Shangri-La here again. Sorry I didn't update this for so long, but I came
down with some sort of sickness and my head is pounding. *cough cough*
Well, here it is - the long awaited third chapter... Review because you
know you love it!
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Faye's P.O.V:
Vicious began asking me questions after the first two days. How did we meet? Where was his family? Did he have a job? How long had we been together? I said, college, dead, not at the moment, and two years. He seemed satisfied with everything, like he didn't want to push it, and even though I sometimes thought it might be wise to take down Spike's picture, I never did.
One day, he complained that he hadn't very many clothes.
"We'll go shopping for clothes then," I replied with a wince. My wallet was pretty thin - and he didn't even have one. "But after that," I added, "you really need to get a job."
We went to the mall, first of all, and he remained pretty quiet. It's not like I expected him to talk up a storm or anything, but somehow, the silence made me uncomfortable. I'd been wavering in my plan lately. I had hoped to make him fall in love with me, to become attached, and then, in good time, to break his heart in two. And perhaps after that to stomp all over it. Just like he had done to me with Spike. But things didn't seem so simple now. We hadn't even kissed. He hadn't wanted to (although I had found out the hard way that he liked to cuddle in his sleep).
"I like this place," he said, stopping me and pointing to a store.
I actually laughed out loud. It was a stylish store with clothes that were all the rage, and what was more, there were all COLORFUL. At his bemused look, I apologized and explained, "It's too expensive. Here - you like dark colors anyway."
"No I don't."
"Yes, you do." I took him by the arm and led him into a much cheaper place, though he wasn't happy about it. I hurried him along until he had two outfits, which was all I would allow, and after paying we promptly left and went to the park. I had to admit, I was getting anxious to put my plan into action.
"How about ice cream?" he asked hopefully as we passed a vender.
I sighed and looked up into his face. He was like a child then, his expression innocent and pleading. He actually looked cute like that. Almost as if to protect myself from further thoughts that might run along similar lines, my mind conjured up a picture of a smirking Spike, the kind of crooked smile he wore when telling a joke. My heart almost began to ache at the prospect of how long it had been since I'd heard his soft, rich laugh. No, it was more of a chuckle. Whatever it was, I just missed it.
Vicious is the one who ordered and paid for our treat, handing me my cone with a smile. I took his arm in mine, mechanically, and we began to walk and eat. Without hardly knowing it, I had pushed myself into flirt mode.
"You know," I commented softly, pressing myself up close against him, "I really missed you. I was so lonely, but I never really gave up hope. I just couldn't." For emphasis, my voice had become sugary sweet and almost pouty, and I nuzzled against his neck. He was stiffening under my touch, a little uncomfortable, and I smiled up at him. Ok, so it was all very corny and mushy, but the guy had amnesia - and he was totally falling for it.
"It's nice," he began, his voice faltering, "to know that you care about me... I had thought no one did."
"Do you still care about me?" I pressed, stopping him and turning so that we were facing one another. I gazed firmly into his eyes, which kept darting away from mine. "I love you...and I'm scared...that you don't love me back...because...because..." Come on, girl! Make this insecurity thing work for you! A few tears would be nice too. I felt a warm, sticky droplet trickle down my fair cheek. Bingo. "You've been away so long... I'm scared that you might've forgotten how much you used to care for me..."
Vicious, shocked and overcome by the emotions being displayed, dropped his ice cream cone. It hit the ground and splattered close by his shoes, which caused him to look down, severely startled. Forlornly, he looked at his lost dessert.
"Vicious, is that what happened here?"
He shook his head frantically, faded blue eyes wide in horror. His colorless hair swirled around his face, almost the same color as his pale skin. "No, no - I could never forget how I feel!" he insisted, which was sort of funny since he'd never loved me to begin with. "I knew from the moment I first saw you...that we were meant for each other. I'll never leave you again, May."
It almost threw me off, hearing him call me that name. I wish I had just told him from the start that my name was Faye, not May. Nevertheless, I smiled tearfully up at him, trying not to think too deeply about what I was doing.
He took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up, bending down as if to kiss me. I closed my eyes and waited, but a child ran by with a kite and it obviously distracted Vicious. He let go of me and looked at it, shading his eyes with his hand. I glanced up as well, seeing with a sudden jolt that the kite was a red Chinese dragon, and Vicious' eyes had glazed over from staring at it. The Red Dragons. I couldn't let him remember his old syndicate - not yet. Grabbing his face in my hands, I jerked it back towards mine and rose onto my tiptoes, kissing him hard and without feeling. It lasted a few seconds, and he was the one to push away.
I stared at him, unsure of what to do. Both of us looked highly unsatisfied with the kiss. It had been pretty cold and unfeeling, and I doubt it made him feel anything for me. I sighed and looked away.
"It's ok," he tried to console me. "I'm just a little...unsure of myself right now. We'll get back to how we used to be."
I smirked to myself as we started walking again. "Back to how we used to be, huh?" I murmured under my breath. Wow, the thing was, if I had my way, things would go back to the way they had been years ago only for about two seconds before I shot his brain out.
We were quietly strolling along down a dirt path, just past this tiny flower meadow, when Vicious suddenly grabbed me, spun me around, and dipped me down for a gentle kiss. It probably looked pretty romantic, like some movie scene, and when he lifted me back up and set me on my feet, he was smiling, pleased with himself. It HAD been nice...
"Let's go home now," I suggested, a bit unsteady after the kiss. I'd just ventured into unknown territory, and stepped back - alive and unharmed. I felt a little scared, but at the same time, triumphant. My plan was working.
Vicious was falling for me.
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Faye's P.O.V:
Vicious began asking me questions after the first two days. How did we meet? Where was his family? Did he have a job? How long had we been together? I said, college, dead, not at the moment, and two years. He seemed satisfied with everything, like he didn't want to push it, and even though I sometimes thought it might be wise to take down Spike's picture, I never did.
One day, he complained that he hadn't very many clothes.
"We'll go shopping for clothes then," I replied with a wince. My wallet was pretty thin - and he didn't even have one. "But after that," I added, "you really need to get a job."
We went to the mall, first of all, and he remained pretty quiet. It's not like I expected him to talk up a storm or anything, but somehow, the silence made me uncomfortable. I'd been wavering in my plan lately. I had hoped to make him fall in love with me, to become attached, and then, in good time, to break his heart in two. And perhaps after that to stomp all over it. Just like he had done to me with Spike. But things didn't seem so simple now. We hadn't even kissed. He hadn't wanted to (although I had found out the hard way that he liked to cuddle in his sleep).
"I like this place," he said, stopping me and pointing to a store.
I actually laughed out loud. It was a stylish store with clothes that were all the rage, and what was more, there were all COLORFUL. At his bemused look, I apologized and explained, "It's too expensive. Here - you like dark colors anyway."
"No I don't."
"Yes, you do." I took him by the arm and led him into a much cheaper place, though he wasn't happy about it. I hurried him along until he had two outfits, which was all I would allow, and after paying we promptly left and went to the park. I had to admit, I was getting anxious to put my plan into action.
"How about ice cream?" he asked hopefully as we passed a vender.
I sighed and looked up into his face. He was like a child then, his expression innocent and pleading. He actually looked cute like that. Almost as if to protect myself from further thoughts that might run along similar lines, my mind conjured up a picture of a smirking Spike, the kind of crooked smile he wore when telling a joke. My heart almost began to ache at the prospect of how long it had been since I'd heard his soft, rich laugh. No, it was more of a chuckle. Whatever it was, I just missed it.
Vicious is the one who ordered and paid for our treat, handing me my cone with a smile. I took his arm in mine, mechanically, and we began to walk and eat. Without hardly knowing it, I had pushed myself into flirt mode.
"You know," I commented softly, pressing myself up close against him, "I really missed you. I was so lonely, but I never really gave up hope. I just couldn't." For emphasis, my voice had become sugary sweet and almost pouty, and I nuzzled against his neck. He was stiffening under my touch, a little uncomfortable, and I smiled up at him. Ok, so it was all very corny and mushy, but the guy had amnesia - and he was totally falling for it.
"It's nice," he began, his voice faltering, "to know that you care about me... I had thought no one did."
"Do you still care about me?" I pressed, stopping him and turning so that we were facing one another. I gazed firmly into his eyes, which kept darting away from mine. "I love you...and I'm scared...that you don't love me back...because...because..." Come on, girl! Make this insecurity thing work for you! A few tears would be nice too. I felt a warm, sticky droplet trickle down my fair cheek. Bingo. "You've been away so long... I'm scared that you might've forgotten how much you used to care for me..."
Vicious, shocked and overcome by the emotions being displayed, dropped his ice cream cone. It hit the ground and splattered close by his shoes, which caused him to look down, severely startled. Forlornly, he looked at his lost dessert.
"Vicious, is that what happened here?"
He shook his head frantically, faded blue eyes wide in horror. His colorless hair swirled around his face, almost the same color as his pale skin. "No, no - I could never forget how I feel!" he insisted, which was sort of funny since he'd never loved me to begin with. "I knew from the moment I first saw you...that we were meant for each other. I'll never leave you again, May."
It almost threw me off, hearing him call me that name. I wish I had just told him from the start that my name was Faye, not May. Nevertheless, I smiled tearfully up at him, trying not to think too deeply about what I was doing.
He took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up, bending down as if to kiss me. I closed my eyes and waited, but a child ran by with a kite and it obviously distracted Vicious. He let go of me and looked at it, shading his eyes with his hand. I glanced up as well, seeing with a sudden jolt that the kite was a red Chinese dragon, and Vicious' eyes had glazed over from staring at it. The Red Dragons. I couldn't let him remember his old syndicate - not yet. Grabbing his face in my hands, I jerked it back towards mine and rose onto my tiptoes, kissing him hard and without feeling. It lasted a few seconds, and he was the one to push away.
I stared at him, unsure of what to do. Both of us looked highly unsatisfied with the kiss. It had been pretty cold and unfeeling, and I doubt it made him feel anything for me. I sighed and looked away.
"It's ok," he tried to console me. "I'm just a little...unsure of myself right now. We'll get back to how we used to be."
I smirked to myself as we started walking again. "Back to how we used to be, huh?" I murmured under my breath. Wow, the thing was, if I had my way, things would go back to the way they had been years ago only for about two seconds before I shot his brain out.
We were quietly strolling along down a dirt path, just past this tiny flower meadow, when Vicious suddenly grabbed me, spun me around, and dipped me down for a gentle kiss. It probably looked pretty romantic, like some movie scene, and when he lifted me back up and set me on my feet, he was smiling, pleased with himself. It HAD been nice...
"Let's go home now," I suggested, a bit unsteady after the kiss. I'd just ventured into unknown territory, and stepped back - alive and unharmed. I felt a little scared, but at the same time, triumphant. My plan was working.
Vicious was falling for me.
