Chapter 2: Awakening from a dream.
She watched as the only man she had ever truly loved walked away from her. She reached out to him, but he didn't look back. He kept getting farther off until finally, he could no longer be seen. In the darkness, she screamed out his name.
"Spike!" Faye shot up, her hand still reaching out to his figure from the dream. She put her hand to her head. Had it all been just a dream? It seemed so real.
"Hey, take it easy, lay still." Said a strange, unfamiliar voice. Faye looked up to see a man with what looked to be very long, white hair kneeling next to her. Her vision was blurry and a bright light was in her eyes, so she couldn't really make him out. She moaned, shutting here eyes. Pain shot through her head and she let out another moan. "Here, take this," Said the voice. It was gentle and lilting. Faye opened her mouth and swallowed some pills, along with some water. She began to immediately feel drowsy again. She lay her head back into what felt like a nice, comfy pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
~*~*~
Faye woke up some time later, not feeling so much like hell. She sat up slowly, looking around the room. She was in the living room of a nice apartment. It was a little cold. Faye looked down to find that she was in a light blue bathing robe.
Faye shook her head slightly. She felt a little dizzy from the drugs she had been given earlier. After the spell passed, Faye got up, going outside onto a large balcony and looking down, 20 stories below her lied the street, its citizens looking like tiny specs from this high up.
Faye moved back into the living room, going and sitting down on the couch. She still felt tired. She rubbed her eyes, giving the room a second look. It was nice, TV in front of her, a fireplace off to her right, well lit, a bookshelf next to the couch stocked full of books, many of which looked to be poetry.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the doorway next to the couch. "Well hey there, glad to see your finally awake sleeping beauty." Sleeping beauty.She had been called that before by another man, one she had thought she loved once.
She looked up to see a man with very long, blackish brown hair. This time she could actually make out his face. He was very handsome, looking to be in his late 20's. He grinned at her, setting a tray with food down onto the table next to her, sitting down in a comfortable looking recliner to the left of the couch. He sighed, coughing a bit.
Faye looked at him for a moment, then sighed. "What's with the bathing robe mr.uh." The man looked up at her, giving her a half smile. "The names Vincent, Vincent Skyy, at your service."
Faye looked at Vincent for a moment, then grinned. "Well Mr. Skyy, like I was asking, what's with that bath robe, do you do this to all the women you drag back to your apartment, or am I just a special case?" Vincent laughed. "No, actually it started raining quite heavily after your little misadventure into the alleyway, and you were soaked, and that bath robe was all I could find to keep you warm while I was drying your other clothes."
Faye cocked her eyebrows at him. Vincent knew what she was thinking. "Hey now, I didn't do anything, I may be a man of many things, but not a pervert." Faye grinned. "Ill believe that when I see it." She replied to him sarcastically. Vincent just chuckled.
"So, I didn't catch your name before, seeing as you had been knocked unconscious." He said, laying back in the recliner. Faye grinned at him. "I've got many names Mr. Skyy." She replied. Vincent sighed, tired as hell. "Well, what's your original name then, if you've got one." Faye smiled at this. "Are you sure you wanna know?" She replied sarcastically. Vincent shrugged. "Up to you wether you want to tell me or not, though I'm sure you wouldn't like it much if I called you Miss Scantily Clad." Vincent grinned at her again. Faye sighed. "My name is Faye Valentine, there, happy?"
Vincent smiled. "Pleased to meet you miss valentine." Faye smirked. "Yeah, likewise. So where the hell are we anyways?" Vincent sighed, closing his eyes. "Were on the top floor of one of Mar's nicest, and yet shadiest, apartment buildings, the Mars apartments central." "Classic name." Faye joked. Vincent sighed. "It's a nice place, if you've got the right amount of money to live here." He pulled a lever, the lower half coming up, slowly lifting his legs. He sighed comfortably.
Vincent opened his eyes, an eager question in them. Faye sat, finishing the dinner that he had left for her on the table. As she finished, Vincent sat up to look at her. "Faye." She looked up right at him. "Yeah, what is it?" Vincent sighed, looking into her eyes. "When you woke up before, you shouted out a name, one that sounded like Spike, mind if I ask you who he is?"
Faye shook her head, setting down the plate and sighing. "Id rather not talk about it, If that's alright with you." Vincent shrugged. "I was just wondering who the guy was, that's all." Faye was starting to get angry. "Yeah, well that's none of your business, so back off!"
Vincent heard the anger and desperation in her voice, so he backed down. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." They both sat in silence for a while, when Faye sighed, laying back in the couch. "His name was Spike, Spike Spiegel, a man that I used to have feelings for, but he went off to get himself killed by another man named Vicious because of some woman who died named Julia. There, now you've got your answers."
Faye got no reply. She turned around to look at him. "Hey, are you listening to me?!" Vincent's eyes were open in shock at first, but then they lost that look, and he turned to her. "Huh, oh yeah, sorry, I was listening." Faye snorted. "You're a real oddball, you know that?" Vincent laughed. "Well, that'd be a first coming from a lady."
~*~*~
Faye woke up on the couch sometime later. She must've dozed off while they had been talking. She looked over to see Vincent sleeping in the recliner, snoring lightly. She got up slowly so as not to wake him. She looked around the room. It was dark, only the light from the fire illuminating the room. She quietly walked into the hallway and looked around. There was another short hallway to her left connecting to the kitchen, and to her right was another short hallway with a closed door at the end of it. In front of her was what she assumed to be the door to the outside hallway, her way of escape if need be.
Faye had decided earlier she wanted to stay and check the place out, see if there were any valuable or money she could possibly borrow. She walked down the hallway to her right, opening the door quietly. The inside of the bedroom was nice, nothing fancy, just a bed, a small desk, a dresser, a bed and a chest at the foot of the bed.
Faye walked into the room, moving slowly so as not to make any sound. She walked over to the dresser, opening its drawers and checking them, finding nothing but some clothes, 20 woolongs and a power bar. She took the woolongs and the bar. She walked over to the chest at the foot of the bed. She kneeled down next to it, putting her hands on the top. She slowly started to lift it open, and looked inside. Inside were some dusty clothes, a few pictures, and a pair of old boots. Faye lifted up the pictures, going through them. There were pictures of what looked to be Vincent in his childhood, a few of him as a teenager. As Faye came to the last photo, she saw Vincent, in his early 20's, with a beautiful brown haired girl standing next to him.
Faye sat for a moment, wondering who the girl could've been. She shrugged, looking to see if there was anything else in the chest. There was.
As she lifted up an old formal tuxedo, she found two, sleek Desert Eagles lying in the bottom. She looked at them in awe for a moment. "Nice guns." She said aloud to herself. She looked at the pistols for a moment, wondering if she should take them or not. "Ugh, get a grip on yourself Faye, you're a thief. Besides, a guy this wealthy should be able to buy another pair." She picked the guns up, sticking them in the pockets of the bathing robe.
She looked down to see what appeared to be a sword held in a sheath. Faye looked down at it in wonder for a moment, then picked it up. She slowly pulled it free from the sheath, marveling at its craftsmanship. "What a beautiful sword." She whispered as she stared at it.
"Thanks, always good to know people appreciate my work." Faye stood shocked for a moment upon hearing the voice. She slowly moved her head towards the door. There, in the doorway, stood Vincent, arms crossed, watching her. "How long have you been standing there." She asked, watching him grin. "Long enough to see you going through my pictures, and to see that you found my desert eagles.
Faye blushed. Maybe pocketing the desert eagles hadn't been the best idea. Vincent sighed, grin still on his face. "If you don't mind, id like them back, they were a gift to me." Faye stood for a moment, then smiled. She reached into the pockets and set the desert eagles back into the chest.
Vincent smiled. "Thanks." Faye looked up at him. He was very handsome. She lay down the sword and stepped back. Vincent walked into the room, picking up the sword, unsheathing it. He stared at the blade for a moment, distant memories in his eyes. He then sighed, sheathing the blade and sliding the sheath into the back of his belt. Faye noticed suddenly that he had a long flowing, black trench coat on.
"Wanna get something to eat?" He asked her, smiling. She stared at him for a moment, then nodded, a smile on her face. Vincent started to walk out of the room, then stopped, looking over his shoulder. "You've got a nice smile, don't ever lose that." With that, Vincent walked out of the room, leaving Faye standing there, shocked at his words.
She watched as the only man she had ever truly loved walked away from her. She reached out to him, but he didn't look back. He kept getting farther off until finally, he could no longer be seen. In the darkness, she screamed out his name.
"Spike!" Faye shot up, her hand still reaching out to his figure from the dream. She put her hand to her head. Had it all been just a dream? It seemed so real.
"Hey, take it easy, lay still." Said a strange, unfamiliar voice. Faye looked up to see a man with what looked to be very long, white hair kneeling next to her. Her vision was blurry and a bright light was in her eyes, so she couldn't really make him out. She moaned, shutting here eyes. Pain shot through her head and she let out another moan. "Here, take this," Said the voice. It was gentle and lilting. Faye opened her mouth and swallowed some pills, along with some water. She began to immediately feel drowsy again. She lay her head back into what felt like a nice, comfy pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
~*~*~
Faye woke up some time later, not feeling so much like hell. She sat up slowly, looking around the room. She was in the living room of a nice apartment. It was a little cold. Faye looked down to find that she was in a light blue bathing robe.
Faye shook her head slightly. She felt a little dizzy from the drugs she had been given earlier. After the spell passed, Faye got up, going outside onto a large balcony and looking down, 20 stories below her lied the street, its citizens looking like tiny specs from this high up.
Faye moved back into the living room, going and sitting down on the couch. She still felt tired. She rubbed her eyes, giving the room a second look. It was nice, TV in front of her, a fireplace off to her right, well lit, a bookshelf next to the couch stocked full of books, many of which looked to be poetry.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the doorway next to the couch. "Well hey there, glad to see your finally awake sleeping beauty." Sleeping beauty.She had been called that before by another man, one she had thought she loved once.
She looked up to see a man with very long, blackish brown hair. This time she could actually make out his face. He was very handsome, looking to be in his late 20's. He grinned at her, setting a tray with food down onto the table next to her, sitting down in a comfortable looking recliner to the left of the couch. He sighed, coughing a bit.
Faye looked at him for a moment, then sighed. "What's with the bathing robe mr.uh." The man looked up at her, giving her a half smile. "The names Vincent, Vincent Skyy, at your service."
Faye looked at Vincent for a moment, then grinned. "Well Mr. Skyy, like I was asking, what's with that bath robe, do you do this to all the women you drag back to your apartment, or am I just a special case?" Vincent laughed. "No, actually it started raining quite heavily after your little misadventure into the alleyway, and you were soaked, and that bath robe was all I could find to keep you warm while I was drying your other clothes."
Faye cocked her eyebrows at him. Vincent knew what she was thinking. "Hey now, I didn't do anything, I may be a man of many things, but not a pervert." Faye grinned. "Ill believe that when I see it." She replied to him sarcastically. Vincent just chuckled.
"So, I didn't catch your name before, seeing as you had been knocked unconscious." He said, laying back in the recliner. Faye grinned at him. "I've got many names Mr. Skyy." She replied. Vincent sighed, tired as hell. "Well, what's your original name then, if you've got one." Faye smiled at this. "Are you sure you wanna know?" She replied sarcastically. Vincent shrugged. "Up to you wether you want to tell me or not, though I'm sure you wouldn't like it much if I called you Miss Scantily Clad." Vincent grinned at her again. Faye sighed. "My name is Faye Valentine, there, happy?"
Vincent smiled. "Pleased to meet you miss valentine." Faye smirked. "Yeah, likewise. So where the hell are we anyways?" Vincent sighed, closing his eyes. "Were on the top floor of one of Mar's nicest, and yet shadiest, apartment buildings, the Mars apartments central." "Classic name." Faye joked. Vincent sighed. "It's a nice place, if you've got the right amount of money to live here." He pulled a lever, the lower half coming up, slowly lifting his legs. He sighed comfortably.
Vincent opened his eyes, an eager question in them. Faye sat, finishing the dinner that he had left for her on the table. As she finished, Vincent sat up to look at her. "Faye." She looked up right at him. "Yeah, what is it?" Vincent sighed, looking into her eyes. "When you woke up before, you shouted out a name, one that sounded like Spike, mind if I ask you who he is?"
Faye shook her head, setting down the plate and sighing. "Id rather not talk about it, If that's alright with you." Vincent shrugged. "I was just wondering who the guy was, that's all." Faye was starting to get angry. "Yeah, well that's none of your business, so back off!"
Vincent heard the anger and desperation in her voice, so he backed down. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." They both sat in silence for a while, when Faye sighed, laying back in the couch. "His name was Spike, Spike Spiegel, a man that I used to have feelings for, but he went off to get himself killed by another man named Vicious because of some woman who died named Julia. There, now you've got your answers."
Faye got no reply. She turned around to look at him. "Hey, are you listening to me?!" Vincent's eyes were open in shock at first, but then they lost that look, and he turned to her. "Huh, oh yeah, sorry, I was listening." Faye snorted. "You're a real oddball, you know that?" Vincent laughed. "Well, that'd be a first coming from a lady."
~*~*~
Faye woke up on the couch sometime later. She must've dozed off while they had been talking. She looked over to see Vincent sleeping in the recliner, snoring lightly. She got up slowly so as not to wake him. She looked around the room. It was dark, only the light from the fire illuminating the room. She quietly walked into the hallway and looked around. There was another short hallway to her left connecting to the kitchen, and to her right was another short hallway with a closed door at the end of it. In front of her was what she assumed to be the door to the outside hallway, her way of escape if need be.
Faye had decided earlier she wanted to stay and check the place out, see if there were any valuable or money she could possibly borrow. She walked down the hallway to her right, opening the door quietly. The inside of the bedroom was nice, nothing fancy, just a bed, a small desk, a dresser, a bed and a chest at the foot of the bed.
Faye walked into the room, moving slowly so as not to make any sound. She walked over to the dresser, opening its drawers and checking them, finding nothing but some clothes, 20 woolongs and a power bar. She took the woolongs and the bar. She walked over to the chest at the foot of the bed. She kneeled down next to it, putting her hands on the top. She slowly started to lift it open, and looked inside. Inside were some dusty clothes, a few pictures, and a pair of old boots. Faye lifted up the pictures, going through them. There were pictures of what looked to be Vincent in his childhood, a few of him as a teenager. As Faye came to the last photo, she saw Vincent, in his early 20's, with a beautiful brown haired girl standing next to him.
Faye sat for a moment, wondering who the girl could've been. She shrugged, looking to see if there was anything else in the chest. There was.
As she lifted up an old formal tuxedo, she found two, sleek Desert Eagles lying in the bottom. She looked at them in awe for a moment. "Nice guns." She said aloud to herself. She looked at the pistols for a moment, wondering if she should take them or not. "Ugh, get a grip on yourself Faye, you're a thief. Besides, a guy this wealthy should be able to buy another pair." She picked the guns up, sticking them in the pockets of the bathing robe.
She looked down to see what appeared to be a sword held in a sheath. Faye looked down at it in wonder for a moment, then picked it up. She slowly pulled it free from the sheath, marveling at its craftsmanship. "What a beautiful sword." She whispered as she stared at it.
"Thanks, always good to know people appreciate my work." Faye stood shocked for a moment upon hearing the voice. She slowly moved her head towards the door. There, in the doorway, stood Vincent, arms crossed, watching her. "How long have you been standing there." She asked, watching him grin. "Long enough to see you going through my pictures, and to see that you found my desert eagles.
Faye blushed. Maybe pocketing the desert eagles hadn't been the best idea. Vincent sighed, grin still on his face. "If you don't mind, id like them back, they were a gift to me." Faye stood for a moment, then smiled. She reached into the pockets and set the desert eagles back into the chest.
Vincent smiled. "Thanks." Faye looked up at him. He was very handsome. She lay down the sword and stepped back. Vincent walked into the room, picking up the sword, unsheathing it. He stared at the blade for a moment, distant memories in his eyes. He then sighed, sheathing the blade and sliding the sheath into the back of his belt. Faye noticed suddenly that he had a long flowing, black trench coat on.
"Wanna get something to eat?" He asked her, smiling. She stared at him for a moment, then nodded, a smile on her face. Vincent started to walk out of the room, then stopped, looking over his shoulder. "You've got a nice smile, don't ever lose that." With that, Vincent walked out of the room, leaving Faye standing there, shocked at his words.
