She put her hand on his face and pulled his lips down to meet hers. When Lyssiah's lips touched Vicious' a fire exploded from deep within them.

Vicious nodded and walked through the huge line of people to the Hostess. Some people sneered ad said nasty things about the rich jerks that were cutting them in line. Some people recognized Lyssiah for her singing. Some recognized Vicious for his business connections, but nobody even said his name. The crowd just talked about Him, about how He had made his money. No one ever said his name, except the hostess.

The young pretty girl nodded and escorted the couple to a lovely table. It was next to a Kio pond built right into the base of small a waterfall. They had lit candles around the water fall and one on the table. The table sat on the floor right next to the waterfall, with cushions around it as seats. You could even lean against the edge of the falls and touch the giant goldfish. It was the most romantic table in the whole place. Lyssiah gasped when she first saw the set up. Her eyes went wide and she stood up straight, stopping right before they reached the table.

Vicious was brought to a halt by her. Looking back at the expression on her face, he didn't mind pausing for a moment. From what he could tell she was impressed, but he wanted her to feel swept away. He wanted her to be speechless with awe at his expression for her. Finally after the hostess calling them for a third time, Vicious pulled Lyssiah toward the table. She followed, still looking slightly stunned.

"Whoa." Lyssiah whispered as she leisurely sat down in her seat.

"That's what I was going for."

"Vicious," she whispered even softer. "This is gorgeous, and peaceful, and…romantic."

Vicious smiled and ordered more jack and coke for the two of them. He figured they had already gone this far, he wanted all of Lyssiah's the guards down, not just one. He thought if he could make her see who he was now, he could be happy. He also wanted to help Lyssiah forget about Spike and her low down ex-husband, maybe then she would be happy too.

The waiter returned with their drinks and they placed their respective orders. Lyssiah smiled and calmly, drunkenly waited for Vicious to speak. She felt comfortable just sitting in silence. That's when it struck her.

"Don't you hate that?"

"What do I hate?" Vicious spoke correctly, all the time.

Lyssiah laughed at his perfect language and continued. "It was a comfortable silence. It's a rare thing that two people can sit down, not talk to each other and feel completely at ease. Why do we feel it's necessary to talk about bullshit in order to fill the silence?"

Vicious laughed and sat quietly for a moment before returning to the conversation. "Well then, I guess I will take that as a compliment. We can sit and not say a word and you are at ease, as you put it. I have always found silence to be the best option unless something needs to be said. Some people think you're really deep when you don't talk a lot."

"Is that how you have gotten by all these years? Just by not talking nobody suspects you of anything?"

"You would be surprised with how much you can get away with if you just don't say anything."

Another silence fell over the table. Lyssiah sipped at her drink and Vicious watched her smiling and waiting for what would come next. She smiled back and then used her glass to hide her facial expression. She finally stopped being scared and asked a question Vicious never thought he would hear.

"Is that how you could have killed all those people? Not saying a word helped out hide out in the syndicate all those years until you found the right moment to strike them down? Is that how you got to be so big within the syndicate, by not talking to anybody except your elders and the van?"

"Lyssiah, that was three years ago, and nobody won. They wanted Spike to run the syndicate, and not me…"

She cut him off swiftly. "They wanted Spike to run it because you're a cold blooded killer? You're a natural born killer, so to say."

"That's not me. Not anymore. After loosing to Spike, I saw it was all over a woman that loved him and not me. That was between me and Spike. In the syndicate, I was just power hungry. I wanted MORE; I wanted to be in charge, not Spike. Spike had run away and I was rightfully next to run the Red Dragons, but everybody expected Spike to return. I never got my fair chance. I did what I considered to be right, now I know I was so wrong."

Vicious paused and took a long pull from the whiskey and coke. Lyssiah turned red, but Vicious knew she wasn't embarrassed or flattered. She was slightly angry because the Red Dragon syndicate was responsible for the death of her ex-husband.

She did love Cassius Stormwhisper, her husband, but he flushed all her hard earned singing and ISSP money down the toilet in gambling debts with the red Dragon's. He had to pay by their standards; Cassius and Lyssiah ended up working for the Red Dragon's within the ISSP, but couldn't come close to paying off the debt. Soon they took everything of value and left him for dead in an alleyway somewhere. Lyssiah wasn't home when they came calling. Vicious didn't make the order, the Van did, but he didn't stop them either.

"Do you think I sent for Cass?"

"Did you?" She snapped back.

"No, I didn't. It was the order of the Van. I had nothing to do with it."

"But you didn't try to stop them either. You didn't say a word."

I had only known you for a heart beat. I didn't know you and Cassius. Even if I did, back then I was a cold blooded killer, for a living. I couldn't say anything. I was trained to never ask questions or QUESTION the will of the Van. Spike was the same way…"

Lyssiah turned her head away fast. She knew he had a point. She had loved Spike for who he was a cold blooded killer for hire. He was a bodyguard for the syndicate and a bounty Hunter just like she was. A space cowboy, looking for the last criminal the cops didn't bother to catch. She in turn took a long pull form her whiskey and coke and then slammed the glass down on the table.

"Well, you're right." Lyssiah sighed and let go of all her hatred toward Vicious, if there was any there anymore. She lit up a cigarette and exhaled the last bit of her anger over the past out. There wasn't any reason to be mad anymore. The syndicate had disbanded. Cassius was dead. Spike was dead. Lyssiah was free from all of it. "You're very right. It's all over finally."

Vicious laughed for a second. "I'm sure that would have been the last thing Spike said. I said it too. It is finally all over. We can all live our lives as we wish now. We can do whatever we want. I built my own empire to run and do as I see fit. No one is above me, giving me orders, or telling me how to run my business."

"Yeah, nobody is telling me what to do or how to do it anymore." Lyssiah laughed and held up her glass for a refill.

The rest of the night went off without any more talk of murdering or crime. The conversation was filled with pleasantries of movies, music and books; they shared most of the same likes and dislikes. That night they both found out that even though they had been different people for a long time, they had a lot more in common than they thought.

Lyssiah felt like Vicious was another version of Spike, a new improved version with lighter hair and matching eyes. Spike and Vicious had the same taste in everything and Lyssiah figured that's why she liked him so much. He was Spike's best friend at one point in time.

Lyssiah and Julia though, were complete mirror opposites. Lyssiah with her dark hair and eyes, Julia being blond with blue eyes, they even mirrored each other in the taste and opinions' department. Everything about the two women that Vicious wanted was different, but the same. Both women were kind, thoughtful, intelligent, witty, a good sense of humor and beautiful. That was the only thing Julia and Lyssiah shared, other than Spike.

Vicious scowled at the thought of Spike lying to Lyssiah just to have her to himself. What a terrible thing to do to a woman already hurt and emotional. To lie to her and tell her you love her, when you really love a dead woman. Lyssiah had said something and his head immediately perked up.

"I'm sorry I was lost in thought. What did you say?"

"I asked if you wanted to get some coffee. They are about to kick us out and close up shop. If you don't want to get coffee then maybe we could go to a late movie?"

Vicious smiled and stood up. "I have an idea. Come." He held out his hand for her and she took it and gracefully stood up.

Lyssiah stood up and before Vicious could move she wrapped her arm around him. She pulled him close to her and he looked at her curiously.

"What is it now?" He asked her out of reaction.

"Perfect timing, this is what now."