C u r s e d | "I don't need your help. In fact, I don't need anyone's help."
-in which there was always meant to be two slayers instead of one.
a n g e l - s e a s o n s o n e & t w o
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i n t r o d u c t i o n
Being a slayer had never been a walk through the park. There was always something wrong and we never got a break from it. Although, this time the problem was between three slayers. There was only meant to be two slayers alive at once, but after Buffy "died" at the hands of the Master, another slayer was chosen.
The first girl chosen was Kendra. She didn't last for long, though. Drusilla killed her. But while she was alive, she was a good person. The slayer that came after her, however, was not. Apparently I attracted psychopaths. It was my fault for making the mistake of caring for her.
Faith Lehane.
The girl who managed to manipulate everyone around her into thinking she wasn't a threat, just to side with the enemy and pull multiple attempts on the Scooby Gangs life.
Despite knowing that she fooled everyone, I still felt an extra twinge of embarrassment. I was around her more than anyone else, I was closer to her than anyone else, and yet I still couldn't figure it out. It was right in front of my face the entire time. Call me prideful, but I couldn't stand the fact that I was able to be bested by the fledgling slayer. Especially since I've been a slayer longer then Buffy or Faith. I should have known better.
But I did now, and I needed retribution.
"How is he?" Willow asked Buffy as we all sat in the science lab. Oz was currently looking through some book to find a cure for Angel. Faith shot an arrow laced with poison through his shoulder, and let's just say the odds weren't exactly in his favor. Buffy's silence to the question only proved it further.
"Hold it," Oz spoke from behind his book, saving Buffy from a question I'm sure she didn't want to answer. During my time here in Sunnydale, I'd grown surprising close to the people standing in the room with me.
I enjoyed Oz's laidback attitude and altogether calmness during any situation. It was impossible to dislike Willow, even if I had wanted to. And I enjoyed watching Xander squirm every time I playfully flirted with him. Then there was Buffy. I think it was just easier to be her friend since she was the only other person in the world (aside from Faith) who understood what it was like to be who we are. For a while I was closest to her in comparison to the rest of the group.
At least until Faith arrived.
"You got something?" Xander asked, sitting up straighter with suspense.
