Fake Panels Meme:
AngelTwilight recruits Faith after she bests GiGi after threatening to kill Angel and anybody he’s ever cared about. Whilst working for him, Faith is sectioned as one of his lieutenants, who’s main priorities are ensuring that no harm comes to him and keeping tabs on Nash and Pearl along with stopping any slayers who pose a threat.
“Why the hell would I work for you?”
“Because I can make your life very simple and the rewards will be endless. It’s time for you to choose a side.”
“Can’t believe I’m gonna say this but… I choose B’s.”
“That’s a shame. I thought I’d recruit you the easy way, but it seems I’ll have to resort to violence. Something you’re responsive too if I’m not mistake. Would you like to watch as I burn Los Angeles to the ground and then rip your sponsor’s heart from his chest?”
“I won’t let you.”
“You can’t stop me. Be smart, Faith. Say yes and I won’t lay a finger on Angel, his son and remaining friends. Say no and I’ll kill them all and I won’t stop there.”
“Faith, it’s me.”
“I never wanted to—”
“You son of a bitch! You made me kill those people, you put in charge of those monsters. You turned me into one.”
“I had to… you played a pivotal role.”
“Yeah, I’m sure being a cold blooded killer is a real special role. Screw you.”
AU Meme: (Or possible canon????) Angel arrives too late and Faith gets her trauma taken away.
Faith collapsed onto the cold floor once the process was completed. Her eyes had flickered shut and by that time Angel had darted across the room and was knelt down in front of her, carefully trying to lift her up into a sitting position. He was utterly devastated that Faith had considered this, let alone actually gone through with it. Furrowing his brow he brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face as his arm wrapped around her waist so he could hold her up. He’d been trying his best to stay strong, but he couldn’t seem to help the single tear that rolled down his cheek.
“Don’t fret, Angel. She’ll wake up soon enough.” Drusilla said calmly, addressing Angel before she turned around to smile as her groupies hailed her for being a saint. At least, that was they saw her, but naturally Angel saw differently. Placing Faith down as gently as he possibly could he shot up, snarling as his features changed. “What did you do to her?” he glared, furiously as he caught hold of Drusilla’s wrist. “What she wanted.” Drusilla answered, shaking Angel off of her before her pet Lorophage demon became overly protective and intervened.
A few minutes later, Faith began to stir — feeling disorientated as she made an attempt to stand up. Her movements were shaky, but that didn’t matter because Angel had caught hold of her to help her up off the ground. “Faith?” — “Hey, big guy.” she smiled, but Angel already tell that everything had changed because her eyes were hollow and he found that unsettling. “Are you okay?” he asked, keeping his arm around her because she still looked as though she might fall over. “I feel just fine.” Faith replied, glancing around the room. She felt notably different. She wasn’t crying anymore because she didn’t feel as though there was anything to get that emotional about. She remembered all the bad things she’d done, like not taking responsibility for Alan Finch’s death, murdering Lester Worth, screwing with Buffy’s life, trying to take Angel’s (multiple times), torturing Wesley, chopping off Jimmy Mulligan’s left arm (the list could go on), but none of it mattered anymore. She didn’t feel guilty or overcome with remorse, she simply felt nothing.
Looking over in Drusilla’s direction, Faith gave a nod. “Thank you.” — Placing a hand on her chest, Drusilla walked over to Angel and Faith and smiled politely at them both as though all three of them were lifelong friends. “You’re welcome, Faith. It was such a pleasure to finally meet you and perhaps the next time we meet you will be bringing Angel to me, so I can save him just like I saved you.”
Faith opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything Angel cut her off so he could reply to Drusilla himself. “The next time we meet will be when I bring her back here so you can reverse what you’ve done to her.” he spat, trying his best to keep his temper in check.
Drusilla only chuckled in amusement. She was completely unfazed by Angel’s outbursts. “Oh, Angel. You still don’t see what I’m doing here, do you? All that guilt makes your vision foggy. Maybe Faith can change your thoughts.”
Faith looked up at Angel, unable to see why he was so angry. “Angel?” When he didn’t acknowledge her because he was too busy shooting daggers at Drusilla she tugged on the bottom of his torn shirt to grab his attention. “I’d like to go home now.”
There wasn’t anything else Angel could do tonight. He’d failed. But he didn’t have time to throw himself a pity party, so he simply nodded and turned around, guiding Faith out of the door with him.
Faith wheezed on the ground as she spat blood out from her mouth after receiving another strong kick the gut from Nash. “You will kneel before us.” Nash warned before turning his back on the Slayer to look up at Angel (who was dressed in his Twilight gear). “It’s starting, isn’t it?”
“It’s over.” Faith coughed as she began to make an attempt to stand up again.
Nash opened his mouth to respond before his sister cut him off by chuckling and raising her hand to silence him. “Silly girl. This isn’t a hard concept to grasp. The reign of Twilight isn’t over, it’s only just begun and you, well, your death is going to be the mark of a new era. How does that sound?”
Faith scowled at the brother and sister demon duo as she finally made it to her feet, but instead of making an insolent remark she turned her attention to Angel, who hadn’t said anything since he’d brought her here. “Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Angel replied, his voice slightly muffled by the mask.
“Yeah.” Faith nodded, “You’re the worlds best actor.”
“Second best.” - Yanking the cowl from his face Angel bared his fangs before grabbing Pearl, sinking his pointed teeth into her neck. The female demon yelped and struggled to free herself, but it was already proving difficult as Angel began to drain her.
“Pearl!” Nash screamed, turning to run to his sister’s aid, but before he even managed to move a muscle Faith shot over and stuck a dagger that she’d been hiding in her boot into the demon’s back.
A few moments later the cries of agony died down. Nash and Pearl were dead. Spitting out blood, dropping Pearl’s body, Angel looked up and over at Faith. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“Five by five.” She mumbled.
“My hands, they were strong, but my knees were far too weak.
To stand in your arms without falling to your feet.”
It’s the same again today. It’s the same everyday. Taking care of Angel in his catatonic state has become a routine for her. Faith lightly knocked on the door before pushing it open, allowing a ray of light to bathe the room. Angel blinks and she swears she sees his eyes move from the wall to her face even if it is only for a second.
Faith takes a deep breath before greeting him. “Hey, big guy.”
He doesn’t respond, he never does. Wandering across the dimly lit room she takes a seat on the floor beside him, offering the mug of blood she’s holding to his lips. Angel still isn’t drinking, so she makes a mental note to buy him one of those sippy cups for kids as soon as she’s done with this visit.
“I found some files in Giles’ study. His writing is kinda difficult to read, but how about tomorrow I bring a couple of books down here and we’ll go over them together?”
There’s still no answer from him and that’s what she needs from him. Some sort of indication even if it’s just a nod to let her know that there’s still hope for him. Faith reaches out with a hand, gingerly allowing her fingertips to run across his cheek before she wipes away a speck of blood. “I’m gonna help you get through this, Angel. I promise. No matter what it takes, I’m gonna help you.”
Still there’s nothing. Not even a murmur. Silence is the only thing that fills the space between them.