well, i've decided to combine these two stories ("an evil obsession" and "aeo: the second round") because people keep getting confused and bugging me about writing more. i've already written more monkeys! you just haven't noticed *hmph* hehe, just kidding folks. well, kinda....





Chapter 4

Spike busted his way through the door of the abandoned warehouse, his hand gun cocked and

ready. The guards that had been standing outside had been easily taken down, and Spike could

only hope that if he encountered any more inside that it would be the same

He cautiously surveyed the scene before him, making sure there was no disturbance in the air

before continuing on. Why would Vicious bring her here? And what exactly did he want from

her? Spike cursed himself for not coming sooner. If Faye was dead.... He shook his head, clearing

the thought from his mind. Vicious wouldn't dare go that far.

Don't be stupid Spike, he thought to himself. Of course he would. He's Vicious for Christ's sake.

Making his way up the grand staircase, he stopped at where the stairs split in two, separating into

opposite directions. Spike carefully observed both paths, wondering which one to take. The

problem was resolved as gunshots exploded at him from the top of the right staircase, causing

pain to sear through his left arm. So much for that route.

Spike ducked down to the left and shot a round out to his opposers. After hearing the dying

screech of a dead man and the inevitable thud that came afterwards, Spike ran up the left hand

staircase at top speed, pausing only after taking refuge behind the sharp corner. Pain racked his

left arm, and Spike ripped the bottom of his shirt and tied it around the wound to stop the

bleeding. Suddenly this didn't seem so much like a walk in the park.

~*~

Faye jolted awake from her peaceful slumber. Hearing the unmistakable sound of gunfire, she

turned to her side to awaken Vicious, who had been sleeping soundly beside her, only to find that

he was already up and alert. He stood at the doorway at full attention, a loaded gun held tightly in

an upraised hand. He had put on long black trousers, but his chest was still bare. Tousled hair

covered his head, and the few gleaming specks of his eyes that Faye could see told her that he

knew exactly who was behind the gunshots.

"What's going on?"

Vicious remained poised and concentrated as he answered her. "Spike...." The name dripped with

a venomous hatred that Faye couldn't find in herself to fathom. She knew that Vicious hated the

green-haired idiot even more than she did. Now that was saying something.

"But why is he here?"

A smile crossed Vicious' lips. Faye could feel herself melt at the mere sight of that smile. "Isn't it

obvious? Here's here for you."

Faye refused to believe what she was hearing. "What?! How is that possible?" But even as the

words escaped her lips, the realization came to her. Spike had gone into her room...touched her

bed...and found the note.

"THAT SON OF A BITCH!!" she exploded. She had only been this angry before once in her life,

and that was because some sleaze-ball left all his debts to her. And now...Spike had been pushing

it before, but this was beyond fucking pushing it. Eminating with wild fury, it took Faye a few

moments to realize Vicious was staring at her, a slightly confused expression on his face.

"There something wrong?"

Blushing slightly, Faye jumped out of bed, not caring that Vicious had adverted his eyes down to

her naked body. She dressed quickly and turned to find Vicious still staring at her with that

depthless gaze. Smiling casually, she walked over to him and placed her hand on his, the same

hand that held the gun.

"You should go," she told him, pushing his hand downwards as to lower the gun. "If Spike finds

you...you know he'll try to kill you."

Vicious' eyes bore into her own. "What about you?"

"Oh don't worry. I'll be just fine, right after I kick his ass several times."

The gaze became softer and he reached up a hand to caress her cheek. "Leave some for me now."

Faye smiled. "I can't guarantee that now." Clasping the door knob with her free hand, she kissed

him hard on the lips, the passion that she had felt only hours before flooded her veins, returning

with full force. Reluctantly she pulled away, leaving both of them yearning for more. Without

saying another word, Faye opened the door and slipped out of the room, shutting it quietly behind

her. She knew that if she hadn't of left then, she probably never would have. Sighing heavily, she

closed her eyes and let the silence envelop her. But this moment of serenity didn't last as long as

she would've liked, for seconds later the sound of gunfire came blasting through her head.

Having no more reason to stay, Faye fled down the long corridor that Vicious had led her down.

Reaching its end, she turned the sharp left corner...and ran straight into Spike.

~*~

Not knowing what hit him, Spike sprung backwards as he watched the thing fall to the ground.

Becoming steady again, he aimed his gun at whatever it was. It didn't take him long to realize

that it was Faye; he'd recognize that angry glare anywhere. And apparently, Faye Valentine was

very angry.

"You conniving little bastard!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, after getting back on her

feet.

"What are you talking about Faye? I came here to save your ass and this is the thanks I get?"

"Thanks?!" she bellowed, causing Spike to wince. "I'm not thanking you for anything! Why the

hell don't you just mind your own business for once?!"

It was Spike's turn to get angry. "Vicious is my business, Faye," he spat, his tone dropping

dangerously low. "And I know you know where he is."

She paused, unsure of what to say. Spike spoke for her. "Tell me where he is, Faye."

A defiance taking control, Faye stared Spike straight in the eye, holding there an unwavering

gaze. "He's not here."

Spike narrowed his eyes. "You're lying."

Faye returned the look. "Am I? If you know him so well Spike, then why don't you tell me where

he is?"

She got nothing in response. Instead, Spike turned to leave, not even noticing the sudden absence

of gunfire. But Faye wasn't through with him yet.

"Ya know what, Spike?"

He stopped.

"As much as you think this is your business, it's not. Coming here was my own decision. Did you

hear that, Spike? Mine. I don't care how much you hate Vicious, or how terrible you may think he

is, but let's get one thing straight. My involvement with him has nothing to do with you, okay?

This is not your problem." She paused, taking a moment to let the anger subside. "It's mine."

Having no more to say, she hurriedly pushed her way past him and started down the staircase.

"You're making a mistake, Faye."

The violet-haired beauty stopped, feeling the anger build within her once more. She turned back

to him, a vengeful glint in her eye. "No. The mistake I made, was thinking I could trust you."

Spike watched as she continued her way down the steps in all her haughty glory. The pain in his

arm had somewhat subsided to a dull throbbing, but this wasn't what was on Spike's mind. There

was definitely something wrong with this picture. Why was Faye all of a sudden sticking up for

Vicious? Spike could remember the time when even the mention of his name made Faye quiet,

something not much was able to do. And now here she was acting like she...like she....

A horrible thought engulfed Spike's mind as he recalled Faye's venomous words. How terrible

you may think he is. You may think.... Did that mean that Faye no longer thought Vicious was

terrible? That she could in fact be...?

Spike stopped thinking. Faye had no idea what she was getting herself into, he was more sure of

that now than ever before. Vicious was playing some kind of sick game with her, he had to be.

Spike grimaced at the thought of a woman being used in such a demeaning way, even if it was

Faye. Vicious was using her, just like he had used Julia....

And then it snapped. That was why Vicious wanted Faye. To do what Julia wasn't able to. It all

made sense now. Spike clenched his fists in hated and fury.

"That rat bastard...." he exclaimed, not caring who overheard him, if anyone. It was at that

moment, when Spike made a silent vow to himself to stop Vicious once and for all.















YAY! chapter 4 is done!!! muahahaha! oki sry...i got a little carried away there. anyway, hope u

liked the beginning to the sequel. and don't worry kids, chapter 5'll be up by tomorrow night. oki

dokey! *yawns* me go sleepy by now. don't forget to review!!!

-Meru