Post by Lukee on Jul 21, 2007 15:00:39 GMT -5
This is a sort fan-fiction based on a what if.
What if when Buffy and Faith body switched in 'who are you', what if Buffy never got away from the watchers and Faith was still in her body causing more chaos?
Mini Summary.
Faith in Buffy’s body has gone totally mad. She’s killed more people then before and now it’s Riley’s turn. Buffy in Faiths body is missing. None of the Scooby’s know where she is.
What if when Buffy and Faith body switched in 'who are you', what if Buffy never got away from the watchers and Faith was still in her body causing more chaos?
Mini Summary.
Faith in Buffy’s body has gone totally mad. She’s killed more people then before and now it’s Riley’s turn. Buffy in Faiths body is missing. None of the Scooby’s know where she is.
Water ran down the old rusted pipes that ran across the old basement walls. The room was dank, cold and unlived in, rats ran along the cold mud colour stone. They didn’t seem scared of humans these rats, they would just run up to you and walked past you like you were nothing. They had no fear of you.
A blood covered, purple bruised body sat limp tied to an old white metal chair. Water from the pipes dripped onto his drowsy head. The drops roll down his face to his chin were they fall to the ground making a dripping sounds as it hits the water from the last drop.
“Wakey wakey sleepy head” Buffy Summers strolled down the old brown creaky stairs as she rolls her hand down the rusty banister. Her smile was full of malice, she jumped the last step as she landed on the ground the limp body tied to the chair was beginning to wake up. He mourned a little as he kind of swung his head around to push it up. He pushed his batted eyes open slowly as they kept closing. He forced them to stay open as he looked at the slayer standing looking at him, it made him sick.
Using her body for her own uses, she had destroyed a young girl’s life from doing so. Faith was in Buffy’s body setting her up, for when Buffy gets her body back which she will Riley just knew she had too if there was any hope at all. The last he herd Buffy was some were in London going under trail for the murder the body she was in did.
“So do you come here often?” Faith said sarcastically as she picked up a knife form the metal try trolley that was positioned next to the stairs. She twirled it in her hand as she looked at the blood covered Riley placed before her almost dead.
Riley spat blood at Faith as he straightened his head using all the strength he had left.
“Scum, you give slayers a bad….name” He spat out. After all it was true she had. She had killed more people then she had saved.
“Thank you” She said as if it was a complement. She moved closer to him walking like she had oil wells pumping in her back yard. It was like she was proud of herself, it made him feel even more sick then before. He just wanted to get up and smash her little beautiful face in but he knew he couldn’t it was still Buffy just not her inside.
“Buffy will come back and she will kill you for what you have done” Riley said full of hatred towards her.
Faith moved fast towards him and put the old knife to his neck as she push his head back she lent closer to his ear and whispered to him.
“Man, you don’t get it do you. She’s up for trial and she’s gunna lose. She’s not coming back” She laughed. Riley could tell he hit a nerve every time he mentioned Buffy’s name.
She pushed him back as she moved away from him. Both him and the old white chair fell to the ground with a thump that echoed across the wide and empty basement.
He winched at the pain as he laid on the floor. He cold feel the itchy thick rope come lose a bit as he fell. He wiggled his hands around trying to get the rope of his hands.
Faith walked around the room looking at the hell whole she was made to slumber about in. She had come so far this past month. She had caused so much chaos, she had killed people with her bare hands she knew she had gone too far but she wasn’t about to own up to it. There was still so much more for her to do.
Sweat fell down Riley’s face as he struggled to get lose. He knew if he made any sounds Faith would hear and she would stop him from getting out, even if it meant killing him.
He Faith was capable of anything, from what Buffy told him and from what he had seen her do to Willow and Xander.
Giles had got away some how but Riley doesn’t know were he went most likely to get Buffy free.
Faith watched as a rat walked past her black army boots she looked at it pitifully as it limped past her. She lifted her foot up and smashed it to the floor with the rat in between; she smirked slightly as she moved her foot away.
“Right then lets get down to business” Faith said as she turned around to face Riley. She looked at the space her once was, only leaving an old metal chair and piece of rope tangled around the chair.
“Crap” She muted. How did he get lose with out her hearing? She though.
She moved closer into the room looking around the room looking around at the dark corners and behind old boxes that were left behind from what ever lived her first.
Riley moved behind the slayer trying not to make a noise. His heart beating faster. Sweat dripping from his head as he moved closer behind her. ‘Keep it together soldier’ Riley commanded him self. He was holding an old part of pip in his hands as he lifted it up over his head ready to use all his strength in knocking her out.
Faith spun round kicking at Riley sending him flying across the basement and into some pips. He fell hard into the pips then to the ground. The pips now spilling more water out of them onto Riley as he laid on the ground trying to stay a wake. The only hope he had left was that Buffy was going to stop her. The hope for his life was gone now, he knew he was dead.
“That wasn’t very nice” Faith said cockily as she walked closer to him. Her boots making little splashes in the water as she moved. The sound of water echoed in the air as it hit Riley then the ground. Faith grabbed Riley by the hair lifting him up. She grabbed his water socked top and dragged the rest of his limp body up. He could even hold his self up anymore. He was too tired. He couldn’t keep his eyes from closing.
“Play times over” She spat out as she threw him across the room once more. He crashed through the stair case and onto the steps. His body rolled down the cold, hard stone steps. Until he reached the ground. He managed to open his eyes for one last time to see Faith standing over him her dagger in hand. The one she stole back from Buffy once Buffy was shipped off. He fell into blackness. Then nothing. He felt and saw nothing. Just darkness.
A blood covered, purple bruised body sat limp tied to an old white metal chair. Water from the pipes dripped onto his drowsy head. The drops roll down his face to his chin were they fall to the ground making a dripping sounds as it hits the water from the last drop.
“Wakey wakey sleepy head” Buffy Summers strolled down the old brown creaky stairs as she rolls her hand down the rusty banister. Her smile was full of malice, she jumped the last step as she landed on the ground the limp body tied to the chair was beginning to wake up. He mourned a little as he kind of swung his head around to push it up. He pushed his batted eyes open slowly as they kept closing. He forced them to stay open as he looked at the slayer standing looking at him, it made him sick.
Using her body for her own uses, she had destroyed a young girl’s life from doing so. Faith was in Buffy’s body setting her up, for when Buffy gets her body back which she will Riley just knew she had too if there was any hope at all. The last he herd Buffy was some were in London going under trail for the murder the body she was in did.
“So do you come here often?” Faith said sarcastically as she picked up a knife form the metal try trolley that was positioned next to the stairs. She twirled it in her hand as she looked at the blood covered Riley placed before her almost dead.
Riley spat blood at Faith as he straightened his head using all the strength he had left.
“Scum, you give slayers a bad….name” He spat out. After all it was true she had. She had killed more people then she had saved.
“Thank you” She said as if it was a complement. She moved closer to him walking like she had oil wells pumping in her back yard. It was like she was proud of herself, it made him feel even more sick then before. He just wanted to get up and smash her little beautiful face in but he knew he couldn’t it was still Buffy just not her inside.
“Buffy will come back and she will kill you for what you have done” Riley said full of hatred towards her.
Faith moved fast towards him and put the old knife to his neck as she push his head back she lent closer to his ear and whispered to him.
“Man, you don’t get it do you. She’s up for trial and she’s gunna lose. She’s not coming back” She laughed. Riley could tell he hit a nerve every time he mentioned Buffy’s name.
She pushed him back as she moved away from him. Both him and the old white chair fell to the ground with a thump that echoed across the wide and empty basement.
He winched at the pain as he laid on the floor. He cold feel the itchy thick rope come lose a bit as he fell. He wiggled his hands around trying to get the rope of his hands.
Faith walked around the room looking at the hell whole she was made to slumber about in. She had come so far this past month. She had caused so much chaos, she had killed people with her bare hands she knew she had gone too far but she wasn’t about to own up to it. There was still so much more for her to do.
Sweat fell down Riley’s face as he struggled to get lose. He knew if he made any sounds Faith would hear and she would stop him from getting out, even if it meant killing him.
He Faith was capable of anything, from what Buffy told him and from what he had seen her do to Willow and Xander.
Giles had got away some how but Riley doesn’t know were he went most likely to get Buffy free.
Faith watched as a rat walked past her black army boots she looked at it pitifully as it limped past her. She lifted her foot up and smashed it to the floor with the rat in between; she smirked slightly as she moved her foot away.
“Right then lets get down to business” Faith said as she turned around to face Riley. She looked at the space her once was, only leaving an old metal chair and piece of rope tangled around the chair.
“Crap” She muted. How did he get lose with out her hearing? She though.
She moved closer into the room looking around the room looking around at the dark corners and behind old boxes that were left behind from what ever lived her first.
Riley moved behind the slayer trying not to make a noise. His heart beating faster. Sweat dripping from his head as he moved closer behind her. ‘Keep it together soldier’ Riley commanded him self. He was holding an old part of pip in his hands as he lifted it up over his head ready to use all his strength in knocking her out.
Faith spun round kicking at Riley sending him flying across the basement and into some pips. He fell hard into the pips then to the ground. The pips now spilling more water out of them onto Riley as he laid on the ground trying to stay a wake. The only hope he had left was that Buffy was going to stop her. The hope for his life was gone now, he knew he was dead.
“That wasn’t very nice” Faith said cockily as she walked closer to him. Her boots making little splashes in the water as she moved. The sound of water echoed in the air as it hit Riley then the ground. Faith grabbed Riley by the hair lifting him up. She grabbed his water socked top and dragged the rest of his limp body up. He could even hold his self up anymore. He was too tired. He couldn’t keep his eyes from closing.
“Play times over” She spat out as she threw him across the room once more. He crashed through the stair case and onto the steps. His body rolled down the cold, hard stone steps. Until he reached the ground. He managed to open his eyes for one last time to see Faith standing over him her dagger in hand. The one she stole back from Buffy once Buffy was shipped off. He fell into blackness. Then nothing. He felt and saw nothing. Just darkness.