Ranked #2 in Buffy. After Faith wakes up from her coma with amnesia, she attempts to put her life back together again. Buffy is forced to try and help.
"Come on Faith, fight back. It's not any fun unless you fight back."
"I'm not gonna fight you Buffy."
She's finally backed up against a wall and I pin her against the wall with my forearm across her shoulders.
"That's too bad cause I'm itching for some good old fashion violence."
I feel her knife in my hand. I put the bloodied knife to her throat.
"Or maybe I should just put you out of your misery. The way you put Riley out of his."
Her expression hardens but the tears keep streaming down her face.
"If that's what you gotta do to convince yourself you're right..."
She straightens up against the wall despite the knife on her neck.
"Then do it."
I press the knife harder to her neck and stare into her eyes. I can see the pain in her eyes. I can hear it in her voice.
"DO IT! If you can't trust me then I don't wanna live. JUST DO IT! Kill me and become like me. But when you find out that I didn't do this, I won't be around to apologize to. I'll be dead cause you slit my throat and you'll have to live with that."
I stare into her eyes in silence.
I... I... I can't do it.
I release some of the pressure against her neck.
Even with what she's done... I can't kill her. I still love her. But she has to pay. She has to pay for killing Riley.
I turn her around and shove her face first against the wall. She looks back at me.
"What are you doing?"
"You're coming with me."
I pull her arms behind her into a double chicken wing pulling it with all my strength. I put the knife in my belt line.
"Buffy..."
"Shut up! I may not be able to bring myself to kill you... but that doesn't get you off the hook..."
I pull her off the wall and lead her to my dorm room.
"You're going to pay for what you did to..."
I look down at Riley's body lying on the floor a few feet away. I loosen my grip a bit as I feel myself start to cry.
"I'm sorry B, I know..."
I pull on her arm in a chicken wing to get her to stop and she twitches in pain.
"I told you to shut up."
I push her into my dorm room.
"You don't get to be sorry."
I throw her face down leaning against the bed and my heart breaks for her.
No... don't let how you feel get in your way.
"Murderers don't get to feel sorry."
I force myself to look away from her as I go over to my closet and take some rope out of my weapons' chest.
She has to pay.
I walk back over to her and she hasn't moved. Her arms are still behind her back. I stand behind her and put her wrists together. I use the rope to tie her wrists together tightly.
"Ow!"
"Oh don't cry. I bet you've felt a lot worse. I bet you've caused a lot worse. I know Riley did, you made sure of that didn't you?"
When I'm sure the rope is tight enough I pull her up off the bed to a standing position. Her head flies back against my shoulder. I feel her hair drape itself over my back and the softness of her neck against my shoulder and for a second I forget, I forget about what she did... about everything and I just wanna be with her. And then I see it. Riley's feet lying there on the floor outside my door. I move away from the bed and push her toward the door.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking you to see Giles, so we can figure out what the fuck to do with you."
We leave my dorm room and head down the hall. I look down at Riley's body as we pass it. She stops for a second and I push her on and we head to Giles'.
I'll make things right Riley... I promise.
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