Spike sat up on the bed to the phone blaring in his ear. He looked at
the clock. 9:00. He had a bad feeling about today. He picked up the phone.
"What?"
"Isn't that sweet," Julia retorted.
"You woke me up," Spike spat, not really caring what she thought right about then.
"Fine, whatever. I just called to tell you I can't have lunch today."
"Why," Spike sounded less perturbed now and a little more anxious at what was going on with her.
"Vicious has a job. Nothing big. I just don't trust him - I'm going to tag along," she sighed.
"What? I thought Mao put him off duty this month. Said he'd been working to hard."
"He did? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I was there. Vicious said he would tell you, not to worry about it."
"He didn't."
"I don't think he forgot either. I'm coming with you. I'll be over there in 15 minutes. Don't leave."
"Wha! No! Honestly, Vicious doesn't even know I'm going to be there."
"No buts, I'm coming over now," Spike spoke quickly, afterwards hanging up, giving the frantic woman on the other line no time to argue with his decision.
And he kept his word. In 10 minutes Julia heard the doorbell. She sighed, and went to open the door. "Your early. Let's go," Julia never let him see the inside of her house, walking out, shoving him slightly, and closing the door once again as she went on her way.
"Just what exactly is this job," Spike found that annoyance again.
"I have no idea. That's what scares me. But. . .the name. . ." she trailed off.
"Of the target?"
"Let's talk about something else."
"No. Answer me."
"Yes. Of the target."
"Why? What's the name?"
"E-Eric," she stuttered remembering her dream from awhile ago. She had still been having dreams about her family.
"Yeah? Who's he?"
"Eric was my brothers name. He supposedly died in a car wreck with my parents. But there were never any bodies. The car was burned."
"Something's going down. And I don't like the looks of it."
By now, they were just in the alley of Vicious' apartment. They saw his car speed off, and followed at a far distance, out of sight. One Julia called 'safe.' Finally, they came to an old abandoned house. Or at least it was assumed to be abandoned. Vicious alone stepped out of the jeep and walked up the stepping stones with his hands by his side and a cynical smirk illuminating his features as usual. Julia and Spike crept into nearby bushes. Vicious kicked down the door and a man ran out. Tall and slender. It was just like the man from Julia's dreams. And memories flooded her. "Eric."
Vicious didn't hear her. And unfortunately, neither did Eric. "He's your brother isn't he," Spike spoke in a whisper barely audible.
"Vicious can't. He's. . ." she trailed off again, obviously having a painful past. But Vicious could. As they were talking, what Julia feared happened. Vicious grabbed the man by his neck, slamming him up against the creaking trailer. There were no by-standers to witness it.
"Sorry, Eric. I hate to do this. But you've seen too much. You've run from me for too long. It's time," Vicious remained emotionless throughout his speech.
"2 years. And you've finally found me. Just tell her I'm sorry - I love her."
Vicious pulled the dagger hidden in his trench coat and slit his throat before anything else could be said. "ERIC!" A scream from the bushes emerged, just as Julia ran out, Spike on her heels. Vicious looked utterly amused. He moved, and let her reach the body, holding Spike back. He pushed his way through the chaos and calmly drove away from the scene in front of him. Julia looked down on the body. Gore never effected her much. It couldn't in that line of business. No tears were shed. She silently arose and walked back to her own car, motioning for the other man to follow. He did so without a word. They drove until they returned to Julia's home. "Care to stay for awhile? There are some things you need to know." Spike nodded. She unlocked the door, stepping in first, not bothering to hold the door for Spike. He took the hint and stepped inside himself. It wasn't much.
'Seems as though all anyone can afford these days is an apartment,' Spike thought. He sat down on her peach sofa next to her. She leaned over on his shoulder. At first, he could only feel her body shudder. Then, silent tears finally came, and wet his skin slightly. He smiled a bit. After awhile, she started to try explaining things.
"I had another brother. One almost my age. Jeremy. We were taken to the syndicate together as kids. Our parents, they, I don't think they died in a car crash."
"What do you think happened?"
There was no time for a response. Vicious walked in. He closed the door behind him. He sat on the chair to the right of the sofa. "I think it's time you should know what happened."
"So do I."
"Should I leave," Spike spoke nervously, understanding this was private.
"No. I want you here," Julia replied, her eyes never leaving Vicious'. So no one left.
"I think you know who it was I killed."
"And Mao has no idea," Julia picked it up.
"I killed YOUR parents. You know good and well there was no car crash. It was all a set up. I owed ya dad something."
"And what about Eric and mom! What did they do," Julia got vaguely defensive.
"It's like I said to Eric. They saw too much."
"Jeremy, that's not true!"
Spike stared for a second once he figured out just what was going on.
"That's not my name."
"I'm s-sorry. Vicious."
At this point, for the first time in his life, Spike fainted.
AN: Did you guys catch that? If not. . .I don't think I should bother to say. Just ask someone. I just realized how twisted this was. Ja.
"Isn't that sweet," Julia retorted.
"You woke me up," Spike spat, not really caring what she thought right about then.
"Fine, whatever. I just called to tell you I can't have lunch today."
"Why," Spike sounded less perturbed now and a little more anxious at what was going on with her.
"Vicious has a job. Nothing big. I just don't trust him - I'm going to tag along," she sighed.
"What? I thought Mao put him off duty this month. Said he'd been working to hard."
"He did? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I was there. Vicious said he would tell you, not to worry about it."
"He didn't."
"I don't think he forgot either. I'm coming with you. I'll be over there in 15 minutes. Don't leave."
"Wha! No! Honestly, Vicious doesn't even know I'm going to be there."
"No buts, I'm coming over now," Spike spoke quickly, afterwards hanging up, giving the frantic woman on the other line no time to argue with his decision.
And he kept his word. In 10 minutes Julia heard the doorbell. She sighed, and went to open the door. "Your early. Let's go," Julia never let him see the inside of her house, walking out, shoving him slightly, and closing the door once again as she went on her way.
"Just what exactly is this job," Spike found that annoyance again.
"I have no idea. That's what scares me. But. . .the name. . ." she trailed off.
"Of the target?"
"Let's talk about something else."
"No. Answer me."
"Yes. Of the target."
"Why? What's the name?"
"E-Eric," she stuttered remembering her dream from awhile ago. She had still been having dreams about her family.
"Yeah? Who's he?"
"Eric was my brothers name. He supposedly died in a car wreck with my parents. But there were never any bodies. The car was burned."
"Something's going down. And I don't like the looks of it."
By now, they were just in the alley of Vicious' apartment. They saw his car speed off, and followed at a far distance, out of sight. One Julia called 'safe.' Finally, they came to an old abandoned house. Or at least it was assumed to be abandoned. Vicious alone stepped out of the jeep and walked up the stepping stones with his hands by his side and a cynical smirk illuminating his features as usual. Julia and Spike crept into nearby bushes. Vicious kicked down the door and a man ran out. Tall and slender. It was just like the man from Julia's dreams. And memories flooded her. "Eric."
Vicious didn't hear her. And unfortunately, neither did Eric. "He's your brother isn't he," Spike spoke in a whisper barely audible.
"Vicious can't. He's. . ." she trailed off again, obviously having a painful past. But Vicious could. As they were talking, what Julia feared happened. Vicious grabbed the man by his neck, slamming him up against the creaking trailer. There were no by-standers to witness it.
"Sorry, Eric. I hate to do this. But you've seen too much. You've run from me for too long. It's time," Vicious remained emotionless throughout his speech.
"2 years. And you've finally found me. Just tell her I'm sorry - I love her."
Vicious pulled the dagger hidden in his trench coat and slit his throat before anything else could be said. "ERIC!" A scream from the bushes emerged, just as Julia ran out, Spike on her heels. Vicious looked utterly amused. He moved, and let her reach the body, holding Spike back. He pushed his way through the chaos and calmly drove away from the scene in front of him. Julia looked down on the body. Gore never effected her much. It couldn't in that line of business. No tears were shed. She silently arose and walked back to her own car, motioning for the other man to follow. He did so without a word. They drove until they returned to Julia's home. "Care to stay for awhile? There are some things you need to know." Spike nodded. She unlocked the door, stepping in first, not bothering to hold the door for Spike. He took the hint and stepped inside himself. It wasn't much.
'Seems as though all anyone can afford these days is an apartment,' Spike thought. He sat down on her peach sofa next to her. She leaned over on his shoulder. At first, he could only feel her body shudder. Then, silent tears finally came, and wet his skin slightly. He smiled a bit. After awhile, she started to try explaining things.
"I had another brother. One almost my age. Jeremy. We were taken to the syndicate together as kids. Our parents, they, I don't think they died in a car crash."
"What do you think happened?"
There was no time for a response. Vicious walked in. He closed the door behind him. He sat on the chair to the right of the sofa. "I think it's time you should know what happened."
"So do I."
"Should I leave," Spike spoke nervously, understanding this was private.
"No. I want you here," Julia replied, her eyes never leaving Vicious'. So no one left.
"I think you know who it was I killed."
"And Mao has no idea," Julia picked it up.
"I killed YOUR parents. You know good and well there was no car crash. It was all a set up. I owed ya dad something."
"And what about Eric and mom! What did they do," Julia got vaguely defensive.
"It's like I said to Eric. They saw too much."
"Jeremy, that's not true!"
Spike stared for a second once he figured out just what was going on.
"That's not my name."
"I'm s-sorry. Vicious."
At this point, for the first time in his life, Spike fainted.
AN: Did you guys catch that? If not. . .I don't think I should bother to say. Just ask someone. I just realized how twisted this was. Ja.
