Title: HMD
Rating: Let's go with R.... For language.
Dedication: To Liz for being my beta and a friend, to my chica Babs, cause without her I wouldn't have a title or some of the names...Oh and she's my homegirl, yo :P. And to Angie, cause she's my bond girl :P
Summary: Buffy and Faith lead a gang that's rivals with Angel and Spike's gang. They have to merge and wackiness ensues. There's more to it.
Setting: Hackney, England.
AN: Yes, I know I rambled somewhere...
~ Chapter One ~
Buffy Summers sat at her vanity table calmly scrutinizing her reflection. Her long, honey-blonde hair was curled and framing her face, giving her a slightly angelic look.
"You ready yet B," her sister's voice snapped her back to attention.
Buffy turned around and stared at her sister, taking in her scarlet leather mini-skirt and form-fitting leather vest. "Are you even wearing anything under that Babs?"
Her brunette sister stomped angrily, "Damn it, how many times do I have to remind you that my name is Faith now?"
"Five thousand and nine?"
Faith allowed a small smile and noticed her younger, innocent sister was wearing what she referred to as the blonde's "come-fuck-me" clothes. "Well, I'm not the only one who's planning on looking for action."
"What," Buffy glanced down at her black leather pants and mid-riff shirt. "It's a look," she defended weakly.
Faith smirked. "Right B."
She sighed and linked arms with Faith, pausing only to turn off the light.
*****
Her hazel eyes scanned the tables of the Bronze for familiar faces. A smile lit her face as she quickly took her sister's hand and began dragging her down the metal stairs.
"God B! Will ya slow down," Faith struggled to keep her balance.
"Well, *F* we covered this. Remember all the times we flaked on them?"
"Yeah," she fluffed her hair a little and tried to shoot 'come-hither' looks at every male she passed despite the fast pace.
"Hey guys," Buffy stopped in front of their usual table, out of breath.
They all looked up in amusement as their leaders sat down. "Where's Heather?"
"She isn't here? She must be with that dude," Buffy dismissed once the initial worry passed.
Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched.
*****
From the shadows in the corner he watched her with her friends. It was his job to know all about them. The most dangerous girls in Hackney, which did really say something. A small smirk slid across his face.
Buffy, the deceptively innocent one. He had to admit that she didn't look like the threat she truly was. Her blonde hair glowed in the club lighting, emphasizing her gold-flecked skin. How she and her sisters had gotten that tanned he'd never know.
Her sister Faith sat to her right. They were almost opposites. Buffy was morning and Faith was night. Her dark eyes were covered in grayish brown eye shadow, giving her a mysterious look. She was beautiful; there wasn't any doubt about that, he thought as he leaned forward to take in more of the scene before him.
Faith was the wild child. Always leaping into any fight, or bed, she came across. "Faith" wasn't even her real name but that was a secret that only Buffy and their other sister knew.
Next to Faith was Fred. Winifred from Texas. How very droll, he sighed. She was one of the least interesting of the girls. Fred flipped her long, wavy brown hair out of her face and took a drag from Faith's cigarette. Her Texas drawl and peaceful, angelic face she didn't project the same type of danger the majority of the others did. She did, however, know how to protect herself, which meant carrying around a revolver she had named "Old Rusty." A name no one understood since it was new and she hadn't used it yet. Yanks, his eyes rolled.
Faith leaned over, giving several people an eyeful to hear what Kendra had said.
Kendra was strong and invaluable to them in their fight for Hackney. Well, England but Hackney was enough for now. Her Jamaican accent made her voice recognizable.
Faith and her had never gotten along. The sneer that crossed Faith's face would have made it clear had he not already known. Kendra was a follower, Faith a leader. Buffy had refused Faith's decision to get rid of Kendra, a reliable thinker equaled useful in her mind.
He knew "his girls" and soon they'd know him. He chuckled and left quietly.
****
Buffy felt someone tug lightly on her arm. "Yeah Angie," she focused her attention on her best friend.
Angie tilted her head toward the door, her slightly curled chestnut brown hair bouncing, "Look who's here."
"Shit," Buffy mumbled and kicked Faith's leg.
"Fuck! What," irritation the only emotion in her voice.
"Look who decided to show their faces in our club."
She turned to look. "Assholes," her voice raised angrily.
There in the doorway stood the worst vision possible...Angelus and his friends. The only real competition around. Buffy scoffed and turned her attention to the vodka that had been placed in front of her.
****
AN: This is my response to Liz's challenge.
Rating: Let's go with R.... For language.
Dedication: To Liz for being my beta and a friend, to my chica Babs, cause without her I wouldn't have a title or some of the names...Oh and she's my homegirl, yo :P. And to Angie, cause she's my bond girl :P
Summary: Buffy and Faith lead a gang that's rivals with Angel and Spike's gang. They have to merge and wackiness ensues. There's more to it.
Setting: Hackney, England.
AN: Yes, I know I rambled somewhere...
~ Chapter One ~
Buffy Summers sat at her vanity table calmly scrutinizing her reflection. Her long, honey-blonde hair was curled and framing her face, giving her a slightly angelic look.
"You ready yet B," her sister's voice snapped her back to attention.
Buffy turned around and stared at her sister, taking in her scarlet leather mini-skirt and form-fitting leather vest. "Are you even wearing anything under that Babs?"
Her brunette sister stomped angrily, "Damn it, how many times do I have to remind you that my name is Faith now?"
"Five thousand and nine?"
Faith allowed a small smile and noticed her younger, innocent sister was wearing what she referred to as the blonde's "come-fuck-me" clothes. "Well, I'm not the only one who's planning on looking for action."
"What," Buffy glanced down at her black leather pants and mid-riff shirt. "It's a look," she defended weakly.
Faith smirked. "Right B."
She sighed and linked arms with Faith, pausing only to turn off the light.
*****
Her hazel eyes scanned the tables of the Bronze for familiar faces. A smile lit her face as she quickly took her sister's hand and began dragging her down the metal stairs.
"God B! Will ya slow down," Faith struggled to keep her balance.
"Well, *F* we covered this. Remember all the times we flaked on them?"
"Yeah," she fluffed her hair a little and tried to shoot 'come-hither' looks at every male she passed despite the fast pace.
"Hey guys," Buffy stopped in front of their usual table, out of breath.
They all looked up in amusement as their leaders sat down. "Where's Heather?"
"She isn't here? She must be with that dude," Buffy dismissed once the initial worry passed.
Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched.
*****
From the shadows in the corner he watched her with her friends. It was his job to know all about them. The most dangerous girls in Hackney, which did really say something. A small smirk slid across his face.
Buffy, the deceptively innocent one. He had to admit that she didn't look like the threat she truly was. Her blonde hair glowed in the club lighting, emphasizing her gold-flecked skin. How she and her sisters had gotten that tanned he'd never know.
Her sister Faith sat to her right. They were almost opposites. Buffy was morning and Faith was night. Her dark eyes were covered in grayish brown eye shadow, giving her a mysterious look. She was beautiful; there wasn't any doubt about that, he thought as he leaned forward to take in more of the scene before him.
Faith was the wild child. Always leaping into any fight, or bed, she came across. "Faith" wasn't even her real name but that was a secret that only Buffy and their other sister knew.
Next to Faith was Fred. Winifred from Texas. How very droll, he sighed. She was one of the least interesting of the girls. Fred flipped her long, wavy brown hair out of her face and took a drag from Faith's cigarette. Her Texas drawl and peaceful, angelic face she didn't project the same type of danger the majority of the others did. She did, however, know how to protect herself, which meant carrying around a revolver she had named "Old Rusty." A name no one understood since it was new and she hadn't used it yet. Yanks, his eyes rolled.
Faith leaned over, giving several people an eyeful to hear what Kendra had said.
Kendra was strong and invaluable to them in their fight for Hackney. Well, England but Hackney was enough for now. Her Jamaican accent made her voice recognizable.
Faith and her had never gotten along. The sneer that crossed Faith's face would have made it clear had he not already known. Kendra was a follower, Faith a leader. Buffy had refused Faith's decision to get rid of Kendra, a reliable thinker equaled useful in her mind.
He knew "his girls" and soon they'd know him. He chuckled and left quietly.
****
Buffy felt someone tug lightly on her arm. "Yeah Angie," she focused her attention on her best friend.
Angie tilted her head toward the door, her slightly curled chestnut brown hair bouncing, "Look who's here."
"Shit," Buffy mumbled and kicked Faith's leg.
"Fuck! What," irritation the only emotion in her voice.
"Look who decided to show their faces in our club."
She turned to look. "Assholes," her voice raised angrily.
There in the doorway stood the worst vision possible...Angelus and his friends. The only real competition around. Buffy scoffed and turned her attention to the vodka that had been placed in front of her.
****
AN: This is my response to Liz's challenge.