Chapter 12: Shadows to the Wall
flagged and she had to stop, centering herself before she could hone in on
the Slayer's power echo. That bit of majick
nearly drained her and she had to let go of her woman-shape to do so. Two
blocks away, the Slayer's power pulsed and throbbed like a heartbeat.
With her demon side fully exposed, she felt stronger and the speed she'd
indulged in earlier was back. Quick strides and she was in front of the
glittery motel the Slayer was hiding out in. Gathering her muscles, she
lunged to the second floor and scampered onto the balcony in front of the
"Shh..." Faith said as she stepped out of the
bathroom fully clothed. Wesley stopped what he was doing and looked her up
down, wondering what she was listening for.
"There's something there...." She said, crossing the room and sliding the
curtain that lay across the window to the side. "Well if it isn't our
little party crasher."
Uriah smiled smugly at them through the glass,
her black lips dripping with thick saliva, her purple eyes glowing in the
midnight darkness. "Slayer." The demon said,
her body sliding back into human form. Wesley recognized the pink hair and
his breath caught in his throat as the sliced hands had a gun leveled at
"That's me. Are you going to use that thing, or what?" She asked
nonchalantly, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared through the
glass at the Sister.
A beat and then there was an explosion of power. The glass shattered
inward as Uriah changed back into her demon
form, the gun going off at the same time. Faith ducked the shot and
rolled, hooking Wesley's legs with her own and pulling him down to the
"Get us a car! Meet me in back of that nightclub across the street!" She
screamed in his ear as she rolled by.
"Come back to me!" Wesley whispered to her; her gaze met his for a moment
and she smiled, then nodded. He got up and
crawled out of the front door, past the crouching, scaly demon,
who had her eyes on Faith. He looked over his
shoulder as he ran down the stairs, but her attention had turned back to
the Sister, her eyes hard and her fists harder.
"You going to bring it on or what?" Faith asked
the scaly, purple-eyed demon in front of her. Uriah
threw the gun down and smiled an impossibly sharp smile. "So, you got
teeth where your sister didn't, eh? Big damned deal."
Uriah snarled and launched herself at Faith;
Faith swung her leg out, roundhousing her onto
the bed. Uriah rolled off it and hit the wall,
launching off of it with her powerful back legs. She landed smoothly on
her feet and swiped at Faith. The Slayer jerked out of the way of her
razor sharp claws and grabbed for the tall floor lamp, jabbing the end of
it at the demon.
She knocked it out of Faith's hands and the Slayer grunted as her fingers
stung from the blow. She threw a punch at Uriah
and her fist cracked across the demon's scaly brow. Another kick followed
and yet another punch, but the demon countered, knocking Faith backward
through the shattered window.
Faith landed on the balcony outside and skittered across the pavement a
few steps before her head slammed against the wrought-iron railing. She
bit down on her tongue and tasted coppery blood; she spat it out and her
fists rose in defense as the Sister jumped at her. One strong kick of her
foot and the demon flew over the railing, landing on the hood of a car
Faith leapt to her feet and jumped down after her, booted feet landing
solidly on the roof of the car. "This is fun, ain't
it?" She asked with a sneer, reaching for the demon's throat.
Uriah shifted back into her woman-shape,
making her a smaller target. Faith missed her and
Uriah kicked out her leg, knocking the Slayer off the roof of the
car and onto the dry, cracked pavement of the parking lot.
Faith hit the ground and rolled, coming up on her feet and whirling,
sensing the blow that was about to come. Her foot connected with the
demon's hand and she heard a muffled cry as something snapped. She looked
back over her shoulder at the glinting metal of a gun as it arched in the
air and skittered across the parking lot.
"Lose your toy?"
"Got another." Uriah said, her human lips
smiling despite the blood flowing from her teeth. She pulled another gun
from the folds of her ripped clothing and pointed it at Faith. She had
just enough warning to duck behind the ruined car before she fired.
Faith drew out the gun she'd taken from the demon earlier from its nest in
the back of her boot, forgotten until now. She checked the clip and then
rolled out from behind the bullet-riddled car and fired as she went. A
lucky shot caught Uriah in the shoulder and
the demon went down.
Faith took that moment to leap up and run as fast as she could, hearing a
shot fired at her heels and grazing her own shoulder. She winced and kept
going, dodging the cars that were milled in the street and heading for the
She searched frantically for Wesley, but she didn't see him. She hazarded
a glance behind her saw Uriah struggling to
her feet. "Shit. Where are you Wes?" She hissed as she ducked into the
nightclub, pushing past a group of ravers.
If the music was loud from outside, it was deafening in here and she was
hit with waves of sound and bodies. Everywhere ravers
dressed in brightly colored outfits waved glowsticks
and danced out of sync to the beat. She rolled her eyes and went for the
back exit, hoping to find an alleyway out of there. She hoped to whatever
God was listening that Wesley was out there.
Uriah was losing and she knew it. But still
didn't mean she was giving up. Right shoulder uselessly hanging at her
side, she used the only bit of power she had left to change back into her
woman-shape. She watched the Slayer disappear into the crowded nightclub
and knew she'd never have a chance of finding her if she looked like a
demon. That meant she couldn't track her using her power echo. But some
things couldn't be helped.
She crossed the street, hand pressed to the wound on her shoulder. She
entered the club, her gun tucked in the folds of her shirt. Three shots
left and it'd be useless. Three shots was all
Faith peered into the darkness and found the back door, pushing a
spiky-haired raver out of the way as she
opened it. He screamed something at her, but she ignored him and entered
"Fuck! Damned ravers!"
She cursed under her breath at the milling party goers making out in the
"secluded" alleyway. She searched through crowd for some signs of Wes, but
she didn't see him. But she did catch a familiar head of bright pink hair,
burning violet eyes sweeping the crowd for her.
Faith started and ducked behind a tall guy dressed in leather, cutting off
the stream of obscenities that spilled from her mouth.
Uriah's burning eyes got closer and she looked
for some escape route, desperation making her heart beat a million times a
minute. And then, something grabbed her, pulling her back into a
sheltered, heavily shadowed alcove under the catwalk that ran the side of
"Shh..." Wesley's voice hissed in her ear and
she relaxed in his arms. Wesley turned her, his arms still about her
And suddenly, Uriah's blazing violet eyes
shined into the darkness and Faith grabbed Wesley, her lips reaching for
his. He was too surprised to move as she pushed him against the wall, her
lips crushed to his. A second later, he responded, kissing her back
fervently, his hands running back through her hair and turning her to the
wall, so that the demon couldn't see her face.
Uriah smelled the sexual smell of the alcove
and caught the glimpse of the two humans crushed against each other, just
shadows to the wall, and her eyes slid over them. Not who she was looking
for and she kept moving.
Faith watched her go out of the corner of her eye, half her mind on the
hunt and the other half on the man pressed against her. She kissed him
hard, that half of her mind fully reveling in the fact that her stuffy
Watcher was a hell of a good kisser and he knew what to do with his
tongue. A moment later though, he pulled back and let her go, leaving her
feeling a bit...frustrated that the moment was over so soon.
"She's gone." He said breathlessly, running a hand trembling hand through
his hair as he tried to avoid eye contact. She frowned and nodded, her
hand rising to her lips to feel the moistness he had left behind. "We'd
better follow her."
"Right." Faith said, grabbing the front of his
shirt and pulling him out of the shadows and back into the throng of
ravers. Across the crowd, she spotted
Uriah disappear around a corner and she
followed, Wesley a step behind.
They rounded the corner and Faith ducked, knowing the blow was coming
before it was given. Wesley followed up behind her and short punched the
demon in the face, knocking her down onto the dirty ground.
"You're like a cockroach!" Faith exclaimed, stepping into the alley and
glaring down at her. Uriah's hand snaked to
her shirt, shoulder protesting as she moved. Quick as lightning, the gun
was brought out.
"Three bullets. One more
than I need." Uriah spat, her form
shifting once more. She fired before they could move, catching Faith on
the shoulder once more. Blood sprang from the flesh wound and Faith
smirked down at her.
"I said you were a lousy shot."
"Warning shot." Uriah said, leveling the gun
at Wes. Faith saw what she planned on doing and she dived at her,
wrestling the gun from the downed demon. Another shot rang off and Wesley
ducked as it ricocheted off the brick walls.
"Wes!" Faith called, tossing the stolen gun at him. He caught it and
kneeled, pressing the end of the pistol under Uriah's
chin. Her form wavered once more and the true demon stared back at him.
"Where are your other sisters?" He asked in a cold voice, the cold metal
pressed hard to her throat.
"I won't tell you. Kill me." She spat, staring at them with pure hatred in
her demonic eyes.
"Gladly." Wesley said, a macabre smile
stretching over his features. He pulled the trigger and winced as they
were both splattered with demony bits.
"Nice shot." Faith remarked, letting the dead demon fall to the ground in
a pulpy mess. "You think this one's dead?"
"I'm fairly sure she is. Not even a demon can survive getting their head
blown off. I don't think." He said with a tilted head, appraising the
bloody mess on the pavement before him.
"I think we should motor."
"Did you get us a ride?" She asked, pulling him out of the alley as he
threw the gun down at Uriah's lifeless feet.
"Yes." He answered with a grin. "You're a bad influence on me, you know
"Good; I'll make a bad boy of you yet." She said with a smile, sticking to
the shadows against the wall. He chuckled and slunk alongside her.
"Perhaps, love. Perhaps."
"I'm sorry Lorne, but I don't know what to tell you. I cannot read you and
find out someone else's path." Aggie said, pushing chocolate brown braids
from her face.
"But I have to know what went wrong. I was so sure!" Lorne
pleaded, his red eyes intense as he stared at
his friend. She leaned back in her chair and took a sip of coffee.
"Things aren't always set in stone. You used to know that better than
anyone Lorne. You've gotten attached to these people haven't you?" Aggie
said through slitted eyes, her smooth jaw set.
"Yes I have. They've been through a lot Aggie and this is going to kill
them. I just don't...Wesley can't be dead. Faith wasn't supposed to do
anything to him." He kicked Aggie's fern off
its perch and scowled at the scattered dirt.
"Tell you what. I know someone who can help you out. He does soul-finding;
I send all my clients to him if they're looking for a lost loved one.
Works every time. He'll find your rogue Slayer
for you." Aggie said as she fished into her desk and pulled out a card. He
took it and thanked her with all his heart.
"Sorry about your fern." He called over his shoulder as he left.