Title: Keep Me Cold
Author: Crazy_Girl_Mary
Email: crazy_girl_mary@yahoo.com
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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.

Sunnydale, California

The bright sign grew larger by the second and the smile on their faces increased as rapidly. “Sunnydale,” Angelus growled as they flew past the sign and into the heart of the town. Faith was close by his side one hand playing in his hair and the other running playfully along the closure of his shirt.

“Good to be back,” she said with a smile. “Although, it will be even better to leave knowing we’ve caused some good hard destruction.” Her mate’s smile showed his agreement. He leaned his head back and stared up at the sky, the town reeked of death, and the Slayer… Buffy. He didn’t need to watch the road, he could feel it beneath him because of his acute senses, but it didn’t matter either way, the roads were virtually deserted, and the only cars they saw were in a hurry to leave.

He turned to face her, “Yeah... hard destruction,” he mumbled lightly before nipping forward and capturing her lips in a painfully pleasurable kiss. She pulled away smiling and curled her head up in his lap and he ran his fingers through her soft wind-whipped hair. When the car came to a stop she sat up eagerly. Her expression soured at the sight of the empty motel parking lot.

“What?” he asked getting out of his ‘new’ 2003 black Mustang convertible and putting the keys in his pocket. “Did you think we would pull up in front of the bitch’s house ‘a whipping and a whopping’?” he asked walking to the trunk to dislodge their humble belongings.

Faith got out. “Well, yeah, I guess I did,” she said angrily. “I should have known you’d want to play first! You always want to play! It’s never cut and dry, never good-old-fashioned-mass-murder with you!”

He eyed her cautiously, but she didn’t care who was around or who heard them. They were untouchable. “Babe,” he said after a sigh, “shut the fuck up and come inside. You need some sleep.”

“Shut the fuck up?” Faith asked angrily. “You think I was made so you can shout orders? Am I… a little toy you like to play with, and that’s all?” She walked over to grab her bag from him but the smile on his face had long since faded and his grip on the bag was rock hard. “Fuck it!” she shouted. “I’m out of this shithole town! You wanna fuck with Buffy and the gang fine by me!” She grabbed her jean jacket out of the back seat of the car and stormed off sticking her thumb out at the first passing car heading out of town. He watched it stop and a young man stick his head out, vampire, he could smell the blood all over the man and the car. “Where to beautiful?” he asked.

“Out of this hellhole,” she said flirtatiously hoping in.

Angelus watched the car speed off, his hands shaking with fury, the desire to chase the car down and beat them both senseless almost unavoidable. After a moment of gathering his bearings he mustered a pleasant smile and went into the manager’s office to acquire a room.

Willow shuddered. It worked! It had actually worked. She looked at the woman before her; previously a strong, powerful force to be reckoned with, now only a statue. She was curious, but also frightened. She reached out and ran her hand lightly down the pale arm looking for reactions. There were none. Next she lightly grabbed the hand and lifted it in the air. It stayed where it was put, but the body was still as motionless as before.

“Okay, okay, it worked, that’s enough,” she said quickly before muttering the reverse incantation and releasing Buffy from her frozen state.

For a moment Willow thought she had messed up somewhere because Buffy remained still and then she smiled. “Good job Will,” she said lightly, “That was positively terrifying.”

“Oh great!” Willow said guiltily, “I get to be the evil witch today.” She still wasn’t sure how long it would last and if she could use it on supernatural entities or invincible hell spawns.

“That’s right,” Buffy said, “We’re going patrolling and you’re going to try that on everything we come into contact with.”

Buffy figured it was safer to just bring everyone with her on patrol then leave anyone home and unprotected. Andrew was ecstatic about this seeing as how he was never aloud to go anywhere. He kept video taping everything and Buffy quickly regretted not leaving him home alone to die.

Her and Willow lead the potentials into the third graveyard, and the group was followed by Xander, Anya, and Spike. The town was pretty much deserted; even the vampires were in a rush to get out before the big baddie showed. Then she felt it, that tingle on the back of her neck that muttered danger. It used to scream but she had stopped listening to it for so long it didn’t know how to grab her attention as well as it had.

She put her arm out to stop the others and looked briefly behind her to see Spike searching the tree line for the source of tonight’s evil vibes. She nodded to him and moved forward motioning harshly for Kennedy to stay back when the girl tried to follow. That’s when she was taken by surprise. The vampire jumped out from behind a mausoleum and ran at Buffy with lightening speed. She felt the ground under her back for a second and then it was gone and she was back on her feet. The enemy had a strong leg wrapped around Buffy’s rendering them useless and she had pulled Buffy’s head back by her hair baring her neck. No one had even moved. The hand was closed around her throat so tightly she thought she might actually die… again. She felt the crossbow drop from her limp hand as the black and red spots before her eyes grew larger.

Then, suddenly she was released. She felt strong hands catch her and pull her close. Spike, he had saved her, and deep down inside she hated him for it. “Shit B, I thought you were a vamp!” she heard the familiar voice exclaim from somewhere in the darkness. Soon the face that matched the voice came into focus.

“It was damn easy to take you down girl, are you sure you aren’t losing your touch?” Faith asked with a smile. Spike and Buffy glared at her. “Guess not,” she mumbled, her smile fading. She looked over at the astonished group of girls. “You guys doing a summer camp thing now or what?” she asked, this time addressing Willow and Xander.

“Not exactly,” Willow said. None of them looked too happy to see Faith, and Buffy was sure it was because they remembered what had happened any other time Faith was around, Buffy knew she did, she couldn’t avoid it.

Andrew was creeping way too close to Faith with the camera and she frowned and pushed him roughly away from her. Frightened he backed off and Faith smiled and directed her attention back to Buffy who wasn’t so thrilled to have it. “So… sorry I’m late, it took a few weeks for news to reach me out in the middle of nowhere.”

“News?” Willow asked.

“Well, actual News, as in Action News… Channel Six… big special report on a strange unorganized evacuation of a small once-peaceful California suburb.” Her voice mocked the news broadcaster.

“Once peaceful?” Buffy asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Faith said with a smile, “He’s obviously never been to scenic little Sunnyhell.”

A sudden cough interrupted their conversation. Buffy and Faith looked over to see the group of girls staring at them with confusion covering their still childish faces. Dawn had her arms wrapped before her and an expression of intense hatred marked on her face. “This is Faith girls,” Buffy said slowly, “She’s a Slayer too.” ***

The looks of confusion deepened. Buffy sighed, not really eager to explain. “It’s late and I don’t think we’ll run into any trouble tonight,” she said looking around the deserted woods. She motioned for the girls to turn around and go back and none of them objected to trading in the cold dark woods for the warm living room even though neither was safe.

They walked back in quiet, occasionally looking at another of the group to gage their results. Faith and Buffy exchanged awkward glances and Spike eyes the Slayer cautiously. There was something about her he couldn’t place, all he knew was that she was good now and if Buffy trusted her then he did too. He excused the evil in her scent as lingering. He knew the story of what had happened between her and Angelus, Dawn had filled him in, but he thought that what they had shared must have been strong because he still smelled Angelus on her.

Faith stared up from the sidewalk as the girls all filed quickly into the home. “Do you want to talk?” Buffy asked slowly.

“Well I don’t want to rehash if that’s what you mean, you know me B, I’m not rehash-and-cry-about-it girl,” Faith answered.

Buffy smiled, “Good.”

“But I do kinda wanna know what’s going on with the babysitter’s club,” Faith said gesturing towards the door.

Buffy smiled, “They’re potential Slayer’s, Faith. When I die, one of them will likely be chosen to become Slayer.”

“Whoa,” Faith said. Her and Buffy had sat down on the curb in front of the house. “…Don’t you mean if you die?” she asked.

Buffy’s face was solemn. “Something big is coming, the biggest really.” She stood up and brushed the back of her pants off, “Come on inside and I’ll fill you in over a bowl of ice cream… that’s assuming there’s any left in the fridge.”

Faith stood and Buffy really took her in this time. She looked… great; the best Buffy had seen her in a while. She was clean, and she had on a pair of tight black leather pants and a nice sheer top with a lace bra very visible underneath. She had a black jacket on over that. It fell to the back of her knees and flowed after her wherever she went, it was lightweight leather matching the pants. Her heeled leather boots were sexier and more mature then anything she had worn in the past. Her long dark locks were surprisingly up in a sloppy bun and it made her pretty face more visible.

Aside from this she looked the happiest Buffy had ever seen her. She looked from Buffy to the door like she couldn’t believe that Buffy was actually inviting her in after their troubled history. Didn’t she realize that Buffy cared? She had come all the way across the country to save her and Faith still didn’t realize that Buffy loved her? Sometimes Buffy hated to admit it to herself, and she would never admit it to anyone else but it was true and it always had been. Even when Faith was troubled and she had been so angry with her she had wanted to kill her she still felt like she was turning her back against her troubled sister in her time of need and when Faith had needed her again she didn’t make the same mistake… even when Angel was involved. But now he was gone, and that was just another pain to associate to Faith’s dark face and Buffy hated herself for doing so.

She pulled her eyes away from Faith’s brown ones so reminiscent of Angel and walked slowly up to the door listening to the light click of the heels behind her. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said lightly knowing that it was what Faith needed to hear, and knowing that in the back of her mind she was glad and that she feared she couldn’t defeat this coming demon without her.

Faith almost skipped as she walked through the late night streets alone. Fifteen minutes and she had gotten an invite into the Slayer’s home, and she had even been asked to stay the night but she had declined. She had a nice warm hotel bed waiting for her, after all. She saw a young man walking the streets ahead of her humming to himself, either unafraid or oblivious to the danger. She sped up and called out to him, “hey handsome.”

He stopped and slowly gracefully pivoted around to look her over, “hey.” He had short blond curly hair atop a boyish face. His pouty lips screamed sexuality though, and his height, well over six feet proved he was older. Then there was his attire, black slacks and a tight black tee shirt under a black trench coat. “What are you doing out at such an hour, don’t you know it’s dangerous in this town?” she asked.

“I hope so,” he said smiling, “I came looking for danger, and to loot of course, but I think I can play with danger before I continue with my pillaging.”

Faith smiled and walked up to him. She grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled his body up against hers roughly, “pillage this cowboy,” she said huskily before leading him into the tree line.




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