Faith dangled limply from Xander’s ceiling, nearly too sexually exhausted to take much notice of Xander and Anya on the sofa. Anya had finally reached her own limit as well, and now she was straddling Xander’s chest while he slowly licked her pussy, and she licked his cock clean.
Xander’s stamina had been astonishing, even after spending a week with him. He had driven Anya, and by extension Faith, to orgasm after orgasm, with slow, steady, gentle lovemaking. She had lost count of how many times she’d come before she’d felt him gradually increasing his pace until he was pounding hard into her, and coming himself. Faith was surprised that she’d felt that too. Even though it was Anya’s pussy that Xander was coming into, she’d felt the spurting of his jism into her own.
Anya finished her cleaning of Xander’s cock, stretched, and climbed down off him. She padded barefoot across the carpet to Faith, stood on her tiptoes, and pulled Faith’s mouth down to hers for a long, deep kiss. Faith could taste the remains of both Xander’s cock, and Anya’s pussy, on her tongue. Xander followed up Anya’s kiss, with one of his own.
“After a workout like that, I think we could all use a shower,” said Anya.
“You’re right,” said Xander, and just like that, Faith dropped to the floor, her cuffs, harness and dildo, and weighted chain were gone. All that remained were her gold choker, and nipple rings.
While Xander’s shower had plenty of space for two, it was a little crowded with three, and everyone was feeling so satisfied that their play was limited to taking turns for pairs of soapy hands to rub over each other’s bodies, with many exchanged hugs and kisses.
When the shower was done, Xander towelled himself off, while he watched as Anya had Faith slowly towel her dry. “Faith, as soon as you’re done with Anya, I want you to dry yourself, and then get into the living room, at attention.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Faith promptly. Xander nodded, and made his way to the bedroom to get himself dressed for that evening’s patrol.
Faith was waiting for him, naked, at attention in the living room, when he was done. He took a moment to inspect her posture, and could find no fault with it. “Slayer, with Buffy off for the next couple of days, you and I are going to be taking over patrolling duties for her. How do you feel about that?”
“Sir! I’m ready, Sir!” said Faith.
“Well, not quite ready yet,” said Xander. “We need to get you into the proper clothes, first. I was thinking something Lara Croftish.”
There was a flash of light, and Faith was dressed in a skin tight, black tank-top, very short black shorts, and sturdy boots, with a pair of automatic pistols holstered at her hips. Her hair was pulled into a single tight braid that ran down her back.
“What do you think?” Xander asked Anya.
“It’s very butch,” said Anya, “but I don’t think the guns will do much good against vampires. It might also be a bit cool out there now for her to be dressed that skimpily. It would be fine during the day, or in the summer, but the nights are starting to cool down some.”
“You’re right,” said Xander. “I think we’ll save that outfit for some roleplaying, later. Maybe we should try something from the second movie.”* There was another flash of light, and the guns were gone. Faith was dressed in a silver body suit, that hugged her every contour. Her boots were less substantial, with thinner soles, minimal heels, and moulded seamlessly around her feet.
“Bit flashy,” said Anya. “They’ll see her coming a mile away.”
“Right.” There was another flash, and the body suit lost its silver sheen. It was replaced by an urban camouflage pattern. Up close it almost looked like it had been painted onto Faith’s skin, but Xander knew that in the dark, from more than a few yards away, it would make her virtually invisible. It had a high, turtleneck collar, that covered Faith’s choker and its pendant. Xander could see that they were still there, beneath it, but their glittering gold and diamonds wouldn’t give Faith away in the dark.
“So, Slayer, how does that feel?”
“Sir! It feels very good, Sir!”
“Good in a comfortable way, or good in a ‘pinching my happy places’ way?”
“Sir! It is very comfortable, Sir!”
“Let’s see how you can move in it,” said Xander. “Try out some stretches, and some of that kata Giles taught you.”
“Sir! Yes, Sir!” Faith started with some simple stretching exercises, moved quickly into her kata, going through a quick sequence of blocks, punches and kicks. She finished up by turning her back to Xander, bending herself double at the waist, while keeping her legs perfectly straight, placing her wide spread finger tips on the floor, pausing there just long enough for Xander to really appreciate her ass, and the camel toe pressed into the fabric of her suit, before swinging her legs up into a handstand. He looked down at her grinning face. “I can move very well, Sir.”
“So, no problems with it?” asked Xander. “Not too much freedom to bounce, or anything like that?”
“No, Sir,” said Faith. She shifted into a single handed handstand, and lifted her other hand up to give each of her breasts a firm squeeze, and jiggle. “Excellent support, Sir. Feels better than the best sports bra I’ve ever had.”
Xander smiled at her, “Okay, back on your feet.” Faith pushed off into a twisting summersault that landed her lightly back on her feet, facing him. “It’s time to accessorize. First, you need some weapons.”
There was another flash of light, and the holsters were back, but one of them held a mini-crossbow, and the other had a cluster of stakes. Faith had a knife in a scabbard attached to her left forearm, and in the top of her right boot. Everything blended in with the camouflage pattern of her outfit.
“Cool!” said Faith.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit much?” asked Anya.
“Hey, I left out the sword in the scabbard down her back.” There was a flash of light, and Xander could see the hilt of a sword sticking up over Faith’s left shoulder. “Or I guess I didn’t.” Xander considered Faith’s appearance for a few more seconds. “Yeah, I think the sword’s a bit much for a routine patrol.” It vanished again. “There’s just a few more things that she needs.” There was another flash, and a pouched belt appeared around Faith’s waist, and a headset appeared, hooked over her ear. A coil of wire came down behind her ear, and then around her collar before disappearing into the pocket between her breasts that held her cell phone. Xander took a moment to look her over. “I think we’re done.”
“What’s in the pouches?” asked Anya.
Faith pointed to the first pouch. “First aid kit.” She looked a bit surprised that she knew that, as she continued on through the others. “Holy water, snacks, drinking water, multi-tool…”
“Snacks?” asked Anya.
“Gotta have something to keep the evil munchies at bay,” said Xander. He gave Faith another look, up and down her body. “I think we’re about done. How’s she look?”
“Very commando,” said Anya.
Faith pressed her thighs together, and shimmied her hips. “In more ways than one.”
Xander smiled. “There’s just one more thing to take care of.”
“What’s that?” asked Anya.
“Faith’s Reward Ring. Slayer, Atten-tion!”
Faith snapped to attention, and Xander felt a wave of pleasure roll off her. He could get used to this.
“What’s a reward ring?” asked Anya.
“It’s a ring to remind Faith constantly that she is mine, and that I love her.” Xander concentrated for a moment, and saw Faith shudder minutely as her new ring pierced her hood. She couldn’t do more than that while standing at attention. Her nipples stood out even more, through the fabric of her uniform. “It’s a ring that is always going to be with her.”
Xander stepped as close to Faith as he could without touching her, and whispered the same rules that he’d given Buffy for the Reward Ring into her ear.
“What was that about?” asked Anya, after he was done.
Xander smiled at her. “You’re going to figure it out on your own, soon enough. I’ve just given Faith a new way for you to have fun with her. Buffy got hers earlier.”
Xander walked through Restfield Cemetery with Faith. So far it had been an easy night. Just one newbie vampire, that Faith had staked before it had even finished digging its way out of the ground.
They’d started the night with Xander telling her how he expected her to behave on patrols: “You’re the Slayer. I’m just a guy who’s been doing this for a lot of years, Faith. You’ve got to trust your instincts, but they have to be tempered by your intellect.”
“Not much chance of that happening,” said Faith.
“There was a lot of stuff in that stack of paper that I got, along with you,” said Xander. “Including the results of the IQ tests they gave you in jail.”
“I mostly just blew those off,” said Faith, “so my scores couldn’t be too great.”
“You know, some of those psychologists giving you those tests were pretty bright people. They actually noticed that you were doing that, which is why every one of those tests you took, showing you to have an about average intelligence, has got a note attached to it saying that your real intelligence is really higher than the test results indicated. So, anyway, about the Slaying: trust your gut, but use your head.”
“Wasn’t ‘trusting my gut’ how I got in trouble last time?”
“No…I think that was more a case of not using your head. You let yourself get out of control. We should have seen what was happening to you, and helped you reel yourself back, but by the time we did, it was too late. I’m sorry about that.”
“You’ve been talkin’ to B about some of the stuff we talked about?” asked Faith.
“Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have done that, behind your back.”
“Yes, you should have,” said Faith. “You own us. We have no secrets from you.”
Xander shrugged. “You know I’m not really comfortable with the whole ‘owning you’ thing.”
“Too bad, Harris, you’re stuck with us.”
“I’ve been thinking about it a bit, and I think I’ve come up with an idea that will work better for us, especially during patrols. We need a different role model for our relationship than master/slave.”
“I like being your slave, and so does Buffy.”
“How did you like it when I ordered you to stand at attention?”
“That was great!” said Faith.
“So here’s my idea: instead of master/slave, let’s try officer/soldier. I am Captain Harris, and you are Slayer First Class Faith. How would you like that?”
“I think I’d like that very much, Sir.” Faith snapped him a salute. “Slayer First Class Faith reporting for duty, Sir!”
Xander smiled and nodded. “Not bad, Slayer, but we’ve got to make a couple of adjustments. First of all, you don’t salute if you’re not wearing your full uniform, including the cap.” There was a flash, and a beret was added to Faith’s ensemble. There was a curious symbol on the front of it. It looked like a weapon of some sort: a weird shaped axe with a pointed stake at the end of the handle. Xander wondered just whose subconscious had dreamed that up.
“The second thing, is that you hold your salute until it has been acknowledged by the superior officer. Let’s try that again.”
Faith’s hand came back up in a repeat of her salute, and she held it there.
“Almost perfect,” said Xander. He reached out and lifted her elbow a bit. “Lower arm goes out parallel to the ground.” He twisted her hand a bit. “Palm down, hand at just that angle, not quite touching the brim of your cap…” He stepped back a bit, took another look at her, and nodded. “Now it’s perfect.” He raised his own hand in an acknowledging salute. “And our hands come down together.” Faith’s hand came down in unison with his own.
“Though technically, we probably shouldn’t be saluting out here. Salutes can tell any snipers who might be hiding out in the weeds who’s in charge, so we should probably treat all of Sunnydale as a no-saluting zone, and you only salute indoors, when reporting for duty.”
“Yes, Sir!” said Faith.
Xander shook his head. “I can barely remember which end of a gun the bullets come out of, from my soldier memories, but I still seem to remember how to salute. Does that seem fair to you?”
Faith chuckled, “Not really, Sir.”
“Okay, a few more things about officers and soldiers. Officers are in charge, but they tend to be generalists. They’re supposed to know the basics about everything in their area of responsibility, but it’s the enlisted personnel who are the experts. I will always want your advice about any situation we find ourselves in, and I expect you to act on your own initiative. When we come across a vampire, or demon, don’t wait for me to tell you what to do. You’ll usually have to make that decision for yourself. I also don’t want you just charging into any situation, without properly assessing it, first. You better have a pretty damn compelling reason to attack a dozen vamps at the same time. Don’t be afraid to make a strategic withdrawal if the odds are against you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Xander had some more rules for patrolling. First and foremost: no kinky bondage fun, or even much talk of kinky bondage fun. They were out here to do a dangerous job, and they weren’t to let themselves get distracted by that sort of thing. The second rule was to have fun. Not so much that they got distracted from what was going on around them, but patrols were long, and mostly boring, punctuated by moments of excitement, and in his case, terror, so they were good times to talk about stuff, and he wanted them to talk as friends, not as master and slave, or officer and soldier. If there wasn’t any demonic activity going on around them, at that moment, they were just Xander and Faith.
“So, Faith, what do you want to do with your life?” he asked.
“Isn’t that up to you now?”
“Yeah, but what I want for you, is what you want for yourself. We need to find something for you to do while I’m working, and Buffy’s in classes. Do you want to go back to school?”
“I never was a fan of education,” said Faith.
“You got your GED in jail.”
“That was mostly just something to do to pass the time,” said Faith. “Jail was really boring.”
“Still, you might want to look into some sort of career training, or find a job doing something you like.”
“I like working for Anya in the shop.”
Xander stopped and looked at her. “Is that you liking the work, or you, liking the way Anya orders you around?”
“I guess it’s the way she orders me around.”
“I think we need to do better for you than that,” said Xander. “Anya can order you around at home. What did you want to do when you were a kid? Butcher, baker, candle-stick maker? Or maybe a lumberjack, leaping from tree to tree as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia.”
“Not really anything I considered,” said Faith. “But maybe later you can dress me up in the high heels, suspenders and a bra.”
Xander put his hands to his chest. “Be still my heart, first Joyce, and now you!”
“Mrs. Summers in high heels, suspenders, and a bra?”
“Not that!” said Xander quickly, but he couldn’t help remembering that he’d had more than one erotic dream that had featured Buffy’s mother. “It’s just that she revealed herself to be a Monty Python fan earlier today. Maybe we should have a video night, with everyone. Introduce the others to the insanity. Buffy and Dawn didn’t seem to have a clue what we were talking about.”
“That might be nice,” said Faith.
“Might?”
“I think Dawn and Joyce might have some issues with me. I wasn’t very nice to them, the last time we met.”
“I’m sure we can get them over it, but back to what I was talking about earlier: have you given any consideration to what sort of job you might like to have?”
“Maybe something in construction,” said Faith.
“Are you saying that, just because you want to work with me?”
“No,” said Faith. “Working for you would be great, but I think I might enjoy construction, even if I didn’t get to do that. The GED classes weren’t the only ones I took in jail. There was a bunch of vocational training stuff. I didn’t really take any of it too seriously, since I wasn’t expecting to get out, but they helped pass the time. I liked some of the construction trades classes…partly because I got to hit things with a hammer: I found it very therapeutic, but they were kinda fun, too. I liked the idea of building stuff, instead of just killing things.”
“I could talk to my boss, maybe get you a job,” said Xander.
“Working for you?” asked Faith, hopefully.
“Nice as that would be, I think maybe it would be for the best, if you were on someone else’s crew. This would be a job for you, not more of the Reward between us. Would you like that?”
“Yeah, that would be cool,” said Faith, and then she jumped, as if startled by something, and Xander heard a low buzzing sound. “Oh! That’s my phone!”
“There’s a switch on the earpiece,” said Xander. “Tap it to answer.”
Faith tapped her earpiece. “Hello? … Oh, hey B! How’s your mom? … That’s good. … Is there a reason you called me? … No, that’s cool. … It was really nice of him, but what else could you expect? … You did? How’d she take it? … Did you tell her about… No. … Okay. … Uh-huh? … Wow, she took it better than I expected. … Right. You want to talk to Xander?”
Xander had been feeling a bit frustrated, trying to figure out what Buffy had been saying. He hadn’t had a clue after the first exchange, which he interpreted to mean that Joyce’s condition was unchanged. Faith reached up to take off her earpiece, and she stepped closer to Xander so he could take it, without pulling her phone out of its pocket. She hummed her little three note tune. Xander settled the earpiece in place, and wrapped his arms around her. “Hey Buff, how’s your mom?”
“She’s sleeping, now,” said Buffy. “I was just trying out my phone. I called the apartment, and Anya told me you were out patrolling with Faith. So, how’s it going?”
“It’s going pretty good. A bit of a slow night. Just one newbie so far. He was so easy, I think Dawn could have staked him.”
“I, uh, told Dawn. About the Reward,” said Buffy.
“You did?” Xander couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice.
“Yeah. She saw us smooching on the back porch, so I had to tell her something. She was worried that Anya might get her vengeance on, if she found out about it, so I kinda had to come clean about the whole thing.”
“The whole thing?”
“Well, I left out the magic bondage spanking stuff, and the cucumber, but she knows I’m in a relationship with the three of you guys now.”
“And she’s okay with it?”
“Not okay, but she’s dealing. I think she’s mostly jealous of Faith. Wishes she could take her place.”
Xander’s voice jumped an octave. “Dawnie?” He could feel Faith in his arms, trying to suppress chuckles. Of course she could hear Buffy’s side of this conversation.
“Xander?” there was a note of steel in Buffy’s voice. “Are you having carnal thoughts about my little sister?”
“Not at all!” said Xander, much too quickly. “She’s too young! Much too young! And she’s your sister! I love her, but in a totally kid sisterly way!”
“Relax, Xander. I know how you feel about Dawn. I guess the next step is to tell Mom. I think I’m going to do it tomorrow, if she’s feeling better.”
“Do you want me there for that?” asked Xander.
“No, actually, I think it’s best if you’re far away when I tell her. Wouldn’t want her cutting any parts off you, that we’d both miss.”
They talked a bit more, and Xander finished up the call by reminding Buffy that she could have a half hour of play, with all her rings, followed by a good night’s sleep. “Call my cell in the morning. 7AM, sharp, from your bedroom, with the door locked, and make sure you’re using your headset.”
“Yes, Sir!” said Buffy.
“Love you, Buffy,” said Xander. “Talk to you in the morning. Bye.”
“Bye, Xander. Love you too.” Buffy disconnected the call. Xander let go of Faith, removed the earpiece, and gave it back to her.
“So, Dawnie?” Faith asked as she settled it back on her ear. “Isn’t she a little young?”
“She’s like a kid sister to me!” said Xander.
“But…”
Xander sighed. “It’s been a year since you’ve seen her, and I gotta say, very confidentially, and I’ll deny it if you repeat it to anyone, but the puberty fairy is being very kind to her. I’m going to need a baseball bat, to use on the all the guys that are going to be sniffing around her. Buffy’s much too trusting. She doesn’t know what teenaged boys can be like.”
“I wouldn’t count on that,” said Faith. “I’m sure that Buffy has had to deal with her fair share of guys with wandering hands. I know I did.”
“It’s not their hands I’m worried about.”
“Buffy’s had to deal with those parts too,” said Faith. “She can handle it.”
Buffy smiled, speculating about what Xander would be telling her to do in the morning. She was sure she’d enjoy it. Dawn had gone to bed, and Buffy had just wanted to make that one last call, to talk to Xander one more time before she went to bed, herself.
She rushed through her preparations for bed and made sure her door was locked before she stripped off her clothes, and nearly jumped into her bed, anticipating the jolt of pain that would come when her nipple rings appeared. They did not disappoint. She had to grit her teeth to keep to keep from crying out. She grabbed one of the rings, and twisted it, extending the pain, and reaching down with her other hand to finally try out her Reward Ring.
It was even more amazing than she’d imagined. Pressing the ring against her clit sent pulses of euphoria through her whole body. It was the perfect compliment to the pain she gave herself by pinching her nipples, and twisting and tugging on their rings. Her first orgasm came almost right away.
The only problem she had was that she didn’t have enough hands. She wanted at least four. One for each ring, and the fourth to finger fuck her pussy. There was a flash of light, and she froze for a moment, doing a quick mental inventory of her body. Okay…she didn’t feel any extra limbs. She looked down at herself and saw that there was now a delicate gold chain looped through all three of her rings. She took hold of it with her right hand, and gave it a tug, causing it to pull on all her rings. She sank the fingers of her left hand deep into her pussy, her palm pressing her Reward Ring against her clit, while the chain pulled at its hood. It was too much ecstasy. She couldn’t keep this quiet. She rolled over, buried her face in her pillow, and screamed into it.
Xander and Faith continued winding their way through the cemetery, with Xander working hard to find something, anything, they could talk about that wouldn’t give Faith an opening that she could use to shift the conversation back to him and Dawn. It felt good. It felt like the sort of conversations he could have with a friend, without any of the overtones that any talk of the Reward always brought.
Faith was interrupted, mid-tease, by a girl’s scream, and a cry of pain. She took off in a sprint toward the sound, and Xander ran after her. He was surprised that he managed to keep within sight of her for most of the run. Just after she disappeared from his view, he heard a familiar voice saying “Just kill her, already, Harm, so I can have some!”
Xander rounded a stand of decorative bushes surrounding a grave in time to see Harmony on the ground, with her mouth on the throat of some girl, and Spike standing over them. Faith was barrelling toward the three of them, at full speed.
Spike tried to step between Faith, and Harmony and her victim. “Now, just a minute!” He got a boot to his face for his effort, knocking him arse over teakettle.
He rolled back to his feet. “Bullocks! I thought the last of you commando types had left town with Captain Cardboard.” He fended off a couple more kicks and punches from Faith with moves that reminded Xander of aikido. He didn’t strike back at her, he just redirected the force of her attacks away from him. He saw Xander behind Faith. “Damit, Harris! Tell her who I am!”
“Sorry, Spike.” Xander looked toward the girl that Harmony had dropped when she’d scrambled back to her feet. “You just used up your last ‘Hey, I helped you guys out!’ coupon. You’re on your own.” He looked at Harmony.
Harmony glanced toward Spike and Faith. She glanced down at the girl at her feet on the ground. She glanced toward Xander. She ran.
Xander ran after her, but even with the boost in endurance given to him by the Reward, he couldn’t keep up with a vampire. He very quickly realized that he had no chance of catching her, so he gave up the chase, to return to where he’d left Faith and Spike.
When he got there, he saw Spike flat on his back on the ground, trying to hold off the stake in Faith’s hands. Faith’s eyes flickered toward Xander for a moment before they returned to the vampire under her. “Hey, Spike,” she said. “Remember last year, when Buffy told you she could ride you at a gallop, until you popped like warm champagne?” Xander saw Spike’s eyes go wide with shock. “Well, you’re never going to get to feel what that would be like, now… but Xander has.” She shoved the stake home, and Spike vanished in a cloud of dust.
Xander stood stock still for a few moments, and then he giggled. “Woo-who!” He jumped up and down. He started to do the Snoopy Dance, nose in the air, prancing around the cemetery. “Ding, dong, the Spike is dead! The wicked Spike is dead!” he sang.
“Xander?” asked Faith, concern for his sanity clear in her voice.
Xander struggled to get himself under control. “Sorry, but I’ve been wanting someone to do that for a year.”
“Why didn’t anyone?” asked Faith.
“He kept making himself useful,” said Xander. “At first, he gave us information about the Initiative, then he helped Giles when he got turned into a Fyarl demon. His chip didn’t stop him from killing other vamps or demons, so he was always handy when we needed a little extra muscle. Every time we’d start thinking that his vampire nature made him too dangerous, he’d turn around and help us out in some way. I’ve gotta wonder if it was deliberate: if he was always helping just enough to keep Buffy from staking him, while continuing to be his evil self, while out of our sight.”
“Is B going to be upset that I staked him?”
“Not a bit,” said Xander. “Especially when she hears what he was doing just before you did it. By the way, what was that ‘warm champagne’ thing about?”
“Oh, I ran into Spike a year ago, while I was wearing B’s body. We had some words that left him cross-eyed, that I thought I should remind him about. Even a vamp should get to die with a happy thought in its head, when possible, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I suppose so,” said Xander. He looked toward the girl that Harmony had left lying on the ground. “I guess we should take care of her.”
“She’s still alive.” Faith opened the pouch on her belt with her first aid kit. “Heart’s still beating strong.” She pulled out some disinfectant wipes, and swabbed the area around the tooth marks in her neck. “She could probably use a transfusion.” She slapped a bandage from her kit over the bite. “Should we call 911?”
Xander shook his head. “Sunnydale EMTs don’t make pickups from cemeteries at night. They might be stupid, but they aren’t that stupid. You’re going to have to carry her to some place they will come to. The Bronze is only a few blocks away. We can tell them to pick her up there.”
“You’re the boss!” Faith pulled the girl up into a fireman’s carry over her shoulders. “Lead the way.”
They were less than half way to the Bronze when they came across the traffic accident. Xander had Faith place the girl at the back of one of the emergency vehicles, where she was sure to be found. No one noticed Faith. Her camouflage was so perfect that you pretty much had to know that she was there, before you could see her. Xander had noticed earlier that the colours and pattern of her uniform shifted to match her environment, like a chameleon’s skin.
Xander approached one of the cops that he recognized. Not all of Sunnydale’s Finest were deeply stupid. There were a few in town who knew the score, and had survived the purges after the Mayor’s demise. They were mostly cops who had been too junior during Wilkins’ reign to have been too badly corrupted. “What happened?” he asked.
“‘Hit and run,’ is what the official report’s going to say,” said the cop.
“Uh…there are two vehicles here,” said Xander.
“Yeah, but the second one is empty,” said the cop. “Looks like the truck driver panicked after he realized that he’d killed the guy in the other car, and ran away on foot. We’ve issued an APB on him. I don’t expect him to turn up again.”
“Well?” asked Xander after he’d met up with Faith again. She’d stayed out of sight, circling around the periphery of the scene to keep any of the cops from wondering what such a heavily armed girl was doing out and about at night. She recognized a couple of them too, and didn’t want to have to explain herself to any of the cops who might recognize her.
“The truck stinks of demon,” said Faith. “There’s residue on the seat, and the floorboards. I think it died in the accident too, and then it melted.”
“Well, I suppose that’s one good thing that came from this.” Xander watched as Ben’s body was loaded into the coroner’s wagon. “Damn. He seemed to be a nice guy. Dawn liked him.”
“You know him?” asked Faith.
“Just met him, earlier today. He was an intern at the hospital. He kept Dawn distracted before Buffy got there. I don’t know if I should tell her what happened to him, or not.”
“He died in a traffic accident,” said Faith. “Just random shit. Could happen to anyone.”
* I know this is an anachronism, neither of the Tomb Raider movies had come out yet, at this point. Maybe they happened earlier in the Buffyverse.
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