*fair warning to all pro Julia people, if you are in fact in love with Julia don't read ahead. But if you are a SxF nut like me please read and review*^^*!!!
Roses of celestial sapience
That dream prevented me from sleeping for the rest of the night. The nights to come were only haunted by the reoccurring nightmares. I have always had a little insomnia problem, but this was much different. When I woke up my heart felt as if it had been struck by an arrow. I kept seeing Faye fall to the ground, and Julia's lavish eyes upon me. I know it is only a foolish dream and that only small children believe that their nightmares will come true, but what scares me is that it somewhat already has. It felt so real, I saw her die there, I saw the bullet hurdle through the blazing barrel at me, I felt her eyes pierce through my heart and burn half of it.
I feel torn.
It has been a week since I last saw her and him leave in the hammerhead, I wouldn't dare go back. A part of me feels horrible for what I said, but another part feels like it shouldn't matter at all. I want answers. I want to see Julia. I want to know why I dream those dreams at night, I want to know who tried to kill me…I want to know if…she is ok. I don't understand why I feel so conflicted, I love Julia, I would give anything to be with her. I want her. She is my angel, my only angel…but if she is, then…
Why can't I sleep at night?
It doesn't matter, nothing matters till midnight tonight. Then I will see her, and I will find my answers. Then, will I be truly at peace. Jet told me, I would will never be at peace, well he is wrong. Julia is my peace, and she will set everything right, she will save me…like Faye saved me… No, I will not waste anymore thoughts on her, I cant…she is not my love, Julia is my love, she is just a shrew. I can't bare to think about her!!!
I shoot holes into the crumbling hotel wall out of frustration. I need to get out of here, I leave the hotel at around five o'clock. It is still cloudy, I can't see the sun, that dependable saffron sphere is no where to be seen. I have always depended on the sun…wearing vinyl yellow…always lighting the powder blue sky with its radiant glow. It's not there now, It almost seems that it will never pierce through the cement layer of churning sky. I hate this city. I put my hands in my pockets subconsciously as I walk down the street, in search of the blessed devil. I have seen it once, I have never actually been in there before, but I have walked by it. The exterior is ravaged with various gang tags, and the metal sign that hangs lazily off of it is rusting. The windows are sooted with the pollution from the city. The city itself used to be a happy bustling metropolis filled with cheerful citizens and many tourists. Now the smog cloaks the skies in a curse.
I realize that in spite of it being only five o'clock, men are in bars already half drunk and the prostitutes are on the street corners already eyeing potential customers. This city really bothers me. I try to ignore the hookers remarks as I walk past them, I keep my eyes on the street ahead of me. I keep thinking that I need to do something, that I am forgetting one important detail. I wander aimlessly down various streets when it hits me, roses. I search for a florist, thinking how could one possibly be in this town, but out of the blue I see one. It is small and tucked away from most eyes in a corner of the cities main road. It has a small sign in the surprisingly clean window that states 'open' I walk in and look about for her flowers.
"Can I help you?" A friendly voice from behind me asks.
"I am just looking for some roses, red ones." I state simply, without the slightest hint of emotion.
"Really, not too many people ask for Roses any more, especially red ones." The old woman smiles her wrinkled face shows hidden wisdom.
"Really, well this is a special occasion." I mumble as she shows me to the cart of roses.
"Ahh, I have white ones, as pure and untainted as the heart of angels. I also have pink ones, poised and elegant as the lips of angels. I have yellow ones as aureate and silken as angels hair. Then I have the red ones, the red ones stand out in contrast against the others. They are illustrious and enigmatic, captivatingly beautiful. They mean romance and death at the same time.." The old lady insights as if I needed to know what each color rose means.
"They are above the angels. Watch out for red roses, some only bring about sorrow" She sighs almost sadly after a short moment…they are like Julia I thought
"Just give me one red rose please." that is all the money I have left after the hotel
"Of course sir." She chooses a long stemmed one and wraps it in a small sheet of paper with ribbon.
"If I may ask sir, who is this rose for?" She asks while handing it to me her face filled with a perplexing sign of curiosity
"This is for my woman, here is your money." I hand her my last woolongs as I slip out the door. It is raining again, the tears of angels dampen my hair as I walk down the street towards the blessed devil. She is my woman, and she deserves this rose.
I find myself standing outside the entrance, entranced with anticipation. I cannot wait to see her again, I cannot wait to look upon her perfect goddess body. I feel myself tense up as I open the door and look upon the people in the bar. I look to my left at the old pool tables and the broken dartboard, no Julia. I glance to my right towards the polished bar and the worn tables, no Julia. I sigh as I look at the time, its only 10:30pm, I still have an hour and so left. I slump over to the bar and sit on a ripped open bar stool
"What will it be?" the bartender asked dully
"Whiskey, straight up." I stare straight in front of me, unfocused.
"I heard something big was going down tonight." The bar tender smirked
"Oh yeah, what?" I asked nonchalantly
"Well, someone tried to assassinate the leader of the Red Dragon Syndicate, a hitman was hired, and he almost did the job too, but that leader can really use a katana." The bartender whistled
"Oh, too bad for him." stupid ass, Vicious isn't that easy to get rid of.
"Yeah, and to top it off, another hit man was hired to get rid of an bounty hunter, but he failed too." the bartender tried to seem superior with his knowledge.
"And how do you know all of this?" I asked
"ISSP, undercover agent, I heard the mastermind behind all of this was here in this town." He sternly cautioned as if I would give a damn if he was undercover or not.
"Of course you are." I said simply, its almost degrading how these people know nothing.
I try to drown the minutes in whiskey, but every minute drags by like a day. I can't stand it.
"Hey, bartender, what time is it?" I ask, looking at the myriad of glasses and shots about me, knowing full well they are all mine.
"About midnight...a lot of crazies come in around now, I'd keep my eye open." The undercover cop cautioned
I didn't justify that with a response, I just kept my good eye on the door with my peripheral vision. Each time the heavy wooden door sung open I turned my head, but every time it wasn't her. I was beginning to give up when I saw the door open and in came... Julia. I turned and looked at her longingly she saw me and gave me a glance as she drifted to the barstool beside me and sat down gracefully.
"Julia...." I couldn't find words, they couldn't leave my mouth as I handed her the rose.
"Spike, its nice." She looked at me with a peculiar glance that I didn't recognize
"Are you ok Julia?" I asked stupidly
"Spike, come with me." She grabbed my hand in hers, her hands were silky smooth, but lacked something. She led me outside to the smoking alleyway. It was littered with trash, decaying rodents and burned out cars.
"Julia what are we doing here, lets go, lets run away." I grabbed her hands in mine as I gazed hopefully in her oceanic eyes.
"Spike, we can't, you cant, I cant..." Julia looked down at the asphalt
"Of course we can, Vicious won't hurt you I will protect you Julia." I put my face close to hers and leaned in for a kiss. I needed to feel her lips on mine, it had been too long.
"Spike, it's not only Vicious it's...it's...you too." Her face looked scarred with unexplainable emotion.
"What are you talking about?" I ask surprised
"You and Vicious have to die." Julia took out a 9mm pistol and pointed it to my head, Her eyes stormy with mask upon mask of emotion. I couldn't stand it
"Julia, stop this, we can live together forever, at peace. We don't need anyone else." My eyes were wide with confusion
"Spike you wont understand, I need to wake up from this dream, and the only way is through you and Vicious." Julia said with the faintest hint of pity.
"Julia I love you, forget that bastard Vicious, come with me, you are my world. I love you." I pleaded "I need you I want you." I feel so hurt, why can't we just be at peace.
"Spike, you and Vicious are both the same. Stubborn and stupid. Love...explain it to me." She said somberly and seriously, I can't believe she thought Vicious and I were the same
"Love is living for the person you love, Love is doing anything for that person. When you are in love you would give your life for that person." I try to form words that make sense, but so far I don't think I am coming across
"Spike, don't you see, love is just a dream, life is just a dream, that hitman was supposed to show that to you but I guess you didn't understand..." the hitman... she hired him to kill Vicious and I.
"Julia you don't make any sense, come with me put down your gun!" I shout desperately, I feel my world fall apart.
"Sorry Spike, but I have to wake up." She shot me in the leg and shoulder. I feel the pain shoot through my body like lightning bolt. My leg gives out from under me as I collapse onto the pavement. the pain hurts, but it is nothing compared to the heart brake I feel. My world has shattered and I cant find a thing to grasp onto.
"Julia please...I love you" I plead for my life at the hands of my lover, she is so beautiful, an angel, her golden locks, her thin lips...in the rain, always in the rain.
"Spike I am sorry, I wish this could have worked out..." She aimed the pistol at my heart, and her oceanic eyes pierced through me, right through me, always right through me. I heard a gunshot as I felt my heart stop. A name of beauty sung through my heart, but I am too scared to say who it is.
Tell me why...
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Hey guys, *^^* I hope you liked the chapter! I'd like to get out first hand that any Julia lovers please do not flame me up to bad, I know she may seem a little OOC but that is just because that I am feeling cruel and that is that. Sorry again, but I really don't see a huge, well ok, I can see why some might be mad at me for this chapter, but this is my fanfic and if you want to smear me for being too SxF I am going to put out there that this is a drama fic, so someone, I am not sure who or if at all, may die so... Just deal pro Julia people. I'll respond to reviews next chappie!
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