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Blues in the Night

By roxyravette

Chapter 2  Never Skip Out on the Dead

A hand covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her screams. She squirmed and tried to get away from him, but his grip was strong.

            "C'mon Faye," he whispered. "You know you want it." A lone tear trickled down her cheek and he licked it off, enjoying her panic and fear. He removed his hand and sobs escaped her throat. He kissed her forcefully and his hands went to her shoulders, pushing her firmly against the bed. Faye felt him through the thin material of the dress she was wearing and she tried to push him away but he wouldn't move. He broke of his kiss and smirked.

            "Go ahead and fight," he purred. " I like it rough." Her eyes widened and she screamed, only to be silenced by the force of his kiss. And through it all, Faye cried and struggled; yet this was the price she paid for giving her trust.

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Faye woke up with a gasp and sat up. Her heart eventually stopped trying to beat its way out of her chest and slowly, she loosened her death grip on the sheets. She ran a hand through her hair and lay back on the bed…Bed? Faye looked around and realized she was not in her hotel room. She was bandaged and taken care of, but the room didn't look like a hospital's. The clothes weren't hers either. Instead of her usual outfit, she wore an oversized gray T-shirt and a pair of blue drawstring shorts. All the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she had a thought.

"What if Reic brought me here?" Faye shuddered and she swore she still felt his hands on her body. She recalled the last few moments of her nightmare.

"No not a nightmare… my past…"

Way before she had met Spike and Jet, Reic Darnay was a part of her life. Who would have thought he would fall in love with her. Maybe love wasn't the right word. It was more like lust. She had grown to trust Reic despite the fact he was a bit obsessive. Reic went on and on about making it big in casinos. That should have been her first clue but no she had to be so goddamn trusting. He revealed the truth that night and showed his true colors. Her debt collectors and Gordon had hired him to take her in. When he tried to bring her in and she refused to comply, he nearly…no she wouldn't even think about what he had almost done. She had managed to run away from him that night. But he'd found her and was hunting her again.

"Hopefully he's dead now." Faye hugged herself.

Suddenly Faye heard a door slam and heavy footsteps pad through the residence. Faye felt her heart speed up. Grabbing an empty beer bottle near her, she made her way off the bed. Quietly, she tiptoed to the door. It was open a crack and she could see someone in the kitchen. As stealthily as she could, she crept towards the kitchen. Whoever was in there was cooking and paying too much attention to the food to notice her slip in. Faye peeked around the corner. She saw a tall man bent over looking for something in a cupboard. Faye caught a whiff of what was on the stove. Pancakes. Faye's stomach growled in response.

"Well I'll steal a pancake after I hit him."

Faye smiled to herself and continued to inch forward. She couldn't make out any facial features but he did have a nice ass.

"What a shame…" she thought. "He looks kind of cute from this angle."

Slowly she raised the beer bottle over her head, ready to strike him down as soon as he got up. The man stood up abruptly and Faye took her chance…only to be stopped by his face. Faye dropped the bottle and the glass showered the floor. Faye stared at him in shock and disbelief. Her mouth gaped at him and she knew that her face had paled. So many thoughts ran through her head.

"It can't be."

"You left and didn't come back."

It was Spike Spiegel in all his flaming glory. That mossy green hair she always used to tease him about was still the same. That confused, almost annoyed look he gave her when he didn't know what the hell she was talking about was pasted on his face. The trademark cigarette was even there, dangling from his lips. It was all there. All of him was there. But something was different. Those eyes...those mismatched brown eyes that once held a jaded look now held something else. Faye didn't know what the hell it was but it looked familiar. Like when she would stare at herself in the mirror…

Faye shook her head to clear her thoughts. She had no idea what to say or hell, what to do. She just stood there frozen. So many emotions played across her face. Shock. Outrage. Anger. Faye struggled, trying to find the right words to say. She would start but they died before the got out of her mouth. At a loss, she finally stated the obvious.

"You're…" She whispered. "…you're supposed to be…but you're here…" Faye flustered and gave up. Faye wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to smack him but hug him at the same time. She decided to compromise. She walked up to him and touched his face. He frowned and his eyes locked onto hers. For a moment, Faye was worried and she waited for the insult that never came. She caressed his cheek…and promptly threw back her hand and slapped him hard.

"THAT was for turning your back on me, Spike!" she yelled, her green eyes blazing with fury. "The nerve of you not to tell us…ESPECIALLY me… where you were!"

Spike touched the imprint that her hand had made. He still looked confused as he rubbed his face. They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, not saying a word.

"Spike?" he asked, voice cutting into the thick silence. Faye looked surprised.

"Yeah you." She said smirking. "What? Did you forget or something?" Spike gave her a look that sent shivers down her spine. He looked away, but Faye caught what he didn't want her to see. Sadness. Again it made her skin crawled. Something was bothering him and it wasn't her attempt to knock him out, the awkward pause, or the slap. Faye felt a sudden urge to apologize.

"I'm sorry." Spike looked up at her.

"I knew when I picked you up from outside, that you might know who I am." Faye gave him a puzzled look.

"Why should I not know you?" She said warily, not liking the way he said that. "I did live with you for a couple of months." Spike scratched the back of his head.

"Well, you see, when I woke up," he started. "The doctors said I had some brain damage."

"You don't look more retarded than usual." Faye retorted as she crossed her arms. Spike frowned.

"Are you always this bitchy?"

"Only with you." she said icily. " Now go on." Spike took a deep breath.

"They said I have temporary amnesia."

Unconsciously she took a step back away from him.

To be continued…