Faye slipped back into reality as she felt the tips of her fingers tingle.

"Where." she began but was too weak to continue.

A voice floated over to her ears. Deep and solitary. "Don't worry, you're safe. You need to eat something."

"Who. Who, are you?" Faye whispered trying to open her eyes.

"You'll remember me in no time." Said the voice. "But now you need to eat." A cold spoon was slipped into Faye's mouth with a warm broth on it. "Eat this, it'll give you back your strength. Don't try to get up again, you might hurt yourself."

"Why do you care?" Faye coughed.

"Shh, shh, shh. I care more than you think." Said the deep voice and another spoonful of broth was set inside her mouth.

Not refusing, Faye sipped the broth and felt it sooth her dry throat. Her head began to feel more settled and her strength began to return.

"Where am I?" Faye asked, rubbing her eyes with on hand.

"Your on the same planet, you're just near the ocean now." His voice seemed to soothe her. Slowly, she sunk into the pillows backing her and finished off the broth slowly.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, I was in an alleyway one minute, getting drugged and up and maybe even raped, and now, you're feeding me. What the hell is going on?"" Faye asked, rubbing her forehead.

"Shh, just sleep for now. We'll talk later." The deep voice whispered and soon, Faye drifted off into a sleep.





Spike waited, tapping his finger on the table in front of the yellow coach. "Any luck?" He asked Jet who walked in.

"None, it's like no one even knew she existed."

Yeah, too creepy. She didn't even take her part of the money." Spike scratched his chin. Faye had been gone a day or so and neither Spike nor Jet knew where she was.

As Spike paced through the rooms looking for notes or so, he heard Jet call his name. "Spike, you gotta come see this!" Jet yelled. Spike came into the room again and looked at the screen of their TV. Ed had relayed a visual message onto it.

"Well, it's good to see you again, Spike." Said Vicious. His skin had stayed the same and his eyes looked worn.

"Vicious!" Spike growled.

"Don't' worry Spike, your little angel is safe with me." Vicious nodded. "I'm sorry to say she's indisposed at the moment but please, do stop by. You'll see the truth." Vicious gave a smile. "We're down on this planet and just a bit by the ocean, you know where. Bye now!" And the screen closed and the regular TV screen came on.





The sun poked through the orange drapery and plowed through Faye's eyelids as she was awoken from her slumber. Raising her hand to shield her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned.

"Did I sleep long?" She asked the man who had sat with her.

"No, a day, not long." He replied with a gentle grin. He wasn't half bad when he wasn't shoving a napkin up your nose.

"So," Faye said standing and checking her strength. "Did your mother give you a name?"

The man laughed in reply. "It's kind of funny."

"I won't laugh." Faye smiled.

"It's Macbeth. My mother was a Shakespeare freak." He laughed.

"That's not so bad, at least it's not Prospero." Faye answered with a grin. She walked over to an open window at the end of the room and took in the ocean-scented air.

"I see you know your Shakespeare." He smiled as he handed her a long blue silk dress. "It's for you. There are fresh underclothes and shoes in the closet." He added pointing to a bookcase with a handle.

"I hope you didn't try anything on for me." Faye grinned.

"Just the tights." Macbeth smiled.

"You filthy animal." Faye harnessed a giggle.

Inside her bathroom, she slipped off the nightgown and looked over her body. There were no bruises, no cuts or scrapes. She turned and slipped on a pair of thong underwear and slipped the dress over her body.

The blue silk shimmered over her curves and fitted neatly over her. The skirt began to loosen at the hips and fan out to an elegant style. She turned and smiled at herself in the mirror. It didn't feel like her.

As she walked back out, Macbeth now had the over coat he had settled on the chair, draped over his arm and the door was open. But Faye didn't want to run away, she was actually enjoying this and curious.

"So," She began as Macbeth led her down a long hallway. "Where are we going, my beheading?"

"You're not that lucky." Macbeth replied with a playful grin.

"No really, where?" Faye asked crossing her arms and stopping her pace down the hallway. Turning to him, she cocked an eyebrow awaiting a reply.

"To see the man who brought you here, or wanted you here anyways." Macbeth sighed urging her on to the room at the end of the corridor.

"Do I need to be polite?" Faye asked as they reached a tall oak door. Her hair had been done up in a bun on top her head.

"Just yourself is all. He'll explain. But a little piece of advice," Macbeth began before knocking on the door. Faye turned to him. "Don't judge too quickly, He's been through more lies than you know. All about him." Just at the end of his sentence as if on a mutual agreement or so, the tall door opened and a dark room was revealed.

Faye stepped inside and squinted trying to adjust her eyes to the new lighting. As her eyes grew to a deal with the light, she could make out tall shelves filled with more books than that of in her room. She shivered in the cool air and felt an arm around her shoulders. She jumped a little and then heard the reassuring voice of Macbeth tell her it was just he.

"Come in." Came a familiar voice. The voice of the man who had been so nice to her! He was the one who fed her when her strength was gone.

"Who are you?" Faye called into the darkness. "What do you want with me?"

"Lights." The voice said and soon the lining of the room was lit and Faye could make out the slender figure of the man. Tall and built, but worn as if from pain. Vicious. But the voice of the man who had fed her. Belonged to Vicious.

"You?" She asked a little taken aback.

"Don't be so surprised, I can help you with your past. I was in it."