A/N: Hey! Heh...sorry that this chappie took a while 2 update, but I wuz grounded from the net 4 a while since I wuz caught doing sumthing that I shouldn't have been (obviously), haha. No, u perverts, it wuz NOTHING like that, lol. Welp, n-e-who, The Barracudas are featured in this, so yay 4 all of u pplz that ARE them!!! ^^ Otherwize I'm sure that no1 really cares, hahaha. N-e-who, this reviewer named chris said sum pretty retarded thingz that never even HAPPENED in this story, so he flamed me out of false pretenses. _ Hmph. I wrote a response review, & I think that I may've been a little harsh, heh...so sorry, chris. N-e-wayz, R&R, & of course...ENJOY! ^,~
CH 9
"Oh, my God, what was I thinking?!," Spike wondered miserably as he stood shirtless out on the balcony to his father's apartment, a fine trail of silvery-gray filtering upwards from his cigarette as he continued to stand there leaning up against the railing in a state of grief. "Why did I let myself almost kiss Faye?! Is it because I've been without a girlfriend for so long and that I needed to feel alive again? Yeah....that's probably it....but why HER?! She's given me nothin' but trouble from day 1! Maybe it's actually true when they say that women are beautiful, but deadly."
"GODDAMMIT, SPIKE! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!"
Dropping his cigarette in surprise, Spike whirled around, only to find himself face-to-face with his father, who was quite obviously none too pleased to see his son.
"What are you doing, ya dumbass?! I don't pay money for you to go around skippin' school!!!," Mr. Spiegel barked, seizing a fistfull of his son's hair and pulling the yelping young man inside in an instant of fury. "Put a shirt on and get movin'! I've gotta get to work in 15 minutes, and if you're not out the door before that time I'm gonna beat you shitless!!!"
"Yes, sir," Spike grumbled to the floor, tears of vast pain and confusion that absolutely refused to be shed blurring his vision as he bent down and picked up a black sleevless shirt from off of the floor to wear.
"Yes, sir, what?!," Mr. Spiegel demanded hotly, his facial features burning a deep crimson due to his incessant rage.
Spike swallowed the huge lump in his throat, then acknowledged softly, "Yes, sir.....I will."
"That's better," Mr. Spiegel remarked tartly, spinning around on his heel and tromping off into the next room as a string of curses spewed forth from his pouty lips, his son remaining there motionless and in a state of shock and bewilderment as his life suddenly seemed to pass by much more slowly.
Slumping down onto his unmade bed, Spike cradled his head in his hands and shook his head back and forth due to his deep inner ire, instantly realizing that his life truly was a living Hell.
"I wish that I could just disappear from this Godforsaken world!," Spike thought, smashing his fist down upon his mattress with a subtle squeak as he clenched his teeth amidst his deep emnity. "Fuck everyone and everything! No one gives a damn about me, anyway, so why should I give a damn about them?! I need a miracle, but what's the use?! As far as my luck's concerned, there's no such thing as miracles!!!"
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"Oooh, there he is, Faye! Go for it, GO!," Mikaya urged, letting out an ecstatic giggle as she pushed her friend over towards Spike, who was currently moodily opening up his locker and stuffing his books inside with indifference.
Wetting her lips since she was extremely nervous due to yesterday's little incident, Faye approached him with slight apprehension, greeting as cheerily as she could manage, "H-hey, Spike! What's up?"
Sending her a disinterested look, he turned to face her, then began softly, "Look, Faye......um......about last night.......I........we......"
"What?," she demanded, suddenly growing fearful.
"It....it was a mistake," Spike mumbled to the floor, immediately casting his pained gaze down to his boots in shame. "I-I hope that I didn't lead you on, or anything, cuz believe me, Faye, the last thing in the world that I want to do is hurt you."
Faye's eyes watered over with pain and anguish as she stood there before him clenching and unclenching her fists by her sides, a pained sob erupting forth from her bosom as she smacked him clear across the face, wailing, "Oh, no, of course you didn't hurt me, Spike! I just....just....I just thought that maybe you actually LIKED me for once!!!
"I do like you.....a lot," Spike insisted softly, his eyes pleading with her as he felt his cheek begin to throb profusely from where she had struck him.
"Liar," Faye hissed in accusation, giving him an ungrateful look as she spun around on her heel and stomped off towards her 1st block classroom, completely disregarding Mikaya's fretful questions as she tagged along behind her in bewilderment.
Watching after them in dismay, Spike let out a low growl, then smashed his locker door shut with his fist, knowing deep-down that this day was only going to continue to go downhill.
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"Again?"
"Yes, Vicious.....stop asking!!!," his English teacher, Ms. Dobrinski barked as she continued to pass out papers.
Vicious rolled his eyes as he stared down at his review worksheet in dismay, grumbling profanities under his breath as he realized that he didn't know a flying fuck about prepositions and the other grammatical nonsense on the paper.
"Screw it," he decided aloud, rebelliously crumpling up the worksheet before tossing it onto the floor, then casually elevating his feet so that he had propped them on the young woman's desk in front of him.
Clearly aggravated, she turned around, her hazel eyes narrowing as a few strands of her nut-brown locks fell carelessly in front of her eyebrows, asking hopefully, "Excuse me, but can you please get your feet off of my desk?"
Frowning deeply, Vicious shook his head, replying curtly, "No way, Samantha! You and those other Barracuda scum buckets deserve whatcha get!"
"Are you asking for a fight?," she demanded, sending him a challenging glance. "If that's what you want, I'll give it to you."
Vicious smirked. "Sure, babe......sounds like fun. In fact, we'll make this a whole little get-together between The Red Dragons and The Barracudas tonight at 6:00 under the Ellewood City bridge. Whaddaya say?"
Samantha smiled since she was one who loved a challenge, holding out her hand as she agreed, "I'd say that that's an excellent idea."
Vicious took her hand in his and shook it, acknowledging smugly, "May the best gang win."
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"Are you sure that this is such a good idea?," Jazz demanded, placing her hands on her hips as she and the rest of The Barracudas stood underneath the Ellewood City bridge in waiting. "I mean, my God, people.....we could be killed!"
"Relax, baby," Randall urged, cradling his blonde, blue-eyed princess against his form in hopes of slightly easing her tension. "I promise that I won't let anything happen to my girl, alright?"
"Oh, please!," Arexu groaned, sending them both a look full of disgust. "If you two would actually start being a bit more worried about the game plan than your own asses, we actually might be able to get out of this alive.....and I mean all of us!"
Randall frowned. "I see your point......anything special planned for tonight's blood-splatter, Sam?"
"It's basically just our usual......hand-to-hand combat," Samantha replied, shrugging. "I'm guessing that everyone brought a back-up weapon just in case, though, right?"
"Of course!," Rachel acknowledged, opening up her jacket to reveal a row of several small knives. "Where would we be without 'em? This is every man for themself!"
"True," Samantha agreed, "but this won't exactly be a fair battle. Vicious told me earlier that he and The Red Dragons were gonna come clean and just fist fight us."
"So?," Randall demanded, sending her an incredulous look. "Screw the rules and regulations, Sam! As Rachel said before, thi is every man for themself!"
"V-very well," Samatha acknowledged, appearing to be a bit frazzled. Clearing her throat, she looked each Barracuda over with slight apprehension, then continued, "Are there any questions or issues that need to be brought up?"
Coughing into her hand with trepidation, Nami suddenly spoke up, "Uh, yeah, actually.....but I'm rather ashamed to say it."
"Go on," Samantha urged, giving her a pleasant smile. "Nobody's judging you, sweetie."
Before Nami could reply, however, a deep, rich, sultry voice announced smugly from behind, "Hey, guys.....we're here."
Gasping, Jazz grasped her boyfriend by the arm in anguish, wailing, "It's Spike and The Red Dragons! They've finally arrived!"
"I see that," Randall assured her, a large smirk forming across his thin lips as his gaze locked dead-on with his hated nemesis'.
"R-R-Randall....I've gotta come clean with you, I-"
"Not now, Nami!," he growled, sending her a fierce look that seemed to bore into the very epitome of her soul. "Can't you see that we're a little BUSY?!!"
Nami bit her lip, then blurted, "Oh, I am sooo sorry, Randall! I-I told Vicious to tell The Red Dragons to bring weaponry since I figured that we would, as well!"
"You what?!," he demanded, now completely ignoring Spike and the others as he turned on his fellow gang member in an instant.
"I-I said I was sorry, Randall, I-"
"Well sorry doesn't cut it!," he growled, growing beet-red in the face as everyone watched on in absolute shock. "You know that you'll be SEVERELY punished for this, don't you?!"
Nami held her chin up high, then nodded. "Yes, sir, I do."
Randall smirked, his hand drifting down toward the interior of his coat as his coal black eyes burned into hers with an unreadable nothingness.
Bang!
Nami choked, grasping her abdomen in sheer agony as she crumpled down to her knees and began to tremble all over, thick runnels of scarlet streaming forth from the wound in a steadfast flow.
"NAMI!!!," Arexu wailed, racing over to her fallen sister in an instant. "Oh, my God, ARE YOU OK?!!"
"Stay back!," Randall barked, pointing his loaded firearm at her with menace. "She's getting what she deserves for betraying us!!!"
"How could she DESERVE getting shot?!," Arexu demanded, her copious amount of emnity seething throughout her being as she felt herself secretly grasp her pocketknife within the palm of her hand. "You truly ARE a sick bastard, you know that?!"
"Yeah...I know," Randall acknowledged, smirking coldly.
BANG!
Nami convulsed as yet another bullet entered her being in a single blurred instant of pain, weeping piteously as her vision began to blur and coalesce like a wintry fog as she held out a trembling hand to her sister as if asking for help.
"DIE, YOU SONOFABITCH!!!," Arexu screamed, hot tears streaming down her cheeks like melting candle wax as she flicked out the blade of her pocketknife and charged her hated leader like a deranged beast.
Randall, however, easily evaded her attack, sending a swift kick to her backside which sent her flying down roughly to the ground, her weapon slipping out of her grasp and over into a nearby clump of weeds as she continued to lay there sobbing in absolute disbelief.
Spike, meanwhile, took Faye by the arm, announcing, "I'm gonna go help her....I can't stand to watch anymore of this horrendous manslaughter."
"No, you can't!," Faye hissed, seizing him by the collar of his jeans jacket and yanking him roughly towards her. "I won't let you fight a battle that clearly isn't yours to fight!"
Spike gave her an aggravated look, insisting gently, "I have to, Faye......saving the enemy or not, I have to."
Before she could utter another protest, Spike was already racing over to Arexu's aid, leaping up into the air and delivering a flawless tornado kick to Randall's jaw, thus leaving the stunned man falling backwards dazedly onto his rump.
"Leave her alone, Randall!," Spike ordered, his eyes burning over with a severe choleric emotion that he had never truly expressed before. "How can you call yourself a leader whenever you slaughter your own men?!"
Randall grinned, his busted lip dripping blood profusely like a steadfast waterfall of scarlet as he replied dryly, "It's really easy, Spiegel.....you should try it sometime."
Spike frowned deeply. "I don't think so."
A thick bolt of lightning tore across the sky, thus illuminating the groups' solemn features, everyone's breath catching in their throats as they watched on and waited with severe trepidation.
Faye, meanwhile, found herself edging closer and closer to the unfolding battle as she bit her lip in consternation, praying that everyone would get out of this perilous ordeal alive and well.
Just as she began to feel as if this would most likely come true, a glint of silver emerged forth from within Randall's pocket, her feet instantly taking over as if they had a mind of their own as she felt her being race over towards the scene as fast as her legs would carry her.
"Spike....LOOK OUT!!!," Faye wailed, throwing herself into his arms just as Randall thrusted the deadly weapon forward.
Gasping, Faye let out a pained moan as she felt the blade within her shoulder begin to throb along with her rapid pulse, warm, crimson blood excreting out of the fairly deep wound and down her back as she grasped Spike by the arms and gave him a look of sheer terror.
"Faye!," he exclaimed, his two-toned irises refletcing a mix of concern, shock and another emotion that she could not quite yet decipher as her vision began to grow hazy due to her excessive shock. "Oh, my God, Faye....are you alright?!! FAYE!!!"
Giving him a daze, disillusioned look, she let out a pitiful whimper and fell limply into his arms, her last words before entering a state of unconsciousness being a hushed, "I love you."
A/N: ATTENTION!!! VEEEEEERY IMPORTANT!!!! If u don't already know, ff.net iz planning on removing ALL lemons from the R section, which could mean that not only summa MY stuff, but YOURS, as well, could b removed!!! There's a petition circling around, & if u'd like 2 sign if, please feel free 2 email me @ Guapa16@aol.com so that I can send it 2 u. Whenever u copy/paste write w/e u want in it, u send it 2 Lasako@xuppa.com or Lasako@aol.com. Thanx, it will mean SOOO much 2 me & every1 else! Plus, my little "adult situations" scene iz in the VERY NEXT CHAPTER, so if they take out lemons~cries~they may take this fic off b4 I can finish it!!! . SUPPORT US, PLEEEASE!!! Just put in the subject box when u send it 2 me ff.net person so that I know not 2 delete u, lol. N-e-who, PLEASE review this chappie 4 me???? It'll mean sooooo much 2 me! Thank u soo very much! Luv ya bunches! ^,~
3 Kendra Luehr
CH 9
"Oh, my God, what was I thinking?!," Spike wondered miserably as he stood shirtless out on the balcony to his father's apartment, a fine trail of silvery-gray filtering upwards from his cigarette as he continued to stand there leaning up against the railing in a state of grief. "Why did I let myself almost kiss Faye?! Is it because I've been without a girlfriend for so long and that I needed to feel alive again? Yeah....that's probably it....but why HER?! She's given me nothin' but trouble from day 1! Maybe it's actually true when they say that women are beautiful, but deadly."
"GODDAMMIT, SPIKE! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!"
Dropping his cigarette in surprise, Spike whirled around, only to find himself face-to-face with his father, who was quite obviously none too pleased to see his son.
"What are you doing, ya dumbass?! I don't pay money for you to go around skippin' school!!!," Mr. Spiegel barked, seizing a fistfull of his son's hair and pulling the yelping young man inside in an instant of fury. "Put a shirt on and get movin'! I've gotta get to work in 15 minutes, and if you're not out the door before that time I'm gonna beat you shitless!!!"
"Yes, sir," Spike grumbled to the floor, tears of vast pain and confusion that absolutely refused to be shed blurring his vision as he bent down and picked up a black sleevless shirt from off of the floor to wear.
"Yes, sir, what?!," Mr. Spiegel demanded hotly, his facial features burning a deep crimson due to his incessant rage.
Spike swallowed the huge lump in his throat, then acknowledged softly, "Yes, sir.....I will."
"That's better," Mr. Spiegel remarked tartly, spinning around on his heel and tromping off into the next room as a string of curses spewed forth from his pouty lips, his son remaining there motionless and in a state of shock and bewilderment as his life suddenly seemed to pass by much more slowly.
Slumping down onto his unmade bed, Spike cradled his head in his hands and shook his head back and forth due to his deep inner ire, instantly realizing that his life truly was a living Hell.
"I wish that I could just disappear from this Godforsaken world!," Spike thought, smashing his fist down upon his mattress with a subtle squeak as he clenched his teeth amidst his deep emnity. "Fuck everyone and everything! No one gives a damn about me, anyway, so why should I give a damn about them?! I need a miracle, but what's the use?! As far as my luck's concerned, there's no such thing as miracles!!!"
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"Oooh, there he is, Faye! Go for it, GO!," Mikaya urged, letting out an ecstatic giggle as she pushed her friend over towards Spike, who was currently moodily opening up his locker and stuffing his books inside with indifference.
Wetting her lips since she was extremely nervous due to yesterday's little incident, Faye approached him with slight apprehension, greeting as cheerily as she could manage, "H-hey, Spike! What's up?"
Sending her a disinterested look, he turned to face her, then began softly, "Look, Faye......um......about last night.......I........we......"
"What?," she demanded, suddenly growing fearful.
"It....it was a mistake," Spike mumbled to the floor, immediately casting his pained gaze down to his boots in shame. "I-I hope that I didn't lead you on, or anything, cuz believe me, Faye, the last thing in the world that I want to do is hurt you."
Faye's eyes watered over with pain and anguish as she stood there before him clenching and unclenching her fists by her sides, a pained sob erupting forth from her bosom as she smacked him clear across the face, wailing, "Oh, no, of course you didn't hurt me, Spike! I just....just....I just thought that maybe you actually LIKED me for once!!!
"I do like you.....a lot," Spike insisted softly, his eyes pleading with her as he felt his cheek begin to throb profusely from where she had struck him.
"Liar," Faye hissed in accusation, giving him an ungrateful look as she spun around on her heel and stomped off towards her 1st block classroom, completely disregarding Mikaya's fretful questions as she tagged along behind her in bewilderment.
Watching after them in dismay, Spike let out a low growl, then smashed his locker door shut with his fist, knowing deep-down that this day was only going to continue to go downhill.
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"Again?"
"Yes, Vicious.....stop asking!!!," his English teacher, Ms. Dobrinski barked as she continued to pass out papers.
Vicious rolled his eyes as he stared down at his review worksheet in dismay, grumbling profanities under his breath as he realized that he didn't know a flying fuck about prepositions and the other grammatical nonsense on the paper.
"Screw it," he decided aloud, rebelliously crumpling up the worksheet before tossing it onto the floor, then casually elevating his feet so that he had propped them on the young woman's desk in front of him.
Clearly aggravated, she turned around, her hazel eyes narrowing as a few strands of her nut-brown locks fell carelessly in front of her eyebrows, asking hopefully, "Excuse me, but can you please get your feet off of my desk?"
Frowning deeply, Vicious shook his head, replying curtly, "No way, Samantha! You and those other Barracuda scum buckets deserve whatcha get!"
"Are you asking for a fight?," she demanded, sending him a challenging glance. "If that's what you want, I'll give it to you."
Vicious smirked. "Sure, babe......sounds like fun. In fact, we'll make this a whole little get-together between The Red Dragons and The Barracudas tonight at 6:00 under the Ellewood City bridge. Whaddaya say?"
Samantha smiled since she was one who loved a challenge, holding out her hand as she agreed, "I'd say that that's an excellent idea."
Vicious took her hand in his and shook it, acknowledging smugly, "May the best gang win."
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"Are you sure that this is such a good idea?," Jazz demanded, placing her hands on her hips as she and the rest of The Barracudas stood underneath the Ellewood City bridge in waiting. "I mean, my God, people.....we could be killed!"
"Relax, baby," Randall urged, cradling his blonde, blue-eyed princess against his form in hopes of slightly easing her tension. "I promise that I won't let anything happen to my girl, alright?"
"Oh, please!," Arexu groaned, sending them both a look full of disgust. "If you two would actually start being a bit more worried about the game plan than your own asses, we actually might be able to get out of this alive.....and I mean all of us!"
Randall frowned. "I see your point......anything special planned for tonight's blood-splatter, Sam?"
"It's basically just our usual......hand-to-hand combat," Samantha replied, shrugging. "I'm guessing that everyone brought a back-up weapon just in case, though, right?"
"Of course!," Rachel acknowledged, opening up her jacket to reveal a row of several small knives. "Where would we be without 'em? This is every man for themself!"
"True," Samantha agreed, "but this won't exactly be a fair battle. Vicious told me earlier that he and The Red Dragons were gonna come clean and just fist fight us."
"So?," Randall demanded, sending her an incredulous look. "Screw the rules and regulations, Sam! As Rachel said before, thi is every man for themself!"
"V-very well," Samatha acknowledged, appearing to be a bit frazzled. Clearing her throat, she looked each Barracuda over with slight apprehension, then continued, "Are there any questions or issues that need to be brought up?"
Coughing into her hand with trepidation, Nami suddenly spoke up, "Uh, yeah, actually.....but I'm rather ashamed to say it."
"Go on," Samantha urged, giving her a pleasant smile. "Nobody's judging you, sweetie."
Before Nami could reply, however, a deep, rich, sultry voice announced smugly from behind, "Hey, guys.....we're here."
Gasping, Jazz grasped her boyfriend by the arm in anguish, wailing, "It's Spike and The Red Dragons! They've finally arrived!"
"I see that," Randall assured her, a large smirk forming across his thin lips as his gaze locked dead-on with his hated nemesis'.
"R-R-Randall....I've gotta come clean with you, I-"
"Not now, Nami!," he growled, sending her a fierce look that seemed to bore into the very epitome of her soul. "Can't you see that we're a little BUSY?!!"
Nami bit her lip, then blurted, "Oh, I am sooo sorry, Randall! I-I told Vicious to tell The Red Dragons to bring weaponry since I figured that we would, as well!"
"You what?!," he demanded, now completely ignoring Spike and the others as he turned on his fellow gang member in an instant.
"I-I said I was sorry, Randall, I-"
"Well sorry doesn't cut it!," he growled, growing beet-red in the face as everyone watched on in absolute shock. "You know that you'll be SEVERELY punished for this, don't you?!"
Nami held her chin up high, then nodded. "Yes, sir, I do."
Randall smirked, his hand drifting down toward the interior of his coat as his coal black eyes burned into hers with an unreadable nothingness.
Bang!
Nami choked, grasping her abdomen in sheer agony as she crumpled down to her knees and began to tremble all over, thick runnels of scarlet streaming forth from the wound in a steadfast flow.
"NAMI!!!," Arexu wailed, racing over to her fallen sister in an instant. "Oh, my God, ARE YOU OK?!!"
"Stay back!," Randall barked, pointing his loaded firearm at her with menace. "She's getting what she deserves for betraying us!!!"
"How could she DESERVE getting shot?!," Arexu demanded, her copious amount of emnity seething throughout her being as she felt herself secretly grasp her pocketknife within the palm of her hand. "You truly ARE a sick bastard, you know that?!"
"Yeah...I know," Randall acknowledged, smirking coldly.
BANG!
Nami convulsed as yet another bullet entered her being in a single blurred instant of pain, weeping piteously as her vision began to blur and coalesce like a wintry fog as she held out a trembling hand to her sister as if asking for help.
"DIE, YOU SONOFABITCH!!!," Arexu screamed, hot tears streaming down her cheeks like melting candle wax as she flicked out the blade of her pocketknife and charged her hated leader like a deranged beast.
Randall, however, easily evaded her attack, sending a swift kick to her backside which sent her flying down roughly to the ground, her weapon slipping out of her grasp and over into a nearby clump of weeds as she continued to lay there sobbing in absolute disbelief.
Spike, meanwhile, took Faye by the arm, announcing, "I'm gonna go help her....I can't stand to watch anymore of this horrendous manslaughter."
"No, you can't!," Faye hissed, seizing him by the collar of his jeans jacket and yanking him roughly towards her. "I won't let you fight a battle that clearly isn't yours to fight!"
Spike gave her an aggravated look, insisting gently, "I have to, Faye......saving the enemy or not, I have to."
Before she could utter another protest, Spike was already racing over to Arexu's aid, leaping up into the air and delivering a flawless tornado kick to Randall's jaw, thus leaving the stunned man falling backwards dazedly onto his rump.
"Leave her alone, Randall!," Spike ordered, his eyes burning over with a severe choleric emotion that he had never truly expressed before. "How can you call yourself a leader whenever you slaughter your own men?!"
Randall grinned, his busted lip dripping blood profusely like a steadfast waterfall of scarlet as he replied dryly, "It's really easy, Spiegel.....you should try it sometime."
Spike frowned deeply. "I don't think so."
A thick bolt of lightning tore across the sky, thus illuminating the groups' solemn features, everyone's breath catching in their throats as they watched on and waited with severe trepidation.
Faye, meanwhile, found herself edging closer and closer to the unfolding battle as she bit her lip in consternation, praying that everyone would get out of this perilous ordeal alive and well.
Just as she began to feel as if this would most likely come true, a glint of silver emerged forth from within Randall's pocket, her feet instantly taking over as if they had a mind of their own as she felt her being race over towards the scene as fast as her legs would carry her.
"Spike....LOOK OUT!!!," Faye wailed, throwing herself into his arms just as Randall thrusted the deadly weapon forward.
Gasping, Faye let out a pained moan as she felt the blade within her shoulder begin to throb along with her rapid pulse, warm, crimson blood excreting out of the fairly deep wound and down her back as she grasped Spike by the arms and gave him a look of sheer terror.
"Faye!," he exclaimed, his two-toned irises refletcing a mix of concern, shock and another emotion that she could not quite yet decipher as her vision began to grow hazy due to her excessive shock. "Oh, my God, Faye....are you alright?!! FAYE!!!"
Giving him a daze, disillusioned look, she let out a pitiful whimper and fell limply into his arms, her last words before entering a state of unconsciousness being a hushed, "I love you."
A/N: ATTENTION!!! VEEEEEERY IMPORTANT!!!! If u don't already know, ff.net iz planning on removing ALL lemons from the R section, which could mean that not only summa MY stuff, but YOURS, as well, could b removed!!! There's a petition circling around, & if u'd like 2 sign if, please feel free 2 email me @ Guapa16@aol.com so that I can send it 2 u. Whenever u copy/paste write w/e u want in it, u send it 2 Lasako@xuppa.com or Lasako@aol.com. Thanx, it will mean SOOO much 2 me & every1 else! Plus, my little "adult situations" scene iz in the VERY NEXT CHAPTER, so if they take out lemons~cries~they may take this fic off b4 I can finish it!!! . SUPPORT US, PLEEEASE!!! Just put in the subject box when u send it 2 me ff.net person so that I know not 2 delete u, lol. N-e-who, PLEASE review this chappie 4 me???? It'll mean sooooo much 2 me! Thank u soo very much! Luv ya bunches! ^,~
3 Kendra Luehr