Faith ran straight up the stairs and headed for her room.
Another night of hunting and nothing. Angelus was laying low, and she didn't like it. He was planning something. And that made her exceptionally nervous.
She switched the light on and walked straight into the bathroom, turning the taps on and getting undressed.
She could tell the others were worried about her. The way she wasn't speaking, just going out and hunting. Didn't they understand they were now dealing with a vampire that could come out during the day and couldn't be staked? This wasn't exactly the ideal mission.
She stood under the showerhead, staring intently at the wall in front of her, feeling an uncontrollable rage rising within her chest.
"ARGH!" she screamed, finally lashing out and punching the wall over and over. The tiles broke and fell to the ground, and she kept punching, making some cracks in the concrete before she stopped.
Like nothing happened, she continued with her shower.