Music makes me whole

[Faith Lehane]

Now I'm not one for karaoke, but hey, I'm not against it. Get a couple beers in me...okay, more than a couple, and I can rock it like nobody's business. I even had a bitchin' song all lined up as I took the stage. I didn't just take the stage, I owned that shit. Rockin' it hardcore, I didn't just belt out the tune like these other whackjobs, I danced while I ripped out the killer tune.

"You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
Then I set fire to our bed

You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
Then I set fire to our bed

My black eye casts no shadow
Your red eye sees no pain
You slaps don't stick
Your kicks don't hit
So we remain the same
Blood sticks and
Sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none

Broke your jaw once before
Spilt your blood upon the floor
You broke my leg in return
Sit back and watch the bed burn
Well love sticks, sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none
A-woah a kiss with a fist is better than none

You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
Then I set fire to our bed

You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
Then I set fire to our bed"

I replaced the microphone as the music died, a wicked smile on my face. As I decended the stage, some random dude came up and handed me a jack & coke. "Thanks." I winked at him my lips wrapping around the straw as I took a healthy sip. I headed back to the bar, drink in hand, while someone else took the stage.

((Song is Kiss with a Fist by Florence & the Machine))

[Azazel]

-moments after you'd finished the karaoke and made your way to the bar you get that sick feeling in your stomach letting you know a vampire is near and,before you can even turn and look toward the only door in or out of the bar,a vampire with full bumpy face,in feeding/fear mode,bursts through the door and immediately begins running from person to person,each person screaming in fear when they see the disfigured face and fangs,and shakes them violently rambling on as he just keeps repeating,over and over,"they keep coming back!""They keep coming back!""Help me!Please!"-

[Faith Lehane]

I was barely halfway through my drink, and I was plowing it down too, when some random vamp busted in on the party. He was crazed, whacked out. I dumped the straw and tipped my drink back, finishing it off before taking care of business. Looks like I was back on the clock. And finally some real action in this joint. I smirked as I stood, turning toward the vamp.

I stalked up to the vamp, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him off the poor schmuck he was screaming at. "Don't you guys just bite people anymore? What's with the crazy talk junior?" I threw him back, away from the crowd, watching as he slid and stumbled to rise again. I kept on him, throwing a right cross as he stood. "What's your beef, anyway? Who's coming back?" He may be yelling for help, but he's still a vamp, and I'm still a Slayer. Another kick sent him to the floor again, and I straddled him, punching his face repeatedly. "Oh, I'll help you. And then, I'll help whoever 'they' are." I figured it was some of his vamp buddies, maybe they were pissed at him. Sure, it could be something else. Maybe a demon, something that'd put up a real fight. Not that I didn't get my rocks off by beating this guy to a pulp.

[Azazel]

-this vampire acts even less like the ones you're used to because,for starters,it doesn't fight back,or even try to,when you beat on it it just keeps taking the punishment,ignoring your questions,and looks past you at the assembled crowd,in thier faces,as though he was searching for something...something that scares him even more than a Slayer.

It's after a dozen punches have been landed by you and his face and body resemble raw meat more than a persons body that I use a meatsack to walk into the bar and up to the nearest person then touch their hand transferring my essense into them and looking directly into his eyes with a smirk as I begin to sing "Time is on My Side" very softly and move from person to person as I do continuing the song with each new meatsack I inhabit while never taking my eyes from him

seeing this he goes into utter hysterics and flails wildly at you trying to run away from me again as he's done for the last week without rest of feeding or a moments pause to catch his breath...in other words this particular bloodsucker is on his very last legs-

[Faith Lehane]

It was so easy for me to get caught in the moment, fists flying, I didn't quite notice how badly I'd beaten him. He was pretty passive, just taking it, not even a twitch. This was a new twist.

I started to stand, slacking off on the beat down, when toothy freaked the hell out. This vamp was so far off his rocker. And I thought I had a good handle on crazy. This dude had me beat there. "Chill! What the hell are you on anyway? Some kinda vampire crack? Had some bad blood?"

He was struggling now, but I clamped my legs tighter around his waist, nailing his shoulders down with my palms. "What the fuck is your problem?!?" He bucked beneath me, but this wasn't the kinda ride I was into. Hey, I like a lil kink, but B's the one banging vamps.

Keeping the crazy damn vamp pinned, I kicked out, my foot connecting to a stool and shattering it. Reaching out, I snagged myself a pointy chunk of stool and rammed it home. Nothing but dust under me now. I stood and brushed the dust off my hands and my jeans. Everyone was looking at me. Oh, great. "Ex-boyfriend." I shrugged casually, heading back for the bar.

[Azazel]

-when you pinned the vampire down with your lags and hands,in spite of his struggles,and began yelling at him he just begins screaming incoherently up to the point where you stuck the slender sliver of wood into his unbeating heart and dusted him,making my eyes widen in surprise...

with the crowd all around me,all murmuring softly all around you as you make your way to the bar,I watch you pass near by the meatsack I'm using at the moment and I whisper just loud enough for you and,maybe,one or two more to hear clearly as I whisper a single word...-

Slayer...

[Faith Lehane]

As I passed by the onlookers, ignoring the strange looks cause hey, I was used to them, one said something I couldn't ignore. I stopped dead in my tracks, and turned at the waist to face him. "Yeah. What of it?"

I gave him a quick once over. There was something off, but I couldn't tell what. "You got a problem, pal?" I turned fully to face him. He was eying me, and not in the 'I wanna get down and dirty with you' kinda way.

Seems I can't go anywhere without running into some kind of bad ass. Either this guy was gonna pick a fight, or try to recruit me for something. That was usually the gig. Or maybe I had a fan club now. But something told me he wasn't looking for an autograph. And I really wasn't up to explaining the existence of vampires to some strange dude in a bar. I'd rather get back to my drinks. Seems I was due for another.

[Azazel]

-not looking away in the least he raises an eyebrow at how casually you're taking being outted right here in a public place and a slow smile spreads on his lips as he decides to elevate the potential for a full blown incedent as he opens his mouth after you answer him and he says in a much louder voice now-

Vampire Slayer.I'd lost track of your kind after the first one all of those thousands of years ago.

-he makes a show of looking you over while he allows his words to sink in to the minds of the people all around us and lets them put his words and your actions together,adding 2 and 2,before continuing on-

So you're the modern version of the Vampire Slayer then?I must say...not impressed.

[Faith Lehane]

God damn I wanted another drink. And I'd get right on that, as soon as Stink Eye here got over whatever his beef was with me. If I had to make him get over it, that wasn't a problem.

"You better watch who you raise your voice to. Where you been, anyway? Under some rock? There's a whole shit ton of Slayers now. Hell, I thought everyone knew." I raised an eyebrow, giving him a smarmy look. Or whatever kind of look that B described as smarmy. I still wasn't sure what the hell smarmy really was. Who uses a word like that anyway, except for the Scoobies.

I cracked my knuckles as I eyed this cocky son of a bitch. "Oh yeah? I can take care of that. I guarantee to make an impression. What's your preference? Fist, or boot? Just give me one reason to beat you senseless and make a real good impression." Looks like that drink would have to wait.

[Azazel]

-the results of him raising his voice and your answer to him,which wasn't what could be called Low Key either,were that everyone around us were staring gape mouthed as they try to wrap their minds around the knowledge that there ARE vampires,since you didn't deny it,believing their own eyes,seeing you dust the vampire and all,and everyone begin shouting,mostly amongst themselves,in excitement and fear while milling around quickly gathering momentum and well on it's way to becoming a full blown mob

while all of this happens he smirks at you and raises his voice over the loudness of those nearby us while casually lifting the persons hand who I'm possessing and touching the back of the neck of a large man,both in height and girth,next to me and leaving the body I'm in to enter the large mans then turning around in this new body and saying-

Oh Really.

-then lifting the meaty hand of the big man and touching the arm of a stunning blonde just past him and away from you then she looks at you and smiles-

How are you going to do that?

-she then brushes her fingertips against those of a man dressed in bright colored clothes who's been talking in a falseto voice the whole time you've been here and he glances your way and says-

when I can do this?

-then the man in the fancy clothes steps to the bar,putting me several feet away from you now,and kisses a dark haired woman in a red dress that's sitting there then he gets a wide eyed look and begins making exagerated gagging noices while the woman turns on the barstool and smiles at you-

Leaving you to beat an innocent person to a pulp with your vaunted slayer strength.

-the she gestures for the bartender,a guy you'd gotten to know a bit as he served you drinks because,hey,he's hawt,and he wanders over then she lifts her glass and hands it to him,her fingers touching his as he takes it,then she looks around with a confused expression while your bartender friend winks at you then goes to fill her drink-

[Faith Lehane]

Alright, so the natives were getting a bit restless, what with all the excitement and all. I shot a glance that roughly canvased the crowd in the place. "Chill, I got this. Or, you know, can't take the heat? There's the door, get the fuck outta the kitchen." Not once did I take my attention completely off this guy. Didn't trust him. Too calm, too cocky. Definitely evil.

I watched at this....thing went from body to body, each one talking smack. Oh great, some kind of body stealing/swapping demon. That left me with a few options. I faced the most recent person this demon dude occupied, who just happened to be the bartender. "Well, yeah I could do that. Seems to me though, that you're just a coward, hiding behind innocent people. What's the matter, can't have your way in your own body?"

This was totally fucked. I wasn't completely against beating up other people, I'd just cut back. You know, since the prison stint. As long as they weren't all up in my face just looking for a fight, I left 'em alone. Otherwise, it was on. Looked like I'd probably need to get the Scoobies on the line, have them jump into research mode, or Willow work her mystic mojo. Something that would enable me to give this thing a serious ass whooping. "Cut the crap, and face me like a....whatever the hell you are." I'd stalked up to the bar, not letting this thing out of my sight, no matter what body it occupied. It seemed to be able to transfer itself through touch alone, even the smallest touch could let this thing go from one body to the next. "While you're back there, I could use a refill."

[Azazel]

-While the "Bartender" was getting the woman a drink most of the patrons of the bar take your advice,or order,and get the hell out not liking the almost subliminal tension that fills the,until recntly,fun place to unwind and get silly as they sing karioke badly.Once about 3/4 of the people in the bar are gone,the other 1/4 too drunk to realize what's happening,the bartender leans forward and smiles at your words this not being even close to the first time someone has tried to taunt him and make him angry-

What's the matter Slayer?Too comfortable with your superior strength and fighting ability?Now sure how to handle someone you couldn't touch on your best day?-he chuckles-To answer your earlier question,yes,I had caught wind of the witches clever little spell that summoned all the Slayers at once but did you,or the vaunted Buffy,ever consider this before doing such a foolhardy thing?Now that all the Slayers are called you're no longer special...point of fact you're fairly common now.As for me facing you?Why would I ever want to do something like that and have a silly physical fight with you?It's be so much more fun to go seek out someone you know and take them over then hurt you that way.Someone like Dawn Summers or Xander Harris or,oh here's an idea,Robin Wood!-when you arrogantly request a drink from him he pauses in his words for a moment then smirks and nods-Coming right up.-taking your glass,his fingertips brushing yours,which causes you to feel a "tug" inside as he attempts to inhabit your body,then fills the glass with what you'd been drinking before,knowing this because he knows what the bartender knows,and reaching under the bar to take out a plasic bottle of drain cleaner and pouring a splash of it into the glass then sliding it across to you-

[Faith Lehane]

Can't say I was surprised to see the place mostly empty out that quickly. Most people got the hell out of dodge when shit hit the fan. And this was definitely one of those moments. "Comfy? I'm 5 by 5, yo. And yeah, superior is a damn good way to put it." Ok, now this guy was really pissing me off. "Uh, yeah, earth to...whatever you are, I'm one of the original Slayers. You bet your ass that makes me special." And to top it off, this guy was threatening my, well, I guess you could call them my friends. Never really had any before, but the Scoobie gang kinda counted.

My eyes narrowed and I leaned heavier on the bar, white knuckling my grip on it's edge. This jerk was pushing my limits. "You'd never get close enough. Nice try though. If it ain't me that puts a stop to your tricks, I'm sure B won't have a problem with it." Fact of the matter is, I kinda wished she were here, not that I'd ever admit it to Blondie.

He poured me a drink, as I'd asked, and slid it to me. What an ass. Like I'd really drink something this guy poured me. "Nice." I pushed it aside, no way was I trusting this body-jumping thing. I reached over the counter and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the well. I tried to chill, whatever powers this thing had, it passed by touch, and he'd just touched me. Barely, but enough to make my skin crawl. At least I was still me, but I wasn't going to take my chances. I'd keep my distance, unless I had to kick his ass. Kind of a given at this point.

I pulled the rubber stopper and it's metal spout out of the bottle and tipped it back, taking a healthy chug. "Look," I said as I lowered the bottle from my lips. "Wanna tell me just what, exactly, you are? A name even? You have one of those right? Save me the trouble of digging it all up." I knew better than to expect him to tell me how to lock him in one body and kill him, but you never know. Some bad dudes liked to run off at the mouth. I hadn't met many that didn't like to gloat and ramble on about how important and evil they are. And how dead I'd make them. Course, they couldn't tell you about that last part when I was through with them.