Faith's Curse
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katleeptTitle: "Faith's Curse"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary:
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The slaying, the killing, the drinking, the screwing . . . She indulged in it all so thoroughly for one simple purpose: It was all supposed to help her forget, and yet nothing did any longer. She dreamt not of blood but of her every day, and every night, no matter how much beer she guzzled or how much blood she spilled, Faith could still see her pretty, little face smirking at her.
The rogue Slayer was cursed not because she'd spilled innocent blood or because she'd gone wicked. It wasn't those she'd murdered who she couldn't forget. No, one body was just as good as the next. It was her. It was all her. It'd always been her. She'd never be as good as Buffy, or good enough for her, and that burned her like nothing else.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The slaying, the killing, the drinking, the screwing . . . She indulged in it all so thoroughly for one simple purpose: It was all supposed to help her forget, and yet nothing did any longer. She dreamt not of blood but of her every day, and every night, no matter how much beer she guzzled or how much blood she spilled, Faith could still see her pretty, little face smirking at her.
The rogue Slayer was cursed not because she'd spilled innocent blood or because she'd gone wicked. It wasn't those she'd murdered who she couldn't forget. No, one body was just as good as the next. It was her. It was all her. It'd always been her. She'd never be as good as Buffy, or good enough for her, and that burned her like nothing else.
The End
