A/N: Hi-hi!!! ^^ Long time no see, neh??? lol, heh...sorry about that. -_-' I've just been working on stupid school projects and my newest fic, "Through His Eyes". I'm still debating whether or not to continue it, so it would give me the greatest pleasure if you would review it for me!!! =^_^= lol, I sound like one of those proper people, huh? lol...heh. -.-' Welp, please R&R, and of course....ENJOY!!! ^,~
"Get up."
Faye gronaed, her vision gradually coming into focus as a brilliant light shone upon her face like a sudden beacon of hope, her bones creaking as she wearily rolled over onto her side and shut her eyes in groggy defeat.
"I said, get UP!!!," the voice boomed authoratively, thus causing Faye to cringe with severe consternation.
WHIPOOSH!
She cried out in agony the moment that the dreaded whip tore across her porcelain flesh like a thin blade of destruction, thick rivulets of vermilion pulsating forth from the wound in fairly heavy torrents as she winced and curled up into a ball like a frightened child and began to weep.
"Shut up!," the man growled, only to immediately whip her again. "Do you even know why you're here, Miss Valentine?"
She trembled, shaking her head back and forth in fear.
Smirking due to seeing her terrible fright, the man began smugly, "My name is Miles Olander, the leader of the team of hitmen that go by the name of Blood. Your hospital bill is frightfully high, so my team and I were sent to kill you. Congratulations, my dear."
Faye blanched. "Y-you're one of the hitmen that were after me?!"
Miles nodded, conceding complacently, "Of course....wasn't it rather obvious, considering what has happened?"
"Well I guess so, but-"
"What don't you understand about the words SHUT UP?!!," he demanded gruffly, his coal-black eyes burning over with a fiery sheen of deep emnity as he struck the poor vixen squarely across the jaw and watched her topple over with a sinister smirk upon his face.
Mulishly ignoring the throbbing pain from her busted lip, Faye weakly raised herself up to her knees and looked her captor directly in the eye, demanding curtly, "So what are you going to do now......kill me?"
"Perhaps," Miles agreed coldly, "but what would be the fun in that? You see, my dear, I find it much more enjoyable to torture my victims a few hours prior to their 'unfortunate' deaths opposed to just killing them right off the bat."
"Grand," Faye muttered in acknowledgement, her lip now bleeding profusely as she fearfully watched him unroll a cloth filled with weaponry upon the small card table beside his chair with an air of sheer sadism.
Selecting the utensil of his choice, Miles turned back to face his captive, a cruel, sadistic chuckle eliciting forth from his thin lips as he announced emotionlessly, "I hope that your life was a good one, Miss Valentine, fore it is about to come to an untimely end."
Faye gasped, clumsily crawling away from his ever-so-slowly-approaching figure as beads of perspiration began to form upon her brow, her breath catching in her throat as she urged breathlessly, "Please......h-have mercy!!!"
Miles let out a terrible laugh that chilled her to the bone, his voice gruff and below sub-zero as he acknowledged rawly, "Only the weak bestow mercy, my dear."
Raising the blade up into the air in a formidable fashion, Miles moved to bring it down but a loud 'BANG' went off, thus resulting in a bullet ricocheting off of the side of the weapon and sending it hurtling from his grasp and landing blade-first into the surface of the small card table.
Faye spun around to oversee the intruder, only to gasp at what she saw. "Spike!"
"At your service, ma-lady," he gibed, twirling his Jericho upon his finger with an air that suggested that it was all just a big game to him.
His hand hovering over his revolver within its hip holster, Miles demanded fearfully, "H-how the hell did you get in here?! This place is heavily guarded!"
Spike smirked, replying casually, "I came in the same way that I always do.....I shot my way in. Uh....I also regret to inform you that your men are dead."
Miles let out of a growl full of rage then, without warning, seized Faye by the waist and yanked her viciously up against him, his lightning quick reflexes coming into play as he retrieved his revolver from his hip holster and placed it firmly against her back as he cautioned, "Put your gun down or else I'll shoot her!"
Spike frowned, remaining completely motionless.
"What's wrong?," Miles demanded, clearly frustrated. "Are you really gonna let me kill her?"
Spike managed a small smirk. "Of course not."
BANG!
Faye screamed as Miles let out a garbled moan, his life passing him by the very moment that the dreaded copper bullet tore through the tender flesh of his neck, closing his eyes as he, with his last ounce of strength, pulled back on the trigger of his revolver and fired.
BANG!
Spike gasped, his world crazedly spinning about him at a maddening speed as he watched Miles and the fair Faye Valentine collapse like two dead weights upon the floor, his mouth now completely dry as he took a shuffling step forward and choked in utter dispair. "Faye......no...."
Dropping his weapon to the floor in an instant of sheer panic, Spike rushed over to his fallen comrade and flipped her over in his arms, tears that absolutely refused to be shed burning along his lashes as he moaned, "My God....not again! Please don't take Faye from me, too....she deserves to live!!!"
"Shut up......lunkhead," a pained voice wheezed teasefully from below, thus causing him to gasp and look down upon the vixen's laggard being in utter surprise. "I'll be alright......you'll see. Nothing that a little bandaid can't fix, right?"
Spike smirked despite the tremendous pain that was eating away at what was left of his delicate heart, his voice cracking slightly as he acknowledged in agreement, "Yeah....that's right."
Faye smiled warmly, her eyes shimmering with love and devotion as she gently ran a hand across his smooth cheek and stroked his surprisingly soft mass of hair in adoration, her weary voice hushed and evaporating into nothingness as she breathed fondly, "See you, space cowboy......we will meet again...........soon."
Spike choked as she closed her eyes and fell limply against his broad chest, his two-toned irises ablaze with a fiery hatred as he growled mournfully at the top of his lungs, "Damn you, Celeste! You were supposed to help me keep Faye alive.....she was supposed to fucking LIVE!!!"
"Correction....it was you whom she depended on....not me," the outraged angel insisted from behind, now standing directly over him as she placed an empathetic hand upon his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze full of reassurance. "I'm sorry, Spike, but now there's nothing that either of us can do for her........Faye is gone."
"LIAR!!!," Spike wailed, striking her hand roughly away from him as he cradled Faye's limp form protectively against his broad chest and held her tight. "Faye's still alive, you'll see! Just you wait......she's going to wake up!"
Celeste bowed her head, then shook it in denial. "No, Spike, I'm sorry, but-"
"Take me, instead," he suddenly pleaded, his two-toned irises burning over with pure veracity as he looked his neighboring angel directly in the eye and touched her hand. "Please, Celeste.......let me do this."
"No.....I-I can't!," she argued shrilly, tiny, prismatic tears forming along her kohl lashes as she began to shake like a leaf in utter consternation. "Don't you realize what will happen to you if you do this?! Don't you know that you'll-"
"Go to Hell?," Spike supplied, nodding. "Yes, I know that, but there is absolutely no price that I am not willing to pay for the shrew that I have surprisingly become so damn attached to. I......I think that I'm in love with her."
Celeste's startling blue eyes widened in astonishment. "You.....what?"
"Weird, huh?," Spike agreed, smirking. "I don't really give a damn if I'm breaking some stupid cardinal rule or not, because I love this woman with all my heart and I am completely willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for her."
Celeste blanched. "C-completely?"
"Completely," Spike conceded, nodding. "Go on...bring her back. Don't worry about me, Celeste......I've already made my decision."
Celeste blinked back tears of frustration and bewilderment, then nodded, acknowledging softly in defeat, "As you wish."
A/N: ::gasps:: What's going to happen to poor Faye-Faye??? lol, R&R in order 2 find out!!! ^,~ VEEEEERY IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol, ok, now that I have your undiveded attention (hopefully, heh -_-'), we have a petition circulating around that's called the We Want More COWBOY BEBOP Petition! So if you want a 2nd season, or w/e, please let me know (my email address is in my profile) so that I can send it to you and then you can sign it!!! Oh, & PLEASE put in the good word for SxF! Like say that you'd LOVE it if those 2 could hook up in the 2nd season! lol WE NEED YOUR SUPPORT!!! Thankies!!! ^^ Luv ya bunches! ^,~
3 Kendra Luehr