“ Careful with the chest of my car ” shouted Cordelia on an almost hysterical tone when she saw Gunn insisted a little too much to her own taste to make an additional bag take in into the chest.

The young man turned to her, hands on his hips, an exasperated air plated on his face.

« Girls, do you know we’re leaving for less than three days? » He asked by contacting Cordelia who seemed to supervise operations, and to Fred who smiled with posterior entertainment her.

« We’re ready? » Wesley asked as he went down the steps of the hotel.

« Just a bag left and it’s good » explained Gunn while pressing on the aforementioned bag once again.

« I’ll drive » Cordelia asserted  with force immediately. « At least the first half of the road. »

Then it reached gesture with word and became established in the steering wheel. Gunn slammed the chest, which made jump the young woman and to heave a sigh of exasperation and he became established soon imitated in the back by Wesley and Fred who was situated in the middle.

« What is Angel doing? » Muttered Cordelia.

« He’s giving some recommendations to Faith I guess »

Cordelia raised her eyes to the sky.

« My God, they are big girls! »

***


« Try to be nice with her » really recommends Angel to fair Faith on the other side of the door. « Do not leave it alone all day while she stays to keep company you »

Faith blew and grimaced in order to show openly as this advice bored it intensely.

« Ok Faith » granted Angel. « I know that you are not a kid but you are not always easy to live. Make an effort with her … »

« Angel, I have already promised you to be a nice girl a good dozen of times » protests Faith. « Then line before Queen C comes to search you by the skin of backside. »

A blow of imperious klaxon then made heard itself hear and the Killer addressed a smile heard in the vampire.

« Ok. We come back in two days. Think of your date with Morris »

« I shall think of Morris. I shall be nice with Tara and I shall help it to wash the dinnerware. I have any check? »

"Ok, ok" accepts Angel by putting down the hand on the handle. « Be careful. »

« This will go. And you, will you have a good time »?

Angel shook the head and threw a small sign to Faith before rushing in the car which waited for it.

Faith watched the vehicle disappearing and came back into the hotel.


***

« They have just left » Faith since the door threw.

Tara raised the head of the book which she read, sat at a table of the library.

« I saw » she answered slowly. « By the window » she specified.

Faith shook the head.

« I have some hours in front of me before going to see officiating it Morris. You have plans? »

Tara indicated pounds around her.

« I thought work a bit » she answered. « Make what you have to make. Do not preoccupy you of me »

Faith hesitated one second then shook the head.

« Good. I would be in the room of training if you need me »

« Ok. » approves Tara.

And the fair-haired woman went back to his book. Faith noticed it some instants and when she noted that the sorceress did not pay attention any more of very to her, she went out and went in the room of training.

Both young women attended each to their occupations during all afternoon. Finally, at about five o'clock, Tara appeared in the supervision of the door of the room of training where Faith distributed blows of feet and fists with rage in bags of striking. Tara noticed one instant the body shining with sweat of the Killer and the resolute face while she trained before signalling her presence.

« Faith … »

The young woman stopped her movements immediately and turned to her.

« A problem? » it inquired.

« Not, not » specified right away Tara. « It is fair that it is five o'clock past. You should perhaps think of getting ready for your date of soon. »

Faith looked at the wall pendulum and stifled a swearword by realizing that Tara said plainly.

« I spin take a shower » it gave way en passant fast in front of Tara and she climbed four-four staircases up to the floor.

« Ok, I wait for you in the foyer » Tara after her threw while Faith had already disappeared from his view.

The Killer was not very long. Less than half an hour later, it was back in the foyer, the still humid hair and everything of clean and cool dressed.

« It is so better » Tara mildly commented.

Faith smiles at him in return.

« I would better make to go there if I do not want to be late »

« I accompany you » made Tara by getting up from the chesterfield where it had become established by waiting for the Killer.

« What? » Faith, surprise asked. « Angel asked you for it? »

« What? » made Tara, disconcerted by question. « Not, no. I just want to come. Finally, if this does not upset you »

Faith tipped up the head on the side and seemed to study question.

« As you want » it made finally.

Both young persons set off and walked of a quick step along loud avenues and populous. Faith knew only too well the way up to the office of Morris and he was only in about fifteen minutes of step of Hypérion.

« This will have nothing very interesting » Faith commented while she pushed the door of the police station.

« It is unimportant » Tara answered simply.

They crossed several halls and nobody paid attention to them. Finally, Faith knocked in a door on which a hurdy-gurdy plates points out 'officer Jack Morris'. One 'enter ' not very ceremonious Faith reached him and pushes the door resolutely and enters the room. Morris jumped by seeing it. It expected of any obviousness not to see it crossing the door.

« Faith! » he exclaimed with astonishment.

He looked at the pendulum hung above the door, then the watch in his wrist.

« You are on time! And correctly dressed! It is a surprise! »

The inspector Morris looked with curiosity at the blonde young woman who accompanied Faith and who was shyly held behind her.

« A friend to you? » it made by making them sign to sit down.

Faith made a vague sign of the head while both women became established in armchairs faced with Morris.

"Tara Maclay" introduced Faith by indicating the sorceress of the chin.

"Tara" smiles at him Morris. « You should come more often if you take it to me at the hour and presentable »

The lips of Tara got creased in a light smile while Morris looked at it with warmth.

« Check, they begin? » Faith complained.

***

When both girls went out of the police station about one hour later, Faith could not suppress a frank smile to appear on the face while they walked of a quiet step on streets consequently more calm of.

« What entertains you lightened? » Faith asked by turning to Tara and by seeing the smile entertained on the face.

Tara gave him a nice grimace.

« It is you. »

« Me? » Faith with entertainment asked. « Me, I entertain you? »

Tara shook the head.

« You look very happy and proud of you. I had still never seen you just like that. It is everything »

Tara gave him in the turn a big smile which Faith returned him without hesitancy.

« So much the better then » made the Killer. « Because me either I had never seen you smiling so frankly since your arrival »

Immediately, smile being discussed left the face of Tara.

« Eh! » made Faith by stopping dead. « I said not this so that you stop. It was rather definitely as remark you know? Finally in my head this was her in any cases. Times, I do not express always well of what I think »

Tara smiles in front of words quick and complicated by the Killer once again and both women recovered in motion.

« It is better just like that » approves Faith.

« If you said to me what put you of so good mood? »

« Barely one hour! » Faith of a satisfied air exclaimed. « Morris is right, you should come more often, having hushed up about the whizz obviously put in a good mood. »

« If you want » answers Tara simply.

« If I want what? » asked Faith by frowning eyebrows.

« I would come, if you want » Tara slowly explained.

Faith stopped once again and looked at Tara with disbelief.

« You speak seriously? You would come with me? »

Tara raised shoulders.

« I have just said it to you. Yes »

Faith bent an eyebrow interviewer.

« It is fair that it is not very exciting as date » it made with hesitancy.

« It lasts only one hour and it is only one time a week »

Faith seemed to think about question.

« Ok. If the boss agrees, it would be nice »

Tara approved of the head and smiles once again at the Killer who recovered in motion.

« Check, Tara, what do you want to make this evening? We have all party in front of us »

« I I really do not know. In general, I remain quiet with a good buck »

« And habitually, I kill vampires » answers Faith merrily. « I offer that we make an unaccustomed knack. We could go out? »

« To go out? »

« Yes, yes! I know » suddenly overexcited Faith exclaimed. « I am going to take you to the bar of Lorne. « It is a bar to demons but be quiet, no danger. And you will be with me. It is a karaoké bar … »

“ I know ” Tara answered mildly. « Fred a bit spoke to me about it »

« I heard that you had a nice voice. It will be opportunity to give me hear this »

« I I do not believe Faith. I do not think I shall sing publicly »

« But if, you will be able. Angel said to me that Sunnydale had passed two days to sing and any instant long everywhere. »

« It was the effect of a demon » counters Tara.

" Any importance " swept Faith with a wave. « You are going to see, you are going to forget parties with scoobies, I am going to take you have a good time. We are going to eat, to drink, to dance, to sing. It will be very nice »

Tara was going to open the mouth to protest once again but Faith put down a dissuasive finger on the lips.

« And it is not subjected to debate. This evening, it is me who invites »

***

Nonetheless what she had already seen in Sunnydale, Tara could not help feeling a bit impressed and scared by arriving at the bar of Lorne. It tried unsuccessfully to be as held meadows of Faith as she could it, she did not cease throwing discreet looks into all directions. Faith ends up pointing it out and let get away a scoffing smile.

« Do not worry you lightened. Nobody will search you of noises here. Especially not so you are with the Killer. You risk nothing »

Tara tried to get closer more still to Faith not to be jostled by a demon in the skin in the undefinable aspect but which said to him nothing that is worth. Faith drew it by the arm against her.

« Do not worry you » it repeated. « You risk nothing with me »

Tara shook the head shyly and both young women took back their progress in the crowd, Faith drawing Tara behind her.
Finally Lorne was within sight and he came immediately to their meeting when he saw Faith.

« Faith! » he exclaimed merrily. « It has made for a long time. You are alone? »

Then he pointed out Tara which was inconspicuously held behind the Killer.

« Not, you are both. » it made.

« It is Tara » introduces Faith. Then turning to Tara. "Voici Lorne"

Tara grabs the tense hand shyly by the demon.

« Delighted to meet you » she made simply.

« All pleasure is for me, delightful young lady. » Lorne, obviously entertained by his bashfulness answered. « You will please me to sing? »

Tara shook the head and opened the mouth to explain his refusal but Faith outstripped it.

« It seems that Tara has a superb voice » she explained. « I am impatient to hear this. »

Tara grimaced and got ready to protest but Lorne turned suppliants eyes to her.

« Let us go, Tara, you cannot refuse me this? »

« I … »

But the sorceress stopped by seeing the air of Lorne and could not help smiling.

"Agreed " it gave in. « If Faith also sings » she added fast.

« What? » the interested exclaimed.

Lorne smiles greatly at Tara, obviously very happy of this idea.

« It is a honest deal. » he made by looking at Faith.

Faith crossed arms and got some fresh air by the resolute way.

« It is not a matter that I sing » she asserted.

« Same Angel sings » argues Lorne by iterating the look charmer on the brown Killer.

Not seeing his resolution sagging, he decided to opt for another tactics.

« Meal given for both? » it attracted.

Faith was instantly more interested.

« Given meal? What they want? »

« All that you want » Lorne confirmed.

Faith seemed to think one instant about offer then finally knocked in the hand of the demon.

« Here is a deal »

***

Once his turn of singing ended, Faith went down fast from the podium and joined Tara which waited for it bedding at a small table in some steps of the stage and looked at him, an appréciative light in look.

« Then? » Faith asked by sitting down and by attacking her plate once again full of chips.

« You are not as poor as you pretend it » Tara slowly answered. « It was even rather definitely. »

Faith shook the head.

« I have hidden talents » she answered by swallowing a new scoop of chips under the look entertained by Tara. « Next turn, it is you. What are you going to sing? »

« I thought of ' Full of grace ' of Sarah Maclachlan ’ »

Faith raised the head towards her, a light surprise on the face.

« It is not very joyful. »

No answered simply Tara.

She added nothing and in front of her thoughtful air, Faith remained silent also, preferring not stressing subject.
When it was its turn, Tara got up simply and went up on stage without adding a word. At the time when it seized the microphone and that music rose in the room, Lorne came to sit down on the chair left vacant by the sorceress. He leaned comfortably against the file and listened with attention while the soft voice of the sorceress made heard itself hear.
One instant later, Faith raised the nose of her plate to look at Tara. It had expected to find the eyes of the fair-haired woman in its direction, in search of any sign of approbation for his/her part. But it was nothing. The sorceress seemed completely absorbed by her song and his look derived towards the bottom of the room where it did not fix any point particularly. Faith noticed it one instant then went back towards his chips while continuing listening to Tara with attention.
A dry movement made it straighten the head and turn to Lorne once again. She saw that the demon looked at Tara with a very particular attention consequently, and it had stood up forward to itemize it with attention.

« What? » she asked him abruptly.

Lorne did not answer and her attention remained entirely tense towards Tara. It relaxed in its seat once again only while the voice of the blonde sorceress finished the last notes. Faith immediately tried again.

« What? » it repeated. « What did you see? »

« It suffers » Lorne answered by turning to her.

Faith pleated eyes, shared between incredulity and entertainment.

« Not need of your supers powers of demon to see this. This girl trails around practically with a sign ‘ I suffer ’ hung in the back »

« Perhaps definitely » answered simply Lorne before turning to Tara which went up in big steps of the table.

Faith frowned eyebrows lightly by seeing the absence of reaction of the demon to his sarcasms but had no time to question it once again as he got up to return his place in Tara.

« It was superb dear » he assured him. « I hope to have the pleasure of re-intending you to sing later or another time »

Tara smiles at him shyly and thanked him politely under the attentive eye of Faith which finished at the same time gulping down the dish of chips given by Lorne.

« Faith, tell to Angel to cross one of these evenings »

The Killer shook the head and the demon addressed them a last greeting before moving away. Tara took back his chair and drank a big glass of water by itemizing plates and flat spaces on the table.

« You have already very eaten? » she asked with a not secretive surprise.

Faith shook the head vigorously.

« These chips were famous » she asserted. « But do not worry you lightened, nothing is worth your potatoes in cream. »

Tara could not help smiling by seeing the almost dreamy air which sported the Killer in the thought of aforementioned potatoes.

« If you are wise, I would make it to you tomorrow evening » offered Tara

« I say not » made Faith. « But Angel definitely specified me who I did not have to abuse you »

« It is me who offers » Tara reminded.

« Definitely, then it is noted » Faith smiles.

Then it turned to the bottom of the bar where some vampires and demons tried to agitate their ugly bodies on the music which broadcast Caritas. Faith got up and tightened the hand in Tara.

« It's about time for us to go to dance and to show in these vampires how they dance at present »

Tara considered the tense hand with hesitancy and grimaced.

« I I really do not like to dance Faith. I am not really a dancer you know … »

« Go, Tara. You know nobody here. Drop a bit »

But the blonde sorceress shook the head once again.

« Not, me I do not believe »

The Killer retracted the hand and showed an a little disappointed pout.

« As you want. In later then. »

And on it, it turned heels. To stop even before having crossed two metres while the voice of Tara hit the ears.

« Faith, you hushed up whizz promised not to leave me the only here. You cannot leave me the only »

A big smile of contentment appeared on the face of the brown Killer. Smile that it was applied to erase when she turned to the sorceress once again.

« If you do not want to stay alone in the middle of this bar to demons, you have no choice a lot, you must come with me » she asserted the most serious tone that she could.

"Faith " pleaded Tara of a plaintive voice.

« Unless you prefer making dredge by vampires or by one … »

Faith considered a demon in the red and granular skin which passed in front of her and grimaced in the foul smell which freed from him.

« or by evil-smelling demons. Of course, it would perhaps be better that to come to dance with me. »

"Faith " pled it Tara once again. « I do not know how to dance »

The Killer smiled and re-went through both metres who separated it from the sorceress and seized his wrist resolutely.

« At the end of this party, you will know »


***

And at the end of the party, she knew. Finally almost. Of course, Tara would never dance as Faith, she was completely aware of it. It was difficult to say if it was more its clumsy body or its too serious mind that prevented it from following the dislocations of the hips of the Killer in the past rebel, but a thing was sure: Tara COULD NOT dance as Faith.
But however, after some hours to follow advice and the rhythm of Faith, the halting and clumsy movements of the sorceress at the beginning of party ended up being absolutely forgotten.

And it was each very satisfied with itself that they left ' La Caritas ' at very advanced one o'clock of the night.
On the way back, Faith did not miss to assert and extremely high to what extent she had had every reason to push the sorceress on the lane and to tease her on her first reservations under the forgiving look of the interested, very too much made tired to think of arguing.
The Killer also had to be used to reduce in dust two vampires which thought they will make their last night preys of them.
Later, it caught the sorceress who had stumbled against the sidewalk, before she spreads out all his/her length on the putting on. It managed even to suppress a scoffing laugh in front of the exhaustion of the young woman which held barely on the legs.
It was the last incident before they attain the hypérion.

« My God, I am exhausted » made Tara by climbing staircases. « I would never have thought that to dance could claim so much energy »

« You understand why I so much need to eat » Faith joked.

« This killer's health is unconvincing, you are also cool as a roach while I feel as though I could sleep hundred years »

« To be a Killer has of the check » Faith confirmed.

Both girls stopped in front of the door of the room of Tara.

« Check, I stop there » made Tara simply. " Good night "

Faith shook the head simply and seemed to hesitate over something to say while Tara remained immobile in front of his door, the hand on the handle.

« And thank you » added finally Tara with a light smile. « Thank you for this party, Faith »

Faith smiles at him in return and planted the hands profoundly in his pockets before giving Tara of a strange look.

« At good night Tara » says simply while the sorceress opened her door.

Then she turned heels and joined her own room.


***

When Tara opened eyes the following day, the sun was already high in the sky and it was the brightness in the room which drew it of sleep. It turned to the table of bedhead where was its clock radio and springs up literally on its bed by seeing that it showed meadows of eleven o'clock. It stood up and leaned against the head of the bed, listening around her, trying to know if Faith was awakened.
Hearing nothing, the sorceress got up and undertook to gather clean clothes and his equipment of toilet before disappearing in the bathroom.

One half an hour later, Tara took down the staircases of the hotel and put on in search of Faith.
It found it where she had expected to find it: in the kitchen. The Killer was installed in the table, a smoking cup in front of her as well as several limp pasteboard whose contents Tara could not differentiate.
Faith received it with a big smile.

« The nice in still wood finally got up? »

« You stand for a long time? » Tara questioned by becoming established at the table next to her.

Faith shook the head and indicated the contents of the table.

« The Killers do not need a lot of sleep you know. And then I was hungry. I went to buy doughnuts. And I made some coffee »

"Thanks a lot " made Tara using coffee in the cup prepared by Faith for her.

Then Tara chooses a doughnut among dozens brought back by Faith and noticed this last with entertainment to gulp them down in turn while herself found it difficult to overcome of sien.

« Your report with the food is unconvincing » she commented.

« Two years of prison can make this to a girl »

« It was hard? »

Faith straightened the head with astonishment and suspended his gesture which was going to bring a blocked news of doughnut in its mouth.

« What? » she asked more abruptly that she would have liked it.

" The prison " specified Tara. « But you are not made to answer you know » she added fast.

Faith raised shoulders with a forced flippancy.

« It was not so badly finally. » it began pensivement. « Nourished, lodged. Nobody to make me shit. Me, alone with myself. »

Faith was silent one second and seemed to go back to the closed world which had been his these last years, before resuming.

« And then, I am the Killer. Finally, a Killer at least. I could defend myself »

Tara shook the head pensivement.

« Since when did you go out? » asked once again the sorceress.

« At your arrival here, it made a little more than two months. I should not leave California and must see Morris one time a week, but with Angel who agreed to take care of me, it is not so badly to be outside … »

Faith was still silent and her attention got away some seconds once again.

« Another doughnut? » she asked after a silence.

***

While Tara had decided to cross the day to be worked not to take too much delay with the aim of possible return to the university, Faith crossed his day to be dragged outside, leaving the sorceress in the calmness of the empty hotel. She had not specified what she intended to make and Tara was not sure that she knows it herself.
It was the first time since its arrival that Tara found herself the entirely only in Hypérion. Without being really nervous or frightened, the sorceress felt a light feeling of faintness at the idea of being so alone in the vast hotel. It concentrated however on its lessons and its pounds till seven hours and a half, the hour in which she decided to go to kitchen to begin the preparation of the meal of evening in spite of the absence of the Killer. 
Faith reappeared more than one hour later and found the sorceress always in the kitchen. Tara raised the head of the dish in which she had planted a fork nonchalantly when she heard the steps of the Killer approaching. Tara could not suppress a small shouting of surprise in front of the aspect of Faith: the clothes were being coated with dust, a bit torn by places. The face was spattered with earth and it had a nosebleed. But it gave Tara of a reassuring smile immediately.

« Worry you, lightened » she threw simply by indicating of a wave. "It's nothing "

« Where were you? » asked shortly Tara.

Faith went up to the bar and perched on a footstool before itemizing the contents of dishes in front of her.

« I made a detour by a graveyard by coming back » the Killer answered by sniffing the good smell around her. « I killed some vampires just to open appetite to honour your preparation » she added by smiling at the sorceress.

« I was a bit anxious » Tara pointed out by turning round towards spices to catch the pepper there and top it up in the flat in front of her.

Faith who had begun starting the dish with the fork left by Tara the former instant, straightens the head shortly in the words of the fair-haired woman and suspended her fork at the mi - distance of its mouth.

« Why? » she asked with astonishment. « I am the Killer, you know. »

« I did not think that you would come back so late » Tara explained.

Faith raised shoulders.

« They never know on what they can fall when they are the Killer. I could not envisage » she explained by cleaning off her fork of potatoes in the mouth.

Tara went around the bar to go up to her and took out a handkerchief of his pocket. Then it approached it the face of the Killer to wipe the blood which cast the his noses. Instinctively, Faith had a gesture of detachment.

« What you make? »

Tara agitated the handkerchief under the nose of an entertained air.

« This seemed to me obvious! You are making fall of some blood in the dish. »

Faith straightened the head and moved away from some dish being discussed before getting up

« Desolate. I think that I would better make to go to take a shower before eating »

And it moved away immediately.

« You keep me lightened! »

« I think that there is enough to nourish killers' army! » Tara in his direction shouted while Faith has already taken up staircases four - four.

« But I am sure that you will really finish the dish you alone » she murmured then for herself.

***

When Faith took down the still wet hair, once again, barely ten minutes later, she found the kitchen plunged into the black and any trace neither the smoking dish nor of blonde sorceress which she had left by taking up take a shower there. Faith frowned eyebrows and went out of the kitchen in search of the fair-haired woman.

« Tara? »

Acquiring no answer as it had expected it, Faith took back up staircases once again and headed directly for the room of the sorceress. Faith took a deep inspiration and lightly knocked.

« Between Faith »

The Killer should obey and found Tara sat in suit on his bed, the dish of potatoes and two plates put down on a tray meadows of her.

Faith frowned eyebrows but went up however having looked after to close again the door behind her.

« What is program? » she asked.

Tara gave him a new smile and invited him to sit down.

« I thought that as yesterday evening, it is you who have invited me for party, this evening it was in my turn to invite you »

The frown of eyebrows of Faith became more marked.

« In your room? » she asked on an incredulous tone.

Tara could not suppress a small laugh in front of the confused air of the brown Killer.

« Yesterday, you took me dance outside. This evening, they remain quiet here to make something that I like. » explained Tara.

« That is? »

« Tray television? » the sorceress specified.

« Really, it is not really in my habits » mutters Faith. « But I assume that I must accept if I want to eat? »

Tara shook the head merrily.

« And I die from hunger » conclude Faith by going up once again.

The smile of Tara expands and it moved over lightly towards the wall to make of the place to the Killer who became established there. Tara grabs both plates and fills heartily that of Faith before to tighten it to him. The Killer did not make ask for attacking her part and devoured her literally while Tara had barely started his. Tara served again it immediately before grabbing the remote control of the videocassette recorder put down next to her.

« I can launch the film? » she asked by turning to Faith, always absorbed by her plate.

The Killer shook the head.

« What did you choose? »

« I really did not know what you would like and there is not wide range in the hotel, then I took science fiction. Starwars »

« This will go for me » approves Fath. « Even if I have already seen it from the dozens times »

« I I have never seen it » accepts Tara.

« You ever haven't seen it? » shouts almost Faith. « Where from do you come? The planet march? And still, I am sure that it is a hit on march also. »

« I I really did not look at the television when I was child » Tara believed good to explain. « And after opportunity does not have of come. »

Faith sketched a smile and took over the remote control to support reading of a resolute gesture on the button.

It "point out " accepted. « Me I saw it for the first time only in prison. It is not so recent. »

With this, Faith helped again himself a third time of potatoes and sank a little more comfortably against the bedhead. Tara, her, rested her empty plate on the tray, used a glass of water before imitating the position of Faith on her own side of the bed.
The noise of the film played on the screen of the television of the room of Tara, and that of the jawbones of Faith finishing the dish up to the last crumb, were the only audible sounds in the room hanging meadows of one hour.
When the half of Starwars was exceeded and what Faith had finished in his turn to eat for some minutes, this one turned roughly to Tara.

« Why are you there? » she asked abruptly, without Tara's not knowing exactly about what she spoke.

The sorceress turned the head to her companion and frowned eyebrows as a sign of incomprehension.

« What? »

« I want to tell » takes back Faith by diverting eyes towards the television once again, « why do you act just like that? Because you do not know me? You therefore do not know whom I am? »

« I know which you are Faith » Tara answered mildly. « And I do not see what you want to tell »

Faith raised shoulders nonchalantly and feigned a considerable interest for Luke's adventures, Léïa and the others, while she resumed.

« I want to tell: you come from Sunnydale. We already almost met there. You have of intend to speak about me. You know which monster I follow. And you act as nothing happened. You invite me to come to look at a film in your room, you cook me my flat favourite, as though I was righteous man a good girl in whom they can trust. As though the question of trust even did not settle »

Faith was silent one second but did not look at the sorceress who, it, fixed it intensely and whose look she could smell to influence her.

The others " takes back Faith in a breath. « The others have never forgotten whom I am. I smell their mistrust when they are with me. They want to help me, but in the bottom of them, I have a feeling that there is this warning which twinkles: ‘ Attention, it is a murderer, it is potentially dangerous. She could break lead once again ’. The girls never stay alone with me. And same Angel watches me as the milk on fire. »

New silence and new look fixes on pictures coloured with a very distant galaxy that Faith really did not see.

« But not you. You, you stayed, you are there. And you treat me as though I was your friend. Why? »

This time, Faith turned to Tara, ready to see it displaying all anxiety which she would have hidden to there, ready to see the face scared by the husky and low tone which Faith had used during his diatribe. It expected to see it standing back lightly, as all those to whom she went up too much meadows had tendency to make it, consciously or subconsciously, she knew nothing about it.
But she saw meadows of her nothing of the kind at the blonde sorceress's. Tara smiled at him, of a light and almost timid smile which gave feeling to Faith that the heart turned round in its chest. Then Tara put down the hand simply on the shoulder and raised his lightly.

« You ask me why I am not afraid of you? You ask me why I treat you as a friend? »

The blue eyes of the sorceress were planted in the browns of the Killer. Faith shook the head, almost with hesitancy, confirming his question so. The smile of Tara became more frank and Faith smelt it grip her shoulder lightly in the hand.

« I am not afraid of you Faith, it is a fact. And I treat you as a friend because it is as it that I feel you. »

« I have never been the friend of anybody » the Killer, almost roughly retorted.

If Tara was shocked or destabilized by the caustic tone of Faith, she showed nothing. His smile does not weaken and it did not withdraw the hand of the shoulder of Faith in spite of the movement of detachment of this last.

« A first time to everything is needed » she answered simply.