Sanity

Chapter 8

By: Rachel*

Rated: PG-13

Genre: Drama/Romance

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            Faye dragged her frame out of the tub and onto the pink rug. She took a deep breath, and shivered as a small draft came threw the cracks in the door. Standing she whipped her eyes and stared at the hazed figure in the mirror. She whipped away the condensation. Her eyes were swollen, and her nose was red. She frowned and dried herself off. Taking another robe Faye draped it around her frame and took a deep breath.

            Closing her eyes she opened the door and looked to her left. Spike laid on the bed, turned away from her. His breathing was light, and his body was stiff. She bent down, looking away and grabbed her clothes and pulled them on.

            Spike stared down at the bed. He listened, she said nothing. Swallowing, he heard approaching footsteps. They stopped; he could hear her quiet breaths. He swallowed again. Faye sat on the corner of the bed. He closed his eyes, and relaxed as much as possible. "I know you're not asleep." Spike cursed under his breath.

            He opened his eyes and stiffened as her fingers ran down his right shoulder. "Stop," he whispered. His voice was lulled, not normal.

            Faye shook her head and laid down, wrapping her right arm around him. "Make me." She sighed. Spike closed his eyes. His chest ached as she pressed her face into the back of his neck. He didn't say anything. He took hold of her arm and pushed it aside. Standing he walked away and went into the bathroom, shutting the door.

            Faye rolled over onto the pillow. She cradled around where his warm body was lying. Her eyes widened as her right hand ran over the small wet spot. Tears, fallen tears, that she'd caused, that he'd caused...

            Spike ran the shower and got in. He cursed, hitting his fist into the tile wall. "If I wanted you to stop, I'd stop you." He spoke in a hushed voice. His eyes shut tightly and he gritted his teeth. He kept seeing her in the corner, crying. He'd let her save him, get close to him, and love him…now he wasn't letting her do anything; he closed himself off from her. It was more painful than he'd ever dreamed it'd be. "Damn it!" he tore at the curtain and let it fall to his feet and the tiled floor.

            Stepping out, Spike wrapped a towel around himself. He turned the sink on and slashed the cold water onto his face. Shivering, he looked up and jumped when he saw Faye standing behind him in the reflection of the mirror. She walked over to the shower and turned off the water. "I thought you hurt yourself…"

            Spike didn't react. He knew she was lying, and that she was just trying to get him to understand, to react in some way, and to love her. It was killing him not to react. "I'm fine." He turned away and slashed his face again before reaching for the hand towel. Faye frowned, and grabbed it away from his grasp.

            "It wasn't wrong." Her voice was firm. Spike ground his teeth together, and reached for the towel. She pulled it away from him. "You know I'm right—"

            "Don't do it!" He punched his fist into the plaster wall with all his might. Faye shook, and flinched, closing her eyes tightly. She dropped the towel. "Just don't…" Faye coiled her shoulders inward, and looked down.

           "I hit my head Spike. I slipped, that's why I was crying." Spike blinked. She looked up at him, tears in her green eyes. "Too bad you didn't let me explain that to you." She left, shutting the door behind her.

            Spike closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip. Cursing, he leaned forward and rested his head into the wall. He stared down at the towel. "Why do you do this to me?"

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            Faye covered her mouth with her right hand and balanced against the back of the door. Her body shook. He'd scared her, he'd actually scared her. Her bottom lip trembled. She stepped forward and looked into her bucket of ice. It had begun to melt. "Thank you," she swallowed, and grabbed a cup. Taking her soda can, she popped the tab and poured it. She listened to the fizzling of the soda, and sighed. It was a welcoming sound, something other than Spike's shouts. She got three ice cubes and placed them into the cup. It fizzled again. She lifted it and placed the cold against her forehead, helping her headache ease away.

            She bit down on her lip. It hurt, she bit down harder. Anything to get her mind off of Spike would help. Sipping her soda, she walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain. She closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed the back of her neck. She was tense. Opening her eyes lights danced across the city. Looking down Faye swallowed and blinked. Her heart jumped into her throat. They were here. Three cars pulled into the parking lot. About five men per car piled out, and filed into lines. Faye backed away. She sat down on the bed in thought. Spike's door opened and he glanced over at her. Faye did the only thing she could. Standing she pointed to the glass window.

            "What?" he muttered. He brushed past her. Faye closed his eyes and nodded her head.

            "We need to go now Spike." His eyes scanned over the lines of men listening to their leader's instructions.

            "Get the essentials. We can get other stuff later." He was dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. Hurriedly he pulled on a pair of loose fitting jeans, and grabbed Faye's soda and drank half the glass. She grimaced as he handed it back to her. She let it drop to the ground. It cracked, and an eerie silence fell over the both of them. He stood up, his back to her; his mussels were tense. His head turned back and he looked at her. "Are you disgusted with me now?" He burned with a hidden hatred inside him. He turned and pushed her onto the bed.

            Faye let out a puff of air as she hit the mattress. Spike climbed on top of her and glared down at her. "What?"

            "Is this what you want? My kisses, my outward confessions?" he moved his face down towards her.

            Faye felt sick. "Stop it." Her bottom lip trembled. "Just let me go." She tried to push him away. He grabbed onto her wrists.

            "No, tell me what you want!" He pushed his full wait into her frame. She coiled back as much as possible. He watched as a tear formed in her left eye and cascaded down her pale cheeks.

            Faye looked into his eyes, pained, aching, they matched hers. They were both hurting, feeling the same pain. It suddenly became so clear. How much he'd been hurt in the past, she was doing this to him, all over again. Her body relaxed, and her green eyes closed. "I don't know what I want." She pushed him forward and leaned into his chest for a brief moment of time. For that moment they'd found peace, he rested his head on hers and held her, cradling her as he did so.

            "When you figure it out, tell me." He stood and walked towards the bathroom, grabbing various things, and placing them in a bag. He blinked and looked over at her. "We don't have any weapons, Faye."

            She stood and pulled out a long, metal nail file from one of the bags. "This should work…" She frowned and stuck it in her back pocket.

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            "Surround the building. We don't let them get away, kill them if you must, but we'd prefer for Spike to be alive." The men nodded and split into groups, some heading inside, flashing their badges to the man at the front desk, while others showed him a picture of Spike and Faye. Jack yawned, and opened his cell phone dialing up a number. "It's me." He sighed. "Yeah, we're working on getting them now."

@_@ Dun-dun-dun…Tell me what you think will happen! This chapter was a bit short, but it's leading into a nice long chapter nine that leads to the next chunk of the story, and a plot turning twist +_+ Feel free to throw ideas at me too. ^__^ REVIEW!!