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Title: In the Still of the Night
Faith's POV
Faith sighed restlessly against the lumpy pillow that had seen better days. God, she would kill for a cigarette. One more moment spent with the little do-gooders and she would go crazy. She sat up, looking around the room full of sleeping girls. Spike would have smokes…maybe something more. She couldn't understand B's problem with the souled vampire. He had no gypsy curse like Angel, if someone like that, wanted her, she would jump him in a heart beat. Faith smiled to herself, well B waste not want not , she grinned as she made her way to the basement door.
Spike's POV
Spike sat up on the narrow cot, giving up all pretence of sleeping. The house was silent for a change, all the girly squealing had slowly died down. He fumbled about for his smokes, locating them under his pillow. He froze, hearing the creaking of the basement stairs; it was her, the other less retentive slayer. He could smell the lingering scent of tobacco on her. He lit his cigarette as he waited for her to reach the bottom. Watching as she slowly made her way over to his bed. “Wondered when you'd show,” “Did you doubt it?” she replied. |