Protecting the Enemy
-Chapter 12-
By: Rachel*
Rated: R (Violent Content)
Gender: Romance/Drama
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
+ It's R because of the content Spike and Faye have… ::cough:: And the fact that Michael isn't a nice boy… -_-' Anyone against murder might want to be wary when they go into the office. +_+ READ + REVIEW!! I GOT VERY LITTLE REVIEWS LAST CHAPTER!!!! ::ROAR:: +
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Spike grabbed a strawberry and popped it in his mouth. "They're good…" He mumbled his mouth full of food. His dark green hair was tangled and sticking up more then it usually did. She watched as he turned away from her, like nothing had even happened. Faye shook her head. Spike grabbed a food tray and stacked some goodies into a small pile.
"You are hungry, aren't you?" Faye grabbed a tray herself and took a sandwich and sailed that was in a small plastic container.
"We should eat, and leave. I'll go talk to Liam about it, okay?" Spike waited for a response from Faye as she grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from his tray. Faye nodded. "I'll be back in a minute."
Faye sighed as he walked out of the room. She was so tense right now, it was driving her insane. A good shower, that's what she needed. "I'll ask Spike if it's okay when he gets back…" Faye smiled.
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Spike stepped out of the room. "Jet, where'd Liam go?" Jet was sitting on a red leather chair holding Ein as he gave the dog the last bite of his sandwich.
"Went to the bathroom I think, it's around the corner." Jet pointed down the hall to where a sign red the men's' room.
"Thanks, I think we'll be leaving soon. Go talk to Faye, she was kind of upset!" Spike called running down the length of the hallway. Jet nodded his head and stood up placing Ein by his feet; he was followed behind him.
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"I said I would get it done…" Liam growled into his cell phone. "Yes, it's Spike. No, Faye's fine." Liam spoke in a low, harsh tone. Nothing like he had been before. Spike started to open the door, stopping when he heard Liam speaking. "Kill him? I thought you wanted them both alive—" Liam stopped talking when a voice started yelling from the phone. "Yes sir. You'll have the girl, and Spike in a body bag within the hour." Spike's eyes grew wide. He backed away from the door bring his hands to his face. Stumbling backwards Spike fell into the wall opposite the bathroom door.
"How could you?" Spike uttered. Images of Liam when he was a little kid danced through his head. Like a broken record the image of Liam holding the gun to Spike held fast. Spike started to walk away as the door began to open. Staggering into a jog Spike flew his arms out towards the cafeteria door darting inside. "We're leaving now!" Spike ordered. Faye jumped at the sound of his voice as he grabbed her arm and pulled her away. "Jet, watch out for Liam…" Spike looked back at Jet.
"Wait, Spike, I wanted to take a shower first…" Faye protested. He was acting strangely again.
His face was blank and confused. "What are you talking about?" Jet dropped his bag of chips to the ground.
"We can't trust Liam!" Spike shouted glancing back at his comrade.
"What do you mean by that, Spike?" Liam's chipper voice piped. Spike's brown eyes widened and he froze.
Spike turned to face Liam pulling Faye behind him. Spike would be her shield if need be. He had no weapons, his gun and other belonging left behind in his room. How could he have let his guard down? Spike smirked. "I'm sorry; I just want Faye to come with me now." Faye's hands gripped onto the back of Spike's shirt. She let her eyes peer over his shoulder glancing over at Liam.
"Come on Spike, I'm more help, then trouble, I'm like your bodyguard…" Liam laughed pulling out his gun. Liam held it at his side.
Spike's eyes narrowed. "Liam, we'll be right back—"
"Don't screw with me…" Liam shouted. He pointed his gun at Spike. Spike's eyes widened. He pictured the happy little kid he once knew by Liam's side doing the same thing…
Faye's green eyes were fixed on the gun. "Liam, what are you doing?!" Faye shouted moving away from Spike. He clenched his teeth grabbing Faye's hand and jerking her back behind him again.
"I'm following orders Faye." Liam sighed. "I'm getting revenge for my sister." He thought for a moment. "Yep, he was right, you're a murder Spike, and you let my sister die! You told me you would protect her!" Liam hissed. Hate poured out of him.
"That's just like protecting the enemy…" Spike chocked. Liam froze. Faye's eyes went wide. What was he saying, that letting Julia die was okay? Faye didn't understand. "I loved your sister Liam. You and everyone knew that. However, she's just as evil as I was. We both killed, we both hated, we both fell in love with the wrong people." Spike stopped. "Or maybe not, maybe we did fall in love with the right person, but how is that going to change now Liam? She's dead. She didn't listen to me, and got herself shot. I've ever since then had to deal with that fact. Deal with my past, now it's catching up to me—"
"Shut up!" Liam shouted. "Protecting the enemy? You think Julia's the enemy?! You loved her, and now you're going to throw that feeling away for someone else?!" Liam's eyes glazed over with a layer of tears.
"Consider it my redemption Liam; let me save Faye, to save your sister." Spike sighed. Faye put her forehead against Spike's back letting her hand wrap around him resting on his stomach.
"No!" Liam cried out, he started to pull the trigger on his gun. A gunshot rang through the air. Spike's eyes went wide as Liam fell to the ground. Jet stood off in the distance his gun fell from his hands falling at his feet.
"Liam!" Spike pried Faye's arm off his waist and ran over to his side. A pool of blood surrounded his body. Spike let his head rest in his lap.
"Spike…" Liam breathed. He coughed up blood. Faye walked over slowly. "Keep her safe…" Liam exhaled closing his eyes. He would never take another breath.
Jet frowned closing his eyes. "Sorry kid…" He whispered. Jet looked over at Spike.
"He wasn't going to shoot me," Spike tried to convince himself. Faye walked up to Spike. He looked up at her. "right?" Faye didn't know what to say. She thought for a moment and remembered the picture. Her head pulled. How could she of almost forgotten about her.
"Could we go to Nathan's, Spike?" Faye whispered. His eye's narrowed again. She could wait to take a shower. Faye closed her emerald eyes. "I wanted to save someone." Faye sighed. "That picture I grabbed when we left my apartment. It's a picture of me and this little girl." Spike's eyes widened. "She was one of the people they brought in. They killed her brother, her sister, grandparents, anyone they saw. It was her birthday when they went to get her… Her whole family was there to celebrate. She just turned ten." Faye sighed. "Her name's really Emily, but ever since her brother died trying to save her, she's called herself Ed. That's what his name was."
Spike nodded. He gently placed Liam's head on the ground folding his arms over his chest. "Ed…" He smiled. Spike looked over at Jet. "Keep your phone on. We might need your help."
Faye started for the door. "Let's get some your stuff first." Spike nodded walking slowly up to her. He looked back at Liam. "He's in a better place…" Faye sighed. She reached out and was going to take Spike's hand but he pulled away looking at her with a cold glance before walking out of the room.
"He's just lost his last foot hold to Julia… He'll be okay after a little while." Jet sighed. "Take care of him." Jet smiled towards Faye. Ein whined walking over to Liam's dead body, licking at his right hand. "I'll go get Doc and tell him what's going on."
Faye nodded and walked out. "I'll kill him safe..." She hurried down the hall trying to keep up with Spike's quick strides. He jogged into his room opening the closet to find his tattered clothing. His yellow shirt was stained with blood, yet his torn sleeve had been sewn back on, with a red colored thread. "It was the best I could do." Faye grumbled. Spike tore off the white shirt ignoring Faye's words and threw on his shirt. Faye's cheeks flushed slightly as she bit down on her lower lip trying to control herself. "I put it in my bag before we left to get breakfast."
"Get the picture." Spike commanded. Faye sighed pushing him out of the way. She stood on her tiptoes and reached up to grab the picture. The girl was tall and thin with fire-red hair and golden colored eyes. Spike smiled when he saw Faye. Ed was pulling at her hair and she was falling off a chair as the picture was taken. "Cute kid." He smirked. Faye sighed sticking the picture in her back pocket.
"She'll be on the thrid floor—"
"The main one." Spike cut her off. "I know that place inside out." Spike grimaced. "I lived there for thirteen years of my life. I was ten when they brought me and Vicious there." Faye frowned. "Come on." Spike grabbed Faye's arm again and pulled her along grabbing his gun off the nightstand.
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"Stay behind me. No matter what, okay?" Spike pleaded. They had taken Jet's zip craft. Spike landed on the roof of a smaller building. He grimaced.
Faye nodded. "I'm okay with that." Spike leaned over her and grabbed another gun out of the dashboard. "You'll need this." He checked the clip to make sure there were enough bullets in it. Faye pierced her lips together and took the gun from his hands. "We're about a half a block away. They don't know what Jet's, zip craft looks like, so hopefully they don't know we're close to them." Spike opened the hatch letting Faye get out and stretch her arms into the air.
"You think we can really pull this off?" Faye sighed. "I mean two against how many people. They're after you; they want me back so I can be with Nathan. That and we're taking one of their smartest kids that they've got—"
"What?" Spike's eyes widened.
"She's a prodigy they said. She can hack into anything, figure out puzzles even top mathematicians couldn't figure out. She's a sweet little kid, but they keep her under tight security."
"Damn it!" Spike kicked his leg into the zip craft. "Why didn't you say so to begin with—"
"You would have said no, wouldn't you?" Faye smiled at him. Her voice was so sincere it hurt Spike to even look at her.
"Just be quiet, and listen to me when we get there." Spike gritted his teeth.
"Whatever it's worth Spike," She took a breath. "thank you." She smiled when he looked at her with a cold distant look.
Spike nodded and headed for a ladder that led them down onto the ground. He stopped as he started to walk down. He glanced down at his shirt where Faye had fixed it. "About my shirt…" He trailed off. "Thanks for fixing it. The red thread doesn't match, but at least I can wear it."
"It's better then that hooters shirt of yours." Faye mocked. Spike smirked and walked down the ladder.
"I thought it was your shirt though…" He laughed as Faye's face turned beet red. She started following Spike. After he reached the ground he waited for Faye and then started running down the alleyway. Faye in shock blindly followed him. Spike glanced behind him as he turned onto the walkway noticing Faye was trailing behind. "Give me your hand." Spike ordered. Faye did as he asked and he started in a dead run Faye struggled to keep up. He was like a blur and in no time they were at the back entrance. Faye bent forward trying to catch her breath. Spike smiled back at her. "Sorry."
Faye frowned. "Do you have to run so," She took a breath. "fast?" Spike shook his head.
"I'll go a little slower next time." Spike smirked. "Stay quiet." He ordered readying his gun and stepping up to the door. With a strong kick the door slammed open hitting the guard who was watching the back exist. Spike smiled as he fell to the ground out cold. "Easier then I thought." He grabbed Faye's hand again pulling her to the left. "We'll take the elevator and then—" Spike stopped when he heard the sound of laughter coming from a nearby room. He pushed Faye to the wall himself standing next to her. "…We'll grab the kid and go." Spike whispered. Faye nodded. "Come on." He ran down the hall without making a sound. Faye watched in awe following behind him. He was flawless in his technique. Is this what they teach those kids in the back room? Faye held her breath as she saw someone coming from the door. Spike's eyes widened and he looked around in a panic. He saw a room. The lights were out, he ran for it grabbing Faye and pushing himself and her inside.
"Where are we?"
"Someone's office…" Spike whispered into her ear as the people walked by. It was dark and they couldn't see anything. It smelled odd. Faye thought it was familiar, something like… Spike found a light switch and turned it on. Faye fell to her knees, blood. It was scattered on the walls surrounding three girls who lay dead on the ground their bodies naked. Spike grabbed Faye as she was about to scream and covered her mouth. He looked in horror closing his eyes himself. They were cut up so badly he couldn't even tell who they were. "Don't scream." Spike sighed he let go of her and stepped closer to the girls. Spike started gagged, his eyes watering from his violent coughing. The sounds of footsteps alerted him. He turned the lights off and ran into a closet with Faye, closing it as someone came in.
"You shouldn't trust strangers…" The voice chuckled. The flash of a camera sickened Spike even more. Faye's eyes widened in fear when she recognized that voice, he was one of the main reasons that she had run away. "I'll have to have the room redone again… I'm too tired to clean right now." Another flash lit the room before he walked out again closing the door. Spike sighed. He couldn't see Faye from where he stood. She was close though he could feel the heat of her body radiating onto his.
"It's him." Faye sighed. She reached her hands out to find a light to the closet but instead her hand landed on Spike's face. She stopped before running her hands over his face. His eyes were closed, a smile on his lips.
"Looking for the light?" He mumbled as her hand ran over his lips. Faye nodded. Spike couldn't see her. He took a step forward bumping her into the wall. Spike came closer.
"I was trying…" Faye whispered. Spike stretched his hands out to find her face. He did the same as Faye did. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly agape. He let his hands run through her hair. His heart beat quickened.
Faye let her fingers tangle in his mass of green hair. He smiled leaning forward. "Faye…" He trailed off as his nose bumped into hers.
Faye's cheeks flushed. Her heart was beating so loudly she prayed he couldn't hear. He laughed a little letting his face rub against hers. Faye sighed into his ear sending a shiver down his spine. "Hmm…" She smiled.
Why was he doing this? What about his Julia? His mind clouded more and more by the second. She had worked her magic on him. He was hers, kept tightly under her spell of lust. He kissed her cheek and then went to her lips the want taking over his awareness of the situation. Faye pulled away trying her hardest to see the look in his eyes. "Spike—" She was cut off as Spike kissed her again pressing his body into hers. His hands ran down her sides and down to her thigh. Faye moaned into his mouth trying to unbutton his shirt. Spike pulled her down to the ground trying to avoid the few boxes and scattered papers. They pulled down a coat landing on top of Faye and him. She laughed lightly moving her hands from Spike's chest and throwing the coat into the back of the closet.
"Faye…" He mumbled again letting his lips trail down to the collar of her shirt. Faye's back arched against his frame as she pulled him closer. Why didn't she make him stop? Spike kissed her again. Faye wanted this, she knew she did, but something was screaming at her to stop. Faye's eyes opened and she looked up at Spike's shadowed face as he started to kiss her again.
"Stop…" She breathed. Spike looked down at the shadowed figure underneath him, his eyes hazed. "We can't Spike." His eyes filled in confusion as her spell started to weaken. She pushed him away. This wasn't right. Not now, they were in a closet, in a room with three dead women. Not forgetting that this was Michael's office no less… Spike sighed letting his body relax and fall onto Faye with a sigh. She let her hand run through his hair as he relaxed into her frame feeling comfort. She was right, what was he thinking, what about Julia? 'She's dead…' The horrid words echoed in her head, like a broken record.
He pushed himself up and took Faye's hand pulling her up. He coughed looking down in shame. His shirt was nearly unbuttoned and he quickly fastened it. Faye pulled her shirt down some and let her hand run through her hair. "Come on." Spike sighed opening the door. The click of a gun made his beating heart stop.
"You should really make sure no one is in the room before doing something like that…" Michael held a gun to Spike head. Faye backed herself into the back of the closet in fear.
"Michael, don't!" Faye pleaded.
"Did he hurt you, Faye?" Michael looked back towards her winking. He disgusted her. Faye shook her head.
"You were the one who hurt me Michael. You and Nathan both did. Let us go… Please Michael?" Faye whispered.
"Yes, please Michael?" Spike smirked. Michael glanced down at Spike his eyes narrowing. It was enough time for Faye to fire her gun hitting Michael in the hand.
"Damn you!" He shouted falling back in pain. Spike kicked the gun away from his letting his foot, step down onto Michael's neck.
"You should make sure that the girl doesn't have a gun before doing something like that…" Spike mocked stepping down even harder. Michael's throat pained him and he coughed desperately trying to get some air…
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