Title: Revenge? Not So Sweet... Especially With a Needle In Your Neck
Author: Cat
Rating: pg-15 ish
Pairing: Faith/Wesley scene
Notes: This was in response to  Inspiration challenge #35.

Warning: torture of sorts, I guess season one Angel? and uh, no title
for it for now...

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She'd meant to teach him a lesson. To make him pay for trying to get
her back to England to pay for her crimes, ambushing her. But while
she'd teased him with the five basic tortures.. with him tied up to a chair,
he'd somehow managed to loosen the rope's hold.

She turned her back to heat up the point of a shard of glass by
dipping it into some boiling water, imagining how his eyes would
widen with terror as it carved and seared along his bare chest. A
little bit sick in her stomach at the picture, she pushed the
feeling away. That didn't matter, guilt... didn't, not mercy.. She
was *bad*.  Badd... the glass bit into her palm... Bad...

She sunk deeper into the dark mud stirring inside her and was about
to turn around when she felt the jab of the needle in her neck.
Fluid that numbed her body immediately, sapping her strength, flowed
into her skin before she could do more than twitch. His voice was
in her ear, it was a hard voice she'd never have expected from him.
Confident, not measly, with a bit of the taste for vengeance ringing
in it, dark... and for the first time in a long time, Faith was
scared.

"You made me fail, Faith. I was, AM, your watcher, no matter what.
I've been through more than you've thought, slayer. I don't like to
fail. Think of the tests slayers go through... now think of what a
Watcher, the teacher of a slayer, goes through. It's not all books."

As Faith's body dropped to the ground, she could still hear him. He
dragged her along the wooden floor into the living room. She had
imagined his eyes would be hard as he straddled her stomach, but
they were remorseful, sad, and they hit her in the gut.  "We'll work it out together Faith... Life's a fucked up place, it's dark, it's
sad, but you'll see that sometimes, it's worth it. Sometimes...
don't cry Faith," she hadn't noticed the fact that she was, and
couldn't stop, " you'll be able to struggle against me in just a
bit, beat me down, beat yourself down till the black inside bubbles
up and spills out. I'll be here when it's lying in a puddle at your
boots and you're scratched and bare." Wesley smirked almost fondly
at her and tugged at the bottom of a long brown strand, "Angel will
be here soon, you can  beat him up along with me, so
I'll still have the strength to take care of you later on."

 Faith knew he didn't mean killing her. Inside, her stomach quivered.

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