BtVS: "Two Lost Little Girls" (Faith/Dru, R)

[alixtii]

Title: Two Lost Little Girls
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Faith/Drusilla, Richard Wilkins III
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This fic has artistic value (as I believe all fanfic and fanart does) and is thus, in my opinion, allowed under LJ's TOS. Portions of this fic include material which may, however, be illegal to read in Australia. Read at your own risk.
Summary: Two lost little girls have at last found their way.

Two Lost Girls

Faith surrenders.

As her body brings death, her gift, to those who surrounded her, the Slayer gives up control--or, more accurately, the girl gives up control. It is the Slayer who is in charge of Faith's body, breaking necks and spreading viscera, her shiny new knife cutting through the flesh of her enemies, ending human life after human life, while the little girl named Faith lets go in a glorious act of submission.

It is a beautiful sight.

Drusilla does not surrender. To kill, to bring death, is for her an equally glorious act of will and domination, deliberate and controlled. Or at least she is in as much control as she can be when the pixies whisper and the stars sing, when the world is a mirror crack'd to be seen through darkly. Her submission, her surrender, happened such as they were long ago--she had surrendered her weakness, her piety, her life, her sanity, her humanity all at Angelus' knee, letting go as the vampiric demon entered her blood and took charge over her dead body and transformed her into the woman she is today--but today she stands the victor nonetheless, she and Faith, vampire and Slayer, two lost girls who have at last found their way.

Dru hears the sounds of necks breaking; she smells the scents of blood and Faith's musk hanging in the air; she feels the lives of men and women come to their ends in her hands. Every sensation is a symphony; every taste a tintinnabulation. When the fight ends--it was ended before it even began, really, for even so many humans are no match for a vampire and a Slayer--she kneels and drinks. The blood of the fallen is dark and rich on her tongue, with just a taste of pomegranates and buttermilk.

Faith is the only one left in the room alive. She looks at Drusilla, who gives the girl an encouraging grin. Still so lost, this poor little Slayer, so uncertain, but Drusilla will act as her guide, her sybil on the trip through Hades. A golden bough to find one's way through the blackberry patch. Faith is breathing heavy, fresh from the exertion of the fight. Drusilla does not breathe at all.

Faith looks at Drusilla in a way that good pious girls do not look at other girls, and the Slayer wants, the Slayer takes, the Slayer has. Faith rips open the bodice of Drusilla's dress, tearing and shredding the leather and muslin and velvet. She pulls Dru closer, her hands explore the contours of the vampire's body as she grinds her body against Drusilla's with a frenzied enthusiasm.

"My little girl," Drusilla whispers into Faith's ear, and the Slayer abates, the little lost girl left in the vampire's strong arms. "Such a good little girl."

. . .

"Now, girls," says Richard Wilkins III (a thing is always identical to itself, but may have a different name) as he enters the room followed by his highest advisors and administrators and mercenaries and minions. Some have fancy titles, words of power that give them authority over other men: Superintendent of Schools or Deputy Mayor or Commissioner of Public Works. Others work in the shadows, secretly and unnamed: the mayor's personal sorcerer, his liaisons to the various vampire gangs, the town soothsayer. He has brought them to demonstrate to them what happens to people who displease him, to show off his new weapons, these two lost little girls each with her own drive to kill. "You did an excellent job retrieving the Blade of Breknighl for me, but don't you think such displays of affection are just a little unseemly for public?"

Faith is about to point out that they were not in public before the Mayor entered with his lackeys, but he keeps on speaking as he bends down to pick up the Blade, pulling out a white cloth so he doesn't have to touch it. "And really, Faith, I understand that experimentation is natural at your age," he adds. "But a vampire? I'm going to tell you the same thing I told your friend Buffy--"

Faith arms shoots outs and grabs the mayor's wrist, twists it around and pushes it back toward him, forcing the blade of the Blade into his abdomen. He keels over, crying out in pain, and a beam of light bursts out of him where the cut was made.

"See, I'm guessing the reason why you were so anxious for us to get that Blade thing for you was because it's one of those things that can still hurt you, even with that invulnerability thing," Faith says, as she watches as the light surrounds the mayor. Soon it is gone, and so is he. "And now I'm guessing I was guessing right."

"My smart little girl," Drusilla says with a nod.

"Me and Dru, we're running things now," Faith says as she slips her arm around the vampire's waste and pulls Dru closer to her, looking at the assembled group of the former mayor's goons. "Anybody got a problem with that?"

Nobody does.

Comments

[faith-chaos.livejournal.com]

I think it's kind of disturbing that I liked the ending so much.

:)

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm glad I was able to disturb you, then!

[not-purrrfect.livejournal.com]

My goodness you voice is so nice!

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

Hers or mine?

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Now I'm insanely curious about what's illegal in Australia. :)

Very nice fic. There were a couple twists in it that I didn't expect, including that Faith was already gone over to the other side and that the Mayor was going to wind up dead. I liked it a lot. Any chance I can nab this for Charm School? There just isn't enough Faith/Dru out there.

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you enjoyed the fic, and that it played with your expectations. The Mayor's death sort of surprised me too, actually.

Of course you can archive it at Charm School; I'm in agreement that there isn't enough Faith/Dru out there. One of the things I loved when I began plotting this fic was that where just so many possibilities; I decided to set this in season 3 so I could have the dynamic of both of them being mostly evil, but I could just as easily have written a post-Chosen fic with the two of them fighting mostly on the side of good (the way I have the two of them working together in Dark Champions), or with Faith being good and Dru bad, or whatever shade of grey I happened to want. So many stories just begging to be written!

[zoesmith.livejournal.com]

Wicked cool! I really liked your Dru and Faith voices! And what a great team these two would make!
Well done, I liked it it very much! :)

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

Thank you! The two of them are awesome together, aren't they?

[lavastar.livejournal.com]

I really, really love this. Especially the word 'tintinnabulation'. Awesome. Your Dru voice rocks. We do need more Faith/Dru. There's tons of possibilities with them.

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

I searched for a word to alliterate with "taste" for quite a while before settling on "tintinnabulation," although I do love the word. At my high school, the bells would go crazy at 6pm every evening, an event those of who were in enough extracurriculars to be on campus that late would call "the tintinnabulation of the bells" (although of course that is redundant).

I'm glad you liked the fic!

[spikendru.livejournal.com]

Oh, I liked this! And now I'm dying to know which part of the fic may be illegal in Australia! *eg* Bet it's the tinkling bells sound of tintinnabulation, right? And I would love to see how things go with Faith and Dru running them! Any chance of a sequel?

Very cool.

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

Frankly, this 'verse is just too cool not to revisit. I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Faith's age in season 3 is unclear; my personal canon has her being seventeen.

[spikendru.livejournal.com]

Well that makes sense - I think it was given that she was younger than Buffy, and apparently hadn't had her Cruciamentum yet, so 17 in S3 is probably correct.

[sheepfairy.livejournal.com]

I love this so much! The language is beautiful, and so well-suited to Drusilla, and I just love how she sees the comparisons between the two of them. I think I enjoyed Faith the most when she was being evil, and this fic just revels in that thanks to Drusilla's influence.

And I love the ending so much!

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it. These two really do have so much chemistry with each other; it's a shame they never met in canon. (But then, there are so many characters in canon I wish Dru met!)

[dreamincolor.livejournal.com]

I loved this. Your writing style is simply beautiful, and the twist at the end was clever. I've never read anything Faith/Dru before, and I've come to the same conclusion as everyone else who's commented: there should be more.

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

Thank you!