A/N: Hey, guyz! ^^ WOW!!! Holy crapola...this is SOO amazing, & I cannot thank u guyz ENUFF!!! =^_^= I never would've DREAMED 2 have gotten 21 reviews for only 2 chapters, so wow! THANX!!!!! =^-^= I mean, this is doing even better than my fic "Wild Hearts" did in the beginning of its development, so again....WOW! =P O, & a SPECIAL THANKS 2 spike'spunkygirl who actually read my fic "Twilight's Symphony" & actually APPRECIATED the romantic junk that I wuz aiming 4, lol. I made yet another reviewer cry! ::sighs:: Sorry about that, heh. -_-' I didn't want 2 make u upset @ ur computer, lol. Welp....please R&R, and of course...ENJOY! ^,~
"Hey, are you gonna eat that?"
Faye snorted, slamming her fork down upon her plate full of bell peppers and beef without, of course, the beef, before replying acidulously, "I thought that angels didn't have an appetite! What are you, a friggin' vacuum?!"
"Well I am forever damned," Spike reminded her, stealing a wistful glance down at her poor excuse for a meal in longing as he scooted closer to her upon the musty yellow couch with the hopes of obtaining a small morsel of some sort. "I'm alive and well and all that good crap but, as I've told you before, no one can ever see me but you, so I can still be all mystical and mysterious like the angel that I was."
Faye frowned deeply. "Fine, then...eat my food, for all I care! You rob me of everything else in my life, so I suppose that I can starve, too!"
"Well thanks!," Spike exclaimed, clearly far to oblivious to the whole meaning of what she had so boldly just expressed as he swiped the plate from her outstretched hands and began to shovel it all into his mouth in several large, voracious gulps.
After stifling a small burp of contentment, he handed the empty plate back to Faye, then stretched out beside her and closed his eyes before announcing delightedly, "Man, this is the life.....don't know why I ever left."
Faye stiffened. "Yes....why did you leave?"
Instantly realizing the terrible mistake that he had just made, Spike opened one eye and glanced over at her dejected form with curiosity, prying with slight apprehension, "Are you mad at me, Faye?"
"I suppose," she agreed half-heartedly, shrugging, "but what else could you do? I mean, if my last subtle little plea for you to stay here with me didn't have any affect at all over you, why on earth is it working now when it's far too late?"
Spike sighed, shaking his head dolorously as he acknowledged in a voice barely above a whisper, "I honestly don't know, Faye, but what I do know is that I am very sorry, and that the memory of you in pain over my foolish death constantly haunts my soul every single goddamn day. Please forgive me, Faye......please."
Gazing deep into his beautiful two-toned irises in longing, she suddenly detected a great sense of veracity within those incredible garnet-colored orbs, thus causing her to nod before she could even think straight, agreeing breathlessly in return, "I forgive you, Spike..........with all my aching heart."
Suddenly feeling a deep-set pang of guilt within him, Spike then realized that no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he truly did hurt her, and her heart would be forever broken due to his severe negligency towards her terribly delicate feelings.
Faye had completely bared herself to him that fateful evening whenever she had hinted that she cared for him within their brief conversation, yet he, as completely oblivious as he truly was, didn't even take notice of her desperate heartfelt pleas.
"I really AM a bastard," Spike realized, a large lump beginning to form its way within his throat as his eyes lingered upon Faye's sorrowful facade in utter despair. "She has every right to be mad at me.....my God, why didn't I see all of this before?! I ruined another individual because I was so damn selfish and was thinking only of myself!"
"Spike?"
He snapped to attention, instantly coming out of his turbulent train of thought as he then realized that he was being summoned. "Y-yes?"
"Does it still hurt?," Faye questioned softly, her deep, luminescent gaze suddenly becoming glassy and filled with a subtle hint of yearning as she looked her comrade over with concern. "Do you still feel pain?"
Spike blanched, clearly mystified. "Wh....what?"
"Julia," Faye explained meekly, "do you miss her?"
"No," Spike returned flatly. "I most certainly do not."
"But you-"
"End of discussion!!!," he growled, immediately shooting up from the couch in disdain before storming off into the next room like a vicious beast, his heavy footsteps sounding throughout the vicinity until they were cut off by the tremendous bang of his bedroom door slamming shut in a loud, and final click.
"Oh, Spike....what have I done?," Faye wondered aloud, a single tear of pain and bewildered guilt trickling down her cheek like a lost hope as she dejectedly continued to sit there and wring her hands back and forth in her lap with anxiety. "Please forgive me, Spike.....I am so very sorry. I.....I love you."
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"What are you doing?!"
"Fixing my hair....what's it look like?," Spike returned snippily, thus causing Celeste to let out an unattractive snort as she continued to observe him comb his mop of moss green locks in front of his bedroom mirror like a fretful young woman preparing for prom.
"Are you going to listen to me or not?," Celeste finally demanded, clearly exasperated beyond all words of disbelief. "I wouldn't come to you in person unless I didn't have something terribly important to tell you, ya know!"
Spike shrugged with indifference, then set his comb down onto his dresser and turned away from the mirror before replying casually, "So spill."
"It's Faye," Celeste began breathlessly, "she's in trouble, and you must save her before it's too late!"
Spike raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?! Faye is fine!"
"Well yes, she's fine right now, but my globe of the future tells me otherwise!," Celeste insisted, her deep blue irises now scintillating with severe consternation as she seized him by the arm and gave him a vigorous shake. "Even after all of this time she still hasn't taken it upon herself to pay off her debts, so her pursuers are going to hire a group of hitmen to finish her off! Do you get what I'm saying?!"
"I-I think so," Spike acknowledged, swallowing.
"Well good, because I need for you to take Faye as far away from here as possible to someplace safe," Celeste announced, trying her best not to smirk once she laid her eyes upon his stunned face. "I'm going to make you visible to all eyes again so that you and Faye can have an alias as a dating couple. This will also make Faye less vulnerable to being attacked since these men will realize that she's not alone, so it will be more difficult to finish her off. Got it?"
"Got it," Spike assured her, nodding. "As her guardian angel, I feel completely obligated to do this. After all.....I owe it to her."
Celeste grinned. "Good."
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"Faye....c'mon, we're leaving!"
"W-what?!," she demanded, crying out in utter surprise as Spike seized her by the wrist and yanked her up and off of the barstool that she was sitting upon in an instant of sheer haste. "Where are we going?!"
"It's a long story, but you're going to have to trust me, ok?," he pleaded, holding onto her by her shoulders so that she was forced to gaze into his incredible two-toned irises in absolute shock. "Do you think you can do that, Faye?"
"Y-yes," she managed to stammer, studying his face with an overall intrigued curiosity as he stroked her hair in reassurance. "Will you please tell me what's going on and why you had to come all the way to this bar to come and get me now?"
"Sorry," Spike apologized, "but there's no time right now.....I'll tell you everything you'll need to know whenever we get there."
"Get where? I don't underst-"
"Come on!," he interrupted, yanking her roughly towards the bar exit in an instant of sheer anxiety over saving her life, a few onlookers glancing over at them in annoyance due to the slight disturbance that they had created.
Neither of them had noticed, however, a figure garbed completely in black that lingered in the shadows of the bar like a ghostly phantom, a sinister smirk gradually curling upon his pale, thin lips as he withdrew an item from his pocket and flicked it on in a rather furtive manner.
"I've got them," the figure announced into his walkie-talkie as he watched the tracer on the Swordfish II blink on the small screen within his palm. "There's absolutely nowhere that she can hide, now."
A/N: DUN-DUN-DUN!!!! lol, so wut's gonna happen NOW??? Welp, I'm tell ya what...if u keep on a-reviewin', I'll keep on a-writin'! ^^ Good enuff deal? lol, I hope so. ^^ YAY!!! 2 DAYS TIL MY B-DAY!!!!!!!!!!! AKA Christmas, lol. MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU GUYZ, & A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =^-^= Luv ya bunches! ^,~
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