Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Part 1

Written By: Ragna
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Faith gets what is coming to her.

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I don't not own any of the characters from the show. I do
own rights to any characters I have made up. No copy rght
infirgment intended.

They'd had enough. Faith had pushed them too far, and it was time to get her back. Surprisingly, when the idea of revenge had been broached to Angel, he suggested they let Spike in on it. He had, after perfected the art of torture. And he wasn't all that hard to find...Drusilla had left him once more, and he was on his way to take it out on Buffy. "What?" had been his reaction as the entire Scooby Gang, including Wesley, Giles and Angel, had asked for his help. They ganged up on him and brought up this trade: in exchange for being able to kill Faith and get his third Slayer, he had to work with them, torturing their enemies. Spike readily agreed. It was a chance to make history and do the one thing he loved. Torture. *** Faith walked into the library, ostensibly to meet with some random guy she would screw and then leave, or shove him out into the cold so she could take a shower. She actually smiled as she remembered doing that to Xander... Poor, delusional Xander, she thought to herself, and turned around to see a baseball bat flying at her face. Not again... *** She woke up in chains, in a dark, dank basement. Struggling, she found that her legs were bound as well, and it was then she realized she ached all over. She caught a glimpse of her arm, and saw it was bloody and badly bruised. "Morning, love," an accented voice said, and she looked up, her Slayer sense in full gear. "Who the hell are you?" she said as best she could, having a broken jaw. "I was known as William the Bloody, a long time ago. Now I'm known as Spike." He picked up a throwing knife and tossed it at Faith. It landed in her leg, and she screamed out in pain. "Oh, hush up. No one can bloody hear you." He tossed another knife, and it landed in her other leg, in the thigh. She tried to be brave, and not cry like the baby she really was. He walked up to her, and cupping her face in his hands, he pulled her up off the ground, irritating her jaw even more. "Does it hurt?" he asked with no sympathy. She attempted to spit in his face, but he slapped her hard, her head flying to the side. "Naughty, naughty," he said patronizingly. He let her fall to the ground and took a small black handled dagger, and started to cut her. Nothing life threatening, just enough to make her feel pain. "W-w-why?" she said weakly. "Why am I torturing you? Because it's fun," he deadpanned. "Though I think those that hired me would explain it better." And with that, everyone walked out of the shadows. Faith looked up in shock. "B...?" Buffy looked at her disgustedly. "We tried to help you, and you threw it back in our faces and set us up to die. You're a ho...and a bitch. May you rot in Hell." She walked out of the basement as the others added their sentements. Soon, it was just William and Faith again. "And now, here comes the fun part," he said, his face morphing. As she screamed, he drained her as slowly as possible, prolonging her agony. Finally, just as she was almost dead from lack of blood, he stopped. "And I'll leave you here, for now." Then he left, and shut the door behind him. *** She had died a slow, painful death, and Spike found her the next day. He laid his mark on her, and presented her to Giles. "I'm surprised the Council allowed you to let me do that," he said, watching as Giles wrote in his Watcher diary that Spike had killed his third Slayer. "They were more than pleased. It saved the time of a trial, and they knew she was guilty. Besides, you made history. They're glad to have a paid torturer now." "I get paid?" Spike said, his eyes lighting up. Giles nodded and handed him a check for $5,000. "She would have been worth more, but... she was a vapid whore. Her life didn't mean much."