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Collecting Her Debt
by Ross Meyer Wood (zeustheking30@gmail.com)

***

Faith takes advantage of her new powers - and someone 
else. Takes place before she comes to Sunnydale. (f-
dom/M, nc, v, tv-parody)

***

Archivist's Note: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Faith 
Lehane is a Slayer who was activated in late 1998 
when Kendra Young died at the hands of Drusilla, and 
the last Slayer to be called by the original 
succession line before it was abolished in spring 
2003. 

***

Faith tracked the vamp with the precision of a blood 
hound. The bastard had slipped through her fingers 
twice too many times, and she was damned if he 
thought he was going to get away this night. He had 
managed to get out of sight for now, but she could 
practically smell the direction he had run in.

Turning a corner, Faith abruptly stopped. Suddenly 
her quarry's footsteps in the mud changed direction 
and followed two other sets of tracks. Shit. Either 
he had met up with some buddies or had found a couple 
of live specimens to feed on. Either way, she picked 
up an even more urgent pace now.

She finally caught sight of the monster chasing his 
prey into a house halfway through the stages of 
construction. A woman kept running while her 
boyfriend (or brother, or whoever) grabbed a two by 
four with both hands and tried to buy her time by 
clubbing their undead pursuer on the noggin so hard 
the beam broke.

Faith had to admit the guy had balls for doing what 
he did, though his tactics made it obvious he didn't 
know squat about stopping vamps - hadn't this fool 
ever seen horror movies? Sure enough the demon didn't 
even notice the hit, flooring the guy with the swing 
of one fist and jumping over his prone body to get at 
the dame whom he was more interested in sinking his 
fangs into.

But while swinging a wooden beam at his attacker 
hadn't been enough to stop the vamp, it did slow him 
down enough for Faith to clear the distance. The lady 
shrieked as the demon grabbed her by the arm and 
pulled her toward him. As the fiend was about to 
clamp his jaws down on her wrist something with a 
sharp point jutted out from his chest. As the stake 
withdrew her attacker crumbled to dust and she saw a 
young woman who had stood behind him.

"You okay?" Faith asked, stretching her freed hand to 
grab the woman's shoulder to steady her.

"I think so," the woman babbled as she finally 
composed herself, "Oh god- Franklin!" the woman ran 
to the side of the man that had fallen in her 
defence.

Fortunately for him, the guy was only unconscious; 
when the woman held up his head and cried out to him 
he began to rouse. Faith stepped around to get more 
of an eyeful of this Franklin. He appeared to be in 
his late twenties or perhaps early thirties- and not 
bad looking for an 'old man', Faith thought.

"Oh, my head," Franklin finally spoke. As his eyes 
opened he saw the woman close to him "Celia? That 
thing, where'd it go? What happened?"

"She- She stopped it," Celia turned her head toward 
Faith, and Franklin did the same. 

"Hey. Name's Faith." She stretched out her arm to 
help the guy up.

If Franklin's ego was bruised by a teenaged girl 
stopping what he couldn't, he hid it well; rising he 
met Faith's gaze and said, "I owe you one."

"Careful saying things like that," Faith laughed, 
"Someone might hold you to it." With the immediate 
danger gone, she turned and walked off.

The following days grated on Faith. While she 
revelled in her newfound strength, especially when 
kicking undead ass; she hated knowing her feats went 
mostly unnoticed by the world at large, taking down 
monsters few believed actually existed.

Worse was the stodgy, uptight shrew who told Faith 
the source of this strength- her so-called 'watcher'. 
Always with the lectures on using her powers 
responsibly, and not for revenge or satisfying 'petty 
desires'. Faith chose not to challenge theses tirades 
out loud but reasoned inwardly - at least part of her 
did- that if she was supposed to be some chosen 
protector of humanity, she earned the right to take 
what she wanted from that humanity. And she was going 
to.

On a Saturday, a few minutes short of sunrise Faith 
stood in an alley near the tenement she learned 
Franklin and Celia called home. She had fed her 
watcher some bull-crap about 'just going to check in 
on them' to keep her out of the way, when in fact she 
had planned to do something very different.

After a while Celia came out the of the building and 
hailed a taxi. When the car had gone from sight Faith 
quickly crossed the street and made her way to the 
front doors. Scanning the names above the front 
buzzers, she identified the one apartment whose 
inhabitants went by the first initials F and C; when 
some old lady made to leave the building Faith 
'politely' stood aside, then ducked in behind her 
before the doors could close.

Being in a low-crime part of town, the tenement had 
light security at most; no cameras in the lobby, 
elevators or halls. At the door to the apartment she 
sought Faith looked around to make sure nobody was 
there to catch her in the act, then quickly forced 
the lock open. Nobody confronted her and she heard 
the shower running. A quick tour of the flat revealed 
a photo of Franklin and Celia by a nightstand near 
the bed, confirming she was in the right place.

Faith deliberately left her stake on that same 
nightstand before moving in the direction of the 
sounds of the shower. Sure enough, Franklin's back 
was to the shower stall door, leaving him oblivious 
to her intrusion.

'This is just too damn easy', Faith thought as she 
pulled her shirt over her head.

The warm water surging over him, his eyes closed, 
Franklin drifted off into dreamland. He soon found 
himself imagining, as he had more than a few 
instances in the last few days, getting up close with 
that girl that had saved Celia, Faith. Realizing this 
he suddenly stopped and shook his head, as if trying 
to shake her out of his mind.

He had no idea why these thoughts bothered him; 
plenty of times in the past he had fantasized about 
movie stars or hot models and those had been guilt 
free.

Unable to come up with any answers, he started to try 
to keep his thoughts on something else, to the point 
the didn't even hear the shower door open; however he 
did feel a woman's breasts press into his back, a 
slender hand grip his shoulder and another reach 
around to grab his member.

'Celia,' he assumed, 'Wait- hadn't she told him work 
called and said they needed her in today?' He was 
about to say something out loud then forgot the 
entire world when that hand holding a piece of him 
started to pump back and forth.

After a few strokes a voice in the back of Franklin's 
head told him something was odd. Celia had wanked him 
off in the shower in the past, but now she was 
gripping him a lot tighter than before - not to 
mention jerking him a lot more roughly than she used 
to. He hadn't a clue what brought about this change 
but he couldn't argue it worked; when those fingers 
finally brought him past the brink he had to reach 
out and brace himself against the stall paneling to 
stay upright.

"Damn, girl," he moaned, his free hand taking hold of 
the one that been stroking him, "You... are a-
animal." He took a couple of ragged breaths, "But I 
thought you had to go into work today."

"Your girl's been gone for a while now," he heard 
whispered into his ear in a voice that definitely did 
not belong to Celia.

Franklin spun around and found himself facing a naked 
Faith, whose smile got wider when she saw what she 
had been pumping, "What the hell?" he shouted.

"Remember saying you owed me one?" Faith smirked, "I 
decided you were right. And I'm here to collect."

"Here to collect?" He couldn't believe what he heard, 
'Was this chick crazy?' "You've got to get out of 
here."

"That's not what that boner you're sporting there is 
saying," Faith pointed at his prick, which had 
started to swell again despite Franklin's words of 
protest.
"Yeah well, unlike boys your age, I don't always let 
my boner speak for me," Franklin pointed to the open 
stall door. When Faith did not budge he moved to step 
around her.

In less than the blink of an eye Faith had slammed 
Franklin against the wall and pinned him with one 
arm. He gripped her wrist with both hands and tried 
to pry her fingers off his neck to no avail. How 
could someone so slender be so strong? 

Faith leaned closer, to the point their eyes were 
inches away from each other. "In case you didn't 
notice," She hissed in a threatening tone, "I am not 
somebody you want pissed off with you. I can hurt you 
in ways that would make you wish that vamp had killed 
both you and your little Celia. You hear me?"

When Franklin meekly nodded, Faith turned on a dime 
from threatening to smiling again. Turning off the 
water with her free hand, she giggled, "Let's take 
this back to your room, why don't we?" She lifted 
him- again with just one arm- a few inches off the 
floor and carried him that way to his and Celia's 
bed.

As he was thrown onto the mattress, still soaked from 
the shower, Franklin's head turned and he saw, on the 
nightstand, the sharp stake he had seen Faith holding 
that night a week ago, the stake Celia later told him 
Faith had used to kill their attacker. When he looked 
in Faith's eyes she already seemed to know the 
question he had in his mind.

"That?" She said coyly, "I figured if you're really 
dead set on not giving me a ride, we could use it to 
try something else, know what I mean?"

Franklin's eyes bulged, he couldn't believe he was 
hearing this from the same person he had thanked for 
saving Celia's life.

Faith's hands brought Franklin's body back to arousal 
with surprisingly little effort. Though he didn't 
offer much in the way of resistance, he told himself 
he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of enjoying 
what she did to him either; at least until she 
finally took him inside and he moaned in spite of 
himself.

Faith murmured in his ear, "There see, this ain't so 
bad now is it?"

Faith arched her back, grabbed Franklin's wrists and 
pulled his hands to her breasts. Reflexively he 
started caressing them, squeezing, circling her 
nipples with his thumbs. Tricks that had pleased 
girls in the past, apparently Faith too.

"Oh fuck!" Faith exclaimed, she looked deep in his 
eyes again, "That girl's trained you real good. Maybe 
I should drag you back home and keep you there."

Franklin briefly considered reaching for the stake 
himself.
She began bucking harder against him, closed her eyes 
and kept them closed, practically screaming out the 
word fuck every couple breaths. It dawned on Franklin 
that Faith was nearing climax- and so was he!
 
'Is she on the pill?' he thought, 'What if I get her 
pregnant? No way a kid who calls this psycho mom 
could turn out well!'

Realizing he was going to ejaculate any second 
Franklin started to plead for Faith to pull out 
before he shot his load; as if to remind him she was 
the one calling the shots she instead thrust down on 
him harder than ever, and didn't move an inch until 
she felt her body squeezing every last drop out of 
him, his orgasm followed by a few of her own.

A short time later, Faith picked her clothes off the 
bathroom floor and started to dress; as she was 
putting her top back on she walked back into the 
bedroom. Franklin sat on the bedside, still naked, 
refusing to look at her.

 Picking up the stake she left on the nightstand she 
paused to regard the picture of Franklin and Celia, 
"You two actually make a cute couple. 'Be a shame to 
ruin that by telling her about this little visit - or 
any others I might make."

"Psycho bitch." The moment Franklin realized he 
blurted those words out loud he thought he was a dead 
man.

Faith grinned, "Didn't anybody tell you what bitch 
stands for?" She leaned closer to his face, "Being- 
In- Total- Control- Honey." A peck on his cheek and 
she waltzed out of the apartment.

Franklin had dressed and done what he could to clean 
up evidence of what had occurred by the time Celia 
had returned; when she came inside she was worried, 
"Is everything alright? What happened to the front 
door?"

Franklin considered telling the truth- that someone 
Celia had come to see as some rescuing angel had 
busted her way in, and threatened to stick a sharp 
stake up his ass if he didn't fuck her in their bed. 

Would she believe him? Would she insist he go to the 
cops? 'They'd have a laugh at the whole story,' he 
thought as he finally answered, "Somehow I locked 
myself out of the apartment. The super was sleeping 
off another one of his hangovers, so I had to force 
the door open."

Celia gave him an odd look, but chose not to press 
him further on the story. As she took off her coat 
she asked, "You haven't heard at all from that girl- 
Faith was her name?"

"Not since she killed that thing that came after us," 
He lied; "While you're here, I wanted to talk about 
me taking that job out of town- I really think it'd 
be a good idea, go someplace where hopefully freaks 
like that are less likely to pop up..."

Franklin had no way of knowing in the next few days 
Faith would leave for a far off burg called 
Sunnydale, or that events from there on would reduce 
the two to a footnote in her memory. Faith however, 
was not so quickly forgotten; she came back to him 
every night in his dreams, not all of them 
nightmares...

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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