Spike pleaded with his hand not to immediately reach for his gun if he
caught site of Vicious. He'd need him to find out where Faye was. He still
didn't realize what the reason was that Vicious needed Faye for. It was
indefinable even. There was no reason. Unless he knew that because Spike
wasn't the complete asshole he came off as being, he would naturally go
after Faye; Vicious was using Faye to get to Spike. It was all too
confusing for the poor guy to think about right now as he walked up the
cement steps to the large maple double doors. Certainly someone part of the
Syndicate could afford something better then maple doors right?
Spike shuddered as he heard the terrifying silence all too familiar for him. He hated it with all his being and it was haunting him again, like some disease that he woke up with one day that spread like a rash through his mentality until it had burned a hole right through his sanity and then his sanity was no more. The creak the door made had to have awoken someone in the house. What with the vaulted ceilings in the entryway and the grand walls vibrating with echo, Spike was sure half the world knew he was there.
His paranoia was wearing thin on him as he took a few steps, his red faded jacket rustling with each movement of his upper torso. His neck turned in all directions it could manage so he could take in all the surroundings. Where were the guards? The arms? The fighting? The bullets? Where was it? There had to be something more then getting past two men at the front gate. Maybe the whole, "finding the hidden lair" was the hard part. Was it though?
He had to be on guard though as he made his way to the next room connected by an archway. The wall were rich and dark and tall bookcases lined each wall; all stacked to the top with elegant and sophisticated looking first editions of every book known to man it seemed. Spike sighed and turned, walking out of the room. "What..." Came a soft voice from above him. He looked about, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Where- Where was that voice coming from?
"Spike?" It was Faye. He knew that voice now like the back of his hand. What with her waking him up, nagging at him, whining, begging, yelling, screaming, ass-kissing, he knew her voice more then he thought she did. "Spike Spiegel what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She asked.
Her heart pounding, Faye stared at him in awe. He hadn't really come all that way for her, had he? As the blood coursing through her veins sounded in her ears, she grasped the railing of the grand staircase to steady her surely shaking body. She was sure it was odd for him to look upon her while she wasn't in her normal attire. Usually wearing a revealing number, yellow short shorts, yellow sleeveless top freshly showing cleavage, and a rarely used red over shirt? Seeing her in this, this. dress. Surely it was a change.
"Faye, what are you doing just standing there like that? Get down here so we can get the hell out of dodge!" Spike snapped in return to her question, biting back the surprise and confusion of the scene. Why was she dressed so nicely? Why wasn't she tied up with a gun to her head? Why did she look so. not unhealthy or beaten?
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Spiegel." A slithering voice floated across the floor and through the air to Spike's ears. He half shivered half sneered at the sound and had to ball his hands into fists to keep from grabbing his gun and blindly shooting in random directions what with his anger. How could Vicious sound so quaint and calm in Spike's presence?
Faye gulped down her utter fear at the foreboding battles she saw about to erupt. She looked from Spike, to Vicious who was leaning against the doorway to the dining room opposite the room Spike had previously investigated. Blinking back her fearful tears she hurried down the stairs, her bare feet making her relatively undetectable with all the tension. But her dress being the pastel blue it was against the white of the entryway caught the attention of both their peripheral visions.
"Faye this isn't." Spike began, holding his hand out to stop her.
"Faye, darling, do let the men take care of their past business. I understand exactly what you'd try to do and I'm telling you it won't work." Vicious intervened nonchalantly from his spot in the doorway. Spike found it odd how Faye looked at Vicious rather, pleadingly. Why would she look at him in such a way? What was she going to do that wouldn't work?
"Vicious," She started over to him, stopping only once she was at his side. Spike was in such awe and confusion he didn't stop her as she moved past him, her hair carrying a sweet scent familiar to him somehow. iJulia./i He shook the thoughts away and stared at them. "Vicious, please, don't do this. Not now. Not after. everything." She blinked and looked down to the floor, her hands wringing together in front showing her discomfort.
Spike coughed. "What everything? What are you talking about Faye? Get away from him!" Spike shouted angrily, his gun in his hand as if it had been there all along. The trigger was halfway pulled and the barrel aimed dead on at Vicious' head. Spike was shaking with rage as he saw the shock in Faye's eyes.
"Spike you idiot don't do that!" She yelled and ran towards him, her hand on the one grasping the gun. "Spike. please, he's not who he was. Come on, you can listen to reason, I know you can!" She pleaded, her hand pushing down on his.
"Faye, get OFF me!" Spike snapped and moved his arm, pushing her aside. Taking too much pressure, his finger pulled the trigger back all the way, firing a shot right into Vicious' chest.
"Vicious!" Faye screamed from her position on the floor. Her ears roared with headache as her eyes watered over. Time slowed for her as she rushed to her feet, or to her, slowly came to her feet. She made a sprint to Vicious who had fallen to the ground, hand over his wound. "Vicious!" Fate cried out, her ears deaf of most anything. Falling to his side she looked him over. "Don't die on me! You're the only one-"
"Faye Valentine what the HELL do you think you're doing?! Aren't you running to the WRONG side?! Where's my damned thank you for saving your ass?!" Spike hissed, going to her side, staying his way away from Vicious.
"Spike you IDIOT! He's not who he was! He's different now! He's human now! He's the only tie to my past and you shot him you Neanderthal!" She hollered, standing and beating upon Spike's chest in rage. "You idiot!"
((Alright, I know it seems unfinished and like I'm wrapping this story up real quick. but I have my reasons people! Think about it! Anyways, review if you like it please, reviews are the motivator and a key to a happy and PRODUCTIVE writer!))
Spike shuddered as he heard the terrifying silence all too familiar for him. He hated it with all his being and it was haunting him again, like some disease that he woke up with one day that spread like a rash through his mentality until it had burned a hole right through his sanity and then his sanity was no more. The creak the door made had to have awoken someone in the house. What with the vaulted ceilings in the entryway and the grand walls vibrating with echo, Spike was sure half the world knew he was there.
His paranoia was wearing thin on him as he took a few steps, his red faded jacket rustling with each movement of his upper torso. His neck turned in all directions it could manage so he could take in all the surroundings. Where were the guards? The arms? The fighting? The bullets? Where was it? There had to be something more then getting past two men at the front gate. Maybe the whole, "finding the hidden lair" was the hard part. Was it though?
He had to be on guard though as he made his way to the next room connected by an archway. The wall were rich and dark and tall bookcases lined each wall; all stacked to the top with elegant and sophisticated looking first editions of every book known to man it seemed. Spike sighed and turned, walking out of the room. "What..." Came a soft voice from above him. He looked about, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Where- Where was that voice coming from?
"Spike?" It was Faye. He knew that voice now like the back of his hand. What with her waking him up, nagging at him, whining, begging, yelling, screaming, ass-kissing, he knew her voice more then he thought she did. "Spike Spiegel what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She asked.
Her heart pounding, Faye stared at him in awe. He hadn't really come all that way for her, had he? As the blood coursing through her veins sounded in her ears, she grasped the railing of the grand staircase to steady her surely shaking body. She was sure it was odd for him to look upon her while she wasn't in her normal attire. Usually wearing a revealing number, yellow short shorts, yellow sleeveless top freshly showing cleavage, and a rarely used red over shirt? Seeing her in this, this. dress. Surely it was a change.
"Faye, what are you doing just standing there like that? Get down here so we can get the hell out of dodge!" Spike snapped in return to her question, biting back the surprise and confusion of the scene. Why was she dressed so nicely? Why wasn't she tied up with a gun to her head? Why did she look so. not unhealthy or beaten?
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Spiegel." A slithering voice floated across the floor and through the air to Spike's ears. He half shivered half sneered at the sound and had to ball his hands into fists to keep from grabbing his gun and blindly shooting in random directions what with his anger. How could Vicious sound so quaint and calm in Spike's presence?
Faye gulped down her utter fear at the foreboding battles she saw about to erupt. She looked from Spike, to Vicious who was leaning against the doorway to the dining room opposite the room Spike had previously investigated. Blinking back her fearful tears she hurried down the stairs, her bare feet making her relatively undetectable with all the tension. But her dress being the pastel blue it was against the white of the entryway caught the attention of both their peripheral visions.
"Faye this isn't." Spike began, holding his hand out to stop her.
"Faye, darling, do let the men take care of their past business. I understand exactly what you'd try to do and I'm telling you it won't work." Vicious intervened nonchalantly from his spot in the doorway. Spike found it odd how Faye looked at Vicious rather, pleadingly. Why would she look at him in such a way? What was she going to do that wouldn't work?
"Vicious," She started over to him, stopping only once she was at his side. Spike was in such awe and confusion he didn't stop her as she moved past him, her hair carrying a sweet scent familiar to him somehow. iJulia./i He shook the thoughts away and stared at them. "Vicious, please, don't do this. Not now. Not after. everything." She blinked and looked down to the floor, her hands wringing together in front showing her discomfort.
Spike coughed. "What everything? What are you talking about Faye? Get away from him!" Spike shouted angrily, his gun in his hand as if it had been there all along. The trigger was halfway pulled and the barrel aimed dead on at Vicious' head. Spike was shaking with rage as he saw the shock in Faye's eyes.
"Spike you idiot don't do that!" She yelled and ran towards him, her hand on the one grasping the gun. "Spike. please, he's not who he was. Come on, you can listen to reason, I know you can!" She pleaded, her hand pushing down on his.
"Faye, get OFF me!" Spike snapped and moved his arm, pushing her aside. Taking too much pressure, his finger pulled the trigger back all the way, firing a shot right into Vicious' chest.
"Vicious!" Faye screamed from her position on the floor. Her ears roared with headache as her eyes watered over. Time slowed for her as she rushed to her feet, or to her, slowly came to her feet. She made a sprint to Vicious who had fallen to the ground, hand over his wound. "Vicious!" Fate cried out, her ears deaf of most anything. Falling to his side she looked him over. "Don't die on me! You're the only one-"
"Faye Valentine what the HELL do you think you're doing?! Aren't you running to the WRONG side?! Where's my damned thank you for saving your ass?!" Spike hissed, going to her side, staying his way away from Vicious.
"Spike you IDIOT! He's not who he was! He's different now! He's human now! He's the only tie to my past and you shot him you Neanderthal!" She hollered, standing and beating upon Spike's chest in rage. "You idiot!"
((Alright, I know it seems unfinished and like I'm wrapping this story up real quick. but I have my reasons people! Think about it! Anyways, review if you like it please, reviews are the motivator and a key to a happy and PRODUCTIVE writer!))