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Ch 2 Caught in a Reverie
Spike still on the couch, was remembering his past only this time he was getting caught up in his reverie.
It had been raining that last night he and Julia had made love. Little had he known it would be the last time, his eyes opened around 4 a.m. Instincts told something wasn't right. He rolled over to see that Julia wasn't there. He jumped out of bed and called her name. Slowly, the bathroom door opened. He turned his head to see the woman he loved in the doorway. She stared at him blankly, and said, "What's the matter?"
"Oh, I just had a bad feeling." He said coolly then stepped away from the bed.
"About what?" She asked as she walked over to him slipping her arms around his thin muscular frame.
Spike looked her in the eyes. He took a deep breath and let it go with relief. He touched her cheek and kissed her lips gently. "It was just a bad feeling, it's gone now, forget it."
Julia looked deep into his eyes. She had always loved the fact he had two different eye colors. One eye was slightly, more brown. You could never tell if you simply glanced or looked at the man. You had to really stare into his eyes to see this. She placed her fingers in his hair and brought his face into a deep passionate kiss. As their lips parted she whispered onto his lips. "I love you so much, Spike. It hurts when I'm not with you."
Spike had felt the same way. He gripped her tighter to his body. And then, he pulled her away. He looked into her eyes again and spoke softly, "Julia, come with me. We'll get away. I promise no one will find us."
This had brought tears to Julia's eyes. A single tear fell and she nodded yes, Spike smiled, and again he kissed her softly. Both lay down to sleep for the rest of the night.
Spike opened his eyes slowly; the clock read 10:33 a.m. he sat up rubbed away the sleep. He stretched out and stood up. The morning rays had slipped into the room from between the shading of the blinds in the window. He headed towards the bathroom when he decided to turn to look at his lover. To his dismay, there was no one lying in bed. He turned and went into the bathroom. Nothing. He shrugged his shoulders and figured that Julia had gone down to the bakery to purchase some fresh croissants as she done many times before. Spike showered and got dressed. It had been nearly twenty minutes. Still, he hadn't heard any noise coming from the living room.
Dressed and ready to start packing, he entered the living room. He saw nothing but the small floating particles of dust in the sun rays that intruded the gloomy living room. The shades still closed and nothing out of place. It looked to Spike like no one had been in the room since the night before. That's when he saw the pale yellow paper on the picture table next to the front door. Folded and a bit open he saw a green stem with a single thorn. He shook his head. His breath became deep. He felt a small pain in his chest. He walked slowly towards the table, grabbing the stem of the flower and with his other hand the paper. The flower, a single red rose, Julia's favorite. He took a deep breath and then opened the note. Scribbled and a bit smeared, as if she cried, while writing the note. It read:
Spike,
I know I promised the go away with you. I can't. I was given a choice by Vicious. You or the Syndicate, those were my only choices. I did choose you. I chose the let you live and I know I will be with you one day. Know that I love you with every fiber in my body. I'm sorry.
Julia
Spike read the note. Tears streamed from his eyes and he smelled the rose. The sweet aroma, that brought memories of the woman he loved. He fell to the ground deep sobs kept him from getting up. From between sobs and tears streaming from his eyes and anger built within him. "How could you just leave me!" he shouted. As he screamed he slowly had gotten up from the floor. In his left hand he crushed the rose and as he did the thorn pierced his fleshy palm and blood streamed down from his fist. Spike saw the blood and suddenly full of rage he began to destroy the living room in a few minutes he had left nothing but the couch whole. Shards of glass all over, wood splintered chairs and tables lay on the floor. Spike entered the bedroom he began to gather what few things where his. Everything he owned fit in a small back pack and one box. He fell to his knees and cried again until the early evening. He spent the day passing in and out of consciousness. Finally awakening before midnight he grabbed his bag and single box and walked away from Julia's apartment.
Spike now staring at the ceiling fan of his new home, the Bebop. He swallowed hard and he felt a single tear fall from his still human eye. This was the only thing that kept him in the past. He wiped away the tear and slowly moved to a sitting position. Where the hell is Faye? He thought. "Faye!" he shouted.
"That'll do ya no good," said a low gruff voice from behind.
Spike turned his head to see Jet's big frame in the door. "What?"
"She's gone. She took off 'bout five hours ago."
"Oh," Spike just motioned Jet over, "C'mon and help me get to the can."
Ch 2 Caught in a Reverie
Spike still on the couch, was remembering his past only this time he was getting caught up in his reverie.
It had been raining that last night he and Julia had made love. Little had he known it would be the last time, his eyes opened around 4 a.m. Instincts told something wasn't right. He rolled over to see that Julia wasn't there. He jumped out of bed and called her name. Slowly, the bathroom door opened. He turned his head to see the woman he loved in the doorway. She stared at him blankly, and said, "What's the matter?"
"Oh, I just had a bad feeling." He said coolly then stepped away from the bed.
"About what?" She asked as she walked over to him slipping her arms around his thin muscular frame.
Spike looked her in the eyes. He took a deep breath and let it go with relief. He touched her cheek and kissed her lips gently. "It was just a bad feeling, it's gone now, forget it."
Julia looked deep into his eyes. She had always loved the fact he had two different eye colors. One eye was slightly, more brown. You could never tell if you simply glanced or looked at the man. You had to really stare into his eyes to see this. She placed her fingers in his hair and brought his face into a deep passionate kiss. As their lips parted she whispered onto his lips. "I love you so much, Spike. It hurts when I'm not with you."
Spike had felt the same way. He gripped her tighter to his body. And then, he pulled her away. He looked into her eyes again and spoke softly, "Julia, come with me. We'll get away. I promise no one will find us."
This had brought tears to Julia's eyes. A single tear fell and she nodded yes, Spike smiled, and again he kissed her softly. Both lay down to sleep for the rest of the night.
Spike opened his eyes slowly; the clock read 10:33 a.m. he sat up rubbed away the sleep. He stretched out and stood up. The morning rays had slipped into the room from between the shading of the blinds in the window. He headed towards the bathroom when he decided to turn to look at his lover. To his dismay, there was no one lying in bed. He turned and went into the bathroom. Nothing. He shrugged his shoulders and figured that Julia had gone down to the bakery to purchase some fresh croissants as she done many times before. Spike showered and got dressed. It had been nearly twenty minutes. Still, he hadn't heard any noise coming from the living room.
Dressed and ready to start packing, he entered the living room. He saw nothing but the small floating particles of dust in the sun rays that intruded the gloomy living room. The shades still closed and nothing out of place. It looked to Spike like no one had been in the room since the night before. That's when he saw the pale yellow paper on the picture table next to the front door. Folded and a bit open he saw a green stem with a single thorn. He shook his head. His breath became deep. He felt a small pain in his chest. He walked slowly towards the table, grabbing the stem of the flower and with his other hand the paper. The flower, a single red rose, Julia's favorite. He took a deep breath and then opened the note. Scribbled and a bit smeared, as if she cried, while writing the note. It read:
Spike,
I know I promised the go away with you. I can't. I was given a choice by Vicious. You or the Syndicate, those were my only choices. I did choose you. I chose the let you live and I know I will be with you one day. Know that I love you with every fiber in my body. I'm sorry.
Julia
Spike read the note. Tears streamed from his eyes and he smelled the rose. The sweet aroma, that brought memories of the woman he loved. He fell to the ground deep sobs kept him from getting up. From between sobs and tears streaming from his eyes and anger built within him. "How could you just leave me!" he shouted. As he screamed he slowly had gotten up from the floor. In his left hand he crushed the rose and as he did the thorn pierced his fleshy palm and blood streamed down from his fist. Spike saw the blood and suddenly full of rage he began to destroy the living room in a few minutes he had left nothing but the couch whole. Shards of glass all over, wood splintered chairs and tables lay on the floor. Spike entered the bedroom he began to gather what few things where his. Everything he owned fit in a small back pack and one box. He fell to his knees and cried again until the early evening. He spent the day passing in and out of consciousness. Finally awakening before midnight he grabbed his bag and single box and walked away from Julia's apartment.
Spike now staring at the ceiling fan of his new home, the Bebop. He swallowed hard and he felt a single tear fall from his still human eye. This was the only thing that kept him in the past. He wiped away the tear and slowly moved to a sitting position. Where the hell is Faye? He thought. "Faye!" he shouted.
"That'll do ya no good," said a low gruff voice from behind.
Spike turned his head to see Jet's big frame in the door. "What?"
"She's gone. She took off 'bout five hours ago."
"Oh," Spike just motioned Jet over, "C'mon and help me get to the can."