“Too late? Too late for what Faith?”

“You’re losing it B, this isn’t you. You’re the good guy not Mr fucking Blonde.”

Buffy turned back to the unconscious man in the chair “Look at him and tell me I’m wrong, tell me he isn’t just as bad as the person responsible for killing Alex.”

Faith could see Buffy was already to far gone to be reasonable, so she hoped for his sake he talked and quickly.

Buffy took the water and threw it in his face “Wakey, wakey.” She smirked as he coughed and spluttered the mix of water and blood out onto the carpet. “You ready to talk?”

“Fuck you bitch, when my master hears of this your dead fucking meat.”

Buffy grinned as she walked over to the holdall, plucking out a pair of pliers and a hunting knife “You really think your worthless ass would have him come looking for me. Tut tut tut. I guess I better make sure he knows exactly what I’m capable of.”

Buffy tortured him for the next two hours, every time he passed out from the pain she would revive him. The tiredness now began to show in her voice “Why?”

The guy sobbed in agony “She was just a job, a nobody we were told to rough up.”

A new rage filled her “A job.” She grabbed his hand and crushed his already broken fingers. He screamed in pain “You feel that, that’s not half of the pain I feel everyday without her.” She punched him with every ounce of strength she could find, knocking him out. Then collapsed onto the bed “Faith?”

Faith knelt down beside her. Buffy looked to the bloodied swollen mess that now vaguely resembled a man, then to Faith “Oh god Faith. What have I done?” Even in the darkness of the room Faith could see the rage had gone from the blondes eyes, leaving an empty hollow shell that might never recover from the events that had taken place at her hand. Taking her gently, Faith led Buffy out to the car “Wait here, I’ll go clean up.”

The man was awake and screaming for help, Faith closed the door, picking the knife up from the floor she cut his throat. Untying him she threw the corpse onto the bed and doused him in gasoline, a final check of the room as she threw a match onto him and left.

TBC…

Jx