Faith and Paige
Paige and Angel orbed into Faith's motel room. Faith put her head up, not bothering to turn around.
"You know, took you guys a while to find me. Slowing down in your old age, Angel?" Faith grinned then turned around. She reached for her knife and held it up, it's blade stained with blood.
"You don't wanna do this," Angel said.
"Why does everyone keep saying that to me? Are you me? No, so you can't tell me what I do and don't wanna do." Faith stood and advanced on them.
"I'm not going to kill you, Faith," Angel said calmly. "I know that's what you want."
"Mmm, maybe it was. But... not anymore. Now I pretty much just want... to kill you. Let's start with Paige, shall we?"
"Knife!" Paige called and the knife orbed from Faith's hands into Paige's.
Faith grinned. "Ooh, upping the stakes, are we?" She roundhouse kicked Paige to the ground. Angel grabbed Faith and threw her back. "Dark Avenger's back in, is he?"
Angel ignored her and helped Paige up. "Faith, this is insane."
"That's me... nutjob, remember?"
"Don't do this again."
"I gave you the chance, Angel. Don't get all righteous on me."
"Don't go down this path, you'll regret it later."
"Regret?"
"You're hurting innocent people!"
"No such animal."
Angel shook his head and took Paige's arm and they orbed out. Faith settled herself on the bed then realised she had to leave again. She decided to head back to her house. If they were going to find her wherever she went, she may as well go somewhere where she'd have the upper hand.