Routine Patrol... or Not

[Faith Lehane]

Faith

Faith was walking through the cemetery. It was just another cemetery, she didn’t even know the name of it. Hell, she couldn’t even think of the name of the town she was in right now off the top of her head. A nameless place she stopped for the night. That had been her life for awhile now, since she went out on her own not long after they imploded Sunnydale.

Still she always ended up in the cemetery, it was a habit, a ritual. A natural slayer instinct she supposed. Patrolling. It was one of the most boring things ever, yet she found herself doing it almost every night, regardless of where she was. Tonight was turning out especially boring, so far she hadn’t seen anything. Not that it was all that surprising. It’s not like this was Sunnydale, built on top of a hell mouth where vampires and other evilness ran rampant.

Faith was getting ready to call it a night when suddenly there was a strange flash of light. Before she knew what was happening the earth had opened beneath her feet and she was falling. The air almost seemed to be shimmering for a moment and then she landed with a thump.

[Whistler]

Ahh, Faith. The renegade Slayer. There's a lot I could say about her, but I'll keep this short.

Faith might be a little bit of a wildcard, but that doesn't make her evil. It just doesn't make her as much of a clear cut good guy as other people. Hey, it happens. Look at Angel. Just because you're not exactly a good person that doesn't mean you have to be bad, it doesn't mean you can't change.

She figured that out somewhere along the way, but unfortunately for her Glory's pegged her as a good candidate for her new entourage, and Connor's decided to recruit her to help him out. Not really sure what side of the fence he's on yet, but the important thing is he dropped Faith's name, Glory snapped her fingers, badabing, badaboom. There's a big flash of light and we got ourselves one confused and pissed off Slayer getting swallowed up into a hole.

When she took a second to get her bearings, she'd be lying in an open grave in a Sunnydale cemetery. Tough break, kid.