The Way to a Player's Heart
Chapter 11
Holding Onto Reality
By: Rachel*
Rated: R
Genre: Romance/Drama
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
Laa, the final Chapter!
Faye's green eyes widened and she looked at the tall, lanky figure before her. "Spike…" She whispered. Spike stared back at her with equal intensity. His eyes flickered with mixed feelings, hate, sorrow, and love, all pooled together into one.
He stared, not moving. His eyes looked her over. She was dressed in black tight fitting pants, with a white tank top. Her name tag read Faye, and that was all. His hands staid at his sides, as his thin lips parted and he swallowed, getting ready to say something, but then stopped.
Faye was shaking. Her frame swayed from side to side. "Hey," he stated. He didn't know what else to say.
Faye shook her head and met his two-toned eyes. "Don't do this." Faye's voice was bitter, and harsh. It was to be expected. Spike though, was still heartbroken. He'd imagined them hugging, and being happy, it was a nice thought at least.
"Do what, you told me to come after you." His words were hushed and pained. He watched as she slinked along the wall, keeping her distance as much as possible. It ached him to see her acting like this. He almost wanted to forget this moment was happening, especially if she was going to just reject him in the end.
Faye blinked. "Bastard," Faye shook. Spike bowed his head. A small chuckle escaped his lips. His hands slipped into his pockets and he slouched forward. He stared at the small area carpet surrounding the coffee table. It was a crimson red, the familiar sent of blood floated into the back of his mind. His smile disappeared. He gritted his teeth and frowned. Her once sweet and gentle words were tainted with malice, a malice he used to hate, a hatred that consumed his past, a past he longed to forget.
"Stop, don't say that. You know you don't mean it—"
"What do you really know about me Spike? As far as I know the entire time I knew you, you thought of me as Julia…" Her icy voice stabbed him in the chest, piercing deep into his heart.
He sighed. "I deserve that. I deserve your hate, I shouldn't even get a second glance from you, but you're looking anyhow, aren't you?" He looked up at her with pained eyes, his lips were pierced together.
Faye's lips moved, but no words left her mouth. She nodded her head. "I'm sorry…Spike, I don't think we can do this again, I don't want to be hurt anymore." She closed her eyes and hurried past him. Spike stood their as he listened to the red velvet curtain rustle as Faye pushed past it.
"Don't leave me too…" He turned and looked as a man walked back. He paused and stared at Spike.
"Let her go…give her a night to think, then come and find her again." He sighed, and walked over to Spike handing him a glass of water. "Here," Spike nodded and drank the glass down.
"Thanks, tell her I'll be back later on then?" Spike bowed his head and headed towards the back exit as fast as he could.
The guy nodded. "She does care about you." Spike stopped and straightened. "She talks about you in her sleep."
Spike narrowed his eyes for a moment and looked back at the man. "Who are you?"
"Just a friend…She passed out the first night after work hours were over. All she kept doing was crying in her sleep and calling out your name every now and then. You're Spike, aren't you?"
Spike took a deep breath and nodded. "Thanks for helping her out…and thanks for the water." The man nodded and flopped down on the couch. "If you ever want to talk ask for Camrin."
Spike smirked looking back as he left the dark, red and black room. He needed some fresh air. He'd found her, and lost her all at once. He scuffed his feet into the damp ground and kicked a small pebble into a cardboard box as he raised his hands up to his head and gripped onto his hair pulling. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep that up son…" An old man sat with a bottle half empty bottle of rum by his side.
"Maybe it'll help fix whatever's wrong with me…" Spike waved and walked past him fleeing from the tormenting hell. He walked streets. Aimless he kept doing so for several hours.
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Spike closed his eyes as the wind blew at his hair and face. He stared past the iron gates to the rows and rows of graves. "Damn it." He cursed and started to walk away. He stopped with the gate creaked open. He turned back and frowned, closing his eyes. "I'm moving on…" He stepped with a shove from both his arms opened both sides of the gate. The soft grass rustled under his feet, small puddles were dotted along the pathway leading towards the grave he came to visit. He grimaced as he stepped into a deep puddle his foot was soaked.
Spike's heart ached. Letting his fingers brush back his hair from his face he turned right, and counted to himself from one to three. He stopped and looked down. The gray stone was unkempt. He grimaced and bent down tearing out the long gasses and ragweed. Julia's grave had never been visited since the day he'd buried her. Swallowing he pulled out a ring from his right pocket and stared at it. "Here my love…" The ring was silver with a heart shaped diamond in the center surrounded by deep blue sapphires. He pulled back some of the soil and after letting his lips brush against he ring placed it into the ground and buried it. "Please forgive me, I can't bear this pain anymore…Faye puts me at ease. I hope you'll understand, well…goodbye." He stood after tracing the letters in her name. The sky was dotted with stars, the city lights were off in the distance now. He walked away and into an open patch of ground and fell back. He sighed and stared at the stars.
Smiling he covered his face with his arms and took a deep breath. He was calm, like the world was lifted off his shoulders. He smiled at the sensation, was this happiness? Was this what it used to feel like?
"Jet told me I could find you here." Spike sat up. His two-toned eyes were wide as he turned and gazed over at Faye. She was no longer in her working clothes. Whatever she was wearing was covered by a dark brown trench coat. Her violet locks were hanging in her eyes, her yellow hair band was missing. Spike watched as her eyes became shadowed by her bangs.
"Did he?" Spike closed his eyes as he listened to her sit down.
"The ground's wet, you're going to get sick…" Spike glanced over at her. He arched up an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders. That seemed like such a motherly comment.
"Why would you care? Remember, I'm the heartless bastard who broke your heart." Faye sighed and nodded her head. She knew he'd be angry. Not just from tonight, but for when she'd left him… She was ready to face him though, she was more sure of it than ever.
"Camrin told me how hurt you looked. I called Jet; he told me you might be visiting her…" She watched as Spike rolled onto his side and curled his legs in towards his chest.
"How'd you get the number for the Bebop?" Spike staring down at the wet grass.
Faye smiled. "I got it before I left." She reached her hand out and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Spike nodded. "You and Camrin, is it serious?" Spike mumbled closing his brown eyes.
Faye stared down at him and shook her head. "He wanted it to be, but I couldn't. At the time I was still waiting for you to come after me." She watched Spike tense. She frowned as he moved his shoulder inward. Faye closed her green eyes and pulled back her hand.
"…And now?" His words were low as he sat up. Turning, a strong gust of wind blew back Faye's hair. It'd been raining all week, she looked up at the sky as the clouds came rolling in.
Faye looked at him and nodded her head. Tugging at his arm he came closer and she wrapped her arms around his broad frame. "I missed you even more." Spike's eyes were fixed on nothing as she held him a little tighter. Spike swallowed and let his arms gingerly lock around her. Faye's right leg rested on top of his legs as he cradled her, slightly swaying from side to side with each gust of wind.
"I stopped drinking…" Faye's eyebrows knit together. Spike sighed and pushed her back. "You never really saw my problem, but…ever since Julia had died; I drowned my sorrows in alcohol, and women. The morning after you left, I gave up on everything. I've been looking for you ever since."
Faye arched her eyebrows up and nodded placing a hand on each side of his face. Spike closed his eyes and sighed, his lips parting as she kissed him on the cheek lightly. Spike moved her hands away and his nose brushed against hers. Faye's heart ached as his lips brushed against hers. "I'm sorry I hurt you." Spike's brown eyes opened and met hers as the rain drops dripped from the sky above as a flash of lighting danced off in the distance making the rain sparkle around their frames.
Spike pressed his lips to her as Faye wrapped her arms around his neck. Spike pulled Faye back and turned her back against his chest. Sitting on a small hill they stared off into the distance, watching storm as it drew closer. Faye took Spike's hands and rippled his lips together. "What's wrong?" Spike pressed his lips against the back of her ear.
"Your fingernails are dirty…" Faye frowned and rolled her head back to meet his gaze.
Spike sighed, glancing down at the ground. "Just burying the rest of my past," his eyes saddened and Faye stood giving him a hand to his feet. Turning her towards him Spike moved his mouth to speak. He stopped and looked at her with pleading eyes. Faye nodded her head and pulled Spike into her arms. He rested his face in the crook of her neck.
"I love you…Faye." Faye smiled gripping onto the fabric of his coat. Pulling back Spike didn't expect an answer; he already knew she felt the same way as her fingers laced around his right hand.
"Ready to go?" her voice was soft and comforting. She'd won him over; she'd won her way to a player's heart…
The End
I didn't want to rush it or anything…I know its short, but that's how it turned out, I hope you're all happy with the ending. I wanted it to be a little different from some of my others. Just like the plot is. Soo…comments? READ + REVIEW! ^__^