The Way to the Player's Heart

Chapter 6

Hate Me

By: Rachel*

Rated: R

Gender: Romance/Drama/Mild Comedy

E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com

Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net

Hearts makes him cameo appearance, and you find out what happened to Faye… READ+REVIEW!

Disclaimer: Bebop Doesn't Belong To Me

          Faye stared down at the glass. Broken, just like her heart. Damn him, for making her fall in love with him, and hurting her. She was the one who was supposed to do that. She wouldn't go back to her home though, not that hellhole. He'd find her there, he'd kill her. She'd live here until he was caught, even if Spike hated her, she'd just hate him back.

          There was a knock on the door. Faye shuttered. "Yes," she mumbled. Jet opened the door and waved. "Oh…" She trailed off.

          Jet arched an eyebrow up at her and looked around the room. "Are you okay?" He sighed, and dragged a broom in from behind.

          Faye shivered and wrapped her blanket around herself. She nodded. "I'm fine, why?" She tried to be confident.

          Jet swept up the mess. "Just making sure," he stopped sweeping. "Spike does care for you, you know that, right?" Jet shook his head. "Well, more so than anyone since Julia…I'll say that at least. Try to understand him, he didn't mean to hurt you, so don't hate him for earlier, okay?"

          Faye shook her head and walked to the door. "Too late, I already hate him, I always have…" She closed the door and left Jet in darkness.

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          "Keep your eyes closed…" He whispered, and guided her into his apartment.

          She laughed. "You know, we should really wait until we get to know each other better." Her voice was chipper, and slightly slurred. Her drunken state was impairing her judgment…just like he wanted.

          "Fall back, Faye." He ordered, trailing kisses down her neck. She was dressed in a tight fitting, silk dress. It was blue and contrasted with her hair and eyes nicely. Faye didn't respond right away. "Fall back," he said, his tone had gotten louder.

          "What am I falling into?" She smirked and kissed along his chin line.

          He let out a small chuckle, and pushed her down. "Hell, my love…" Faye's eyes opened as he pinned her down.

          "What?" she spoke up. She tried to pull away but he forced her down and kissed her full on the lips. Reaching to his left he tore off a piece of duct tape from a silver roll under his pillow and quickly covered Faye's mouth with it.

          "You have to understand that I love you…but these things happen. You should have been paying closer attention to the news sweetie. Ever hear of the serial murder Hearts?" Faye's eyes widened big, and she struggled to get away with all her might. "Now, now…you aren't getting away that easily." He cooed and tapped around her arms.

          Faye tired to scream but the tape didn't let her, only a pained moan escaped, nothing loud enough to alert someone in hearing range. 'No…' She thought, tears streamed down her cheeks. 'I don't want to die!'

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          Faye felt sick, and hurriedly ran towards the bathroom and swung the door open. Spike stood with a towel around his waist, water dripping from his hair as he attempted to shave his stubble of a beard. Faye's face crinkled into a prune, and Spike bowed his head, before continuing what he was doing. "Can I get in here for a little bit?" She whispered.

          Spike glanced over at her. Faye's face was a pasty white, and she was holding her stomach. "If you need to throw up, I don't need to leave do I?" he mused. "Unless you plan on gagging on me…"

          "Tempting," she mocked. Spike's face went blank, and he shut the door and stared at Faye as she rested her hand on her arm, and leaned into the toilet.

          She glanced at Spike who just stared at her. "Can you go?" she mumbled, and spit into the toilet, coughing. Tears formed in her eyes from sickening feeling.

          Spike frowned. "I…" He bowed his head and hit his fist into the door. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Nodding towards her, he turned away and existed the room.

          Faye threw up. She let out a frustrated cry, and nodded her head. "Too bad you did…" She stammered. Spike popped his head in.

          "Here," he tossed her a bottle of Tums. "They should help you out a bit." He sighed, and walked in all the way. He was dressed in his blue suit again. His shirts were still undone, and his tie, hadn't been tied. He began to fasten the buttons.

          Faye took the towel and spit into it; groaning she drank down the glass of water. She grimaced and popped off the cap to the Tums. Closing her eyes she chewed two of them, and placed the orange top back on and handed it to Spike. "Thanks," Faye mumbled, as she leaned into the counter.

          Spike sat beside her and placed his hand against her forehead. "You don't have a fever." He muttered.

          Faye pulled back. "I don't have the flu or anything like that." Faye slid down so that only the back of her head was pressed against the wood surface.

          Spike bowed his head and nodded. "Did I…?" He turned and looked a little worried, that this was his fault.

          Faye shook her head. "No," she shuttered and crossed her arms across her chest. "When you…" She stood and walked to the door. "It made me what Heart did to me that made me sick, and that's all you need to know." Faye left and closed the door behind her.

          Spike stared at the metal door. Spike had been part of this. "Sorry," he frowned. Standing he stared at himself in the mirror, his face was distorted and foggy from the condensation buildup. He whipped his hand over it, little droplets drizzled down the past his eyes. Under his mask he was crying, under his mask he was aching to hold onto anyone, and wanted to be held back. 'She's dead…' He let himself finally come to that one horrid realization, the one he didn't want, the one he dreaded the most.

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          Faye gathered her composure, and got ready. Jet looked at her as she came out of Julia's room. "We'll be landing in a minute."

          Spike staggered out of the bathroom. He bumped into Faye, and she looked up at him. "Feeling better?" he whispered as Jet walked into the kitchen for a moment and grabbed the plans off table.

          She nodded, and mouthed a thank you. He was glad; she had regained the coloring in her face, and stood close enough so that he could brush his hand against hers. "I don't need to read them again, Jet." She mumbled. "He'll find me. I get him to the bar, and Spike grabs him.

          Jet nodded his head. "Good, Spike, you get it too." He nodded.

          He looked down at the ground. "What if he doesn't want to get a drink?" He turned to Faye and eyed her. She knew what he was talking about, her brutal relationship with him, if he just wanted to kill her.

          "He doesn't slip from his technique Spike, he'll go." She leaned ever so much closer. Spike backed off and walked to the snack table and grabbed his gun and latched it to his belt.

          "Even if he doesn't, I'll get him without a problem." Faye sighed, and nodded.

          "Let's get this over with already, before I change my mind…" She trialed off, and pushed past Spike.

Hope you enjoyed it. Heart and Spike will, or I'm planning on having them have a little heart to heart conversation. +__+' It'll be getting to some nail bitter parts soon. @__@