Disclaimer: Faith isn't mine. If she were, I'd likely be
cuffed to the bed right now. All hail the great and mighty
Joss for creating the baddest grrrl I've lusted after in a
while, and The Creatures for the title.

Rating: R

Spoilers: Graduation Day pts 1 & 2, which I'm sure
everyone's seen by now.

Summary: inside Faith's mind

email: chbkamen@optonline.net

feedback: yes, please, I need to know if this is utter crap
or not. ^_^ But please don't email me complaining about
the odd punctuation and capitalization; it's all purposeful.

author: cheebs!

Splinters : Prettiest Thing

goddamn prissy pretty-in-pink goody-two-shoes perfect
little BITCH.

SHE tried to KILL me. ME. with MY knife. and now i'm stuck
inside my own head, in this bizarre little world that i must
have created sometime between Kakistos and Angel.

won't last. i'm BETTER than this. better than HER. BETTER
than her perfect eyes (full with hunger), better than her
perfect hair (floating over and around her as i throw her
to the bed), her perfect lips (crushing against mine), her
perfect tits (heaving with shallow breath as my fingers
plunge to her hips' rhythm), her perfect legs (clamping on
my hand as she screams my name) her perfect ass (marking
where my nails dig in to keep her still).

I'M. BETTER. better than the whole of her being (pressing
naked against me as i devour her crushed-berry lips...her
creamy but fang-scarred neck...her hardened pink nipples,
one at a time...suck on them 'til she cries out and pushes
my head down...nip at her taut belly on the way to the neatly
trimmed dampening, darkening blonde curls...)

...the fuck? where did THAT come from?


i'm going to prove it when i wake up. i'm gonna leave this
place and go in her bedroom window -- when she's awake, of
course, 'cause i ain't a coward -- and i'm gonna get my
knife back from the little bitch and run it all over that
little (sexy) body of hers...stand over her and laugh as the
blood covers her (hugging every curve)...watch the
perfection wash away in a river of of red, turning her (spun-
gold) hair to matted crimson...listen to her beg (me to enter
her)...won't help. she'll be MINE (body and soul and mewling
and writhing on my fist...).

shit. not again.

god, i hate her. it's not bad enough she put me in a COMA and
invades my DREAMS, but she has to fill my every THOUGHT too?
(especially when she should be filling something else.) what
i wouldn't give to die right now just so i can stop THINKING about
her (hungry eyes and pouting lips and spun-gold hair and perky
tits and...)

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (her!)



then again...maybe fucking B wouldn't be such a bad thing. she's
one hell of a hottie when she's not being little miss righteous

bet she doesn't know i saw every time she stared at my lips, like
they were the biggest thing in her world. dunno, maybe they were.
maybe a few times she wanted me as bad as i wanted her. maybe she
still wants me that bad. not like i give a shit what the cunt wants;
any chance of that ended with the KNIFE in my gut. (should've been
her fingers in yo - my hot, wet pussy.)


that's real fuckin' interesting...i don't usually have PRONOUN

(*giggle* you sound like daffy duck.)

...i also don't GIGGLE. i NEVER giggled in my whole LIFE.

(was there ever anything to giggle about?)

shut UP! WHY the FUCK are you in my HEAD?!

(it's the only way i can talk to you.)

(i miss you.)

I don't miss YOU. i just miss the little things in life, like

(uh huh. *smirk* you can't lie to me anymore. how much longer
are you going to lie to yourself?)


(what, no smartass remark?)

...go 'way.

(i have to anyway; it's almost time for me to wake up.)



aren't you GONE yet?

(...wake up soon, so i can teach you to giggle...and you can make
me purr.)




...B? Buffy?



B...i'll take you up on that real soon.