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Daddy's Little Girl

Title: Daddy's Little Girl
Rating: PG-13 for language
Characters: Faith, Mayor
Words: 533

She watched the rag turn red as she wiped the blood from her blade, the clean weapon reflecting back to her the grimace etched into her face. This knife saw the face that no one else in the world would see, the face of a killer wanting to cry.

“I don’t care.”

A few months ago she wouldn’t have called herself a good girl, in fact she had pretty much always been a bad girl. Dirty, crude, immodest. But not evil, she had never been evil. How did so much change in so little time?

“What’s with the face?”

Faith looked up with a start, she hadn’t even heard the door to the apartment open. “What’re you doing here?”

“I didn’t hear from you after that little errand I sent you on.” Wilkins said as he stepped into the apartment. “Just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to you. There are some shifty people in that part of town.”

“Yeah.” Faith said in a clipped voice, accenting the word by slamming the blade down onto the little table. “And I’m one of them.” She lowered herself heavily onto the couch.

“Hey now,” he said, taking up residence on the arm of the sofa. “What’s got you talking like this?”

“It’s nothing.” She said, her arms folded over her chest, dark eyes focused out the window.

“Faith,” the Mayor frowned, a coaxing tone lacing his voice.

“After I ran… your errand… I saw little miss perfect show up at the scene of the crime with mister tall dark and handsome… heard them talkin’ ‘bout me.”

“You know what they say, if you can’t say something nice, you shouldn’t say anything at all. I guess someone didn’t teach those two any manners.” He shook his head. “I don’t get why you get so worked up over someone like “The B Word”. She’s not that great. Heck, she’s nowhere near as great as you are.”

“Isn’t she though? I mean she’s got the friends, the watcher, the steady… even if she ain’t getting laid and god, could that tight ass use it.” Faith mused.

“Language, Faith.” Wilkins shuddered. “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t talk like that. It’s crude.”

She let out a short laugh, “Whatever you say.”

“I mean it though, Faith. She may have all those things, but you know what? She couldn’t do her job without them. You can do the slayer thing on your own, and gosh, no one could ask for a better daughter.” He slapped his knee. “Now come on, the movie theater’s still open. We can catch a film and then get an ice cream cone.”

Frowning, she considered the offer. “Double scoop of chocolate?”

“I’d say you deserve it after all the hard work you did tonight.” He beamed.

“And can we see The Rage?”

Wilkins shuddered again. “I don’t approve of such violence in the media. But I’m sure there’s a comedy we could see. I think we could use a couple of laughs, lighten up all this ascension stress. What do you say?”

Faith smirked and pushed herself off the couch.

How did so much change in so little time?

“Lemme just grab my coat, Dad.”