#I WILL NEVER GET OVER BUNNY AND FATE THE CUTE GF VAMPIRE SLAYERS LMAO

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†  ――――      THERE  WAS  SOMETHING  ABOUT  THIS  GIRL  THAT  BUFFY  COULDN'T  QUITE  PUT  HER  FINGER  ON.  she  felt  some  sort  of  overwhelming  pull  to  her   —   was  it  a  semblance  of  trust  or,  perhaps,  safety?  she  wasn't  sure,  but  she  knew  she  couldn't  tear  herself  away  from  her.  she  shrugged  at  the  other  girl's  keen  observation.  she  didn't  have  too  much  of  a  response  to  that  one  because  she  was  right.  why  would  anyone  stay  here  in  sunnydale  knowing  that  this  town  was  notorious  for  missing  people  and  mysterious  animal  attacks  with  bodies  that  were  unexplainably  drained  of  blood?  maybe  it  was  because  buffy  had  always  kept  these  streets  safe   —   well,  as  safe  as  she  was  able  to.      ❛      well,  we're  also  famous  for  the   —   um   [   ....   ]   okay,  we're  not,  but  we  had  an  impressively  low  mortality  rate  my  senior  of  high  school.  that  counts  for  something,  right     ?      ❜     buffy  replied,  chuckling  after.  sunnydale  was  supposed  to  be  some  boring  town  but,  in  reality,  it  was  quite  the  opposite.        ❛      my  friends  and  i  go  down  to  the  beach  sometimes.  you  know,  when  i'm  not  busy  in  the  library  studying       ❜     she  said  sarcastically.

FAITH,  NOT  FATE,  THE  SLAYER  TOOK  A  MENTAL  NOTE.  buffy  noticed  the  strange  slip  up  in  the  beginning  of  faith's  sentence,  but  didn't  pay  much  mind  to  it.      ❛       psych  major,  huh     ?     i  haven't  picked  a  major  yet.  i'm  just  taking  psych  because  my  friend  wanted  to  have  a  class  together.  not  sure  if  i'm  into  knowing  much  more  about  the  human  nature.  i've  thought  about  poetry.  like,  those  mini  poems  too,  kinda  sound  like  a  sneeze      ❜     she  said,  chuckling  once  more.      ❛       i  do  like  reading.  i'm  just   —   not  sure  what  i  want  to  do  with  my  life   [   ....   ]       ❜     she  added,  eyes  falling  to  the  floor.  she  never  thought  about  her  life  beyond  slayage.  she  knew  what  her  destiny  was   —   slay  the  bad  thing  and  eventually  die  at  some  point,  like,  actually  stay  dead  this  time.  she  came  to  university  for  a  normal  life,  but  never  thought  about  the  answer  to  the  big  question  hanging  over  her  head  like  neon  lights;  what  was  a  normal  life  for  a  slayer?

WHEN  FAITH  LEANED  AGAINST  THE  PILLAR,  BUFFY  STRAIGHTENED  HER  POSTURE.  why  did  she  get  so  nervous?  was  it  about  making  a  new  friend?  she  couldn't  remember  the  last  time  she  had  such  an  easy  -  going  conversation  with  someone,  where  it  felt  like  it  flowed  naturally.  it  was  a  nice  feeling,  but  also  bewildering  for  the  slayer.  her  eyes  popped  open  wide  at  the  mention  of  feeling  unsafe  here  in  sunnydale.  maybe  she  shouldn't  have  led  this  conversation  with  such  a  strange  fact  about  this  town  because  now  she  was  going  to  have  to  explain  herself  out  of  this  one.  she  swallowed  thickly,        ❛      my  mom's  here   —   and  my  sister.  i  got  accepted  into  northwestern,  but  it's  too  far.  i  couldn't  leave  my  mom  behind       ❜     she  explained,  hoping  that  would  satisfy  faith's  curiosity.  she  chuckled  nervously,      ❛      i  think  if  i  didn't  know  how  to  use  pepper  spray,  i  would  feel  unsafe        ❜     she  joked,  playing  it  off.  she  began  looking  around  nervously  before  attempting  to  divert  the  conversation,  rubbing  her  arms  up  and  down  to  put  on  a  facade  that  she  was  cold  being  out  here.        ❛      hey,  i'm  feelin'  thirsty  and  what  better  way  to  take  care  of  that  with  a  not  -  so  -  legal  drink     ?      ❜    she  offered,  looking  back  inside  the  frat  house  then  back  at  faith  with  a  playful  smile,  hoping  she  was  playing  it  cool  and  not  too  obvious.

The fresh air was invigorating. Faith always felt more awake, more alive at night. The cool breeze hitting her warm skin, the gentle buzz from the alcohol putting the slayer at ease... This blonde's sweet demeanor just about did her in. But her curiosity, her suspicion, over that wooden stake kept her alert. Still, she laughed -- if Diana taught her anything, mirroring attitude was the way to get information from others.

"If the whole town is bad parts, I'm surprised people still live here," she casually added. Faith felt warmth in her cheeks as she looked at the girl's eyes, which were slightly hooded by her lashes. All the psychology knowledge in the world couldn't give her an edge if she couldn't control her own feelings. "I heard the school was fun. Beautiful location, not too far from the beach..."

She smiled. So it wasn't Bunny, but she was close. "Buffy. I'm Faith, and yeah -- I'm a psych major. Probably going to be dealing with lots of her weird. But I respect it. My wa- my uh, aunt teaches psychology back in Boston, so I guess I've just always had an interest in it."

Faith shrugged, kind of wishing she had that drink she'd finished off. She settled for crossing her arms over her chest and leaning casually against the pillar too, looking over at Buffy. This girl probably had stories -- the interesting, perhaps supernatural kind. Why else would she have that stake? "So what made you stay in Sunnydale for school? If it's so weird? Do you ever feel... unsafe?"