Six Hundred and Sixty Six.
Because this is the 666th Gundam Wing crossover fic, and I just had to. ^_^
So, relates into "Night Grinned Viciously Back".
And sure I'll throw AU "Quatre the Cannibal and his 40 man slaves" , and some random yaoi-I-said-I'd-never-write later... sound good?
AC 191...bedroom in an apartment building_
Spike had troubled dreams that night. Who wouldn't after everything Julia had told him?
Vicious... the name haunted him down the corridors of his mind... It was Julia he had been worried about with her soft tidal-wave personality; he genuinely had taken a liking to her, he even loved her... he thought.
Now with his head having gone too deep, literally, he was starting to doubt if things were really how they seemed.
She knew too much, WAY too much. Spike had known Vicious for eleven years now and never, not ONCE, had he breathed even an ounce of the myriad of personal facts that Julia claimed he'd related to her. It just didn't make sense! The two had only been involved with each other for less then a year, and while Vicious showing a glimmer of affection for anyone was unusual, trusting them was out of the question.
Especially someone who he obviously had no reason to trust.
It only took a few beers and a bottle whiskey last night before she started relating it all to him... understandably so with how weighty the information would be on anyone's conscious. All the more so on the shoulders of the man who actually had to live through it. At the same time, it was suspiciously too much... She said she just wanted to find a way out and for Spike to trust her. He had wanted to help her...but perhaps in the midst of her catharsis she'd become too confident – She'd told him about the Blue Snake's offering her a contract for Vicious' life.
But that was okay right? Spike, of all people, saw him for the pure evil he was right? That's why he was going to help her get away from him, the syndicates, that's why they were going to take the train to freedom together... Freedom from evil... Like Vicious.
Spike, feeling the morning chill, pulled Julia's soft...stiff...cold... Wide eyed, he leaped out of the bed reeling back into the dresser with a crash: Julia was dead.
Vicious was reclining in a simple wood chair with his feet on the table next to the open window; the smoke from his cigarette being pulled out into the blue beyond his gray eyes were fixated on,
"You said you couldn't imagine what it would be like to wake up with a loved one dead in your arms... Tell me, is it such a stretch for your imagination now?"
Spike was shaking slightly, this was not good at all... he was and naked totally unprepared to have THIS confrontation NOW, especially when he was already doubting Julia's motivations. He had felt compelled to try and save her from Vicious' capricious and sometimes highly abusive ways, but he'd never resolved to KILL him.
"The whole time you've been spying on us?"
"I never trust people to do more then what their nature compels them to... you should consider following that philosophy." Not once did he look at Spike, or the poisoned lover they had shared, before he slipped back out the 15th story window with his katana and ninja-ed his way across the slight lip in the architecture to the drainage pipe and was gone.
Spike slumped to the floor still hyperventilating, he might be allowed to live for now but he was sure this 'luck' would have him paying hell back for a long time...