Faith's jaw clenched as she lead the way up to her father's house. All the lights were out except one, in the study, and she could see the outline of her father sitting in his chair behind the desk.
Sam
Sam followed close behind, adjusting the Taurus pistol in his belt.
Faith
Faith walked up to the window of the study and simply punched through the glass. She unlatched the window and opened it, jumping through, her feet crunching on the broken glass on the floor.
"Hi Daddy," she greeted, a smile on her face.
Sam
Sam kicked in the front door and made his way through the hall towards the study, cutting off the man's exit.
Faith
"Faith?" George looked around nervously. "I thought - "
"That I was dead?" Faith asked, her eyes cold. "Yeah. I was, technically. For about... two days? Something like that."
Sam
Sam appeared in the doorway, and his nose curled into a snarl as he caught sight of George and stared him down.
Faith
"You sent your boy to kill me," Faith said, casually leaning against the bookshelf in the corner of the room.
"N-no I didn't." George looked between Faith and Sam. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Mmm," Faith said, continuing as if she hadn't heard him. "You're smarter than I thought, sending one of the newer vamps after me. I wouldn't worry though. He's likely to be long dead now. Guess you didn't do enough research on me. I have the Cullens looking out for me now."
George paled slightly, and tried to regain his composure. "You've made a mistake."
"Nah." She waved her hand dismissively. "You did. You thought killing Tru would stop the cycle. It didn't. And well... you know, I would think twice about this if you had been any sort of father, but fact is... you were dead to me long before I made this choice."
Her father looked to Sam, almost as if he was going to ask for help, and Faith let out a laugh.
"Now, it's been awhile, but I think I could dredge up my old torture skills. Five basic torture groups, George. Blunt, sharp, hot, cold and loud. You'll get to experience all of them, but you have a first preference?"
Sam
Sam threw his hand out, his face not having changed a muscle of expression, and sent George flying back against the wall.
He raised him up a little and spread his arms and legs, ready for Faith to have her way with him. Convinced he wasn't going anywhere, he began looking around the study.
Faith
Faith smirked slightly, before taking a step forward.
"Thanks, handsome," she said to Sam.
She lifted up a photo frame and smashed it against the desk, lifting out a long shard of glass.
"Sharp, I think."
Sam
Sam sat down at George's desk and logged into his computer.
Faith
George let out a cry of pain as Faith sliced through the skin on his forearm with the glass shard.
"Shh," she said. "This is a quiet game."
She looked around for something to gag him with.
Sam
Sam was making his way through George's files, trying to find anything that could somehow be related to Tru or her ability.
Faith
George's head hung limply, no strength left to hold it up, and Faith paced in front of him.
She admired her handiwork for a second, before stopping mid pace. She tapped the knife against her thigh, pretending to think for a second.
"Time's up, Dad," she said cruelly. "Bet you wish you could get a rewind. Tru would've saved you too, you know. Even after all of this. She wasn't like us, see, Dad. My girl, she had a big heart."
Sam
Sam stood from the computer chair and slowly made his way over, silently.
Faith
"Faith," George moaned weakly. "I'm sorry - "
"No, you're not," Faith said, flashing back into anger quickly. "And even if you truly were, sorry doesn't take back twenty four years."
Sam
"It was nice meeting you, by the way," Sam said, leaning back against a desk as he settled to watch.
Faith
Faith slid the blade across her father's neck slowly, and as he bled to death, she turned to Sam.
"So, I was thinking... burgers?"
Sam
Sam grinned, his tongue sticking out a tiny bit, before he stood up. He took a step toward her and grabbed her into a passionate kiss.
Faith
"Burgers to go, and then motel," Faith amended, leaning up for another kiss.
Sam
"Are you sure?" Sam breathed into her neck, his right hand tangled in her hair as he pushed himself against her.
Faith
Faith grinned and leaned up for a kiss, her hands sliding around his waist.
"What do you want to do then?"
Sam
Sam hoisted her into his arms, then planted her on the desk and leant in over her.
He kissed her lips, chin, throat, nape and chest in quick succession, before pushing aside her bra and starting to suck at one of her nipples.
Faith
Faith tilted her head back slightly, and wrapped her legs around Sam's waist.
Sam
In no time, Sam was going for his belt.