Title: Fiend
Author: Sybil
Credits: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and these characters are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The story is mine.
Notes: I warn you that this story is disturbing. It begins some time after Faith comes to Sunnydale, but Angel is not alive yet.

The punch to the back of her head did not hurt. It merely triggered her to spin and retaliate with a punch of her own, which connected with her enemy's skull with a crack. Buffy pulled out the stake as she faced off against her opponent. A smirk grew on Willow's twisted face as she wiped a drop of blood from her lip. "I've been waiting for you." She hissed, eyeing Buffy with a strange amusement.

Buffy flew into a flurry of motion, whirling and kicking. Relying on some other sense, her eyes were closed tightly as she fought. Their strength was equal, but she could not feel the blows that her body recieved. A rage of someone rushing towards their end beat back the vampiric foe. Grasping at Willow's shoulders, she threw her off, against the masoleum. Lifting her head to look down at the evil lying, beaten, on the ground, Buffy raised her stake and started forward. "You're not Willow. She wouldn't do what you did. All of them, Xander, Giles... she loved them." Her voice faltered a bit, but her eyes had opened and stared at Willow.

"You poor, stupid girl." The smile crossed Willow's face again, as she looked off into the graveyard. "There's evil you can't see, you're too blinded by passion that you try to conceal." Her voice was condescending and tinged with laughter. She knew that she would die soon, that a stake would be jammed into her heart at any second. The look on Buffy's face was priceless. "Think about it.... I'd rather see them alive and sucking your blood, not dead. Others get off on their deaths." An arrow, shot out of nowhere, rammed into Willow's chest. Looking off into the distance again, her last word was a muttered curse before exploding into dust. "Bitch."

Buffy watched her silently, the sinking feeling eclipsing the anger. Faith strode across the ground, tossing the crossbow carelessly into a headstone. The smile on her face echoed the vampire's, a malicious, psychotic grin. "Hell, I never could stand listening to her."

"Faith." Buffy backed away, pleading softly as the stake fell from her hands. Faith came closer, grabbing Buffy's wrist and twisting her around. In a seamless motion, Buffy's body and face were slammed against the stone masoleum wall, Faith pushing her up against it from behind.

Leaning closer, her nose brushed against Buffy's cold skin as she kissed her neck. A chill traveled down her spine, but the terror could not drive out the pleasure creeping upward. Wincing, a tear dripped down her cheek as Faith twisted her arm tighter. "You love it. Every second." Faith whispered in her ear. "Why, you ask? I could of had you before, any way I wanted." A mocking, hollow laugh came from her throat before she turned back to her prey. "I didn't want to hurt you. But you're pretty when you cry."

Buffy gasped as Faith stepped backward. A long knife stuck out of her back, the metal now soaked in blood as it punctured her heart. Admiring her handiwork, Faith let the body fall to the ground, her face slamming into the dirt. The moon was now obscured by clouds, and a soft rain beat down upon the earth.