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Post by Faith Lehane on May 9, 2011 3:46:09 GMT -5
It had been a rather full-on week, and for Faith, that really was saying something. With everything that had happened, it had forced her into retreat in her small, yet oddly cosy apartment. She really couldn't deny the vampires the credit of creating one hell of a mess for her, which she really didn't want to find herself in the middle of. But oddly enough, she always found a way to wind herself into a mess involving vampires. It wasn't that she didnt' like them, because she didn't. It was just that she was trying to enjoy life. And sure kicking vampire booty on a nightly basis was a blast, for her, it wasn't enough. Even that was odd for Faith. She had usually enjoyed a whole lot of vampire ass kickin', but it just appeared even too much for her, this week. So vampires were trying to "kidnap" her in order to use her for an old vampire named Drusilla so she can drink her blood and become strong again? It was crazy! And she wasn't ready to go down yet. She still had a lot more to do with her life. And after experiencing first-hand what the vampires in Sunnydale were truly capable of, she realized she had a lot of work before her. More than she ever realized. She only expected common vampire thugs in Sunnydale, after all.
Sitting on the side of her bed, she sighed, looking up at the cheap mirror across from her. She did have a few minor broises from the battle with Angelus. It was the most full-on fight she had ever been on, and she was lucky to have survived. She realized that, especially since she had fought powerful master vampires like Angelus before. Though at the same time, she enjoyed the fight and every blow she landed to the smug man's face, because he deserved each and every one of them. It was a thrilling fight, so intense and almost bone chilling at the same time. She was definantly ready to go for round two, and finish the job this time. The only reason Angelus was still alive was because she let him go, seeing rescuing her friends as more of a priority. And that went so well, didn't it? Xander was now a vampire, and nearly killed her long-time friend Jesse. She felt extremely guilty, and really felt sympathy for Willow and Jesse. Even that was new to her. She hadn't really felt much for anyone for the majority of her life, because it was how she grew up, not feeling. And when she begun having these feelings, she dreaded them and how powerful they were. It couldn't stop going through her mind on how she could've saved Xander, who she oddly does consider a friend despite the short time she knew him. Now she had to watch him as something no one wants to wake up as. It was a sickening and scary thought.
She was also angry, full of rage for letting him down. She didn't just let Xander down, she let Jesse, Willow, everyone down. Xander's parents, his family, friends, everyone. It was amazing how much one mistake can cause so much impact. She promised herself when she saw Xander, that she would save him from this by ending it for him. She knew deep down its what he would've wanted.
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Post by Caleb Branshaw on May 10, 2011 10:33:00 GMT -5
Caleb scanned the little shops and residencies of the small town. It was quite a difference from Chicago, that's for sure. He was a big city kind of guy. All his life he lived in a big city whether it be with Cale or finally on his own in Chicago. This Sunnydale was a great change for him, and he was actually starting to enjoy living here a little. He'd only been here for 2 weeks and he'd had more action slaying wise than he'd had in a long time. And now that he and Faith had faught alongside eachother, he assumed she trusted him enough to let him in a little. Which was why he was going to her apartment at the moment. Well actually it was to see if she was alright. The last time he had seen her, they had split up, him taking Willow and Jesse to safety and Faith, Wesley, and Cordelia scouting for the other hostages which eventually lead her to Angel. He was still kicking himself for letting her go for him on her own. I mean yes, Wesley would be there, but he didn't seem like the fighter type...well good fighter type anyways.
If he hadn't remembered that he and Faith had stopped to get supplies before they headed to retreive the hostages he would have never known where she lived. Yet he still knew she wouldn't come to him, so he decided to come to her. He had to make sure she was safe still. She obviously was, because the Powers That Be hadn't showed up and exhiled him from his duties yet, but for some reason he just wanted to make sure. Just to....just to see her again. At this moment he felt a little more than just his duties. Maybe it was because she was the only girl in his life at the moment which caused him to feel over protective of her. Yeah, that was probably it. The last girl he had to look out for was Mina which was quite awhile ago. So that would make sense.
Caleb reached Faith's apartment complex. It wasn't the nicest apartments in town that was for sure. It just looked...dirty. Somewhere Faith shouldn't have to be. Caleb stepped up to the door which he thought was hers, glanced both ways to see if anyone was lurking, and then knocked.
Not only did he want to make sure she was alright, but he also wanted to see where she stood emotion wise. He couldn't believe she actually worked with him to begin with and then went with Wesley, her watcher? Definitely something unexpected. He assumed she would want to do everything herself. Had she finally realized this is more then she can handle on her own? He had hoped so. Caleb waited for her to answer the door.
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Post by Faith Lehane on May 10, 2011 11:01:53 GMT -5
Then there was a knock. Who was knocking? The only person it could really be, was the obnoxious landlord. She hadn't forgotton to pay the rent for the month, had she? She knew she was having difficulty keeping up with the payments, and was evidently falling behind, but even for this landlord it seemed rather unexpected for him to rock up at her door now of all times, and at this hour. The only other person she could think of was Wesley. Honestly, thinking about the conversation she'd be having with Wes, she would actually prefer the raging and obnoxious landlord barging in and demanding payments. At least she'd have an excuse to throw him through the wall, or something else fun like that.
But it was never of the two expected guests, it was Caleb, the man who had been 'watching her', with that term being used rather lightly. She couldn't deny the brief admiration she was feeling towards him for continually harrassing her about her destiny and who she was, but at the same time, it was also rather frustrating and was beginning to become rather repetitive. Looking up at the man, who was taller than her, she smiled softly, admiring his angel-like face, which looked rather soft, yet very masculine at the same time. His eyes gleamed, looking more beautiful than she had ever seen them look. And then there was his physical attributes...Strong build, looking very 'manly'. Faith did like that, as it really seemed to be the only type she had really found. She had never experienced something with a man who was interested in talking to her and being her friend. It was still a lot to take in. She needed time, after all.
Placing her hand on the door frame, she brought a curious smirk to her face, staring curiously at the man. "And here I was thinking I was either going to have to listen to the bickering of a British man who acts like he has an apple up his rear end, or an obnoxious landlord wanting a payment due weeks ago. Yet here you are, looking all bright and shiny." He had a glow about him that she hadn't really noticed below. She really didn't know what it meant. It was probably just her 'Faithy' hormones acting on how stunning he was looking. She always had that kind of reaction about men, which wasnt' always a good thing. Sure, all they were good for was the fun aspect, but even that got over-done at times. Caleb was continually pestering her, for lack of a better word, and pushing her limits about what she was feeling and thinking.
It really hadn't taken Caleb long to find where she lived. Sure, he'd been there before briefly when they were getting supplies, but boy did he have a good memory, or what? She was kind of embarrassed, really, him having to see the place she was residing in. It was bad enough imaging how Wesley would react and the things he would say. "Oh Faith, how can I make tea in this place?!" And "what is a slayer doing in a place like this?" These thoughts had constantly passed through her mind, unfortunately. Though Caleb didn't seem like the type to be as openly synical and jugdement as Wesley was, she still didn't want him to see her like this, how she was living. Looking up at him, she once again showed a look of curiosity. "Is there a particular reason you decided to stop by?" She questioned boldly, not really sure what his intentions were. Did he think they would be best of buddies now, or something?
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Post by Caleb Branshaw on May 10, 2011 11:55:14 GMT -5
When the door opened, he didn't really know what to expect, but what he got wasn't what he wanted. Faith was bruised...quite a lot actually. Slayers healed quickly, they really did, but she must have taken a good beating to be this banged up. "Geez," Caleb lifted his hand reaching for the left side of her face where a black and blue bruise resided. Before actually touching it, he pulled away. He decided touching her would probably be an invasion of her boundries so he didn't go any further then that. "Looks like he really got to you."
Aside from the bruises, Faith looked good as usual. Very curvy and attractive sporting her jeans and very revealing tank top. No jacket this time though. Caleb was to focused on surveying her that he hadn't realized how much emotion was surging through her right now. He caught one emotion that was pretty distinct and it was something that made him smirk a bit. He decided not to call her out on it. She still didn't know he had an emotional empathic ability which would probably make her feel rather embarrassed at the moment.
When Faith asked why he was there, he really didn't know how to put it. He had so much to ask and say but he didn't want to be a pest like Wesley seemed to be. So he decided to start with something casual. "I just...i wanted to see how you were?" He leaned against the door panel his hands resting in his jeaned pockets. "Are you gonna let me in or are you gonna make me stand out here?"
While waiting for her reply, something caught his eye. It was something on her upper arm that he hadn't noticed before. A tattoo. He wasn't sure exactly what it meant, but it looked really good on that arm...her arm. His eyes met hers again. "Faith, i'm not a bad guy, i promise. I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. Just figured i'd stop by. I haven't seen you since the fight. And since you obviously have a problem with coming by to see me, i'm making the move." He smiled still leaning on the doorway panel.
His abilities really got the best of him when he was around Faith which he finally seemed to notice just now when his focus began to alter. For some reason he had a hard time focusing on not invading her emotions and feeling them himself. He always had trouble with this when it came to Mina too. She would feel depressed and he would feel it as well because he wasn't focusing enough. Right now, Caleb could feel all of Faith's emotions and he was having a really hard time getting rid of them.
He wanted to tell her to just stop feeling for two seconds so he could catch his barings, but no one can just stop feeling. Even vampires who have no souls. Caleb wabbled a bit against the doorway panel. He reached for the frame catching himself before falling over. He had to think about something else. The worst thing about losing focus was the fact that a lot of times he would act on other peoples emotions which in this case would be bad, very bad. The Powers That Be were watching. He had to remember that.
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Post by Faith Lehane on May 11, 2011 10:23:28 GMT -5
She watched as he begun leaning on the door panel, and stared softly at his eyes as he spoke, still showing curiosity on her expression about what his true intentions were in coming here. He could say he wasn't a bad guy as much as he desired, however Faith had trust problems, more particularily, with men. And although Caleb had those innocent, yet gleaming angelic eyes, she wasn't going to let down her guard and let him into her life in any shape or form that easily. She had been told and stuck with it till this day that men were nothing but toys, and they need girls to survive. Play hard to get so that they think they are having the upper hand, before showing them who really is in charge. Men were fun, no doubt. But anything more than that? She really didn't take them too seriously.
She placed her hands on her hip, glancing up at Caleb with a slight smirk, showing interest in his statement. "What makes you think I think you're a bad guy?" She asked, the smirk withdrawing, now just displaying a look of question, slight seriousness plastered onto her face. She chuckled at his next comment, however. Shooting him a glance, the smirk back on her face, she went on. "Hurt me? You couldn't hurt me if you tried. You know, me being slayer and all." She did hold a lot of pride over herself, being a strong and independant woman. Did Caleb really think he had the power to hurt her, or something? If so, he really was mistaken. She thought it was really stupid, men always using that 'I will never hurt you,' line. Because half the time, well actually most of the time, they can never live up to their own words.
Sure, he might be slightly over-bearing, but he was consistent, and wasn't going to give up without a fight. Sighing, she moved back from the doorframe, allowing him the opportunity to enter her rather embarrassing apartment. Sure, he'd seen it before. But that was business. This was social. Or was it? She really wasn't sure, and wasn't sure on what he thought it was. Maybe he was right, also, in regards to her not making the first move. Why should she? "Yeah, just been slightly busy with things lately. Hectic week." He probably wouldn't believe that, but whatever? She then watched as he nearly fell, before grabbing the door panel. She looked at him in bewilderment, though also a hint of confusion at what had just transpired. She sighed. "If that was some attempt at securing a way into my apartment, gotta try better than that." But she did feel slightly defeated. He did help her out in the whole crisis earlier this week, so in many ways she owed it to him to hear him out. "Come in," she added softly, before turning around and walking further in, waiting for him to join her.
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Post by Caleb Branshaw on May 11, 2011 17:51:19 GMT -5
"Nah i'm just a little dizzy that's all," Caleb lied. He hoped he sounded convincing. As she turned away Caleb took this opportunity to regroup. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply and exhaled silently clearing his head. When he opened his eyes he pushed off the doorframe feeling actually refreshed and focused again. "And i don't know, maybe because you look at life as if everyone around you is out to get you," Caleb answered her question being completely honest. Well at least that is what he thought. He smirked. "And believe me, you may be the slayer, but i can throw a few good punches here and there."
As he walked deeper into her apartment, he scanned the residence. "I've had a lot of practice," he continued. Her apartment was small...very small compared to his apartment and very messy too. Of course he wasn't going to say anything though. It was all she could afford. He wasn't even exactly sure how she was affording it now with no job or anything. He didn't even want to think about that.
Caleb made his way to a leather couch that sat against the corner. It was big enough for two people to sit down. He decided this would be the better choice aside from the bed which was the only other place to sit. He took off his black leather jacket revealing his plain white t-shirt. He laid it on the arm of the couch and sat down. Surprisingly it was very comfy. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and his hands connected infront of him.
"So, speaking of this apple reared British man. Have you spoken to him since the fight?"
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