CHAPTER4-DejaVu
Weeks past, and everyday Spike came by the bar. Everyday, it was whiskey. Everyday, it was charm and elegence. Everyday, it was compliments and jokes. Sara Taylor was happy. God help her, she was happy. And for a while, it seemed like nothing could take that away.
She had this horrible nack at getting things wrong.
That day, Spike was late. He usually got to the bar at 9:00 flat, never late, never early. She was actually starting to look forward to his arrival. It brought a sort of... euphoric feeling. It was like he was a drug, one she couldn't live without.
It was already 10:00, and he still hadn't arrived. Sara didn't know why, but she was starting to get nervous. It was actually starting to scare her.
At 11:00, Spike finally arrived. But it wasn't a normal arrival. Far from it, in fact.
She was finally closing up, tired of waiting for him. She forgot to lock the door, like usual, and started the walk up to her bed.
And then the door opened.
Spike wasn't laying down, but instead he was sitting against the door, a stain of blood streaked down the bright wood behind him. He had a bullet hole in his abdomen.
She ran to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She picked him up, walking him up the stairs to her room. She put him down on the bed. She bandaged his torso accordingly. And without a word, she stripped her clothing off.
They laid together that night. And the next morning, she awoke to find him...
Alive. Gloriously alive, and laying right next to her.
Still, that one was too close for comfort. And the Ka Bullet was getting ever so much closer.
Weeks past, and everyday Spike came by the bar. Everyday, it was whiskey. Everyday, it was charm and elegence. Everyday, it was compliments and jokes. Sara Taylor was happy. God help her, she was happy. And for a while, it seemed like nothing could take that away.
She had this horrible nack at getting things wrong.
That day, Spike was late. He usually got to the bar at 9:00 flat, never late, never early. She was actually starting to look forward to his arrival. It brought a sort of... euphoric feeling. It was like he was a drug, one she couldn't live without.
It was already 10:00, and he still hadn't arrived. Sara didn't know why, but she was starting to get nervous. It was actually starting to scare her.
At 11:00, Spike finally arrived. But it wasn't a normal arrival. Far from it, in fact.
She was finally closing up, tired of waiting for him. She forgot to lock the door, like usual, and started the walk up to her bed.
And then the door opened.
Spike wasn't laying down, but instead he was sitting against the door, a stain of blood streaked down the bright wood behind him. He had a bullet hole in his abdomen.
She ran to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She picked him up, walking him up the stairs to her room. She put him down on the bed. She bandaged his torso accordingly. And without a word, she stripped her clothing off.
They laid together that night. And the next morning, she awoke to find him...
Alive. Gloriously alive, and laying right next to her.
Still, that one was too close for comfort. And the Ka Bullet was getting ever so much closer.