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Faith breezed into being a slayer when previous slayer Kendra was killed by Drusilla. She came to Sunnydale seeking the first slayer, Buffy. But also running from a vampire, Kakistos, who killed her Watcher. She was an enthusiastic slayer but often got carried away with her job. Differences were seen between the two slayers and Faith's over enthusiasm could have led to her killing Deputy Mayor Finch by mistake. She covered up the murder and tried to blame Buffy for it and leave town. She was coaxed back by Buffy but really she was working against the slayer and the rest of the gang. One night Faith poisoned Angel thinking that there was no cure for the poison, but there was one, blood of a slayer. Buffy attempted to kill Faith and then make Angel drink off her but Buffy killed Faith and Faith launched herself on a passing truck leaving Buffy with no body. Faith remained in her coma for a year after which she suddenly woke up and wreaked revenge on Buffy and then fled to LA where she bumped in Wolfram & Hart and Angel. Wolfram & Hart wanted her to take out Angel, but Faith had other plans, she wanted him to kill her. Buffy found out where Faith was and went after her, Faith eventually gave herself up to the police, and now she's currently in a prison near LA.

Faith was freed from prison by a jail break, created by Wesley. She was needed to help kill The Beast and bring down Angelus. Which she did, in her mind when both Angel and her were in a coma. From there Faith headed to Sunnydale, where it appeared he was needed. In Sunnydale she helped Buffy with the final battle to save Sunnydale and destroy the hellmouth. Also there, she found a new love interest, Robin M. Wood. Who first, it appeared, was only going to be a one night stand, but then proved to be more than meets the eye.

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FAITH THROUGH THE EYES OF SPIKE

"What can I say about that dark tressed slayer of mine without sounding like a love-sick ponce? Faith has a certain spark you don't see burning very often, one that sears into your skin and leaves a scar you can't help but stare and wonder at. She's the blood in me veins, and there's more to her than you lil' wanker's realize.
My kitten's like a present, wrapped so bloody tight that no matter how much you tear it, pull it, or fight to get it open, the key is that one vulnerable spot your fingers glide across that slips free, revealing the prize inside. She's complex. Yeh, you can yammer on about any woman being "complex" but this one is--more so than any other I've come across in a hundred and twenty-seven years of existence.
It's like Faith is this wonderfully ripe fruit just begging to be plucked and eaten... only she's bruised a bit on the inside. Thing is, you can't be callous enough to toss her away because of those bruises--you take 'em and make your way around 'em to the lush sweetness beneath... bit through the soft flesh-- *ahem* Uh, yeh... where was I?
The Slayer, right. Anyway, she's like one of those cubes. You know. In the '80s with the lil' boxes of colour you had to match up? Bloody thing took me nearly a decade to master and I haven't even been with Faith half as long. Yet. But me an' Faith, we got us an eternity to master one another and what I think of her.
Alright, you got what you came for. Now leave. I got me a slayer to master."

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