The
Might of Me
Author:
Carm
Feedback:
CarmieMcMahon@aol.com
Disclaimers:
Randy belongs to Vince. Faith belongs to
Joss.
Rating:
NC-17
Summary:
The Slayer meets the Legend Killer for a one night stand with no names and no
commitments.
She'd been moving since
the destruction of Sunnydale. Always
on the go, always looking for something to keep her adrenaline. Looking for a way to escape the domestic camaraderie that they the
goody-goodies kept trying to push on her. Didn't they get it? She wasn't
one of them. She wasn't going to follow her like some great leader when half
the time, all she did was get them in trouble. She may
not have been quite as sadistic as she used to be, but she certainly wasn't
about to climb in the Mystery Machine and run off to slay, hopped up on Scooby
Snacks or whatever the hell gave them their big smiles and saccharine hugs.
Faith was the
rogue Slayer. It was her identity, just as much as
So... she left.
She abandoned the gang and her roll in the hay, Wood, and hit the road. She
didn't need them to fight vampires. She'd done it just fine on her own, and as
far as she was concerned, she could do it again. Not like there was much of a
Chosen One, anyway. At least when it was the idea that her death would call
another Slayer, she understood the necessity of a Watcher, someone to keep her
alive as long as possible. With that idea gone to shit, the thought of possibly
dying at the hands of her enemy was just another reason to push her on. Another high for her to experience.
Who needed Buffy
and her merry band of butt lickers? Faith was a Slayer with an axe to grind and
a bad attitude. That was all she needed to succeed. It was all she needed to
fight the so-called ‘good fight' against the vampires.
*****
Randy Orton
looked around and wondered where the hell he was. He remembered leaving the bar
with a chick. He was drunk enough that chasing her down the street felt like a
game. It was something to get his blood pumping. Something to get him more
excited for what was to come. It was all a part of the foreplay and it would
only make the real thing even better.
But, somewhere
between the bar and the park, she'd disappeared. It was strange, because he
could have sworn he'd been right behind her the entire time. What was even
stranger, he could hear her laughing somewhere near. Was she hiding behind a
tree? He leaned back and felt the abrasive scrape of bark and groaned.
"Fuck," he muttered, "am I hiding
behind a tree?"
They had told
him not to drink so much, and it had been sound advice, but when did he ever
listen? He was the Legend Killer, Randy Orton. He was bound to follow Triple
H's footsteps to glory and gold. He didn't need to listen to anybody. Though,
the way his head ached, he thought he might consider it a little more the next
time.
However, that
was next time, and this time, there was only one thing to consider...
"May!" He paused. "No,
shit... Mel? No... Manda? Shit! I know it starts with an M. Mai? Fuck it." He
groaned. "Whatever your name is... where the hell are you!"
*****
She heard the
shouts a split second before she felt the pull. Even when she'd been
temporarily evil, Faith had never been able to fight the draw of an area highly
dense with vamps. It was a twisting in her gut, a mixture of queasiness and
cramping. It told her that her enemy was somewhere in the area, and the closer
she got to it, the feeling spread throughout her body until everything was
twisting and jerking her around.
Faith was pulled
into the park, towards the shouts. She could tell just from the voice that
whoever the guy was, he had to have been drunk off his ass. It wasn't the
slurred words so much as the fact that he was on the sixth name that started
with M and he still hadn't figured it out.
"That's men
for ya," she grumbled, stalking forward.
"Probably couldn't remember her name sober, either."
She pressed on,
her hand wrapped tightly against the squared end of a stake. The wood felt good
in her hands. It felt comfortable and safe. She hadn't felt like that since
parting ways with Angel, and even then, the calming effect that he usually had
on her wasn't that great. Of course, that should have been expected since she
had just battled his darker half.
She was starting
to wonder if maybe she should take a trip out
His shirt was
open and for a second, her libido gave her pause. He had a nice chest,
illuminated in the moonlight. His abs were tight and
clearly visible in the glow. "Damn," she muttered, "I've gotta
get laid." She shook her head and moved forward. The vampires were coming
closer to him, and this was no time to think about her sex drive. Though, she
did take a second to wonder just how grateful this hot guy would be when it was
all over. After all, he had been horny enough to follow a random chick into a
park. Maybe a good bit adrenaline rush would give him an extra boost.
*****
"You have
got to be kidding me." Randy's head swung around as fast as his drunken
state would allow. The chick he'd followed (he still couldn't remember her
name) was coming closer and she wasn't alone. Three men came with her, all from
different directions. "I have got to not drink so fucking much."
They moved
closer and he knew that it was time for him to leave the Jager
alone. He was having hallucinations. The eyes that focused on him were bright
yellow. What's-Her-Name no longer had model features and kissable lips. Just like the men coming from all corners, her brow
was ridged and her eyebrows had disappeared in the heaving lumps that protruded
from her face. Fangs... Was it really? Yes, fangs, pressed against her bottom
lip.
"If Jager does this, I don't even wanna know what an acid trip
does," he muttered as he tried to draw himself up. He didn't usually hit a
woman, but the way she was coming towards him, she had something dangerous in
mind. He wasn't about to let some ugly bitch get the drop on him. Drunk or not,
he'd do his best to take them all on before the sad excuse for police in that
town decided to show up.
They hissed...
Hissed? Randy looked again and was barely able to confirm the thought that yes,
these people had hissed, when they rushed him. This was a lot different than
playing a game of four on one in the wrestling ring. In there, he knew what
directions the others were coming from and what they were tossing his way.
Here, there was nothing for him to do but try to act on inebriated instincts.
Randy struck
out. His fist connected with the woman's face. She reeled back, but rushed
right at him again. "What the hell!" He was sure that should have
broken her jaw. He didn't have time to think about it, though, as the others
grabbed him. He fought, jerking his body wildly. One of the men released him
and as soon as his arm was free, he brought his forearm up into his face. Yet,
no matter how hard he fought, they kept coming back and their mouths were open.
Definitely fangs. Definitely weird.
Definitely, no more Jagermeister
and Cristal.
"Get the
fuck away from me, you freaks!"
*****
And then, the
Slayer was johnny-on-the-spot. She saw him get a few
hits in, pretty solid shots, she thought. If they were regular people, he'd
have been able to take him, but she knew that without her super Slayer
strength, he was toast. Faith ran up behind the woman and grabbed her by the
blonde hair. The vamp was decked out in party-time best, complete with black
heeled boots and tight, low-riding pants.
"Hey."
Faith winked at her. "Can I play?" She rammed the stake into her
chest and the vamp exploded. Dust settled on her clothes and Faith brushed it
off quickly. "Ugh... that's gonna wreak havoc on my dry cleaning
bill."
She shook
herself and looked up as eyes were heavily turned on her. The dumbass who'd stumbled drunk into the park was down. His
shirt was torn from his body and his belt was broken. Blood leaked down from a
wound in his shoulder that looked to Faith like a bite wound. Not exactly
five-by-five, but at least he was alive, which was more than could be said
about most who would have been in his predicament.
The vamp to her
left growled and she turned to him. In vamp face, they all looked the same
except for their hair. The one who growled had greasy black hair hanging to his
shoulders. The one in the center was bald. The one to the right had short
cropped blonde hair.
"Is it eeny meeny miney
moe? Or Larry, Curly and Moe?"
"Slayer,"
Baldilocks spat out. "You're dead!"
"Right
on the first, not so much on the second. But, uh, could we skip all the witty
banter? That's B's thing. I'd rather just kill something and... I think I'll
start with you."
In seamless
motion, Faith reached back, pulled a slim wooden stake out from under her shirt
and threw it straight into Baldilocks's heart. He
exploded in dust and she grinned. "Cool! I was wondering if that was
gonna..." Her words cut off as Greasy and Blondie jumped at her.
She leaped up
over Greasy, but Blondie caught her by the feet and swung her around. Faith's
back hit a tree and the air was forced out of her lungs as she slid to the
ground. Splinters of wood scratched her back and she felt her remaining three
thin stakes break. That wasn't good. It meant she was left with two vamps one
stake and a hot guy with a vamp bite.
Then again, it
might have been pretty good after all.
*****
Randy watched in
amazement as two people just disappeared into dust. He was even more in awe
when he saw this dark-haired woman hit a tree after being thrown a good twenty
feet and jump right back up. And had that one guy called her Slayer? What the
hell was a Slayer?
He shook his
head. "This hallucination has gotta end, already," he muttered,
trying to his feet. He planted his hand and tried to push himself up. A pain in
his shoulder made him remember that there was an actual bite there. "That
bitch... it's a damn good thing she's dust!" He put his hand tentatively
to his shoulder and winced. "That's gonna get infected. Do you know how dirty
the human mouth is!"
"How about
you shut up and give me a hand, huh?" He looked up as the woman called
Slayer shouted at him. No one yelled at him like that, especially not some
random part of his Jager and Cristal
hallucinations. He would have told her to fuck off if he thought she could hear
him. At the moment, she was fighting in hand-to-hand combat with a guy that was
about as big as Batista and as ugly as Kane.
Randy stood up
and muttered, "Fuck this shit." He shook his head and started to
turn, but was stopped by a wave of dizziness. He looked down his chest to the
blood. How deep had that bite been? It couldn't have been that much blood. He'd
lost more than that in matches. No, it had to be the liquor.
He figured it
also had to be the liquor that made him think that his hallucination Slayer was
extremely hot. As she fought, her hair whipped into her face. She threw her
head back to reveal dark eyes and lips luscious with dark lipstick. Her shirt
rose up and the sight of her tight stomach aroused him. She executed a standing
backflip and her breasts bounced.
Looking at her,
watching her, Randy found himself moving closer to her instead of moving away.
It was his hallucination, after all, his too-realistic bad dream. He might as
well try and get some action out of the whole thing. Or at least give it a
shot.
*****
Faith ran
forward, then jumped up until she was able to plant
her foot against the trunk of a tree. She ran up the side and flipped over
backwards. Though she went over Greasy's head, Blonde
was waiting to grab her from behind as she landed. She still held her stake,
but it wasn't doing her much good at the moment. She pushed backwards with her
body and threw her feet up. She hooked her ankles around Greasy's
head and squeezed.
It was time to
find out just how much strength a Slayer really had. Faith had torn out her
fair share of vamp hearts and broken a demon neck or two, but a true beheading
without a weapon... theoretically, she guessed she should have been able to do
it. But practically... She squeezed, twisted, then jerked her body to the left. Greasy's
head went flying and Faith's black pants were suddenly caked with dust. Gross, but effective.
"Let's see
those activated teenyboppers do that shit!"
Suddenly, Faith
was filled with an excitement that she had felt since she first arrived on the
scene in Sunnydale. Though she still enjoyed a night
of slayage, there had been too much over the years
for it to truly bring her joy. Too much guilt and anger and
too many attempts at redemption. Now, though, she had a new trick. One
she didn't have to share with anybody. She could be as selfish as she wanted to
be and pretend that she was still the Chosen One. She was still the one that
was really called and not just brought to power by some whacked out spell. She
was special. "Let's see B do that!"
Faith powered
out of the arms holding her and spun around. Her feet and hands were fast as
they pushed the vamp back. Blondie swung at her with either arm and she ducked
both swings. Her hair whipped into her face as she came back up. Her stake had
been tucked into her pants the second she got free, but she pulled it back out
as she spun, jumped and kicked Blondie backwards. He stumbled over his feet and
fell. The second he was back on his feet, Faith tossed the stake and it buried
itself right into his heart. He blew up in a whirl of dust and the stake
dropped to the ground.
Faith bounded
over and retrieved her stake then whirled around. "Oh, man! Now that was a
rush!" She jumped up to see the intended victim of the night walking
towards her. She was filled with energy of all kinds and she felt like the old
Faith again, crazy and excited. She wanted to do what the old Faith had always
wanted to do after a few kills. She wanted to get down
and dirty and there was a hot guy standing feet away from her.
*****
"What the
hell just happened?"
She shrugged.
"What do you think happened?"
"Ya know
what..." Randy stopped for a minute. What did he think had happened? A hot
chick had come out and saved him from four vampires? That was not likely and he
damn sure wasn't going to repeat that to anyone else. "I don't think I
really care."
"Neither do
I."
She walked
towards him with a heat in her eyes that Randy couldn't possibly mistake as
anything other than lust. She'd just been in a fight for the record books and
instead of being tired, she looked like she wanted to
get laid. Hell, he had just watched a fight for the record books and he wanted
to get laid. Looking at her as she walked towards him, he could feel himself trying
to burst out of his pants. He was horny when the night started and, dammit, bleeding or not, he was still horny.
She stepped up
to him and put her hand on his chest. When she pulled back, she left a print in
the blood. She didn't look at her hand in disgust. She just smirked. Randy
grinned. Something was seriously wrong with this chick, but damned if her
psychosis wasn't a turn on.
"How about
we do something about that?" She looked down to his pants. "And that."
Randy smirked.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
She threw one
arm around his neck and yanked his head down hard enough that Randy thought
he'd have whiplash. She crushed his lips with hers, then
forced her tongue into his mouth for a quick swish before pulling back. "My hotel room or yours?"
*****
It turned out to
be his. Faith's keen breaking and entering skills got them
into the hotel from the back to avoid being seen by anyone he knew. They
took a service elevator up and were on each other before the door to the hotel
room closed. He pressed Faith against the door and kissed her hard, returning
the favor of the pecker-jumping kiss she'd given him in the park. She reached
around and pulled her nails down his back.
Faith pushed him
back hard enough to make him stumble. She looked at him and smirked. "Now,
look, guy. You gotta get clean before you get dirty." She tore off her
shirt and threw it to the floor. She stripped off the rest of her clothes
quickly, then ran into the bathroom. They showered
fast and fucked even faster. Faith hadn't been laid since Robin Wood and though
the guy had been able to make his body do tricks, they were nothing compared to
this guy.
Back in the
bedroom, still dripping from the shower, they fell onto the bed. He flipped
her, spun her and moved so fast, that it made her head spin. "What the
hell..."
He smirked.
"Wrestling makes a guy agile as hell."
"Wrestling,
huh? Well... if that's the case, you can watch me get the pin. You ain't got shit on me, kid."
Faith winked at
him, then wrapped her legs tight around his waist. She flipped him over, then landed on top. She grabbed his wrists and held them
down as kissed him hard. She ran her lips down to his navel, then her tongue
over the rest of him. He groaned. He cried out. He grabbed her hair and pulled
her back up to him, then flipped her over again.
They rolled and
played games of dominance until a couple of hours before the sun came up. She
tired him out, then as soon as he passed out, Faith grabbed her clothes and
redressed. This was how she liked it. No attachments. Nobody
to answer to. Just herself, her whims and her own asskicking ways out in the dark of night. She didn't
even know the guy's name and she didn't care. She'd had a damn good time and
given him an even better one.
Revived and
feeling like herself again, Faith walked out of the
room, twirling her stake through her fingers. It wasn't just time to move to a
new town, it was time to move to more fun, a new life. Faith's head was back in
the game and to think... it only took a night of outrageous sex after learning
a new Slayer trick to set her free.
Fuck the Scooby
Gang. Faith had enough in her to take on every evil thing in the world.
*****
Randy woke up
the next morning with a splitting headache only made worse by the banging on
the door. "Chill, already!" He sat up and winced. His head turned to
the side and he saw the bite mark on his shoulder. It had stopped bleeding long
ago, obvious from the scab growing over it, and in the light of day, it didn't
look as bad as it had before. He'd have to get a bandage, but it wouldn't need
stitches.
The banging
sounded again and he growled. "Alright, already!"
He stood up and started to the door, then realized he was naked.
"Fuck," he muttered as he ripped the sheet from the bed and wrapped
it around his waist. He stalked to the door and jerked it open. "What the
fuck, man?"
"That's
what I should be asking you." Dave Batista groaned and shook his head.
"Everybody's leaving and you're not even dressed? What the hell, man? And... what happened to your
shoulder?"
Randy looked at
him and shrugged. He couldn't remember much of anything after the club. He knew
he had drank a lot, and from the feel of things, he knew he'd gotten laid, but
damned if he could remember what he'd drank, how much and who he'd brought back
to his room. It obviously couldn't have mattered that much since she was
already gone.
"Randy!
What the fuck happened, man? You left with some chick and..."
Randy smirked
and shook his head. "Man, I don't have a clue, but whatever it
was..." He brushed at the bite on his shoulder, then
gestured around to the cluttered room. Chairs were knocked over. A lamp was
broken on the floor. It looked like a rioting mob had run through the place.
"...damn, if it wasn't the best goddamned time of my life, man! Fuck it
all, though, I really wish I could remember it, ‘cause whoever that chick
was..." He shook his head and laughed. "One mighty strong and crazy
chick she was. If only I could fucking remember it..."
...