Faye could feel his hands slide up her sides, his lips catching hers, his
tongue flitting across her lips to dart inside her mouth. She could feel
her leg slide up the side of his body, one of his rough hands caressed her
thigh as it moved to clasp her hip. He opened his eyes to look into hers
with lust...
Faye awoke, her breathing rapid and her heart racing. Sweat began to trickle down her back, neck, and forehead as she adjusted her eyes to the dark room. She hadn't gotten used to the place yet. Three weeks and she still wasn't grasping the idea that she, Faye Valentine was actually who Vicious said she was. It hadn't sunk in yet, it was inconceivable. Impossible. She didn't want it to be. But there were so many things pointing in that direction. Was it possible? It was, but Faye hated it. No, after talking with him, there wasn't hate anymore. There was something else.but what?
Spike grunted as he adjusted the gear in the rented car to the new road. It had taken him three long weeks to finally get someone who would take him to the shore, to Vicious...To Faye. Inside his mind there was a cloud that hung over him so easily as malice would enter his soul. Malice and hate towards Vicious. Spike's eyes never left the approaching rocky horizon as he steered the car in its direction.
"Sir, may I..may I please get out here?" Came the voice of the thin, weak, man who had brought Spike through the entrance way. Of course Vicious wanted Spike to get in and such, but he hadn't made it easy for the poor fellow.
Spike's eyes darted back to the man. "Fine." He grumbled and slammed the breaks to pull the car to a halt. "No one knows I was here, no one knows you helped me." Spike muttered simply and took off again for the castle, leaving the man standing upon the dirt road that wound either to the castle foyer, or out the castle gates. The man turned and headed back for the gates.
Faye arose from her second slumber with the light from the rising sun parading across her room and covering her entire body in its color and warmth. She turned over under the soft sheets to face the door that was next to her bed. She smiled as she noticed Macbeth hunched over in a chair in the corner of the door and wall, one arm thrown over the back of the chair, the other resting on his knee, head down.
Faye sat up in the bed and scooted to its edge, slipping on her house slippers they had provided for the cool shock of the hard wood floors. Her hair fell to shadow her eyes. She hadn't had a haircut for a while and her hair was now brushing her shoulders since she didn't wear her yellow headband anymore.
Smiling she walked over and gave his shoulder a little nudge. Smiling even further when he did not awaken, she twisted the brass knob on the door and slipped out of the room undetected. Looking down the corridor she noticed that at the end of the hall to her left there was a small table under a mirror. And on that table was a small envelope.
Walking over Faye noticed that the envelope was larger up close then fourty feet away, on the envelope in black ink was her name written in cursive. Her supposed real name.
Faye Michelle Saer
I
She still couldn't believe it. It wasn't what she wanted. She hated the idea, yes, she hated it. No, she was sorry for it. There was anger so strong from it, but it wasn't hate, why wasn't there hate? Faye shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to be recognized as Julia's younger sister.
Faye awoke, her breathing rapid and her heart racing. Sweat began to trickle down her back, neck, and forehead as she adjusted her eyes to the dark room. She hadn't gotten used to the place yet. Three weeks and she still wasn't grasping the idea that she, Faye Valentine was actually who Vicious said she was. It hadn't sunk in yet, it was inconceivable. Impossible. She didn't want it to be. But there were so many things pointing in that direction. Was it possible? It was, but Faye hated it. No, after talking with him, there wasn't hate anymore. There was something else.but what?
Spike grunted as he adjusted the gear in the rented car to the new road. It had taken him three long weeks to finally get someone who would take him to the shore, to Vicious...To Faye. Inside his mind there was a cloud that hung over him so easily as malice would enter his soul. Malice and hate towards Vicious. Spike's eyes never left the approaching rocky horizon as he steered the car in its direction.
"Sir, may I..may I please get out here?" Came the voice of the thin, weak, man who had brought Spike through the entrance way. Of course Vicious wanted Spike to get in and such, but he hadn't made it easy for the poor fellow.
Spike's eyes darted back to the man. "Fine." He grumbled and slammed the breaks to pull the car to a halt. "No one knows I was here, no one knows you helped me." Spike muttered simply and took off again for the castle, leaving the man standing upon the dirt road that wound either to the castle foyer, or out the castle gates. The man turned and headed back for the gates.
Faye arose from her second slumber with the light from the rising sun parading across her room and covering her entire body in its color and warmth. She turned over under the soft sheets to face the door that was next to her bed. She smiled as she noticed Macbeth hunched over in a chair in the corner of the door and wall, one arm thrown over the back of the chair, the other resting on his knee, head down.
Faye sat up in the bed and scooted to its edge, slipping on her house slippers they had provided for the cool shock of the hard wood floors. Her hair fell to shadow her eyes. She hadn't had a haircut for a while and her hair was now brushing her shoulders since she didn't wear her yellow headband anymore.
Smiling she walked over and gave his shoulder a little nudge. Smiling even further when he did not awaken, she twisted the brass knob on the door and slipped out of the room undetected. Looking down the corridor she noticed that at the end of the hall to her left there was a small table under a mirror. And on that table was a small envelope.
Walking over Faye noticed that the envelope was larger up close then fourty feet away, on the envelope in black ink was her name written in cursive. Her supposed real name.
Faye Michelle Saer
I
She still couldn't believe it. It wasn't what she wanted. She hated the idea, yes, she hated it. No, she was sorry for it. There was anger so strong from it, but it wasn't hate, why wasn't there hate? Faye shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to be recognized as Julia's younger sister.