Faith stood at the window, her fingers curled tightly around the handle of a knife. She turned, her expression softening when her eyes fell upon Sam.
It's time.
She raised her arm, knife poised, but she froze before she could bring it down.
You can't stop this, little girl. This is what is meant to happen.
Faith tried again to bring her arm down, aiming for Sam's chest, but found her arm wouldn't co-operate.
You're only making this worse for him. I was only going to kill him before, but now... now I might torture him before I get rid of him.
The knife fell from her hand and she looked down at it, then looked at her hand as if she couldn't believe the betrayal. She bent down to pick it up.
"Time's up. Rules change."
Faith smiled slightly as she looked at Sam sleeping peacefully.
Wanna bet?
"Rolled the dice, played even odds."
She stood, turning and walking over to the table. She could feel the demon fighting back against her, but for now, she had control. She knew it wouldn't be for long though, so she quickly scribbled a note before grabbing her keys and her bag.
S -
Don't come looking.
F.
With one last look at his sleeping form, Faith let out a breath and opened the motel door, leaving the room and closing it carefully behind her. She pressed the button on her keys and opened the car, sliding into the drivers seat and tossing her bag next to her.
You can't run from me! I AM YOU.
"No sh*t, Sherlock." Faith shifted into reverse, backing up before shifting into gear and speeding out of the parking lot. "Not running from you, dumbass. Running with you."
Finally coming over to the evil side of the force, hey?
"No," Faith replied, her eyes determined as she watched the road. "But the further I take us from Sam, the better it will be for everyone."
Silly rabbit. I'll get us back to him, don't you worry... and then, I'll kill him.
An eyebrow lifted and a smirk crossed the Slayer's face.
"Not if I kill us first."