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deercountry2022-05-11 07:22 am
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my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear | open-log
Who: Faith Lehane & You!
What: Faith has mommy issues, turns into a succubus, gets a bit violent and then also hungry and horny.
When: May!
Where: Around!
Content Warnings: Grief, references to death of a family member, childhood neglect and abuse, alcoholism, hypersexuality, possible nsfw, monsterfucking, pseudo cannibalism.
I. MAMA, WE ALL GO TO HELL.
(May 8th.)
[It's mother's day, three o'clock in the morning, and Faith is at the cemetary. Which really just goes to show the miserable bitterness that wells up inside her every single time this day comes around. It's been... two years now. No, three. This bitterness doesn't stop welling up in her chest.
Her presence in the cemetary is likely only noticed due to the fact that she put a bullet through the head of an undead spectre that crawled its way out from the guard. It was a magic bullet. Works like a charm. There's a satisfied hum coming from her. If anyone else is here, she tries not to notice. She walks her way to the furthest corner of the graveyard and clears a spot in the dirt. She reaches into her coat and pulls out a bottle of vodka, shakes it up a bit and drops it in the clearing.]
Nightwalker said it'd help to pretend I was talking to you. For some reason. So I gave you your favourite to represent you. You're welcome. Not sure they even have booze in hell. You must be hating it.
You remember when I was eight? That was a year after you came and picked me up from your asshole relatives. This time, that year, it was mother's day. Your first and my first, and I guess I was excited 'cuz I'd never had a mom before, and I kept telling Alex, or Malice, whatever you wanna call her now. I kept telling her you were coming back for me, and I guess I stopped believing it was true until you actually did.
The day comes, and the night before you binge drank and got super wasted and got in a fight with our "roommate" at the time, who left the next morning never to be seen again. So you're hungover, miserable, ashamed, and really not feelin' it, right? But I wanna take you to ice cream, 'cuz I'd saved up enough money for it from stealing shit from the other kids at school. I only had like five bucks, but I figured that'd be enough for the both of us. Not like grandma ever took me.
You're hungover, and hating it, and hating that I'm making you do this, and hating me for bothering you when you really just wanna lay in a corner and die. But at that point, you still pretended. So I asked you how yours was, that you had to pay for because it turned out five bucks was only enough for mine. [She pauses, glancing upwards.] No, that's right. I paid for yours, you got one scoop, you paid for mine, I got three. God.
Anyway. I ask you how it is. And you smile. And you tell me it's lovely. And you thank me, and tell me you love me. [Her voice falters here and something bubbles up in her eyes and she realizes she's crying, just a little. Well, maybe more than a little.] So when I try to remember all the good moments we had, before you... before you fucking died. Why is it that it's just that that I remember? That one bitter memory where I don't even know if you were lying.
Did you even tell me you loved me? Or did I just imagine that like I imagined having a friend? [Faith wipes her eyes, smudging her makeup a bit. She lets out a sigh, shuddering. It's cold.] Anyway. That was my eulogy for the funeral you never had, mom.
Enjoy the vodka, mom. [She stands up, rolling the bottle over with her foot for a bit, before stomping it and shattering the glass into the dirt, leaving the ground wet with running liquid.] You always loved it more than you loved me.
That didn't help at all.[And with that, she turns away from the makeshift grave and walks away, staring at the ground. If anyone was listening, she'll glare briefly but do nothing else herself, not unless prompted.]
II. SHE WILL ALWAYS BE A BROKEN GIRL.
(May 10th.)
[Come the morning and Faith is... changed. She only notices when getting out from her sleeping position, which is less a bed (too comfortable) and more well, the couch. She gets up and almost immediately, her wings start getting caught on the cushions.
She finds a mirror, and comes face to face with the sight of what she's become. A succubus, with hair that's even longer and thinner, sharp teeth like a thousand knives in her maw, a forked tongue that extends frankly a bit uncomfortably long, and a long tail that coils up to her chin, moving like another arm.
And wings. Leathery bat wings. There's a lot of ways she can react to this. And she definitely does a lot of freaking out in the privacy of her own house, but by the time it's her favoured time of day, aka night, she tends to be less ashamed.
She can be spotted flying across Trench, and might drop on a rooftop near you and grin down at you. She is, notably, still not wearing much in the way of clothes. You try finding something that fits three new limbs. And there's an aura around her that attracts the attention of people around her, whether that's just because she's hot remains to be seen, but regardless she's hard to miss.
Or, later at night she'll be seen around the clubs, dancing and partying and flirting with just about anyone. At this stage, the demonic appearance is... lessened. Her face could pass for human, if it weren't for the horns. She wants to be wanted, to be craved. She's addicted to the sensation. She doesn't cover the monster, not much, just... well. She might as well be pretty.
Or alternatively, she might be at Sapphora. A bit more thoughtful, her tail flickers nervously as she stares at the staircase leading to the higher floors, sipping at her drink with a nervous chatter to her teeth. This physical form is still... confusing. She's not sure where exactly she got a glass of darkblood, but she's not exactly complaining. It's... delicious. Is this what it was like for all the vampires she killed? She feels bolder, stronger.
But still too weak to go upstairs and acknowledge the elephant in the room.]
III. TONGUES & TEETH
(May 15th.)
[She's back to normal for now, and one night she goes on a trip into the Trenchwood. She's itching, all over her body, it's like a siren call to anger, to violence, to the hunt. She disappears off the path at some point, but you might hear the faint cackle of her laughter.
If someone were to go and investigate, they'd find her standing over a beast. An ugly thing with long limbs and milky white skin and needle-like fingers, human looking, with a pinched up wrinkled face, all growls and hisses and whines. It still begs. It still pleads. Or maybe that's just what she's looking for.
There's a person in there, or there was once, and Faith is a Slayer. There's people in vampires, people who could be saved, people who were victims once. Faith is a Slayer. She's not a healer.
She's born for the kill. So she settles for grabbing the beast by the throat and hauling it up to her level, and she tosses her axe aside. There's something wild and feral in her tonight, and she just won't stop fucking itching. Maybe she just needs her fix.
That's what the rational part of her brain is telling her as her teeth sharpen into fangs and she drinks her fill from the beast's neck. She doesn't know that she's been spotted.]
IV. DAY TO DAY
(May. Wildcard option.)
[For the rest of the month, Faith does her job. She tends to patrol, even when the beasts are weaker. And she can be spotted in the middle of the night, with a crossbow in hand walking down the street or through the graveyard or through the woods or even on the beach. Sometimes she takes a minute to throw rocks and skid them along the surface of the water.
Sometimes she'll stop in bars and sit in a booth on her own, order something and enjoy whatever entertainments on. She's not as aggressively extraverted as she might be when she's partying, but if anyone wants to talk to her, they're free to.
And maybe once or twice, she'll engage in an underground fight, bet gems on it, and beat the living shit out of her opponent. Whether you come to her impressed at her ability, mildly outraged she didn't hold back a little, or even to offer a round in the ring, she'll be around.]
What: Faith has mommy issues, turns into a succubus, gets a bit violent and then also hungry and horny.
When: May!
Where: Around!
Content Warnings: Grief, references to death of a family member, childhood neglect and abuse, alcoholism, hypersexuality, possible nsfw, monsterfucking, pseudo cannibalism.
I. MAMA, WE ALL GO TO HELL.
(May 8th.)
[It's mother's day, three o'clock in the morning, and Faith is at the cemetary. Which really just goes to show the miserable bitterness that wells up inside her every single time this day comes around. It's been... two years now. No, three. This bitterness doesn't stop welling up in her chest.
Her presence in the cemetary is likely only noticed due to the fact that she put a bullet through the head of an undead spectre that crawled its way out from the guard. It was a magic bullet. Works like a charm. There's a satisfied hum coming from her. If anyone else is here, she tries not to notice. She walks her way to the furthest corner of the graveyard and clears a spot in the dirt. She reaches into her coat and pulls out a bottle of vodka, shakes it up a bit and drops it in the clearing.]
Nightwalker said it'd help to pretend I was talking to you. For some reason. So I gave you your favourite to represent you. You're welcome. Not sure they even have booze in hell. You must be hating it.
You remember when I was eight? That was a year after you came and picked me up from your asshole relatives. This time, that year, it was mother's day. Your first and my first, and I guess I was excited 'cuz I'd never had a mom before, and I kept telling Alex, or Malice, whatever you wanna call her now. I kept telling her you were coming back for me, and I guess I stopped believing it was true until you actually did.
The day comes, and the night before you binge drank and got super wasted and got in a fight with our "roommate" at the time, who left the next morning never to be seen again. So you're hungover, miserable, ashamed, and really not feelin' it, right? But I wanna take you to ice cream, 'cuz I'd saved up enough money for it from stealing shit from the other kids at school. I only had like five bucks, but I figured that'd be enough for the both of us. Not like grandma ever took me.
You're hungover, and hating it, and hating that I'm making you do this, and hating me for bothering you when you really just wanna lay in a corner and die. But at that point, you still pretended. So I asked you how yours was, that you had to pay for because it turned out five bucks was only enough for mine. [She pauses, glancing upwards.] No, that's right. I paid for yours, you got one scoop, you paid for mine, I got three. God.
Anyway. I ask you how it is. And you smile. And you tell me it's lovely. And you thank me, and tell me you love me. [Her voice falters here and something bubbles up in her eyes and she realizes she's crying, just a little. Well, maybe more than a little.] So when I try to remember all the good moments we had, before you... before you fucking died. Why is it that it's just that that I remember? That one bitter memory where I don't even know if you were lying.
Did you even tell me you loved me? Or did I just imagine that like I imagined having a friend? [Faith wipes her eyes, smudging her makeup a bit. She lets out a sigh, shuddering. It's cold.] Anyway. That was my eulogy for the funeral you never had, mom.
Enjoy the vodka, mom. [She stands up, rolling the bottle over with her foot for a bit, before stomping it and shattering the glass into the dirt, leaving the ground wet with running liquid.] You always loved it more than you loved me.
That didn't help at all.[And with that, she turns away from the makeshift grave and walks away, staring at the ground. If anyone was listening, she'll glare briefly but do nothing else herself, not unless prompted.]
II. SHE WILL ALWAYS BE A BROKEN GIRL.
(May 10th.)
[Come the morning and Faith is... changed. She only notices when getting out from her sleeping position, which is less a bed (too comfortable) and more well, the couch. She gets up and almost immediately, her wings start getting caught on the cushions.
She finds a mirror, and comes face to face with the sight of what she's become. A succubus, with hair that's even longer and thinner, sharp teeth like a thousand knives in her maw, a forked tongue that extends frankly a bit uncomfortably long, and a long tail that coils up to her chin, moving like another arm.
And wings. Leathery bat wings. There's a lot of ways she can react to this. And she definitely does a lot of freaking out in the privacy of her own house, but by the time it's her favoured time of day, aka night, she tends to be less ashamed.
She can be spotted flying across Trench, and might drop on a rooftop near you and grin down at you. She is, notably, still not wearing much in the way of clothes. You try finding something that fits three new limbs. And there's an aura around her that attracts the attention of people around her, whether that's just because she's hot remains to be seen, but regardless she's hard to miss.
Or, later at night she'll be seen around the clubs, dancing and partying and flirting with just about anyone. At this stage, the demonic appearance is... lessened. Her face could pass for human, if it weren't for the horns. She wants to be wanted, to be craved. She's addicted to the sensation. She doesn't cover the monster, not much, just... well. She might as well be pretty.
Or alternatively, she might be at Sapphora. A bit more thoughtful, her tail flickers nervously as she stares at the staircase leading to the higher floors, sipping at her drink with a nervous chatter to her teeth. This physical form is still... confusing. She's not sure where exactly she got a glass of darkblood, but she's not exactly complaining. It's... delicious. Is this what it was like for all the vampires she killed? She feels bolder, stronger.
But still too weak to go upstairs and acknowledge the elephant in the room.]
III. TONGUES & TEETH
(May 15th.)
[She's back to normal for now, and one night she goes on a trip into the Trenchwood. She's itching, all over her body, it's like a siren call to anger, to violence, to the hunt. She disappears off the path at some point, but you might hear the faint cackle of her laughter.
If someone were to go and investigate, they'd find her standing over a beast. An ugly thing with long limbs and milky white skin and needle-like fingers, human looking, with a pinched up wrinkled face, all growls and hisses and whines. It still begs. It still pleads. Or maybe that's just what she's looking for.
There's a person in there, or there was once, and Faith is a Slayer. There's people in vampires, people who could be saved, people who were victims once. Faith is a Slayer. She's not a healer.
She's born for the kill. So she settles for grabbing the beast by the throat and hauling it up to her level, and she tosses her axe aside. There's something wild and feral in her tonight, and she just won't stop fucking itching. Maybe she just needs her fix.
That's what the rational part of her brain is telling her as her teeth sharpen into fangs and she drinks her fill from the beast's neck. She doesn't know that she's been spotted.]
IV. DAY TO DAY
(May. Wildcard option.)
[For the rest of the month, Faith does her job. She tends to patrol, even when the beasts are weaker. And she can be spotted in the middle of the night, with a crossbow in hand walking down the street or through the graveyard or through the woods or even on the beach. Sometimes she takes a minute to throw rocks and skid them along the surface of the water.
Sometimes she'll stop in bars and sit in a booth on her own, order something and enjoy whatever entertainments on. She's not as aggressively extraverted as she might be when she's partying, but if anyone wants to talk to her, they're free to.
And maybe once or twice, she'll engage in an underground fight, bet gems on it, and beat the living shit out of her opponent. Whether you come to her impressed at her ability, mildly outraged she didn't hold back a little, or even to offer a round in the ring, she'll be around.]
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Haha, I think it comes with the territory with how paranoid the Hunters can get.
But at least you're still mentally in one piece right now.
[She relaxed in her spot and shrugged, sighing some. Yeah, this whole situation was a little surreal, but monster transformations were probably pretty bog basic compared to some of the worst of it all.]
So, gave you my name. Only fair to trade, mmm?
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[The joke is the implication she had any to begin with.]
I'm Faith. Faith the Vampire Slayer. Nice to meet you, Neo. [She gives out nicknames on the spot, it just happens to be her most used.]
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So, you have enough of those where you come from to have slayers?
Our monsters are goopy black oozy things shaped like beasts and worse called Grimmm.
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I technically slay any sort of monster that's threatening. Vampires just happen to be the most common where I'm from. [She grimaces a little, grumpy.] Must be a lot simpler when all the monsters are that blatantly obvious.
Kinda butted heads with a few of the people up in that house over that.
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Oh right, yeah, exactly like Ruby's people.
Since, ya know, I'm from the same world that they're from.
I gotta remember Red's good at meeting everybody.
[She totally remembered. And it wasn't like it was that awkward. She hadn't tried to stab Ruby since they arrived here with certain memories intact, after all. Hell, they were actually technically bonded and she could... uh feel the changes in power when Ruby was in a fight.]
Ruby's an idealist, and Qrow's overprotective in the extreme.
Ozpin's kind of an ass so I wouldn't be shocked if you didn't see eye to eye with him.
And Oscar's a sweet kid, but always trying to be the voice of reason.
They're good folks, but it'd be easy to see things different if you aren't the sort.
And I'm definitely not really the sort, even if we're kind of on the same side these days.
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She shrugs it off.]
Well, in uhhh... January, I think?
Ozpin has a biting problem. I'm a vampire slayer. He read as a vampire to my supernatural vampire senses. Willow and I confronted him, he tries to lie his ass off but the monthly effect forces him to tell the truth so he just stays silent. Then he goes on the network and lies his ass off there, downplaying it as a minor thing like he hadn't been tempted to sink his teeth into Ange. And uh, Sayo. [Awkward bringing her up, but like, objectively a pretty shit situation for her too.]
Willow kicks him out, Qrow and Oscar follow, Qrow's a real dick about it to Willow 'cuz he's clearly never met a vampire before in his life, Willow sends me to keep an eye on Ozpin, me and Qrow have a brawl in the street 'cuz he doesn't trust me to not shoot Oz in the eye and I don't trust him to not just let him get away to drink to his heart's content.
That about sums it up, I think. [She pauses.] I'm on better terms with Qrow now but I still think Ozpin's a bit of a prick, so I'm with you on that.
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Yeah, that sounds about like how I could believe that'd play out.
Qrow's a good guy, but he's got a very simple way of addressing problems on bad days.
It usually involves that big segmented scythe of his.
Oz can only be trusted so far, as a rule, and he's always 'my way or highway' at times.
But you already know that by now.
As for me? Well, we've buried that hatchet in this world, more or less.
The pain just bubbles up sometimes. Glad you're mostly made peace too by the sounds of it.
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I do know what that's like, though. Me and Willow are from the same world, I don't know if you know her too well. I tried to kill her a bunch of times, mostly to try to get to her friend, but I definitely had a real grudge against her too by the end. [Willow sneering at her in the mayor's office and calling her out definitely inspired a lot of rage in Faith, but it did also earn some respect. Before that, Willow was just one of the things that Buffy had and Faith didn't. She never really thought of her more than that.]
We're cool now. Don't think the rest of the house knows about it at all. [She doesn't think the rest of the house knows about Willow's own atrocities.]
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Man's always convinced he's the smartest fucker in any room he's in.
I've never actually met Willow before, but yeah it's something like that.
Only everyone in that house definitely knows how many times I tried to stab Ruby.
It was a whole long, sordid thing back home and when I first got here.
Opposite sides in a war, basically.