FIC: Sundowning- Dust

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

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Sundowning
Dust


"To..mmm..to your health B!" I clink the bottle of whisky off
a corner of the nearby headstone and then lean back and take a long
swallow.

"Aaahhh.." I gasp whiping off my mouth with the back of my
hand. "That burned real good. Want a bit?" I hold out the bottle, no
hand bursts from the ground to grab it from my hand, nothing happens
actully. Not even a wind through the tree. No..wait.. there's a
cricket. I leap to my feet and stomp it.

"No. I suppose not." I mumble sitting back down. "And I'm
guessing the whole 'health' thing is a moot point too." I pat the
grave. "Look at you, lyin' down on the job. Tsk, tsk..yer lowering
your standards B." I shake my head. "What is the world coming too?"

"That's right!" I say snapping my fingers. "The world is
continuing! And why is that we ask ourselves. Because you saved it B!
Good for you. How do I know? Well.." I hiccup. "Scuze me. 'Cause it
says so right here!"

My fingers don't tremble even the teensiest bit as I trace the
carved words on the stone. 'A Lot.'

"This...this had to be Red's..scuse me again..Willy's idea." I
giggle a bit and take another swallow. "It's..kinda sweet actually. A
bit added on to the hokey factor but..nice I guess."

"You better appreciate what I'm doin' for ya B!" I say fiercly
poking her grave with a finger. "I cleaned out what little saving I
had coming to see you. And for these." I hold up the bag with two more
full bottles of whisky. One Black Velvet. One Johnny Walker Black.

I slump against her headstone, using it to support my back.

"I'm not even sure what I'm doing here B. I'll admit that
much." I say. "It's not like we were friends or anything. Oh sure we
had a couple good times, the whole duel slayer thing, that night
out...course everything had to go all poof on us. Me. Whatever."

I sigh.

"And then ye olde honorable mayor comes along. Ah...fuck it.
I'm not in the mood for..bearing my heart. Though..despite all the
knife, gut, coma thing..I still have the scar..wanna see?
Anyway..despite all that..I came B. Okay, I'll confess one last little
thing and then I'm just gonna get good and drunk. I mean..what else
can I do? Can't hurt ya, can't tease ya with innduendos. The dead are
known for there lack of...mmm..temperment. Unless they're undead of
course, then they're real tempermental. You're not temperemental are
ya B? I mean, I'd stake you in a hearbeat if you were..but I'm betting
the 'Scoobs'", I give a snort. "I bet they were _real_ careful makin'
sure you'd rest well."

I carefully inspect the open bottle. A whole third left! I can
feel my mind begining to move around in my head..sorting through
memories..opening boxes..let feelings flow.. I'm begining to feel B's
loss. Can't have that now. No way. Through the teeth, past the gums,
look out Brainy Wainey ..here it comes!

I kill the bottle.

"Aaahh..that was good." I say to no one in
partic..part...special.

I pause. "Brainey Wainey?" I ask myself then give a short
barking laugh. "God B, I have been around you people too long."

I lurch to my feet and look at the empty bottle in my hand.
"Hmmm..all gone B. No big loss, it wasn't very good." I hold it up to
eye level. "May you bounce off the knoggin' of a vampire!" I intone
seriously, lean back and heave it out into the darkness. I lose sight
of it instantly but the whistling sound it makes can still be heard
for a few seconds. I don't hear it land.

Now..now it's silent again. No..wait. Cricket again! Stomp!!

"Where were we?" I say while sitting back down next to the
headstone. "Oh yes. I remember. So..yes.. ah. So. Uhm. I heard about
what happened a week or so ago. I think..yeah..I had just gotten out
of work, didja know I work in a strip club? No, I'm not that hard up,
I'm the bouncer and a good one too, though with all this Slayer bonus
that's not saying much. Humans..feh..you know I can't even hit a guy
once at full strength? I'd pop his head, no I just tap em' and they
fall over. No fun at all..." I shake my head a bit.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you'd dissaprove but hey, I like action.
Since I layed off that 'get some get gone' stuff, and you can thank
Willy for that how she talked me into it even I dunno BUT...it's all I
really got left. So I'm coming home from work and I hear a scream and
decide to check it out. We both know I'm not a slayer officially
but..duty this that..and you can pound on a vamp real good and not
hold back. That's a rare treat for me y'know?"

I reach into the bag and grab the Black Velvet. The Johnny
Walker Black is for later...that's special. I crack the top and take a
sip. A sip, not a chug. Yes, eventual shitfacieness is the goal but
not yet.

"So I go round this corner and I see a vamp about to chow down
on this girl. You wouldn't have liked her ya redhead loving fool, she
was a brunette. Not bad lookin' I suppose. Though it's really hard to
get an idea of some babe's face when she's wearing this expression of
terror. Course I grab him round the neck and drag him offa her. So
he's snarlin, and she's sobbin, stupid bitch didn't have the brains to
run but there's that whole 'in shock' thing goin' so I can't be too
hard on her and I am kinda distracted with fang face there."

I take another swallow. Feel the burn baby and knock those
grey cells on their ass before they start dropping feelings you don't
need on yer head.

"He's all grrr and everything and I yawn in his face. It takes
him a while but he finally catches on that I'm not all 'paralysed with
fear'. So he actaully talks. 'Who are you?' he says. I just grin and
do that little hip shake, y'know the one, made yer pal Xander go all
googley eyed the first time he saw it..anyway.. I do the shake and
smile and just say, 'I'm the Slayer.'"

I laugh a little, remembering Xander's face. Take another hit.

"Now before you get yer panties in a bunch..they did bury you
in panties didn't they?..I know I'm not the Slayer..really..you
are..were..jee..does that mean I am? No Watcher as of yet, eh..they'd
probably try and kill me anyway. SO..I say 'I'm the Slayer' and he
just laughs at me. Which was not what I was expecting of course. It
honked me off rightiously too. 'What's so funny?' I demand and he just
keeps laughing. 'You?' He says. 'The Slayer? Fat chance girly, we just
killed the Slayer two weeks ago!'."

Oh..shit. Some..feelings are getting around the alcohol,
getting a little hard to breathe, got this knockin' on the inside of
my ribs..can't have that. Not yet, later..maybe..not now though. I
take a huge swallow of the whisky..and just to safe I take two more.
Half the bottles gone. Ugh..I'm going to be payin' for this in the
morning.

"I..really felt all cold when he said that B. Still not sure
why though and I didn't pay it much no nevermind at the time. Y'know
me B, I'm not much for hesitation or second guessing. I think I just
jumped him..really carelessly maybe. But he wasn't expectin' it so I
bowled him over. It's kinda fuzzy in my head, or I could finally
getting a buzz...that is one major suckage about being a Slayer, takes
a hell of a lot just to get a mild buzz..anyhoo..So I'm on top of him
and I think I'm screaming somthing like 'liar' but..who knows. I know
I was shouting something cause afterwards my throat was really sore."

I take a deep breathe and let it out slow. I think I
still..yes! I reach in my pocket and pull out a packet of smokes.
Still got a few left and I light one up. "Chill B." I say holding up a
hand in the direction of her grave. "I'll be careful where the ashes
go. Cool?"

"And I'm on top o'this bloodsucker and I'm just pounding him,
and pounding him and pounding..this I'm really sure of and he's the
one screaming now. I never heard a vampire scream before didja know
that? Sure they grunt, snarl too but scream? Well..this one was
screaming. I had him pinned down, stradling his chest and he's trying
to claw me off o'him and I just grab his arms and bend em' back at the
elbows. But he's not screaming yet, it's after I've been poundin' on
his face for a good minute or so he begins screamin'. But..not for
long."

I lean in close and whisper really quietly to her headstone,
like I'm tellin' her a secret..maybe I am.

"I discovered a new way to kill vamps that night B." I
whisper. "I hammered through his face and pulled out his brain..he
dusted underneath me. It was cool!" I pause and consider.

"But..kinda slow." I admit. "In that case slow was good
though."

"Oh..B you should have been there!" I say aloud again no
longer whispering. "It ..it was such a _rush_! 'Member that crack I
did about hungry and horny? This was better..way..way..better.
Like..like..I dunno..a Wargasm! Scuze me for gettin' all creative with
the english language."

I lean back against her headstone and study the sky.
Cigarrete's almost gone and I very delibretly lean away from her grave
and flick it into the darkness.

"There see? Just like I promised." I say leaning back again.
"It was a rush B..and all it took was your life."

"So. To make a long story..less long..I got some cash and
rushed right out here. I'm not sure why..it's not like anyone 'round
here would be happy to see me, cept maybe Willy but I've not seen her
for a bit and it probably wouldn't be a good ti-"

I shut up. I heard something..and it was most definetly not a
cricket. I look around in the darkness and I don't see anything
but..there's something out there. Vamps..I can feel them.

I dash over to the tree and yank off a dead branch, better
than nothing and I for..whoa..now my head decided to start swimming.
Damnit! That was careless of me...this could be trouble!

I move back to the grave..not much better lighting but...

They move out of the shadows...six of them... moving slow and
careful. These are not newbies and things are looking less good then
before. They begin to encircle me..better and better. Figures, Summer
is supposed to be slow but..I just have to arrive on the one night
they tossed out the rules.

My head takes another trip and the world veers away into a
very strange angle. Great.

"Well B." I say to her grave, forcing a smile. "Looks like you
and I may have finally something in common."

"Hmmm..we come to pay our 'respects' to A dead Slayer and we
find a live one." One vamp says.

"Respects?" I snort. "You? Get outta here."

He shrugs a bit. "Polite term for 'descrate' actually, it's
been a slow night."

Desecrate? B's resting place? No fucking way.

"Over my fucking dead body." I say snarling, the adrenlin is
pumping through my system and some of the alcolhol fog fades away but
I'm still not at my best..if I were..six vamps would still be hard.

The vamp who actually bothered to talk pauses a moment.

"In that order?" He asks me with a smile. It's not a nice
smile and I know they're going to jump me any second now. I don't know
what's worse..the fact that I'm probably going to die or that I spent
twenty bucks on that bottle of Johnny Walker Black and it's probably
going to get busted open.

"Faith?"

Oh hell. Great..as if things were not complicated enough.

She moves out from behind the tree that I just broke
the branch off of. She wasn't there a second ago. She's...off.
Somehow. The vamps send my insticts all a'buzzin, Willy, she's making
them scream. She drifts from behind the tree, she's wearing this long
gown, deep red with a even darker red trip. A simple brown belt seems
to be the only thing holding it closed and from the belt dangle a few
pouches of ..whatevers.

"What are you doing here Faith?" She asks me quietly.

Willy is a lot of things, brave, sweet, kind but 'solid' is
not one of them. She stutters, babbles, wrings her hands and, not very
confrontational. I mean she won't run away but she'll be nervous.
Correction..she wouldn've been nervous. I don't know this girl now.
She's not solid either..she's obsidian. She left solid behind a long
time ago.


"Willy." I say between clenched teeth. "Run."

She gives me this very honest, confused look, cocking her head
to the side. "Why?" She asks.

Oh..fuck.

The vamp leader smiles a bit more. "So much for it being a
slow night. You three," He points to the three vamps circling behind
me. "Kill the witch, we'll handle the Slayer here."

I whirl to rush to Willy's side, protect her..do something.
Blaze of glory maybe..even though B's dead, she'd kill me if I let
anything happen to Willy. Course..that's the plan of action. I freeze
up when Willy just smiles at me softly.

Even though there are six vampires rushing at us at warp speed
her hands move slowly, drifting down to the pouch at her waist she
reaches inside and clasps her hand around ths stuff inside.

The vampires are closing..they're gathering around us, closing
tight, they're moving so fast yet everything is so very, very slow. I
bend my knees to jump at them, maybe knock a few down, give Willy room
to run away.

Her fist comes up to her lips and she open her fingers and
blows. These..tiny..particles? Dust? Flow from between her fingers and
float into the night air. Looks really pretty but they don't seem to
do much.

I then hear her whisper. "Seco." There a rapid series of
popping noises and the four vampires moving in on Willy are blown
backwards, flipping through the air and..disintigrating in midflight.
Now there's a lot more dust in the air.

I finish my leap and tackle the two remaining vamps who had
stopped dead at watching four of there number get dusted so
spectacularly. They don't even put up a stuggle as I stake them with
my tree branch.

I clamber back to my feet slowly. Willy is still standing
there, looking relaxed, untroubled...dead.

"What...what was that stuff?" I ask her carefully. Then I
spit, vamp remains in the air..yuck!

"Sawdust." She says simply. Expressionless. No giggle, no
reluctance to make eye contant. Just..here's Willy, the rock.

"Sawdust?" I say again. I feel stupid, I can't stand it when
people repeat themselves and now I'm doing.

"Yep." She nods. "I just got it moving very, very fast. Tiny
stakes Faith, many, many, tiny, tiny stakes." Old Willy would have put
a tiny grin at the end of that sentence, maybe even a small laugh,
something. I've seen more passion in Encyclopedia Salesmen.

I smile..I don't _want_ too but it happens anyway. I choke
down a laugh but it sneaks out around my lips anyway.

"What's funny?" Willy asks me. Not in offended manner, just
one of honest curosity. Creepy, but I keep laughing.

"Nothing..nothing..Willy." I gasp out between laughter.
"You..you just invented the vampire shotgun is all!"

"Oh." She says, her face, her expression don't change a bit. I
laugh harder.

"That's a good name for it Faith, I'll have to remember that."
She turns away. "Thanks."

"Where ya goin' Willy?" Finally got control of myself. God
that was awful. "Arn't you here to visit Buffy?"

"No." She says. "I'm patroling. Just happened to be in the
vicinity. Buffy's dead Faith. She doesn't need visitors."

Ho...ly...shit.

I involuntarily take a step backwards.

"I have to leave Faith. Miles to go before I sleep. You
understand?" She says plainly. Again..nothing. No facial
change..just..a mask. It's a mask. Why didn't I see it before? I was
always so good with masks, stupid, stupid girl, you don't know what
you're getting into!
Oh God B, look what you've done! She's..she's...Willy... I.. I don't..
know what to do!

So I don't do anything.

"Gotcha." I say, I have to force myself to smile now, a minute
ago I couldn't help it and now if I don't...

"'Night Willy." I say, I manage to sound cheerful, I even
wave.

And she's gone.

In more ways then one.

The strength leaves my knees and I collaps beside her
headstone. Buffy's I mean, Willy doesn't have one yet...at least one
in the ground, she's carrying hers though, it'll be earthbound soon
enough.

"You...you..." I hiss at the headstone I'm wrapped around.

The alcohol is failing, it's breaking down..lost it. Here we
go, ready Faith? Emotional maelstrom at three o'clock high.

Cowa-Fucking-Bunga.

"You BITCH!" I scream and slam my fist into the headstone.

Shit that hurt!!

"You just up and leave, run away like a coward! Look what
you've done to her! Just _look_ at her! Not Willy, Willow! Your
fucking best beloved! She's dying! You couldn't have snapped her neck
or something, no you had to leave her behind and let her starve to
death!"

I snort a bit.

"Starve to death." I repeat. "Yeah..I think that's about
right. Starving. For what..well that's an easy one. You. I figure
this, and I'm the last person to know the working of another
person..cept where to hit em' to make em' stop working that is, but..
she's dying. 'Cause yer not here. You..were..umm.. special..the..heh.
Yeah, you were the apple of her eye, the..spring in her step."

Aha, there you are my little friend, come to mama!

I grab the bottle which is still half full and just say
nothing, feel nothing, don't even taste anything as I grab it by the
neck and chug-a-lug something fierce.

It's empty, done..gone. Hey...look a physical example of
Willy.

I hold the bottle up to the half moon over head. Watch how the
light moves through it. Yeah..this is Willy all right.

"See?" I say gently holding the bottle out to the headstone as
if it actually had eyes. "This is what we have left of Willy. A
bottle. Actaully, I'm wondering if maybe she don't have bunches of
this kind of stuff at home. And..and you know what else?"

I hesitate. I don't know what else so...

Oh this is all crap, crap bullshit and more bullshit.

Why the hell am I here?

"Why the hell am I here?" I ask out loud.

Of course I get no answer.

I think about that for a second.

Why am I here... to pay my respects? Did I repsect B?
Yeah..kinda. Grudgingly. To check up on Willy? Well..she had
been...ahem..helpful. Calling her every once in a while. Just chit
chatting. But this isn't Willy, she's someone else. Willy's dead.

So.

I've paid my respects.
Seen that Willy's dead.

Time to cut my losses I guess.

"I'm leaving." I say. I say it proudly, like I'm pleased with
being so capable of just... stopping. Maybe I am.

I bend over and grab the bottle with the Johnny Walker Black
inside. I take the bottle out and hold it in my hands letting the
plastic bag fall back to the earth. An enviromentalist I ain't.

"I was going to do something utterly sentimental B."

I roll the bottle in my hands and trace the gold lettering
with my finger.

"I was going to pour it over your headstone. Y'know, one for
the road, some symbolic bullshit. Stupid really."

I slip the bottle inside the lining of my jacket and flick out
the last cigarette, light it up.

"But I'm not going too." Inhale deep..deep..okay, I see the
blue spots in my vision, that's enough inhaling. Exhale.

Aaahhh.

"You know why B?" I jab the cigarette in the graves direction.
"Because it isn't nesseccary. I'm not with Willy on this, that 'you
don't need visiters' crack. Maybe you do, maybe you don't, what I'm
talking about is that maybe others need to visit you. But I don't.
Yer dead B. Dead and gone and while I'll miss ya..a bit.. I can think
of a lot better things to do with this bottle. Maybe I'll raise a
toast to your memory."

Something's naggin' at me. More has to be said. Mmmm..

"Vio con dios." I mumble around the cigarrette. "Buffy."

And that's about as sentimental as I care to get.

I have a bus to catch.


Authors Notes: Yeah, that was a turn around. But that's Faith eh?