Lost In A Memory
By FayesEmeraldEyes
Rated: PG-13
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A/N: Just to let you know why this story is called Door: They say that when you
dream of a closed door it represents opportunities that are not available to
you. So if Spike
was dreaming of a closed door it would represent him not being able to have
Julia again. Make sense?
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"While awake, we think in words; asleep, we think of images-"
Focusing his eyes, Spike looked at Julia's callous expression. "-You see
Spike, in my dreams I thought of you as being just a memory. Now let me show
you the world in my eyes". Dropping the knife and kicking it to the floor,
she reached inside her trench, only to pull out one of Spikes glocks. Spike snarled. "How'd you get that?"
"Next time when you flee, make sure you don't drop any of your guns
Spike." Julia grinned and shot him in the arm sending him flying back, his
body landing on the still knife. Spike shuddered in pain from the shot and the
knife that had emerged into the back of his chest as he tried to slide away.
Steps closer, Julia bent down and twisted two of her fingers into his womb. As Spike
screamed in agony, Julia tore them out and wiped the blood along his jaw line.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He swore he wouldn't let them but
Julia's words continued to eat away at him. Killing love would be hard but not
as hard as having it hurt you. "You know Joules..
we all need time to dream, time to remember, and time
to reach the infinite." Spike stood to his feet, and with a swift kick,
knocked Julia to her knees. Grabbing a hold of her blonde locks, he pulls her
to face him. Retrieving his gun from her hands and pointing it to her temple,
his eyes burn into hers. "Give me one good reason. Just one- why was it
Vicious? I gave you everything- my heart... my life" Julia smiled and
snapped her head forward to kiss him quickly. "You could never do this.
I'm Julia." Placing the gun back to her forehead, Spike began to click the
trigger. "Alright then.. I'll tell you the truth.
I once had dreams for us too Spike- but I drank them
all away. Then I too found a side of Vicious no other had the privilege of finding.
He's just more of a man then you ever were." Shaking, Spike shoved back
the gun from her temple and shot numerous times at her heart. Regaining his
mind of what he had just done, Spike took a step back. He had looked love in
the face and won. Holding his own wounded arm, and stepping into the hallway,
he let his mind face the cold reality. Love was dead, killed by his own hands-
and to think they wondered why he had become so bitter.
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