Keller vs. Faith, round two.

self-stroking, used, and abused

 

Why am I still talking to the same cunt that called me a coward?

Nothing's been the way I thought, since we got out of prison. I thought, first off, I'll get laid. Then, I'll get drunk. Or maybe drunk, then laid. Either or, I wasn't gonna be picky. Just get me some ass, and get me some liquor.

See, this girl ain't either of them. And she just called me a coward. Why am I still talking to her?

"Did you ever jerk off in front of him?"

Oh. That's right.

She's incredible, in her own right. I just want to hit her.

I could tell her about that once time, when Toby tried to dig his way through the glass surrounding our pod while I jerked off, and how watching him go insane and hot and want me was one of the best memories I've got. But I don't. That's my memory. That's mine, one of the only few memories I've got of Toby where his face is utterly enthralled, and it's just me. All me.

Mine.

I counter her question with a question.

"So, Faith, when you were in her body, did you--"

She knows immediately what I'm asking her. What a whack-job, switching bodies with her rival - oh, that she wants to get in bed to prove that they're the same, by the way - and living her life. Crazy shit.

She tells me, "No. I didn't. But you would have."

God, this girl has my number. The thought of being in Toby's body, touching Toby with his own hands, being able to BE in the action even as I was doing it to him... My eyes close, throat bobs up and down, I'm just sure. A low growl, almost a hum, comes out as I say, "Jerk off? Of course. Just thinking about it's getting me all hot."

She looks at my cock, and it feels her stare even through my jeans. I gotta watch myself around this babe. "Apparently... But then, it fits you."

Come on, Faith. Do better than that. Hit me like I know you can. "You're telling me you never even once, just one little finger reaching out..."

Her face is getting flushed, and mouth's opening; oh yeah, baby. I've got your number too, and I just pressed all your buttons. It's a corny line, but it's completely true.

And you're lying to me, as well.

She leans forward, closing the distance between our bodies just that much more. Impressive, most people back away from me. She smirks. "That's what I'm telling you. Chris."

I'll let it go. I've got better ammunition. "But you slept with her boyfriend."

There's my big guns, my big artillery. It was nothing to get that bitch-whipped soldier boy to tell me All About Faith. It was even easier to get his mistress - and there's a damned feisty girl - to tell me all about her enemy, the other Slayer. The fake Slayer. The one that no one could ever trust.

I drop my bombs carefully. I can tell I've hit something solid because of the look in her eyes.

"I - had to. He would have found out."

Tell me another one, baby. I lean in even closer, examine her face close up. Her breath is warm on my lips, we're that close. That flush on her cheeks is still there. Hell, I bet I'm that bad. I still have Toby on the brain and in the balls, and this bitch isn't picturing me, all moist and naked.

So. Bombs away.

"Uh huh. Did you think about what her face looked like when you got off? You look in the mirror, and think 'Jesus! I never managed to get her to look like that!' " I pause. I let my lips curve up, just a little bit. I detonate. "I bet you did."

Depth charges.

I don't even know why I'm trying to manipulate her. She's not worth anything really. I don't have to manipulate her. She can't get me anything. And it's not like I really want anything, either.

She sucks in her breath, gains her footing, picks up her mask and puts it back on that fucking gorgeous predator's face. She gives me a cruel glare. "You are a seriously fucked-up man. It's sexy, but damn, you're just Charlie Manson turned wannabe Suzie Homemaker, with a bad attitude and a nice ass."

I lean back, go on the retreat a little. Seems I did less damage than I thought - just enough to get her a little bit angry. A little more careful. A lot more hot.

I shrug, say lightly, "I don't try to kill Beech every time our eyes lock in that oh-so-steamy glare, though."

And here's where she fires at me, point blank range, and I don't even see the bullet. I don't know where this cunt gets off telling me my business. And I don't know who the fuck told her my whole fucking history, but whoever it was, I'll be sorely tempted to slit their throat, come sunrise.

She says, "No." And smiles. And continues, "He just tries to kill you."

Saying, I'm not tough enough to take him on. I won't. I don't have the balls. I'm rolling over and baring my throat to Toby, while he's stabbing me in the copy room, in our pod, in every place.

That's what she's saying, right?

Bitch. Motherfucking, sneaky little cunt-faced bitch.

She goes on, each word hitting their mark. "In fact, I've got the perfect birthday present for you. I'm going to make you a nice little button that says, 'I AM NOT NORMAL! I AM A BADASS!' on it. And then you can parade around wearing it, and shout to the world how much worse than normal you are."

I cross my arms over my chest without realizing it, eye her warily. "For your birthday, Faith, I'll let you know what it's like to fuck Buffy Summers."

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn't miss her stride. Girl's tough, to still be in the ring, I'll give her that. "You forget, I've done one better than fucked Buffy Summers. I've been her."

"And you still don't have her in bed."

I turn around, moving to leave the alley. I'm done bitching it out with the queen of bitches, here, and I'm tired of manipulating people for no particular reason.

And I'm really tired of the way she always seems to get things right.

I walk away, and wish that it was still light out. It would make the trip home a lot easier to deal with, especially since she's not going to cover my ass back to the apartment. But, Toby will be there, the English fucker won't be, she won't be. And that's good enough.

She calls after me, "Just give me time, you cocksucker!"

I stick up my middle finger at her without turning around, then I stop in the middle of the street. I turn my head, just enough to see her, and call back, "You call me a cocksucker like it's a bad thing."

She vanishes in a snit, and I'm left to walk home alone. But yeah. I'm growing. And the bitch'll be under my thumb sooner or later.

Just gimme time.

 

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