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Alone
…in a puddle of blood. Faye ran to her sister's body, and held her in her arms. Dead. It seems she had been died for a few hours now. Maybe just after Faye had left. Faye shook her head in disgust. Who could have done this? Kill some one who didn't know how to fight, and wasn't a threat to anyone. Faye tried to let tears fall, but none would roll down her soft cheek. She had only cried for Spike, and had left him to be alone. Now she was alone, too.
Spike had made many trips to the kitchen, and now his feet were killing him. The thought of Faye made him worry. Not for her, but for himself. Spike decided to take a shower, but changed his mind when he thought of the last time he took one. The picture. The one Ed had made. It could have come true, and yet it was so far away. Faye took a shower twice a day. Spike gripped the coach in anger. He didn't want to think about her. Anyone but her. Julia. He couldn't go back. He had rejected her after all she had done. He could never go back. It had been Faye or Julia. Then it turned to either Faye or no one. He ended up with no one. He ended up alone. Spike hadn't realized it, but he had become drunk for Faye.
As Faye thought about Spike tears fell down her blood filled cheeks. The blood of her sister. Since she had gotten to her new home, Faye had been drinking beers. One after another. Finally she was drunk, and thinking about Spike. She had the urge to tease him. To make him want her, but she was only drunk. Without a second thought she decided to go get Spike drunk. Make him pay for making her go through this. Faye jumped into her Red Tail, and took off. How would she make him pay?
Spike didn't want to walk back to the fridge. He did for no reason, though. There were no more beers. He sat back down on the coach, and laid his head back. Jet, Ed, and Ein had left to keep away from him. Earlier he had been throwing things everywhere, and at everyone. Then when they had left, Spike had locked the door. The only one with a key was Faye, and she wasn't coming back. He didn't even flinch when he heard a key at the door. When he realized that he must be Faye, he ran to the door, and opened it. Faye was there. All wet. No one had realized it was raining, and in Faye's state she didn't care.
Spike pushed Faye into his arms, but she pushed away with a reassuring statement of coming right back. Spike waited on the coach. His legs crossed on the table. Faye was in her room with a black dress in her hand. It was her sister's, but she wouldn't mind. The dress was short with a very low neckline. It showed just enough legs and clearage. Faye slipped it on, and took off her black boots. Slowly she walked to the living room. Where Spike was. The drunk Spike.
When Faye showed herself in front of him, Spike howled like a wolf inviting a female to play. Faye smiled wickedly. Spike sat up as Faye got closer to him. Closer. Closer. Faye sat on his lap, and was ready for his arms when they curled around her waist.
Rifaye- hey, I really don't know if I should write this part. I'm really unsure about it. Maybe I'll just let u think about what happened. Skip the part to day time or make Faye turn away. What do u think? There clearly both drunk.
Alone
…in a puddle of blood. Faye ran to her sister's body, and held her in her arms. Dead. It seems she had been died for a few hours now. Maybe just after Faye had left. Faye shook her head in disgust. Who could have done this? Kill some one who didn't know how to fight, and wasn't a threat to anyone. Faye tried to let tears fall, but none would roll down her soft cheek. She had only cried for Spike, and had left him to be alone. Now she was alone, too.
Spike had made many trips to the kitchen, and now his feet were killing him. The thought of Faye made him worry. Not for her, but for himself. Spike decided to take a shower, but changed his mind when he thought of the last time he took one. The picture. The one Ed had made. It could have come true, and yet it was so far away. Faye took a shower twice a day. Spike gripped the coach in anger. He didn't want to think about her. Anyone but her. Julia. He couldn't go back. He had rejected her after all she had done. He could never go back. It had been Faye or Julia. Then it turned to either Faye or no one. He ended up with no one. He ended up alone. Spike hadn't realized it, but he had become drunk for Faye.
As Faye thought about Spike tears fell down her blood filled cheeks. The blood of her sister. Since she had gotten to her new home, Faye had been drinking beers. One after another. Finally she was drunk, and thinking about Spike. She had the urge to tease him. To make him want her, but she was only drunk. Without a second thought she decided to go get Spike drunk. Make him pay for making her go through this. Faye jumped into her Red Tail, and took off. How would she make him pay?
Spike didn't want to walk back to the fridge. He did for no reason, though. There were no more beers. He sat back down on the coach, and laid his head back. Jet, Ed, and Ein had left to keep away from him. Earlier he had been throwing things everywhere, and at everyone. Then when they had left, Spike had locked the door. The only one with a key was Faye, and she wasn't coming back. He didn't even flinch when he heard a key at the door. When he realized that he must be Faye, he ran to the door, and opened it. Faye was there. All wet. No one had realized it was raining, and in Faye's state she didn't care.
Spike pushed Faye into his arms, but she pushed away with a reassuring statement of coming right back. Spike waited on the coach. His legs crossed on the table. Faye was in her room with a black dress in her hand. It was her sister's, but she wouldn't mind. The dress was short with a very low neckline. It showed just enough legs and clearage. Faye slipped it on, and took off her black boots. Slowly she walked to the living room. Where Spike was. The drunk Spike.
When Faye showed herself in front of him, Spike howled like a wolf inviting a female to play. Faye smiled wickedly. Spike sat up as Faye got closer to him. Closer. Closer. Faye sat on his lap, and was ready for his arms when they curled around her waist.
Rifaye- hey, I really don't know if I should write this part. I'm really unsure about it. Maybe I'll just let u think about what happened. Skip the part to day time or make Faye turn away. What do u think? There clearly both drunk.