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telarynTitle: Old Slayers Never Die
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telaryn
Word Count: 2228
Fandom: BTVS/TVD
Pairing: Faith/Damon, with an appearance by Stefan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, violent sex in an alleyway, blood play, death fic.
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: Faith rides into Mystic Falls, seeking simply to step away from being the Slayer for a night and remind herself what it's like to be human. Instead she's drawn into the embrace of a vampire who might just give her what her heart truly desires.
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo, for the prompt "Using Others or Being Used". Now that this is finished I have to admit that I'm not at all sure who was using whom in this scenario. Maybe each of them is using the other for their own selfish ends - all I know for sure is that if I don't get the length of these stories down, I'm never going to get that blackout I'm stalking!
“Harder,” Faith groaned. Vampire strength pressed into her, thrusting over and over – shoving her repeatedly into the rough, grease-stained brick wall. She welcomed the burn as first her shirt, then her skin began coming apart under the constant rhythmic abrasion.
Damon growled low in his throat, struggling to control himself. “You're bleeding,” he gasped, slamming into her with such force that Faith cried out. “I can...smell it...” Their eyes met, and Faith felt the vampire's powers pushing at her mind again. “You've...got to let me have a taste.”
Heat flashed across her skin; Faith felt herself vibrating with the first stirrings of a monster orgasm. The vampire's fangs were down...so close... and in a wild, impulsive movement she dragged the edge of her tongue across one of the tips. Blood burst from the torn flesh, dripping onto the Damon's tongue and spilling across his lower lip and down his chin.
If she thought he'd been savage with her before, Faith quickly realized that for all he was a vampire, Damon Salvatore had been holding out on her.
*
The irony of ending her night fucking a vampire in an alley behind a restaurant was that it was probably the only time all month Faith hadn’t been looking for trouble. Years of therapy paid for by the good citizens of the great State of California were warning her that she’d been spending too much time on her own. She needed to be around normal human beings – interact with them if possible – so that her baser instincts didn’t start taking over again.
She’d found the Mystic Grill in a small town in Northern Virginia. Something about the place had drawn Faith in – she’d thought at first it was the lights and noise, and the fact that the place was packed for a random Thursday night.
Apparently it’s the vampires, she thought, rolling her eyes as she took a pull off her beer. Just my fucking luck. Two of them – old enough that they practically glowed against the backdrop of normal humans – were playing pool at one of the tables set up on the far side of the restaurant. Intent on the two of them, Faith acknowledged the kid who brought her meal with a distracted nod – only realizing what she was eating once it had reached her mouth.
You're not working. She sighed, forcing her attention away from the two and back towards the food in front of her. The few consistencies in her life since leaving the boys behind had been the blood and the staking and the death. She needed a break. She needed to remember what it meant to be human.
She needed to figure out a reason to keep going.
Food. Good enough place to start. The cheeseburger reminded her uncomfortably of Dean, but it was good. Faith bit deep, feeling an almost animalistic satisfaction as the food began working its way into her system.
What the hell are you going to do? She'd thought she was safe with the Winchesters – as safe as anyone like her could ever expect to be. She'd burned too many bridges to return to the Slayers. Angel and Los Angeles were out of the question for reasons she couldn't even begin to face.
She had no place to go back and she was ill-equipped to go forwards as anything but a killer, with anyone but the monsters for company. Faith finished the burger, and started in on the fries – interspersing the food with large swallows of beer. It was good food; it steadied her in a way she hadn't even realized she'd been missing.
“Thanks for waiting,” she said, not looking up as she finished the last of the french fries. She felt the taller of the two vampires slide into the booth behind her, leaning on her seat back with crossed arms. Faith forced herself not to react to him invading her space; assuming he was stupid enough to try attacking her in such a public place, she had still had plenty of room to escape.
“We're not interested in starting trouble,” the one said who'd slipped into the seat facing her. When Faith finally looked at him, she almost laughed. He could be Angel's kid brother, she thought.
“I'm Stefan Salvatore,” he said. “And that is my brother Damon.” Faith ignored the hand that presented itself in front of her. A moment later it was withdrawn, and she thought she heard the other vampire chuckle. “We know what you are,” Stefan said, drawing her attention again. “And we wanted to see if you would consider just moving on.”
Damon leaned over until she could see his face. He was younger than his brother, with black hair that fell into his intense, pale eyes. “He wants to see if you'll just move on. Personally? I want to see if I can take you.”
Faith snorted. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her traveling stake and slapped it onto the table. “But what'll I do with the rest of my evening?” she asked. “After the thirty seconds it takes for me to dust you?” It was her usual tough-talk, so cliched the words almost hurt coming out, but Faith realized with a jolt that her adrenaline was up for the first time in weeks. She'd already analyzed the situation, and knew in her logical brain that she wasn't in any real danger.
Her hind brain, however, was vibrating in reaction to the presence of a dangerous predator so close at her back. Trusting that he had no more interest in attracting attention than she did was definitely putting this whole encounter on a thin edge of safety.
“We really don't want trouble,” Stefan said. “We've got a good set-up here – we're not feeding off humans.” Faith saw his attention shift to his brother for a moment and realized that one of the Salvatores probably wasn't as on the wagon as the party line would have her believe.
Almost as if he was trying to make his brother out to be a liar, Damon licked a quick line across the spot where Faith's neck sloped into her shoulder. She inhaled sharply, her hands clenching immediately into fists, but managed to stay relatively motionless. “He's not interested in trouble,” Damon whispered – his breath hot against her earlobe. “Personally? I say bring it on, Slayer.”
Across the table, Stefan looked almost resigned. “You really need to think about my offer,” he said, looking at Faith. “He doesn't play well with others.”
Faith smiled, letting him see a little of her crazier side. “Neither do I.” She sensed that Damon had shifted to a position where he was more fully behind her; harder to slip away from, and harder to turn and stake without flipping the table in the process. Nevertheless, Faith wrapped her fingers around the length of wood and hefted it.
“Run along, Stefan,” Damon said from his perch on her shoulder. “The Slayer and I have business to discuss.” Faith saw him wave a hand dismissively in his brother's direction.
Stefan rolled his eyes. “He's an ass,” he said to Faith – almost apolgetically, she was amused to note, “but I will find you if you kill him.”
“It's a date,” she smirked.
Once he'd left, Faith felt Damon's breath hot on the skin of her neck again. “Alone at last.” Her breath caught briefly in her throat, but it was only blunt-edged human teeth that dug into her skin. Damon chuckled – the sound was a low, almost obscenely intimate caress. “I understand Slayer blood is supposed to be like heroin to vampires.” he whispered.
Faith laughed softly, even though her heart was pounding in her chest now. “You're not going to bite me in front of all these people.”
Damon combed the fingers of one hand through the tangle of her hair. Faith shivered at the contact. “You're not going to shove that length of wood inside me in front of all these people either,” he said. Abruptly he tightened his hand into a fist; Faith gasped, shifting into his hold. The vampire pressed his cheek against the side of her head. “So what's say we take this outside and see who gets what they're looking for tonight?”
One problem with that, Faith thought as she threw money down on the table and slid out of the booth to follow Damon. You're the only one in this party who knows what they're after.
She'd wanted him to bite her. Awareness of the desire was a dark spot in her mind; the idea of making herself slow enough that he could take her was suddenly disturbingly attractive. Would solve a lot of problems. She would die a Slayer's death, and no one would have to know that she'd helped the process along.
She'd picked up her stake before leaving the booth, more from habit than any real desire to use it.
They left the restaurant together – Faith followed Damon around the corner into a blind alley. “Oh good,” she muttered, taking in the layout of the place. Always wanted to pull a Custer's last stand.
Before she could react, the vampire spun around to face her. Faith was grabbed and shoved against the nearest brick wall; her left arm twisted up painfully behind her back. “Gotta say,” Damon purred, pressing himself full length against her back, “I'm disappointed, Slayer.”
Faith grinned, feeling a tell-tale bulge pressed into the cleft of her ass. “Name's Faith,” she growled, slamming the back of her head into the vampire's face. Howling with rage, Damon let go of her and stumbled back a few steps. Faith spun around and planted the sole of her boot into the center of his chest. “And you don't feel disappointed to me.” She shoved, sending him flying into the wall on the opposite side of the alley.
“Don't flatter yourself,” Damon retorted. Moving faster than any vampire Faith had ever faced, he closed with her again. Faith dodged out of the way at the last possible second, whipping around and slamming the back of his head with the heel of her boot. Damon stumbled forward, recovering at the last second and turning back to face her.
“So if I kick that place right between your legs,” Faith went on – grinning wickedly at him, “you won't feel it?”
“You mean my cock, princess?” Damon sneered.
“Yeah.” Faith wound up for a side kick – aiming directly at the vampire's groin. “That tiny little thing.” She shoved out as hard as she could. Damon caught her foot just before it connected; Faith twisted around in an almost impossible move, using her captured leg to drag the vampire down to the pavement.
Pivoting again, Faith dropped into a straddle across Damon's stomach. Pulling out her stake, she raised it above his heart and prepared to strike. Growling, Damon slapped the length of wood out of her hands, grabbed her by the hair with his free hand and dragged her into a brutal kiss.
“Let me bite you,” Damon moaned when their lips finally parted. Their eyes met, and Faith felt a thick wall of power pushing at her. “You want to feed me.”
Faith understood then that he was trying to roll her mind, and she silently cursed the Slayer powers that kept her immune from his gaze. Would have made things so much easier, she thought. “I'll fuck you,” she breathed, grinding back against his cock. “...but no biting.” Balling her fists in Damon's shirt, she ripped outward – sending the buttons flying.
“Bitch,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her and rising into a sitting position. He kissed her again – hard and bruising – and Faith felt herself respond to the pain.
I'm not the one who had to fuck a vampire just to feel something...
She wanted him to bite her, but the words wouldn't come. Even as they got to their feet, the clothes came off, and Damon buried himself full length inside her, Faith still couldn't tell him what she really wanted.
Bite me...bleed me...kill me... The taste of her own blood filled her mouth as Damon fought to get at every drop from the cut on her tongue. Faith felt the muscles of her pussy tighten...heat and energy swelling up inside her as the orgasm finally took her. Damon came a moment later, pressing into her as his cock twitched and pulsed inside her.
Faith pressed her forehead to Damon's shoulder as she moved into the downside of the orgasm. A moment later sharp, bright pain exploded throughout her body as the vampire finaly sank his fangs into the side of her neck. Faith cried out, her body convulsing in a mixture of rising pain and ecstasy as Damon closed his lips around the wound he'd made and began to drink.
Yes... she thought, as a third orgasm caught the tail end of the second and her vision finally began to grey. Just...like that...
Release became an ecstasy all on its own as she slumped unconscious in her killer's embrace.
Author:
telarynWord Count: 2228
Fandom: BTVS/TVD
Pairing: Faith/Damon, with an appearance by Stefan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, violent sex in an alleyway, blood play, death fic.
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: Faith rides into Mystic Falls, seeking simply to step away from being the Slayer for a night and remind herself what it's like to be human. Instead she's drawn into the embrace of a vampire who might just give her what her heart truly desires.
Author's Note: Written for
angst_bingo, for the prompt "Using Others or Being Used". Now that this is finished I have to admit that I'm not at all sure who was using whom in this scenario. Maybe each of them is using the other for their own selfish ends - all I know for sure is that if I don't get the length of these stories down, I'm never going to get that blackout I'm stalking!“Harder,” Faith groaned. Vampire strength pressed into her, thrusting over and over – shoving her repeatedly into the rough, grease-stained brick wall. She welcomed the burn as first her shirt, then her skin began coming apart under the constant rhythmic abrasion.
Damon growled low in his throat, struggling to control himself. “You're bleeding,” he gasped, slamming into her with such force that Faith cried out. “I can...smell it...” Their eyes met, and Faith felt the vampire's powers pushing at her mind again. “You've...got to let me have a taste.”
Heat flashed across her skin; Faith felt herself vibrating with the first stirrings of a monster orgasm. The vampire's fangs were down...so close... and in a wild, impulsive movement she dragged the edge of her tongue across one of the tips. Blood burst from the torn flesh, dripping onto the Damon's tongue and spilling across his lower lip and down his chin.
If she thought he'd been savage with her before, Faith quickly realized that for all he was a vampire, Damon Salvatore had been holding out on her.
*
The irony of ending her night fucking a vampire in an alley behind a restaurant was that it was probably the only time all month Faith hadn’t been looking for trouble. Years of therapy paid for by the good citizens of the great State of California were warning her that she’d been spending too much time on her own. She needed to be around normal human beings – interact with them if possible – so that her baser instincts didn’t start taking over again.
She’d found the Mystic Grill in a small town in Northern Virginia. Something about the place had drawn Faith in – she’d thought at first it was the lights and noise, and the fact that the place was packed for a random Thursday night.
Apparently it’s the vampires, she thought, rolling her eyes as she took a pull off her beer. Just my fucking luck. Two of them – old enough that they practically glowed against the backdrop of normal humans – were playing pool at one of the tables set up on the far side of the restaurant. Intent on the two of them, Faith acknowledged the kid who brought her meal with a distracted nod – only realizing what she was eating once it had reached her mouth.
You're not working. She sighed, forcing her attention away from the two and back towards the food in front of her. The few consistencies in her life since leaving the boys behind had been the blood and the staking and the death. She needed a break. She needed to remember what it meant to be human.
She needed to figure out a reason to keep going.
Food. Good enough place to start. The cheeseburger reminded her uncomfortably of Dean, but it was good. Faith bit deep, feeling an almost animalistic satisfaction as the food began working its way into her system.
What the hell are you going to do? She'd thought she was safe with the Winchesters – as safe as anyone like her could ever expect to be. She'd burned too many bridges to return to the Slayers. Angel and Los Angeles were out of the question for reasons she couldn't even begin to face.
She had no place to go back and she was ill-equipped to go forwards as anything but a killer, with anyone but the monsters for company. Faith finished the burger, and started in on the fries – interspersing the food with large swallows of beer. It was good food; it steadied her in a way she hadn't even realized she'd been missing.
“Thanks for waiting,” she said, not looking up as she finished the last of the french fries. She felt the taller of the two vampires slide into the booth behind her, leaning on her seat back with crossed arms. Faith forced herself not to react to him invading her space; assuming he was stupid enough to try attacking her in such a public place, she had still had plenty of room to escape.
“We're not interested in starting trouble,” the one said who'd slipped into the seat facing her. When Faith finally looked at him, she almost laughed. He could be Angel's kid brother, she thought.
“I'm Stefan Salvatore,” he said. “And that is my brother Damon.” Faith ignored the hand that presented itself in front of her. A moment later it was withdrawn, and she thought she heard the other vampire chuckle. “We know what you are,” Stefan said, drawing her attention again. “And we wanted to see if you would consider just moving on.”
Damon leaned over until she could see his face. He was younger than his brother, with black hair that fell into his intense, pale eyes. “He wants to see if you'll just move on. Personally? I want to see if I can take you.”
Faith snorted. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her traveling stake and slapped it onto the table. “But what'll I do with the rest of my evening?” she asked. “After the thirty seconds it takes for me to dust you?” It was her usual tough-talk, so cliched the words almost hurt coming out, but Faith realized with a jolt that her adrenaline was up for the first time in weeks. She'd already analyzed the situation, and knew in her logical brain that she wasn't in any real danger.
Her hind brain, however, was vibrating in reaction to the presence of a dangerous predator so close at her back. Trusting that he had no more interest in attracting attention than she did was definitely putting this whole encounter on a thin edge of safety.
“We really don't want trouble,” Stefan said. “We've got a good set-up here – we're not feeding off humans.” Faith saw his attention shift to his brother for a moment and realized that one of the Salvatores probably wasn't as on the wagon as the party line would have her believe.
Almost as if he was trying to make his brother out to be a liar, Damon licked a quick line across the spot where Faith's neck sloped into her shoulder. She inhaled sharply, her hands clenching immediately into fists, but managed to stay relatively motionless. “He's not interested in trouble,” Damon whispered – his breath hot against her earlobe. “Personally? I say bring it on, Slayer.”
Across the table, Stefan looked almost resigned. “You really need to think about my offer,” he said, looking at Faith. “He doesn't play well with others.”
Faith smiled, letting him see a little of her crazier side. “Neither do I.” She sensed that Damon had shifted to a position where he was more fully behind her; harder to slip away from, and harder to turn and stake without flipping the table in the process. Nevertheless, Faith wrapped her fingers around the length of wood and hefted it.
“Run along, Stefan,” Damon said from his perch on her shoulder. “The Slayer and I have business to discuss.” Faith saw him wave a hand dismissively in his brother's direction.
Stefan rolled his eyes. “He's an ass,” he said to Faith – almost apolgetically, she was amused to note, “but I will find you if you kill him.”
“It's a date,” she smirked.
Once he'd left, Faith felt Damon's breath hot on the skin of her neck again. “Alone at last.” Her breath caught briefly in her throat, but it was only blunt-edged human teeth that dug into her skin. Damon chuckled – the sound was a low, almost obscenely intimate caress. “I understand Slayer blood is supposed to be like heroin to vampires.” he whispered.
Faith laughed softly, even though her heart was pounding in her chest now. “You're not going to bite me in front of all these people.”
Damon combed the fingers of one hand through the tangle of her hair. Faith shivered at the contact. “You're not going to shove that length of wood inside me in front of all these people either,” he said. Abruptly he tightened his hand into a fist; Faith gasped, shifting into his hold. The vampire pressed his cheek against the side of her head. “So what's say we take this outside and see who gets what they're looking for tonight?”
One problem with that, Faith thought as she threw money down on the table and slid out of the booth to follow Damon. You're the only one in this party who knows what they're after.
She'd wanted him to bite her. Awareness of the desire was a dark spot in her mind; the idea of making herself slow enough that he could take her was suddenly disturbingly attractive. Would solve a lot of problems. She would die a Slayer's death, and no one would have to know that she'd helped the process along.
She'd picked up her stake before leaving the booth, more from habit than any real desire to use it.
They left the restaurant together – Faith followed Damon around the corner into a blind alley. “Oh good,” she muttered, taking in the layout of the place. Always wanted to pull a Custer's last stand.
Before she could react, the vampire spun around to face her. Faith was grabbed and shoved against the nearest brick wall; her left arm twisted up painfully behind her back. “Gotta say,” Damon purred, pressing himself full length against her back, “I'm disappointed, Slayer.”
Faith grinned, feeling a tell-tale bulge pressed into the cleft of her ass. “Name's Faith,” she growled, slamming the back of her head into the vampire's face. Howling with rage, Damon let go of her and stumbled back a few steps. Faith spun around and planted the sole of her boot into the center of his chest. “And you don't feel disappointed to me.” She shoved, sending him flying into the wall on the opposite side of the alley.
“Don't flatter yourself,” Damon retorted. Moving faster than any vampire Faith had ever faced, he closed with her again. Faith dodged out of the way at the last possible second, whipping around and slamming the back of his head with the heel of her boot. Damon stumbled forward, recovering at the last second and turning back to face her.
“So if I kick that place right between your legs,” Faith went on – grinning wickedly at him, “you won't feel it?”
“You mean my cock, princess?” Damon sneered.
“Yeah.” Faith wound up for a side kick – aiming directly at the vampire's groin. “That tiny little thing.” She shoved out as hard as she could. Damon caught her foot just before it connected; Faith twisted around in an almost impossible move, using her captured leg to drag the vampire down to the pavement.
Pivoting again, Faith dropped into a straddle across Damon's stomach. Pulling out her stake, she raised it above his heart and prepared to strike. Growling, Damon slapped the length of wood out of her hands, grabbed her by the hair with his free hand and dragged her into a brutal kiss.
“Let me bite you,” Damon moaned when their lips finally parted. Their eyes met, and Faith felt a thick wall of power pushing at her. “You want to feed me.”
Faith understood then that he was trying to roll her mind, and she silently cursed the Slayer powers that kept her immune from his gaze. Would have made things so much easier, she thought. “I'll fuck you,” she breathed, grinding back against his cock. “...but no biting.” Balling her fists in Damon's shirt, she ripped outward – sending the buttons flying.
“Bitch,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her and rising into a sitting position. He kissed her again – hard and bruising – and Faith felt herself respond to the pain.
I'm not the one who had to fuck a vampire just to feel something...
She wanted him to bite her, but the words wouldn't come. Even as they got to their feet, the clothes came off, and Damon buried himself full length inside her, Faith still couldn't tell him what she really wanted.
Bite me...bleed me...kill me... The taste of her own blood filled her mouth as Damon fought to get at every drop from the cut on her tongue. Faith felt the muscles of her pussy tighten...heat and energy swelling up inside her as the orgasm finally took her. Damon came a moment later, pressing into her as his cock twitched and pulsed inside her.
Faith pressed her forehead to Damon's shoulder as she moved into the downside of the orgasm. A moment later sharp, bright pain exploded throughout her body as the vampire finaly sank his fangs into the side of her neck. Faith cried out, her body convulsing in a mixture of rising pain and ecstasy as Damon closed his lips around the wound he'd made and began to drink.
Yes... she thought, as a third orgasm caught the tail end of the second and her vision finally began to grey. Just...like that...
Release became an ecstasy all on its own as she slumped unconscious in her killer's embrace.
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7/4/11 13:31 (UTC)Ok, so I was halfway through reading when you replied (hell, I was always gonna read it!)
Perfect Faith. And the darkness seems to be part of being the Slayer, no matter what.
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7/4/11 21:06 (UTC)(no subject)
7/4/11 13:42 (UTC)(no subject)
7/4/11 21:05 (UTC)I'm so glad this came across in character for you. I went pretty deep, more than I'd feel comfortable posting here under usual circumstances.
Thank you for reading and commenting!
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15/8/11 19:47 (UTC)