Authors Notes: - Don't worry, these updates will get longer. Right now its just setting everything up so it's a little choppy. Soon the fun will begin.
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Vicious stalked around the corner and paused as he heard his targets voice. He was at the end of the alley. With the sureness of death he moved deeper into the dark narrow space. As he drew closer he unsheathed his sword. Just as his target appeared he lunged forward to strike. He stopped short when his intended victim sobbed.
Spike stumbled away from the wall he'd been leaning heavily against, a bottle of liquor handing from his hand. Several others littered the ground around his feet and the smell of alcohol was so strong on his breath Vicious could smell it from several feet away.
He stared in stunned shock as Spike stumbled towards him.
"Ish that you Vishus?" He asked in a badly slurred voice.
"Spike... What the hell happened to you?" Vicious asked as he lowered his sword, unable to attack such an inebriated foe.
"She did it again!" He sobbed in reply, falling towards Vicious.
He caught him out of shear surprise and held his former friend upright. "What?"
"Julia..." Spike moaned. "Jush like last time..."
Vicious continued to keep him on his feet and thought over what he'd just said. If Julia wasn't with Spike, where was she?
Spike went limp and nearly pulled him down with him. Vicious picked him up and looked down at him. Spike snored loudly, his eyes red from crying and hair even more tussled than normal. Vicious looked around the alley, almost as if asked it for an idea of what to do. He hesitated for a moment longer then turned and walked back out onto the street, carrying the limp figure of his former comrade.
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