized.

“Oh yeah, come out and play sweetheart,” he said lightly. He knew he could be at her side and feasting in seconds but he wanted to make it worth it.

The girl pivoted out of the vehicle to face him in one smooth fluid motion while slamming the door behind her, “The name is Lily,” she answered holding up a crossbow, “and playing is just what I intend to do.”

She wasn’t a Slayer, only pretending to have the skills one possesses. No doubt she had been well trained but he knew he could take her. It was only for a sense of some respect of her kind that he would allow her to play at all. He smiled and felt Faith’s hands slide up his right arm. “Can I have her?” his mate asked lightly in his ear.

The girl’s attention turned from Angelus to Faith. “Absolutely,” he answered with a smile and watched his dark Slayer take off towards the girl. Lily didn’t stumble in her retreat. She had been prepared to run and she was also prepared for the tackle when it claimed her. She wriggled and fought like crazy to get out from under Faith and was barely able to do so. When she stood Faith was jumping up behind her with a smile at happiness to continue the chase. He saw with amusement and pride that she had a lust for the chase just as much as he did.

This time though, Faith let the girl play too much and she was just short of grabbing her by the hair when the girl entered the front door of the warehouse. Faith’s body slammed into the invisible barrier and he was close behind her when she turned in embarrassed and angry defeat. Angelus only smiled at her. She had had her chance now it was his turn to play.

The girl stood just inside the door and shot an arrow from the crossbow out with very accurate aim that he was sure would have hit Faith square in the heart had she not moved in anticipation. They side stepped out of direct view and smiled cunningly at each other. “Don’t suppose you’d like to give up?” he called in.

The girl laughed in reply. “Don’t suppose you’d like to hang out until the sun rises?” she retorted after her laughter.

“There’s still a few long hours before the sun doll, does that mean you’d like to have us around for a while?” he asked.

He felt an arrow whiz past his shoulder to approximate her reply. “Oh! I love a fighter! Don’t you baby?” he asked his partner.

“My favorite,” she said winking his way. She looked beautiful in the hot night. Her skin was cool and dry and it seemed to absorb the moonlight like the surface of a black pond. She had a pair of leather hot pants and a black halter-top with black boots. Her hair was flowing in the light breeze. Her face was imprinted in his mind and it was a good thing because even two feet apart the fog slightly impaired those small details from his view.

“You might as well leave!” she shouted, “I’m not coming out!”

Angelus could hear that her voice was coming from upstairs. Her apartment was upstairs. She went up to make herself comfortable. She was planning to stay in the whole night and she knew they couldn’t wait outside forever: stupid, childish, naive girl. Angelus grinned at Faith. “Come out cupcake or we’ll make you come out!” he shouted back up to her. Her face emerged from the window and she had the nerve to smile triumphantly down at them before raining a clear liquid down on them through the fog.

Angelus heard the sizzling of his own skin before he realized that the drops that splashed his face and bear chest were holy water. He heard Faith moaning next to him. She had not yet come into contact with the painful liquid but she was tough one, she got off on the pain. He would have to remember she had enjoyed it. “There’s more where that came from!” she said, “So beat it and try again tomorrow!”

“Awfully arrogant of you don’t you think?” he asked. “Young people often forget to consider all the possible outcomes before running their mouths. How does it feel to be predictable kitten?”

“I wouldn’t know!” the girl shot back and that lame reply made Angelus laugh. This girl might as well be talking to a bully on the playground. She had the look and the body well that was perfect. She could probably walk the walk but talking the talk was just as important to him and she was certainly lacking there.

“All this useless one way banter is making me tired,” Faith said with a yawn.

Angelus grinned and got his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one and then used it to light another, which he put between Faith’s lips. She smiled and inhaled the smoke. He stepped back a little to look up at the girl’s shadow behind her drawn curtain. She was getting undressed, so confident and unknowing. It was perfect to shatter. “I wouldn’t get so comfortable love!” he called up and watched her shadow draw back to the window.

She pulled the curtain aside naked from the waist up and unashamed. “You’re not me,” she answered back flicking the light switch out. It really was getting ridiculous. He had heard better comebacks from lawyers and animals and everything in between. But she was pretty to look at. He pulled his cigarette from his lips and looked at the glowing tip. Then he walked back to the car and took out a black tee shirt he had been wearing. He found a gas can in the car she had stolen and he came back to Faith, who knew what he was planning to do. She clasped her hands in hungry delight and watched intently as he doused the tee shirt in gas and threw it up inside the window. Then he took the two cigarettes and they quickly followed. The room lit up after a few moments but he knew it wasn’t from a light but the fire.

“The can is coming up next doll!” he screamed. He heard a cough in reply, “I suggest you get out while you have legs to walk on!” He tossed the can up and heard it land among the already flourishing flames. After a few minutes there was an explosion that sent flames out the window but the windows in the back of the upstairs were still only housing shadows of nearby flames and the downstairs seemed untouched because of the concrete shell.

Angelus took Faith’s hand and went over to the car their prey had stolen and sat on the hood. He pulled her up into his lap to watch the front door. Although it was a big building it was the only working door. The one in the back was chained up from the outside. The windows downstairs were all facing them too so all there was left to do was to wait for her to come crawling out lungs full of smoke, half alive, and then they would have their chance to make her wish she hadn’t.

Buffy watched as the girls trained with Kennedy. They were still coming. She had never really given thought to the fact that there had been so many other girls in the running to be the Chosen One, the Slayer and she just happened to get picked. She hated to think that it was as chance as the roll of a dice that her life was completely changed over so many other girls. She knew there was nothing she could do about it now. She was the Slayer, and odds were that would be her burden for as long as she could bear it. Lord knew there was no one willing to take it off of her shoulders. Faith certainly hadn’t been up for the job and since then she had given up hope.

“Again!” Kennedy screamed at the girls and they started their routine again. They looked like dancers, all synchronized and moving as one but she doubted it would help. Hell was coming to earth to claim them all and they might as well have been just like all the other girls in the world. Buffy turned away ashamed at her own pessimism and went back into the house. She followed the steps down to the basement where Spike was pacing back and forth before Andrew’s camera.

“I’m going on patrol,” she said. Spike looked hopeful at the opportunity to escape the house full of girls and the intrusive camera but her face and words crushed his hopes quickly. “Stay here and keep an eye on the girls.”

She made her way into the graveyard and walked among the gravestones. Apocalypses usually drew all sorts of demons and freaks in general to the hellmouth and this time was no different but she hadn’t been seeing as much action as she was used to even on a regular night in Sunnydale. She dusted two young vampires quickly. Then she made a quick round through the Bronze but the place wasn’t as happening as it used to be and there were barely any people there, let alone vampires. After that she made one last stop at the high school were there always seemed to be action brewing but she didn’t find any so she reluctantly turned back to the house.

On her walk back she couldn’t help but consider where Faith was and if she should call her for help. She knew it could only help, or at least she thought it could only help, but she didn’t think she was ready for that yet. It had taken the possible end of the world to shake the thoughts of Angelus and Angel from her mind but they floated to the surface every now and then to shake things around a bit. Angel always knew what to do and he always saved the day. He just always did, it was the only way he knew. Spike was a weak replacement and she had a funny feeling about Robin Wood.

She stepped up to the front door and could already hear the yelling inside. The voices of shrill teenage girls and even shriller Andrew fighting over a sleeping bag. She braced herself and flung the door open. She expected shocked silence but she didn’t even shake them from their bickering for a moment. She sighed and just passed them and went right up the stairs to bed. She nodded to Spike on the way and once inside her bedroom she slumped down on the bed without changing her clothes. All she wanted was a good night’s sleep, and she needed it too. She could change her clothes tomorrow she thought with inner laughter as she lifted a heavy arm to flick the bedside light off. “Mmm darkness…”