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That name rang warning bells within the mind of every resident of Little Whining, Surrey.
Despite being relatively good looking, and not at all threatening in size or attitude, it was the way she walked, the way the air around her felt, like she was a predator sizing you up.
Her eyes were what really freaked them out.
They sized you up, and disregarded you as a threat in an almost instant, like you were some sort of … non-entity to her.
Dudley Dursley had once tried, with Piers Polkiss, to bully her, but she had simply stood there and stared.
Her adamant refusal to wear dresses, skirts or any sort of floral outfit had really made Petunia annoyed.
It was when she demanded a pair of leather pants and a leather jacket that Vernon had screamed himself purple.
And then she had simply wiped her face down, and told him, rather calmly, that she would report him to the police for abuse if he didn't.
Other things, out of Petunia's range of hearing, had been said, but aside from the way the robust man had paled, she had no idea what was said.
The fact that Vernon had immediately went out and found a pair of leather pants and a jacket, in her size, spoke wonders about what had been said.
Despite Petunia's wheedling, Vernon had refused to say anything about the matter, and had been quite vehement in his denial of anything of importance being said.
But the fact that he treated her better was obviously a clue on what she had said.
In the three years since then, aside from her own room, not really needing anything but the smallest room in the house, which she had nailed, of all things, crosses over the door, on the windowsill, and hung cloves of garlic in the top corners of the room, while piles of salt were in the corners of the room, on the floor, and the floorboards, long since having been etched with some archaic language, and chalk over the top of that, weirded out everyone that came to visit the house.
Marge, when she came to visit, felt distinctly uncomfortable in the dark purple painted room, which had photocopied pages from old books depicting battles, Demons, wars, old newspaper clippings of murders, mysterious deaths.
It got to be so bad, that Marge, after Faith had turned seven, had refused to ever go into the room again, and now, at nine, the girl freaked them out.
Not that anyone was willing to do anything, because they were scared of her.
Despite constant police involvement whenever an accident happened, and interrogations, it had been proved to not be her.
But the police were just as freaked out by her as anyone else was.
Even the ex-military who found employ with the London Police and Scotland Yard.
It was only when she started carrying a knife around that everyone started to actively avoid her, though the police constantly tried to pull up charges against her for stabbings in the area that fit with the military knife she carried with her.
Even if she said it was for defensive purposes.
So, of course, while she was out, most people missed the dumpy looking woman with the strict looking woman entering the house.
When she entered the house, it was only through virtue of long term desensitisation that they were able to ignore the weirdness that came from the two women.(-=|End Chapter|=-)
This was one character that I forgot to add to my list of people to add to the character list (which is in the series introduction page) for my Scoobies go Magical series of stories.
Anyway, Faith always came across as feeling dangerous, assertive, and not someone you'd mess with.
One thing I'd like to point out is that Slayers are typically Chosen at thirteen to fifteen, yes? So, how old was Faith when she was Chosen, and how old was Xander at the Zeppo episode? It's always irked me, since Faith always came across as being just a little bit more boasting and would lie about her age, if she lied about the stories of the things she got into.
Which, now that I think about it, makes me a little queasy.
Anyway, I'd like some feedback on that part, and on anything concerning Faith, especially her stories (which, I have to admit, I've forgotten most of them, when she was introducing herself to the Scoobies).