Wow! So let me start out by saying for all of you who wanna kill me, you can. I give you permission. Of course there will be no updates after this chapter but I totally understand. I'm soooo sorry for the long wait. I won't make any excuses this time. I'm entirely at fault. Thanks for being so patient and thanks for all your wonderful reviews! I'll make sure they don't go to waste!
Disclaimer: I don't own the main characters of this fic. Well…except for Sasha. And because I own her, I can do whatever I want with her –hint- -hint-
Recap
The doors flew open, interrupting the priest in the process, and a cowboy with a cocky smile walked through the doors like he owned the building and everything inside it. All heads but Faye's and Vicious' turned to gawk at him. Faye was too worried to acknowledge the swinging doors, but Vicious knew of it and he knew who it was as well. A cold deadly smirk formed on his lips.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." The cowboy spoke with confidence and the silence in the hall allowed his voice to echo.
Faye was still in a daze to hear him, but she lifted her head, and she saw the look on Vicious's face, her eyes widened. Vicious continued to look down at her with that deadly grin, a grin Faye had not seen in quite some time.
"No, not at all." His voice traveled to reach their visitor, whose eyes widened in response.
'That voice…' Spike reached for his gerico in his pocket, but it was too late.
"Now!" Vicious hollered with force.
Bullets flew from every direction, with five of them hitting their target. Women yelled and rushed for the exit. Faye spun rapidly to cast eyes on Spike's blood-spattered body.
"Spike!" She screamed from the alter in shock.
"Oh, God!" From one end of the church, Sasha rose to her feet.
Chapter 11
There was an unnerving silence lingering about the church. Sasha was too shocked for words as blue hues examined the cowboy. Vicious was enjoying the moment a little too much to speak. He was busy scrutinizing his handy work and mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done with a grin on thin lips. Vicious' men surrounded the scene, standing on the far ends of each corner with their guns pointing at the body on the crimson soiled floor. Faye wanted to speak but could not. Something had malfunctioned or crashed up there, and so it took sometime for her mind to register the scene which had just occurred. She concluded that if she were to patch it up piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle, she would understand better, and sure enough when she did, she quickly cursed herself for understanding because she knew she was about to become an emotional wreck and Faye wasn't one for expressing her emotions in front of others, especially Vicious.
The Vixen mouthed her dismay, calling his name through whispered puffs of air and as she continued to do so, Vicious' chuckles were increasing in volume for all to hear.
Spike wasn't moving. He lay there, sprawled on the cold floor, blood creating an abstract piece of art around him.
He wasn't moving…
He wasn't moving…When that realization hit Faye, it brought her back to reality, and she found herself stumbling towards him, running and walking at the same time. She tripped a few times, almost lading on her face, though she rapidly regained her balance and continued on. She had to get to him, had to help him…save him.
As the Vixen passed by Vicious, his chuckles slowly seized and silver hues met with retreating violet hair. He eyed her suspiciously even as she collapsed over Spike, shaking him vigorously.
"Spike! Oh God, Spike…" Tears pooled from her eyes, landing on the cowboy's cheeks, a few drops rolling to meet his lips. The man was as still as a statue. Completely motionless.
Sasha had joined Faye, though she stood behind her, not knowing how to approach the situation. It would be too awkward and she felt guilty, like she had committed some huge sin. Which in fact she had. What exactly was she suppose to tell Faye? That she had spent a few heated nights with Spike and was in fact harboring feelings for him? Everything seemed so wrong and somehow she felt she was responsible for it all. She also couldn't help but feel as though she was intruding in some way. After a moment of inward guilt she turned on her heals, giving one last glance towards Faye and Spike, and of course Vicious, knowing she would meet him again, to take care of some unfinished business.
She left without a word, though in her mind, she couldn't stop from examining the intense stare Vicious was giving Faye. If she was not mistaken, it was one of jealousy.
Faye had rolled Spike over to the point where he was laying on his back, with his head on her lap. She was covered in blood, but she could care less. Soft hands caressed his cheek, smearing blood on pale cheeks all the more. A thought crossed her mind and she pulled out her communicator.
"Yah?"
"Jet!?, Jet it's Spike. He needs help!" The broken vixen exclaimed with eyes so intense that Jet got a headache from just staring.
"Slow down Faye! What happened, where are you?!" He question, sounding calmer than what he actually felt.
"I-I don't know. S-some church in…" She trailed off as emerald hues met the cowboy on her lap again. "Oh God, so much blood," she whispered while desperately pressing the wound on Spikes' side with shaky hands to slow the bleeding. Though it all seemed futile, for the cowboy had several other gunshot of which she was too frightened to examine.
Vicious stood silently, observing the scene and wandering what plan his 'fiancée' would organize. He was annoyed by the careful manner Faye used to handle Spike. Her gentle touches, completely opposite of how she had touched him; her loving whispers, completely opposite of how she had spoken to him, and the tears she shed for the cowboy.
In his mind he had finally accomplished the task he had been seeking to accomplish for so long which was to end the life of his ex-comrade, and he felt that he could finally die without any regrets, but nevertheless he was shivering with hatred for a presumably dead man but had yet to realize it.
Jet was able to see past Faye at his comrade whom was barley clinging to life and the black dog went completely pale. His best friend and partner was on the verge of death, and he could only watch and hope for the best, knowing that Spike and Faye were in Mars and he was in Earth. If he were to fly there, he wouldn't make it on time. He sighed miserably, one hand lifted to wipe the perspiration that had accumulated on his forehead. He had imagined something like this would happen. Somehow, Faye Valentine never failed to bring trouble wherever she went.
"Faye, I can't do anything now. You'll have to take care of it there!" He announced regretfully.
Faye' eyes widened in response, "What?! Jet He'll die! I can't—"
"And he'll die if I have to fly all the way from Earth to get him!" he concluded, hoping that Faye would understand his point of view, though he knew that during a time of crisis, women never listened to reason.
Faye quieted, turning to look at the copyboy's façade with hurt and guilt in her eyes. Jet was right. There was nothing he could do. And Faye knew it, even before she had asked for Jet' assistance. Truth be told, she was afraid. Afraid to see Spike die in her arms, knowing that not only was she at fault for Spike being trapped in such a situation in the first place, but that she had left him to die, and could do nothing about it. Of course there was also a chance for her Cowboy' survival but Faye was too paranoid to realize it.
"Spike…" Faye lowered her face, while placing bloody palms on either side of Spikes' face, to steady it from falling. "Stay with me…please," she whispered, with her nose only inches from that of her Cowboy. Tears continued to stream from her eyes, landing on his face, and rolling down to swirl with red. "If you leave me again, I'll…" she allowed her voice to trail, finding it difficult to breathe let alone complete a sensible statement.
Faye' whispered cries of misery and sorrow were getting to him, driving him to the edge of madness, and to think he wasn't already there. The fact that she would even dare shed tears for the cowboy in his presence was beyond him. When this whole ordeal had begun, he would've cared less. In fact when it had began, he was hoping to break her by killing Spike in front of her. But now, it was a different story. He couldn't quite explain it, but it bothered him.
Yes, Vicious of all people had a heart. He just hadn't realized yet.
He approached her, fueled by anger. "Lets go. He's dead." Faye, completely oblivious to the ex syndicate leader, allowed her head to rest on the chest of the man who lay in the floor before her. Vicious grimaced. "Faye." He tried again, this time with less spite.
The vixen had heard his footfalls though she only became aware that she and the cowboy were not the only ones in the church. She waited for some time, before her head gradually rose to meet his eyes with venom no one would've thought the human eyes were capable of.
"How cruel could you possibly be? HE'S DEAD! It's what you were going for! Shouldn't you be satisfied?! No…how could you? You don't have a heart. You fucking excuse for a human being. " Her eyes never left him as she spoke, and they were still on him after she had concluded, nostrils flared and eyebrows lowered.
For a brief second, Vicious felt a pain in his chest after she had spoken, though he quickly dismissed it as some minor chest problem…maybe pneumonia, eliminating all other possibilities, like actually having a heart that was aching for her. He grinned coldly, approaching her to stand right before her and that vile creature beside her.
"Yes. I'm glad you understand I'm not human. But neither are you, Faye. We're the same—"
"I'm not like you!"
"Bullshit! You're no different from me! Spike is dead. I killed him. But you administered the kill! It was all because of you. If you hadn't been foolish enough to go wandering in a syndicate building at night, chasing after something that you knew was beyond your reach, you would not have been captured. If you had not been foolish enough to fall in…love with him..." His cold silver hues traveled to meet hers after that. "…he would not have come looking for you. So you see. I am not even the big culprit here, you are. No, you're not like me. I agree." He chuckled menacingly. "You, Miss Faye Valentine…are worse than me."
Her widened as her mind registered his words. He was right. It was always her fault. She was responsible for it all. She began to quiver uncontrollably, not knowing what to make of herself.
Completely disgusted!
Vicious acknowledged her actions and knew his manipulation had worked. Woman were so gullible…so stupid. He walked passed her heading for the exit. "If you will not come with me, you can stay and rot in your self pity. Lets go." He spoke, referring to his men to follow.
"Sir—"
"Leave her be." He announced with a hint of annoyance.
"Yes sir." He replied, while walking out behind his boss. The one, who had spoken out of line, was the pretty boy with blue eyes and a heavenly smile. The man who had walked Faye down the isle, and the man who had fired first, hitting Spike while several others failed.
The Vixen sat beside her cowboy, body turned away from him and knees in her embrace, spilling silent tears. She was heart broken, and the one at fault was non other than herself. She could not help but feels ad though she should have gone with Vicious. Where else was she to go? Jet wouldn't accept her after this. It wasn't possible.
He was falling, faster than a bowling ball dropped from the highest rooftop, yet it felt nothing as such. To hell with Einstein's theory. He saw images of his life, things that had happened to get him to this point, knowing that his life was about to end. People he had met, and befriended realizing that he would never lay his mismatched hues on them again. And yet, he didn't care. He wanted to leave, wanted to be rid of it all. All the pain and misery that seemed to follow him where ever he went. It was worth it. He wanted to die.
But that voice he heard from a distance was too beautiful to let go. Like an angel' lullaby. He had to find its owner. It was as though the voice was calling to him, like it was the only factor still keeping him bounded between the borders of this world, and the one he was so determined to enter.
But why?
He simply had to know…
Black lashes slowly feathered open while brown hues turned to examine the other beside him. A woman with gold hair draping from her shoulders and down her back like the purest waterfall.
Just from what he saw, even without looking at her face, he could tell she was beautiful. He was entranced by the locks of gold. They were soothing, putting him in a state of calm. Who was this girl, and how was it that she possessed so much power over him.
He simply had to know…
And like she head read his thoughts she began to turn. He braced himself, readying for what was to come, eyes closing for a brief second.
When he opened them, he saw her. Though she was not the woman he had seen only seconds ago. She couldn't be. This one had violet hair, short and stylish. Her skin pale and creamy. And her eyes…God her eyes were lovely. He had never seen one with eyes like those. The shiniest emeralds. They took his breath away.
Then she tilted her head, allowing a warm smile to grace her lips, and he thought his heart would burst. She was beautiful.
Breathtaking…
Who was she?
She began to speak, or at least he thought she was. Her soft lips were moving, yet no words emerged from them. What was she saying?
Perhaps he could try reading her lips. He examined her closely trying to picture her lips in his mind. The first word seemed familiar. Her lips pulled together to make a little 'o' then stretching out.
Way…way…wake.
That was it. Now for the second. Her lips then formed a larger 'o' then closing to complete the word.
Up.
Wake up. She was saying. 'Wake up.' But why? He had woken. She had forced him to with that lovely voice of hers which he now could not hear.
'Wake up.'
"Wake up."
"Wake up, Spike." He had heard her this time, as well as the mention of his name.
"What?"
"Wake up."
His eyes fluttered open to meet the dark room he was now residing in. The only light was that from the moon which shown through the window.
His body felt numb and unused, like he had not moved for days and surprisingly, it was a familiar feeling, one he knew all too well. He tried to shift to a comfortable position, but deemed it futile. He couldn't even wiggle a toe for crying out loud! And the bed was as hard as a rock.
Spike turned his neck, fighting back the pain he received from the kink which had just snapped and his eyes met the figure on the chair, beside him.
Faye…
She had fallen asleep though after a moment, her lips moved, forming the same words he had seen in his dream.
'Wake up.'
He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was angelic with the light of the moon glowing about her. He had never seen a prettier sight.
Her eyes snapped open meeting directly with brown mismatched hues and she jerked from her seat.
"Hey." His voice was raspy from not being used for so long.
"You're awake." 'Thank God.' She added inwardly.
Done! How was that? Spike didn't die after all. No surprise there right? Haha.
By the way…
Stoictimer- Is Vanilla really for homosexual lovers? Lol. I didn't know. But I thought the lyrics were appropriate I guess. Haha. Thanks for the review.
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