Title: Blind Faith
Author: Cotti ([email protected])
Rating: PG-14 (character death)
Summary: Willow works a little magick and gets a new toy to play with…
Disclaimer: I’m not playing for keeps, they’re on loan from Joss, since
I won a poker game and he was outta cash. (yeah, I a damned liar, but
so
what?)
Dedication: For Ali, because she told me to bring *her* back, and
because she’s just cool.
Note: this is in an alternate timeline, so bear with me and maybe I’ll
explain it as I go along…

Blind Faith
Prologue

Willow stood over the newly turned earth of the grave. She sat down
before the headstone and cleared her throat, speaking, slow and even,
focusing on the name on the stone.
“I summon thee, spirit of the dead, return to the land living, leave
your place among the dead a rejoin the world as one of the undead. I
call you with my blood, that which flowed through your veins moments
too
late. I am she that lives and was dead, I summon thee to serve and obey
as I see fit.”
Three figures watched from the shadows separately, none aware of
anything save the redhead and the task she was bent on achieving. Three
sets of eyes widened as the earth shifted and churned beneath the
master
vampiress, a hand shot up and clawed at the new earth. Willow smiled
and
grasped the hand, tugging the woman through the soil.
Two sets of golden eyes met, two demonic smiles spread across two
demonic visages of two black hearted women.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me go,” the dark hared woman smiled, her voice
clean and sweetly cool.
“And pass up the chance of lifetime?” Willow smiled, her demon basking
in the contradictory creature before her, “I wouldn’t want to let
legend
pass me by. Siring the only Slayer ever to be turned is a great honor.”
She moved away from the headstone, her childe in tow.
“Should be fun too,” the fledgling laughed, walking next to her sire,
their fingers entwined, the moonlight casting shadows across both their
faces.
The first set of eyes belonged to Spike, who watched from the shadows
as
the two women strolled out of the cemetery, the moonlight enhancing his
childe’s beauty, while it cast an evil glow over the former Slayer’s
face. He smiled as his Willow led the dark woman back towards their
mansion. He took a shortcut to get there first, eagerly awaiting his
childe’s explanation.
The second set of eyes belonged to Angel, or, more correctly, Angelus.
He glared at the two women as they walked, his mind spinning as to how
he could kill one and take the other. He moved silently in the dark
seclusion of the shadows, following them as soundlessly as a breath of
air.
The third and final pair of eyes belonged to Buffy, hatred filling her
heart, two friends-turned-enemies waltzed joyfully through the streets
of Sunnydale, planning her extermination. She too followed them, though
not quite as silently as her former lover had, nor quite as
inconspicuously.
The two demons had slowed their pace, detecting the slayer’s presence.
As the half-wit blonde attempted to attack them, she was faced with
two,
beautiful visions of fury. Willow’s arm snaked out and grasped the
slayer’s throat in a stranglehold before the blonde knew what was
happening.
“She’s no fun,” the redhead stated unemotionally, tightening her grip.
Her dark hared childe looked up hopefully.
“Will you share her?” she asked brightly.
“But of course,” the vampiress replied, her fangs sinking into the
slayer’s throat and taking a long draught before extracting them and
handing the weak, but still conscious slayer to her newborn childe.
“Nothing but the best for my dark princess,” she smiled as a snarl
escaped the dark woman’s lips, drinking deeply from her former friend.
The last word to leave the slayer’s dying lips, before she sank to the
ground in a pathetic heap, was the name of the woman drinking hungrily
at her throat.
“Faith…”
The dark vampire straightened, turning to her mistress.
“I thought Slayer’s were supposed to taste good,” she muttered, making
a
face as her human visage returned and she took her sire’s outstretched
hand.
“That one expired a long time ago, my love,” the vampiress laughed, “a
long time ago.” The sound died in the night’s silence, and all that
remained in the glowing halo of the street lamp was the crumpled form
of
the slayer, her blonde hair splayed out around her, her unseeing eyes
staring up at the cold, mocking moon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blind Faith
Part 1

Willow sauntered into the lair, Faith at her heels, both carrying the
same air of authority. Spike walked out of his room and watched them
from the upper level.
“Well, well, well, if my little girl hasn’t gotten herself into trouble
again? What the hell were you thinking turning a slayer, pet?” he asked,
amused. Faith growled angrily. “Don’t you growl at me, fledgling!”
“Stop!” Willow growled, golden eyes flashing. “She’s my toy, you touch
her and I’ll kill you!” she snarled at Spike. “And toy, you play nice
with Spikey, he’s my daddy and if anyone gets to kill him, ever, it’ll
be me,” she said to Faith. The fledgling glared at the peroxide vamp who
glared back from the second floor banister. Both nodded, fully aware
that the redhead had the both wrapped tightly around her agile little
fingers.
“You know they’re always so self-righteous when they’re turned,” Spike
grumbled, leaping over the banister to join to two.
“She couldn’t be worse than you, sugar daddy,” she grinned, taking him
in her arms and capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. He growled and
deepened the kiss. Willow pulled back at Faith’s defensive growl. She
turned in the direction of the new vampire to see a blonde woman
standing in the entryway.
“Who the hell are you?” Willow demanded. A blonde man came up behind her
and snaked an arm around her trim waist.
“Name’s Kathryn,” she said in a slightly Parisian accent. “This is
Ryan,” she motioned to the blonde man behind her. Willow looked at the
stake in her hand and glared at her.
“New slayer?” she asked harshly.
“New slayer,” she replied, unmoving. “I want to make a deal with you…”
she looked from Spike to Willow to Faith.
“Come in,” Faith said, trying to remember when she’d seen the pair
before. They acted very much like vampires, not like a slayer and her
lover.
“What kind of deal?” Spike asked suspiciously.
“You help us burn Sunnydale to the ground, and we don’t take you down
with it,” Kathryn said, looking at Ryan, who tightened his hold on her
waist.
“Why do you want to see Sunnydale in ashes?” Spike asked again, looking
that pair up and down. They reminded him of another overzealous pair,
cocky, ready to go up against Slutty, the vampire slayer.
“A message to the council,” the slayer replied, simply. “They sent us to
this godforsaken hell hole, and expect us to protect it,” she laughed,
“they wanted to disband us before Faith died. They couldn’t train
another soon enough, so they sent us.”
“She’s the best they’ve trained,” Ryan said, his chin on her shoulder.
“Wait, you’re her watcher?” Willow asked, surprised. Ryan nodded.
“That’s why they wanted to disband us. Watcher Slayer affairs are
against protocol,” Kathryn mimicked a hoity-toity British accent.
“It’s their fault, they gave the most gorgeous slayer to their youngest
watcher,” Ryan grinned, pressing his mouth to her neck, the slayer
leaned back in the watcher’s arms and smiled.
“Lucky you,” Kathryn grinned, looking over at the vampires who were
looking at them surprised.
“What?” the blonde watcher asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve never heard of a Watcher Slayer affair before,” Willow said
softly, wondering at the two.
“Oh please, training together, slaying together, it all leads to
sleeping together,” Ryan stated coolly, “there have been others, never
lasted, all disbanded quietly without any fuss.”
“And anyway, slaying always gets me hungry and horny,” Kathryn said,
grinning broadly.
“Happens to all slayers,” Faith grinned back knowingly, “’cept B, she
was strange.”
“I’m so sick of hearing about that ridiculous slayer. She ought to have
been killed long ago, that stupid poof of a vampire should have let well
enough alone and let her die when the master killed her,” the new slayer
frowned.
“How do you know so much about B?” Faith asked surprised.
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” she shrugged in
response.
“You considered your predecessor you enemy?”
“Didn’t you?” Faith nodded at this, and looked to Willow and Spike.
“I like them. Plus, Sunnydale sucks anyway,” she said.
“I like the chit,” Spike grinned looking her over, she was well built,
average height, rich platinum blonde hair, full breasts and rounded
hips, a trim stomach and strong legs. Her eyes were a piercing blue,
much like those of her lover’s, her lips full and red, her skin pale and
creamy, her dainty nose slightly turned up. Willow noticed the look and
frowned.
“I don’t,” she said decidedly.
“I say we help them,” Faith said, “I want to have some fun!”
“Well, it’s up to you Red,” Spike said, turning to Willow.
“No,” she said, scowling at the two blondes before looking at her own
blonde. “I don’t like slayers, at least when they’re alive,” she
snarled.
“Well, if the little redhead says no, then I guess we’ll have to have a
little fun with them too, won’t we?” she grinned up at her watcher.
“Ready for fun?” she asked.
“Bring it on, blondie,” Willow snarled, turning and stomping up the
stairs to the second floor. Spike followed her slowly and less angry
than the redhead while Faith looked at the snickering blondes, she
pouted, disappointed, and shrugged at them.
“See ya ‘round,” she said and wandered off to explore the lair.
The slayer looked at her watcher as they turned and left.
“That went well,” she grinned.
“Very well,” he replied, spinning her to face him. “This should be fun,”
he pressed his mouth to hers in a claiming kiss.
“Very fun,” she smiled against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his
neck.
Willow watched from one of the large picture windows that looked out on
the street. She growled at the pair, kissing in the street.
“There’s something strange here,” she said to herself, “and I want to
know what.”

*********
`Part 2

Kathryn and Ryan strolled down the empty streets of Sunnydale, many
words passed between them, but nothing was spoken. Ryan watched her as
she moved, dusting fledglings left and right. They stumbled over the
cold corpse of the former slayer, still slumped beneath the street lamp.
Kathryn kicked the head, the toe of her heavy engineer boot crushing her
skull with a satisfying crunch.
“Stupid bitch, always trying to upstage everyone. Deserved what she
got,” the new slayer said coldly. Her watcher took her hand and led her
away from the still form of the other woman.
“Forget her, she’s dead, as she should be. We have bigger fish to fry,”
he murmured, motioning ahead of them to the form of a dark man. He was
tall, wearing a long flowing coat and his eyes glinted despite the
darkness.
“Angelus?” she asked softly, he nodded in reply. She frowned, bouncing
over to the man, a stake held tightly in her hand. The vampire whirled
around to face her, and snarled.
“Who are you?” he demanded, eyeing her cautiously.
“Doesn’t matter. Your little slut is dead, and your shitty little town
is going down in flames,” she toyed with her stake. “Like to make it hat
trick for me?” she grinned, and behind her the watcher smiled broadly.
Angel stared blankly at her before shifting into game face. Kathryn
laughed.
“Ooooh, scary,” she mocked, “should I be running in terror now?”
“Probably, if you know what’s wise, little girl.”
“Little girl?” she laughed, “I’ve been trained as a slayer for fifteen
years, I’ve seen and done more things than you would expect, I think you
could hardly call me a little girl. What do you think?” she asked,
turning to the man watching from a distance.
“Hardly a little girl,” he grinned, eyeing her up and down lovingly. She
grinned.
“See,” she said, turning back to that baffled vampire, “even he says I’m
not a little girl.”
“Who the hell are you?” he asked to the two again.
“You don’t know?” she asked innocently, “you mustn’t have gotten the
memo the council sent out,” she smiled gently. She turned to her
watcher. “He didn’t get the memo,” she repeated.
“Seems that not many people actually did get the memo, Kat,” he said,
moving closer to her. “Makes you wonder if they actually sent it,” he
smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.
“What is going on?” Angel growled.
“I’m the new slayer, you silly putz, don’t you listen?” she growled
back.
“And who’s he?”
“My watcher, among other things,” she grinned as the blonde man’s hands
smoothed across her stomach.
“So you’re here to help?” he asked, relaxing slightly.
“Not quite,” she grinned, tossing her stake from hand to hand. “The
council wanted us dismissed, but couldn’t come up with another witty,
obedient, gorgeous girl to take my place in time. So they sent me. Only
thing was, I’ve decided that it would be much more fun to make up my own
rules for this little game,” she grinned at him wickedly. “What do you
think, soul boy? My way, or the highway?” she grinned raising her stake.

“What--?” he asked confused. His words were cut off as the blonde slayer
threw the stake with precise aim at his heart, intentionally hitting
only seconds below his heart. He collapsed from the intense pain.
“Now, listen, and listen close, because I’m only saying it once. I want
to know everything about that redheaded bitch, and that pussy whipped
blonde that follows her like a puppy. Help me, or die,” she said, taking
his arm in a vice grip and lifting him to his feet.
“Willow and Spike?” he whispered, confused.
“Yeah, they turned the slayer, Faith, won’t let her play. No fun little
pussies,” she frowned, dragging him with her towards the small house
they had.
“Why should I help you?” Angel asked, reaching for the stake, still
protruding from his chest.
“It’s simple, really,” the slayer said, batting his hand away. “You
help, only the town burns, you don’t, the people burn too,” she grinned
down at him. “Either way I have fun, so tell me, soul boy, just how much
fun am I going to have?”
*******
Part 3

Angel winced as he was dragged into the small house and tossed onto the
couch.
“Start talking soul boy,” Kathryn commanded coldly. He reached for the stake
in his chest and she snarled.
“Forget it, it’s been doused in holy water, you touch it, you’ll burn like
crazy,” Ryan said from the kitchen, not bothering to watch the pathetic
vampire try and be courageous.
“Sit up,” the woman commanded, seating herself in a comfortable wing backed
chair. Angel slowly complied, propping himself against the arm of the couch.
“Now,” she leaned closer, “tell me who that bitch is. I want to know
everything, every last fucking detail, down to where she got her hair done.
I know you know, so don’t try and lie your way out of it,” she said, looking
at him angrily.
“Take out the stake and I’ll tell you everything, right down to the color of
her toenails the day she died.”
Kathryn smiled triumphantly and ripped the stake from his chest. Angel
touched the wound and winced in relief.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
“Talk,” she said coldly.
“All right, where to begin?” he said, more to himself than anyone else. He
thought for a while, before nodding and beginning to speak in slow measured
tones.
“I met Willow seven years ago, when Buffy first came to Sunnydale. Then she
was an innocent little girl, quiet and well mannered…” Kathryn rolled her
eyes and settled in as the dark vampire replayed history she already knew.
He finally came to the part the council was reluctant to share with their
trainees: Faith.
“Faith came here three years later, her watcher had been killed and she was
constantly on the run. She was inherently disobedient, ignoring her watcher
and every regulation that the council held. She fell in with the mayor, who
was planing his ascension. Buffy couldn't’t kill her, and Faith tried
everything to get to her, taunt her, throw her off her game. They ended up
in a wicked fight that left Faith in a coma for months. Willow had started
to drift away from everything; people had started to alienate her because of
her magick, and she had been spending more and more time on her own. It was
obvious that she had changed, but we weren't’t aware of how much until she
didn't’t show up at the ascension. I heard from Giles that Spike had come
back to Sunnydale, and had restored Faith to good health. I was worried at
what he had in mind, dealing with the slayer. I came back here and found out
that Willow had fallen in with Spike shortly after I’d left, and had been
turned.”
“Spike turned her?”
“Not quite,” the dark vampire said, “he refused to turn her, he told her to
be patient. She wouldn't’t. She chained him up, slit her own wrists, and
then slit one of his and drank from him.”
“She stole his blood? Why didn't’t he kill her?”
“He respected her too much. She was everything a vampire should be;
beautiful, fearless, intelligent, and a born leader.”
“What does that have to do with Faith?”
“Willow had Spike revive Faith, since her blood wouldn't’t be strong enough
to bring her out of a coma, let alone wash away all of the scars left on
her. Willow had successfully wrapped Spike around her little finger. Every
vampire knew it, even Spike, and they followed her without question. They
worked against the slayer for four years like that, Willow giving orders,
Spike standing by her side, and Faith running wild against Buffy. They wore
her down, killed her watcher, her friends, her family. When there was
nothing left they stopped. They forgot about her, she couldn't’t touch
them.”
“Willow got bored and made Faith a vampire then, right?” Angel nodded.
“Pretty much, but Willow drained her too much, and when she gave blood it
didn't’t revive her. She was royally pissed.”
“So she went all hocus-pocus and brought her back with magick.”
“Yeah.”
“So the short and long of it is Willow’s fucking Spike, and has him whipped.
She’s got Faith as her plaything, and pretty much rules this town.” Angel
nodded.
“She shouldn't’t be too hard to kill,” the watcher said, coming into the
living room and sitting on the arm of Kat’s chair.
“Kill, sure, but I want to see her beg for death,” the slayer said, her eyes
glinting dangerously, “I want to see her crawl…”
*****