Death...it comes in many sizes....and shapes...Missing Heroes.
Text by Calypso Woodhaven
Book 9: Curve of the Scimitar
"Wow, you really went all out," Willow said, admiringly.
"Eh," Faith shrugged, looking down at her work. "I
guess." She blew at a stray strand of hair sticking to her sweaty face,
growling when it remained in place.
She lifted a hand to wipe it away, when Willow stopped her.
"Here, let me get that." Willow gently swept it out of her
face. "You're gonna get all icky."
"Thanks." Faith crouched down and picked up on the tattered
pile of clothing next to the cooling corpse and began to clean her
hands and the bloody knife.
When she was done, she held it up to the light inspecting the blade.
"It's just not the same," she lamented.
"Guess you miss the one from Sunnydale."
Faith nodded, "You never really forget the one you pop your cherry
"Hmm." Willow bit her lip, and then smiled widely. "Give it
Faith handed Willow the knife, and then hissed as the sharp blade cut her
palm. "Careful, Red."
"Sorry," Willow shrugged, her grin making it obvious that she
wasn't. "Blood magic."
Whispered words and the metal hissed and started to stretch and pull,
like quicksilver. Deadly taffy in her hand.
When the spell ended, Willow held up a familiar split blade, glinting and
wicked sharp. “Shiny weapons are a girl’s best friend. You gonna let me
play with it sometime?”
Faith grinned evilly, as she took it. "You know it. Just as soon as I
take this baby for a test drive"
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