Tell Me Who I Am
+Chapter 10+
When Dreams Turn to Nightmares
By: Rachel*
Rated: PG-13
Gender: Romance/Drama
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
+ Things start getting exciting again, and a character from the past comes back to haunt Spike…well, either that or annoy him… ^_^'. Enjoy, and do tell me what you think! Reviews are what keep me writing! +
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Vincent smiled as he tossed the pipe to the side, and dragged Spike's body over to a stretcher with a cloth body bag, so he could breathe. Vincent didn't want Spike dying just yet. "Sweet dreams…" He chuckled, a wide grin crossing his pale face.
"Oh, honey, you found him!" The voice giggled.
Vincent's eyes darkened and he took in a deep breath. "Yes, I did," He smirked. "Let's go get Jared, okay?"
The voice didn't reply. Vincent shut the door, firmly. He walked down the hall and nodded his head towards one of the nurses, as she walked by.
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Jared twirled around in circles, the chair squeaked with each spin. He sucked on his thumb and began to whimper, where was his dad, why wasn't he coming back? "Jared, I'm Dr. Valentine, if you'll follow me, I'll take you to your dad." Jared blinked as he popped his head through the door.
Jared shook his head, despite how tempting that offer was. "Daddy said to stay!" Jared crossed his arms sticking his tongue out at his doctor. Vincent smiled and nodded his head, holding back the urge to wrap his large hands around the boy's small neck, and squeeze until he heard the finest little snap.
"How about you stay in the chair and I take you to your dad, how does that sound?" The voice was whispering to him, telling him what to say, and what to do. Jared wasn't sure how to respond. What were the words? He bowed his head in frustration and kicked his legs, letting out a small cry.
"I want daddy!" He razed his head as a tear fell from his eyes, his lip pouted and trembled.
Vincent gritted his teeth. "Very well, we'll go see daddy…" He trailed off, his eyes darkened, why did no one listen to him? Vincent took two quick strides grabbed the back of the chair and pushed it forward. He kicked the door opened with his foot and turned to the right heading towards the same room Spike was in. Vincent chuckled smiling at one of the visitors as he raced past them. "Isn't this fun Jared? We'll go to the park and the zoo… Soon you'll be living the life you deserve!"
"Life I d…" He trailed off mumbling the new word. How did the man say it again? "Daddy, I want to see daddy!" He stopped his crying as they entered the same room.
"No worries, you will." Vincent walked over and grabbed two pieces of cloth he poured chloroform over the small one. "Go like this Jared." Vincent covered his mouth with the other one and took a few inhaled breaths. "Then you can see your father."
Jared whined but soon took the cloth and did as was instructed. He felt suddenly lightheaded, the room began to spin, and then darkness surrounded him. "Daddy," he exhaled. His breath became shallow.
"You'll see your father in your dreams that is…" He picked up Jared and placed him on the bottom half of the stretcher and made sure the long sheet dragged on the ground. "Now for your darling sister and your precious mommy."
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Faye stood in the empty bedroom with her nimble fingers rubbing her swollen belly as she felt the gentle kicks. Faye was dressed in a red maternity tank-top and a pair of stretchy black pants that hugged her legs, but allowed her to remain comfortable. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip. What would they look like? She turned as she heard Spike's quiet footsteps drawing near. "Spike, is it really ours?" She smiled keeping her eyes shut and Spike pressed her frame into her back and overlapped his hands with hers.
"All ours Faye," Spike cooed. She was seven months pregnant, and was glowing. Spike pressed tender kisses down her neck and swayed from side to side. Faye smiled, and moved her head back far enough so she could look into his eyes. They were warm, gentle, and kind, would he always look at her with those eyes, be by her side forever? Spike turned Faye around to face got down on his knees.
"Spike what are you…?" She trailed off as Spike pressed the right side of his face against Faye's stomach. His arms linked around her legs, just below her knees.
Spike stared down across the darkened room, the only light came through the dusty bay window, and the dim hall light. He chewed on the side of his cheek before shutting his eyes and hugging her a bit tighter. He heard a series of heartbeats, he sighed closing his eyes even more. "Thank you." Spike breathed. He could feel his cheeks blush; would she laugh at him for this? "I have a family…You're my family." He shook a little.
Faye's jaw moved. Her mouth hung agape, she let out a sharp sigh. Her heart beat quickened. Was he saying this? Faye looked down at his head. Her arms hung at her sides as she felt his jaw move up and down against her stomach as he spoke. "Spike," she could feel the tears welling in her eyes.
"Julia died and a part of me died. Now though, I have that part back, and more." He couldn't believe he was saying this aloud. His heart tore as she pulled away. Spike stared up at her, his eyes were glassy, tear filled. He shut them as Faye bent down onto her knees. Two tears formed at the corners of his eyelashes. He moved against her hands as she traced every inch of his face and tangled her fingers in his hair. He shivered as her breath brushed against his neck. He let his eyes slide open to meet her gaze. A tear rolled off her chin and onto his light blue t-shirt.
"I love you." Faye chanted again and again as she held him close. Her words were as sincere as could be. "Spike, you're the one who gave me a family." Faye smiled as she pulled back to look at him again. Spike's eyes widened, and his face turned beat red. Faye couldn't help but let out a small squeak of laughter, his face was too adorable.
Spike smiled, and soon joined her in laughter. "We gave each other a family Faye." Spike nodded his head, the last thing he wanted was to argue with her while her hormones were running high. "Come on lets go to bed." They had managed to get the mattress through the apartment entryway and into the living room. It would have to do for tonight. Spike helped Faye to her feet and laced his left hand with her right and led her to their bed.
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Faye opened her eyes blushing at the memory. Her fingers touched her stomach on impulse. "Mommy, daddy," Faye heard a small cry. Faye turned to see Emily wobble into the room. Faye's eyebrows knit together.
"How did you get out of your crib?" Faye's eyes were wide in question.
"I crawled out." Emily whimpered. She scurried over to the couch and cuddled next to her mother letting her head rest in her lap as she yawned.
"I see that, but you could get hurt…" She trailed off. Emily looked up and pierced her lips together. "Don't give me that look, you know I'm right!" Faye smiled as she bent down and kissed her daughters cheek. "I bet you're hungry sleepy girl." Emily nodded, getting up and walking over to the toy chest next to the stereo system.
"I am," She yawned again, and pulled out her baby doll and walked over to the television. She touched the buttons on the side and switched the station to the Wiggles. Faye gritted her teeth as the theme song began to chime. She despised the show, even though Spike told her over and over that it was a good show for kids to watch. Faye found it old, and annoying, they'd play reruns repetitively just to irk her…at least that's what she thought. "Mommy, park, can we go?" She leaped onto the cough and Faye watched as her violet hair scattered in all directions.
"Sure, but not until you eat, and get ready." Faye poured some cereal into a bowl as her coffeepot beeped. "Salvation," Faye chirped, her green eyes brightened.
"What mommy?" Emily piped. She didn't turn away from the television.
"Nothing Emily," Faye hurriedly filled her daughter's bowl with milk tossed the spoon in and raced over to her daughter. "Here you go; if you don't spill any on the carpet I'll buy you an ice-cream cone when we're at the park too."
Emily beamed a wide smile and giggled in delight as she watched Faye run back into the kitchen and guzzle down a mug full of black stuff. "What's that?" Emily pointed towards Faye's mug.
"Mug," Faye stated.
"No inside it." Emily whined taking in a spoonful of cereal.
Faye's eyebrows arched upwards and she peered down at the black liquid. "Oh, it's nasty stuff that you won't drink until you have kids of your own someday." Faye closed her mouth around the rim of the mug and sipped silently.
"Can't taste it now?" Emily turned away from her show completely.
"What, no," Faye sighed. "No pumpkin, I'd doubt you'd like it anyway. It's not healthy either. Once you've stopped growing, and you've talked your father into it, then you can try it."
"Oh, you mean that's the black tar stuff?" Faye nearly spit her coffee out onto the kitchen floor. She chocked, and couched setting her mug in the sink. "Is that what he calls it?" She closed her eyes and smiled shaking her head. "Yes, well, the correct name is coffee."
"Coffee-coffee-coffee!" Emily smiled brightly as she set down her spoon and drank the remaining milk from the bowl.
Faye bit down on her lower lip holding back an even bigger smile. She used to hate her life; she couldn't even picture it becoming this perfect. She grimaced over at the mug and picked it up taking another sip. "Black tar…I'll show him." Faye muttered to herself. She opened the fridge and peered around, thinking about what she'd be making for dinner. She closed it and relaxed against the back of the counter. Holding her coffee mug in her right hand, she rubbed the back of her neck with the left.
The doorbell rang. "Can I get it, can I, can I?" Emily stood and raced towards the door.
"No you will not," Faye laughed and made sure she made it to the door first. "That should be your dad with a very sick little boy."
"Jared?" Emily grimaced.
Faye smirked. "Yes, now the last think I want is for you to get sick, so go play with dolly." Emily nodded in defeat.
Faye took the last sip of her coffee and opened the door. "Welcome home…" Faye trailed off. Right away she noticed it wasn't Spike. She looked up…
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Cliffhanger! Waaahaaa! _ I felt like being evil. ^_^ Sorry for the delay I had a story idea! A new alternate universe fanfic "The Way to a Player's Heart" it's posted now, and it's R, just a warning…
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Toodles always,
Rachel*