"Sing for me please... just like that," he said trying to lift his
bandaged face up from the pillow that comforted his nightmare sleep. He
awoke to the most entrancing vision of beauty, a ray of light shining
brightly in his painful existence. Her blonde hair fell into her face as
the humming ceased. She smiled down at him, pushing a strand of hair from
her eyes. She couldn't help but be lost in the intense almond colored eyes
that gazed longingly into her own. She started singing again, the words
distinct and clear, passionate and beautiful, the music ran through his
soul as he never experienced it before.
Don't care for me / Don't cry / Let's say goodbye / Adieu / It's time to say goodbye / I know that in time it will just fade away / Its time to say Goodbye
She smiled at him again, putting away the bandages and rinsing out a bowl in the sink nearby, all the while continuing to sing. Everyday from then on was like that, from the moment he woke up till whenever he fell asleep he begged her to sing to him, giving her the slick smile that had worked wonders on all the other women he met. She sang and sat, watching his sleeping face, praying for the chance to see his eyes again. They burned into her and made her feel so strange, no words could explain it.
"We will get our revenge," a voice hissed from the other end of the room, causing Spike to stir in his sleep. He knew that voice, but at the moment the face that went with it completely escaped him.
"He had at least three bullet wounds, his head was smashed up pretty bad too," it was the voice of an angel ringing in his ears. "We're very lucky he stumbled here."
"You never cease to amaze me," this hissing came again.
"Vicious, please, it's my job to help people..."he opened his eyes to see her smiling coyly at the tall, silver haired man..
"You have to come work for the Syndicate now, you've shown more dedication than we could ask you to," he said, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't know how much I can help you," she shook her head, her beautiful blonde hair falling into her face as her eyes focused on the ground.
"I've seen what you can do to men, your eye for detail and organization that never fails us," he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You can't refuse my request."
She nodded, Spike tried to find some hesitation in her eyes. He moved his head to the left and that's when Vicious eyes laid on him.
"It seems as though he's waking," he walked to the bedside and stared down at him.
"Hello, Vicious," Spike said confidently, with all the strength he could muster. He nodded.
"We know who it was that attacked you, some members from the White Tigers, apparently pissed off that we dealt with all the Gate issues - they wanted the money..." he set a glass of water at the bedside table. "We have already sent countless men after them, not one of them will go unpunished for what has happened to you."
Julia walked out of the room, both men watched her leave and a silence settled over them.
"She's beautiful," Vicious said with his eyes still lingering on the doorway. Spike nodded. "She's going to join us, you'll have to help me train her, and help her fall for me..."
A twisted smiled filled his face and Spike just nodded in quiet approval. It felt as though something was ending before it was beginning, but he wasn't sure what was happening. He closed his eyes as Vicious talked to him, the words faded off into the distance, echoing on the walls of the tiny room. He fell asleep again.
It was a week later that he felt the strength of his legs carrying him towards the Syndicate headquarters. The beautiful women ahead of him and his best friend at his side. She was dressed in black, her skin strikingly pale against the outfit, her eyes a brighter blue than he had ever imagined.
"How are you feeling?" Vicious asked as they walked into the dining room.
"Tired..."
"Well, that's normal for you," he said walking towards the head of the table. Spike took the first seat he could find, only to find her sitting down next to him. She smiled and placed the napkin gently on her lap.
"You look much better," she said softly. He didn't feel that much better until she spoke to him.
"None of it would have been possible without your assistance," he smiled and she hid her face behind a layer of her hair.
"You're an extremely strong person," she smiled. "I've never seen someone take so many injuries and come out of it alive."
"It wasn't my time to go... What's your name? I never did get a chance to properly introduce myself," he smiled offering his hand to her.
"I'm Julia," she took his hand, he didn't want to let go of the perfectly soft skin that caressed his rough and worn hands. They lingered a little longer than normal, staring into each others eyes.
"Julia, I want to introduce you to Mao..." Spike saw him place his hand on the small of her back, and jealousy ripped through him.
"Vicious," he said, the silver hair whipped around to look at him. "Are the Elders going to be here tonight?"
"No," he shook his head and started walking towards the head table again. Spike watched the two of them from his seat, the way the Vicious looked at her and always touched her. Whether it was her shoulder or her back, or his fingers running through her hair, he was always touching her. Spike played with the lighter, flicking it on and off and subconsciously running his finger through the flame. Her smiled never faded, he couldn't tell if her feelings for Vicious were equal, she never touched him, she hardly looked at him. She came back to the table, Mao waved at Spike when his eyes roamed to Julia's sitting place, he nodded to acknowledge his presence and watched as Vicious sat down at the head table.
"Is he going to eat up there?" Spike asked not looking up at her, but focusing on his cigarette.
"Yeah, it seems that way," she smiled. He blew the smoke away from her and leaned in closer, offering her a cigarette. "No thank you."
"Ah, you're one of those healthy types, I forgot," he grinned.
"You got me..."her eyes glittered across his face for a moment before she looked back up to the head table. He'd never felt this way before, it was as though everything in the world only revolved around her, he could see nothing else.
"Well, I have to say you're not that hard to figure out," he still moved closer. "Sweet and innocent, not completely tainted by the darkness of the world. One of those beautiful women who can get whatever she wants by batting her eyelashes, making a man believe that he's lost in the ocean of her eyes... though you won't use your power yet. You're waiting for something, you care about other dangerously."
She looked up at him, almost in shock. "I don't know whether that was suppose to be complimentary or not."
"Which part?" He asked smoothly.
"All of it..."
"You're beautiful."
She was silent.
"You're not so hard to figure out either Mr. Spiegel," she played with a ring on one of her fingers. "A good looking man who has had to struggle his entire life, the usual Syndicate man who has no real feeling towards any one thing. You will do anything to get what you want, nothing can stand in your way. You try hard to hide all of your emotions by acting sarcastic, collected, and calm. Yet in you're eyes there is this power to love, you just don't know it."
He laughed.
"You don't think you're that way?" She asked, leaning back in her chair.
"Not completely," he shrugged.
"I know all your weaknesses," she smiled. "You told me everything while you were sleeping."
Inside he was full of wonder and shock, but outside he lifted an eyebrow and turned to his glass of whiskey.
"Here's to you," he raised the glass. "My Secret Keeper."
Don't care for me / Don't cry / Let's say goodbye / Adieu / It's time to say goodbye / I know that in time it will just fade away / Its time to say Goodbye
She smiled at him again, putting away the bandages and rinsing out a bowl in the sink nearby, all the while continuing to sing. Everyday from then on was like that, from the moment he woke up till whenever he fell asleep he begged her to sing to him, giving her the slick smile that had worked wonders on all the other women he met. She sang and sat, watching his sleeping face, praying for the chance to see his eyes again. They burned into her and made her feel so strange, no words could explain it.
"We will get our revenge," a voice hissed from the other end of the room, causing Spike to stir in his sleep. He knew that voice, but at the moment the face that went with it completely escaped him.
"He had at least three bullet wounds, his head was smashed up pretty bad too," it was the voice of an angel ringing in his ears. "We're very lucky he stumbled here."
"You never cease to amaze me," this hissing came again.
"Vicious, please, it's my job to help people..."he opened his eyes to see her smiling coyly at the tall, silver haired man..
"You have to come work for the Syndicate now, you've shown more dedication than we could ask you to," he said, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't know how much I can help you," she shook her head, her beautiful blonde hair falling into her face as her eyes focused on the ground.
"I've seen what you can do to men, your eye for detail and organization that never fails us," he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You can't refuse my request."
She nodded, Spike tried to find some hesitation in her eyes. He moved his head to the left and that's when Vicious eyes laid on him.
"It seems as though he's waking," he walked to the bedside and stared down at him.
"Hello, Vicious," Spike said confidently, with all the strength he could muster. He nodded.
"We know who it was that attacked you, some members from the White Tigers, apparently pissed off that we dealt with all the Gate issues - they wanted the money..." he set a glass of water at the bedside table. "We have already sent countless men after them, not one of them will go unpunished for what has happened to you."
Julia walked out of the room, both men watched her leave and a silence settled over them.
"She's beautiful," Vicious said with his eyes still lingering on the doorway. Spike nodded. "She's going to join us, you'll have to help me train her, and help her fall for me..."
A twisted smiled filled his face and Spike just nodded in quiet approval. It felt as though something was ending before it was beginning, but he wasn't sure what was happening. He closed his eyes as Vicious talked to him, the words faded off into the distance, echoing on the walls of the tiny room. He fell asleep again.
It was a week later that he felt the strength of his legs carrying him towards the Syndicate headquarters. The beautiful women ahead of him and his best friend at his side. She was dressed in black, her skin strikingly pale against the outfit, her eyes a brighter blue than he had ever imagined.
"How are you feeling?" Vicious asked as they walked into the dining room.
"Tired..."
"Well, that's normal for you," he said walking towards the head of the table. Spike took the first seat he could find, only to find her sitting down next to him. She smiled and placed the napkin gently on her lap.
"You look much better," she said softly. He didn't feel that much better until she spoke to him.
"None of it would have been possible without your assistance," he smiled and she hid her face behind a layer of her hair.
"You're an extremely strong person," she smiled. "I've never seen someone take so many injuries and come out of it alive."
"It wasn't my time to go... What's your name? I never did get a chance to properly introduce myself," he smiled offering his hand to her.
"I'm Julia," she took his hand, he didn't want to let go of the perfectly soft skin that caressed his rough and worn hands. They lingered a little longer than normal, staring into each others eyes.
"Julia, I want to introduce you to Mao..." Spike saw him place his hand on the small of her back, and jealousy ripped through him.
"Vicious," he said, the silver hair whipped around to look at him. "Are the Elders going to be here tonight?"
"No," he shook his head and started walking towards the head table again. Spike watched the two of them from his seat, the way the Vicious looked at her and always touched her. Whether it was her shoulder or her back, or his fingers running through her hair, he was always touching her. Spike played with the lighter, flicking it on and off and subconsciously running his finger through the flame. Her smiled never faded, he couldn't tell if her feelings for Vicious were equal, she never touched him, she hardly looked at him. She came back to the table, Mao waved at Spike when his eyes roamed to Julia's sitting place, he nodded to acknowledge his presence and watched as Vicious sat down at the head table.
"Is he going to eat up there?" Spike asked not looking up at her, but focusing on his cigarette.
"Yeah, it seems that way," she smiled. He blew the smoke away from her and leaned in closer, offering her a cigarette. "No thank you."
"Ah, you're one of those healthy types, I forgot," he grinned.
"You got me..."her eyes glittered across his face for a moment before she looked back up to the head table. He'd never felt this way before, it was as though everything in the world only revolved around her, he could see nothing else.
"Well, I have to say you're not that hard to figure out," he still moved closer. "Sweet and innocent, not completely tainted by the darkness of the world. One of those beautiful women who can get whatever she wants by batting her eyelashes, making a man believe that he's lost in the ocean of her eyes... though you won't use your power yet. You're waiting for something, you care about other dangerously."
She looked up at him, almost in shock. "I don't know whether that was suppose to be complimentary or not."
"Which part?" He asked smoothly.
"All of it..."
"You're beautiful."
She was silent.
"You're not so hard to figure out either Mr. Spiegel," she played with a ring on one of her fingers. "A good looking man who has had to struggle his entire life, the usual Syndicate man who has no real feeling towards any one thing. You will do anything to get what you want, nothing can stand in your way. You try hard to hide all of your emotions by acting sarcastic, collected, and calm. Yet in you're eyes there is this power to love, you just don't know it."
He laughed.
"You don't think you're that way?" She asked, leaning back in her chair.
"Not completely," he shrugged.
"I know all your weaknesses," she smiled. "You told me everything while you were sleeping."
Inside he was full of wonder and shock, but outside he lifted an eyebrow and turned to his glass of whiskey.
"Here's to you," he raised the glass. "My Secret Keeper."
