Tears Are Fallen Rose Petals
- Chapter 9 -
- Desperate Times, Call for Desperate Measures… -
"Jet, come on… Just think about this for a minute! Do you think we did this just to piss you off?!" Spike backed away causally from Jet who didn't seem to take the whole, Faye is pregnant thing as well, and they had hoped.
"Hee, Hee! Faye-Faye is a mommy!" Ed laughed dancing around the room swinging Ein around in circles.
'At least Ed's happy…' Faye smiled lightly. 'I don't know if I would hire her as the baby sitter though…' Faye frowned at the thought. "Jet, please. Anyway we were talking in the car; we want you to be the God father…" The room fell silent except for the few giggles from Ed, and a bark from Ein.
"I…" Jest sighed in defeat. "Of all the people in the world, you have to choose me?" Jet let his hand run through what hair he had left.
"You're the only person we know who could fit the description. Besides, you don't seem to mind kids, you deal with Ed fine, and what about that Mayflower girl?" Faye smiled as Jet blushed slightly.
"Erra!" Jet shouted. "Fine… Fine… Fine!" Jet stormed out of the room slamming the door shut.
"Well, I think he took that pretty well, what do you think?" Spike sighed trying to forget the urge for a cigarette he was getting.
"You think he'll mellow out after a while?" Faye sighed sitting on Ed's bed.
"Yeah, he just doesn't like to admit that he's wrong, and really dislikes losing an argument to me." Spike smirked.
"I'm going to take a shower. I'll be out in a little bit." Faye smiled wrapping her arms around Spike's chest pulling his back against her chest and stomach.
"Hmm… Is that an invitation?" Spike smiled coyly before he started to laugh. "I'm just kidding." Faye's eyes widened as she whacked him across the head.
"Invitation to what?" Ed tilted her head to one side in question.
"Ehh… Never mind, forget I ever said anything…" Spike's face turned red something Faye had never seen Spike actually do.
"Oh, you're blowing your cover… You, Mr. Uncaring… Blushed!" She laughed running out of the room.
"Uh…" Spike sighed shaking his head.
"So Spi-Spi is going to be a daddy?" Ed smiled narrowing her eyes and pointing an accusing figure.
"Don't call me Spi-Spi… Yes, so I'm going to be a dad, I have to help take care of you and Ein, except now they'll be two more little kids to take care of. That and after they can talk it shouldn't be as hard to take care of them."
"It'll take more then just that Spike…" Jet came back inside.
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Faye sighed as she reached the door pausing to lean up against her door and sigh. She closed her emerald green eyes and placed her hands on her stomach. 'Our baby.'
"Heh… Hello Mrs. Spiegal." Vicious smiled his pale white face seemingly lightened in color as he swung the door open wide and Faye fell back into his arms. He quickly placed a single piece of duck tape over her mouth and bent her arms back.
"Mmm!" She tried to scream but no one heard the effortless cry for help.
"Sorry baby doll. You're lover can't hear you… Can't you hear the TV, Ed has it on too loud again." He chuckled lightly as tears fell onto her cheeks. "You know I think I'm the only one who can make the famous Faye Valentine… I mean former, Faye Valentine, cry. I think I should be honored." Vicious snapped his fingers and three more men popped into the room and grabbed a hold of her arms and legs so she couldn't fight any longer.
"Mmmm!" She scowled trying to move the tape from her face with her tong or anything she could rub her face against.
"Hmm… You have to say something. As long as you don't cry out I will let you talk for a moment… But if you do decide to cry," Vicious stopped talking and drew his blade pointing it towards her stomach. "You can say bye to you're lovely children and any chance of having kids again…" Vicious smiled ripping the tape off her face in one quick motion making her flinch in pain.
"You heartless bastard. What happened to Spike's friend? He told me you used to be best—" Vicious cut Faye off by shoving the tape back on her face.
"Things happened that can't be explained. We'll leave it at that unless you want me to hurt you." He smiled taping her face with the blade of his sword.
'Spike… Help me… Someone… Anyone please!' She screamed in her mind as the men carried her out quickly letting the door close on its own.
"Hmm… I'll just leave this little note for Spike here and then let him come find me and Faye on his own…" Vicious smiled once again his teeth seemed to shine with delight.
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"Mom, dad!" Vicious shouted as gun fire shot throughout the room.
"Uhh… Vicious, run away, you and Spike… Get out of here, get out now, before it's too late!" Vicious's mother fell to the ground blood pouring from her one side.
"Mom…" Vicious felt the tears well up in his eyes as she let her hand run through his white hair before her head and arm collapsed to the ground, her body giving out. "Uh… Mom…"
"Vicious, come on…" Spike placed a hand on his shoulder and they crawled in the darkness of night to the back exit to Vicious's apartment.
"Err! You basta—" Vicious's father was cut off as they shot him point blank in the head…
"There they are, grab them now, and lets get out of here, the place is gonna blow in two minutes!" A man hissed. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses despite the fact that it was three in the morning. He had a long black trench coat and an umbrella over his head protecting him from the rain. "Come on!" He yelled again.
"We're coming sir…"
"Erra! Let me go you asshole!" Spike kicked around bighting one of the men in spite.
"Ahh! You little—"
"That's enough!" The man shouted again. "We're not here to hurt you two, we're here to protect you. We need you to come with us, we're part of a syndicate you could help us… We need your help." The man smiled brightly removing his glasses. His left eye was covered in a filmy coating, he seemed to be blind almost entirely.
Spike and Vicious glared at the man with strong hate and rage pouring though their bodies, but when the three men from behind them pointed guns to their heads they had no choice but to fallow them…
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"Faye, are you out yet?" Spike walked into their room carelessly hearing the shower water running. "Faye, can you hear me?" Spike paused the urge to light a cigarette starting to kill him. With no response Spike proceeded to knock on the bathroom door. "Faye, baby its Spike, I'm coming in…" Spike opened the room to find the shower door wide open water all over the floor. "What the…" He trailed off when he found a letter placed in the sink with his name neatly written on the front.
Spike swallowed the lump forming in his thought as he picked up the letter with shaky hands. 'This is… This is Vicious's hand writing!' His mind screamed. He ripped the envelope open in a blur tearing out the letter and began to read it aloud.
Dear Spike,
If you haven't already guessed it… This is Vicious. I have seen to it that Faye has been brought the main office to be with me. If you want her, and your children to live I suggest you get here within twenty-four hours or you'll be too late. Don't expect to be all heroic either… I don't plan on letting you all go. Just Faye, you will have to stay… Just so you have a time frame it's 7:45 now… I'll see you then Spike.
Sincerely,
Vicious
PS – Hope the running water and open shower door helped for added effect… She never made it to the bathroom door.
Spike crumbled the note letting it fall into the small pool of water that he was standing in. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth fighting back his anger and pain. 'I'll kill him; I'll kill him even if I die in the process! Just as long as Faye is alright…' Spike pounded his fist into the shower door meaning to close it, but shattering the glass as it smashed against the door frame. "Erra! Vicious!"
"Spike?!" Jet came running into the room when he heard Spike yelling, and the shower door braking.
"He… He…" Spike's face had gone pale, as he inhaled air rapidly his vision blurring with tears again.
Jet looked down at the note on the ground only able to make out Sincerely, Vicious. "Oh God, he's got Faye… I…"
Spike slid down the counter and slowly sat down, not caring that now he was sitting in the puddle of water and not caring that Jet was trying to pull him up, but he refused to. 'This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening…' His mind screamed over and over again as he pulled his knees to his chest controlling his breathing to an extent. "This isn't happening!" His shot echoed through the bathroom and out into hallway…
Oh, you're blowing your cover… You, Mr. Uncaring… Blushed!