Faith
Alan came out from the dark, Buffy shoved him against a dumpster and Faith went in for the stake.
"FAITH, NO!" Buffy screamed.
Faith swung down with her stake and plunged it into Alan's heart, then pulled it out, realising what she'd done. She'd taken a human life. She backed away as Buffy ran forward.
"Don't move!"
"I didn't... I didn't know. I didn't know," Faith repeated numbly, more to herself than to Buffy.
Buffy extended her hand held it to his chest. "We need to call 911, NOW! Don't move, i-it's okay... I-I need, I need something to stop the..."
His eyes rolled up in his head, and he slumped against the dumpster.
"We gotta go!" Faith grabbed Buffy and pulled her up. "Come on, we gotta go!"
Faith took a long breath in. She'd killed someone. She leant back against the wall and hugged her knees.
"Faith, it's me. Hey," Buffy said as she walked into her house.
"Hey," Faith replied, scrubbing at her shirt from the previous night.
Buffy fidgeted nervously. "So, I, uh... How are ya doin'?"
"I'm alright. You know me." Faith didn't bother to look up.
"Faith, we need to talk about what we're gonna do."
"There's nothing to talk about. I was doing my job." Faith concentrated intently on the shirt.
"Being a Slayer is not the same as being a killer. Faith, please don't shut me out here. Look, sooner or later, we're both gonna have to deal."
"Wrong." Faith squeezed the shirt and hung it up, facing Buffy for the first time.
"We can help each other."
"I don't need it."
"Yeah? Who's wrong now? Faith, you can shut off all the emotions that you want. But eventually, they're gonna find a body."
"Okay, this is the last time we're gonna have this conversation, and we're not even having it now, you understand me? There *is* no body. I took it, weighted it, and dumped it. The body doesn't exist." Faith smiled slightly.
"Getting rid of the evidence doesn't make the problem go away," Buffy argued.
"It does for me."
"Faith, you don't get it. You *killed* a man."
"No, *you* don't get it. I don't care!"
Faith started to retch. She stood up and ran into her bathroom, vomitting as she remembered the next few months of her life. Faces and memories flashed though her mind.
She was a killer.
And she'd enjoyed it.