Ch. 10 "The Trinity"
Julia had just woken up when she heard a knock on her door.
"Just a minute." She called as she put on some decent clothes. She found a pair of blue jeans and a white turtle neck sweater.
"Coming." Julia said as she headed to the front door. She unlocked the door and opened it. It was Vicious. She had wondered where he went. She had woken up, only to find that he had left in the middle of the night.
"Good morning, Julia." He said. Julia smiled.
"Good morning, Vicious. Late night at work?" She asked. Vicious smiled half-heartedly.
"No, early morning at work."
"I see." She said, echoing Spike. Vicious noticed.
"I thought Spike was the only one who said that." Vicious said, amused. Julia shrugged.
"I wouldn't know." She lied. Vicious closed his eyes.
"It's not good to lie, Julia." He said coldly.
"I'm not." She reassured him.
"Did you check on him this morning?" Vicious asked. Julia was about to lie and say no, but decided against it.
"Yes."
"How is he?"
"Alive." Julia said flatly.
"Imagine that." Vicious said sarcastically. Julia disliked that tone of sarcasm.
"Am I that easy to read? Even Spike knew when I was lying." Julia said shutting the front door and standing in front of Vicious.
"Spike and I are like brothers, you know that right?"
"Yes, I do." Julia answered. Vicious put his hand on her cheek and kissed her gently.
"You're beautiful, Julia." Vicious said, his eyes locking with her own. Julia smiled and kissed him as well.
"Thanks." She said softly. Vicious smiled, not sardonically, not coldly, but affectionately. She loved that smile; it reminded her that Vicious was human after all.
"I'm going to take a shower." Vicious announced. Julia smiled.
"I'll make us breakfast."
"Heh...French toast?" Vicious asked, hopefully.
"Sure. Why not?" Julia asked, smiling. Vicious went to their room and retrieved some clothes then went into the bathroom. Julia raided the refrigerator for eggs, milk, and of course, bread. She found all of the ingredients necessary to make French toast, and then began to cook.
It took her at least fifteen minutes to cook a dozen pieces of French toast; Vicious had just gotten out of the shower when she began to set the table. Vicious entered the kitchen, his gray hair tied back. Julia smiled. She was the only person who had seen Vicious with his hair like that, and for some strange reason, she felt honored. Vicious glanced at the French toast.
"Beautiful food from a beautiful person." He said. Julia blushed slightly.
"Yeah." She agreed. Vicious took a seat, as did Julia, and together they ate breakfast in silence. When they finished, Vicious cleared the table, and Julia washed the dishes.
"I have an idea..." Vicious said.
"What?" Julia asked, curious.
"Have you ever been to the Saint Gabriel Cathedral?" Vicious asked.
"No, why?"
"Would you like to go there?" Vicious asked.
"I would love to."
"Good. Let's go."
"Now?"
"Yes. Do you have anything else planned?"
"No..."
"Let's go then." Vicious said coolly.
"What about Spike?" Julia asked. Vicious hesitated.
"What about him?"
"Are you going to invite him?"
"Do you want me to?" Vicious asked.
"It would be nice." Julia said.
"Alright. We'll stop at his apartment building on our way there."
"Are we walking?"
"Yes." Vicious said flatly. Julia nodded and retrieved her dark brown leather jacket. Vicious untied his hair, and shook it, like a wolf emerging shaking off water.
"Let's go." Vicious said extending his hand to Julia. She took it and hand in hand they left the apartment building.
They arrived at Spike's apartment an hour later. Vicious knocked on Spike's door firmly.
"Who is it?" Spike asked from inside of the apartment.
"It's Vicious." Julia let go of Vicious's hand and stood next to him. Spike opened the door, looking like he did earlier, tired, grumpy, and somber.
"What is it?" Spike asked.
"Have you ever been to the Saint Gabriel Cathedral, Spike?" Vicious asked. Spike shrugged.
"If I have, I don't remember. Why do you ask?"
"Julia was wondering if you would want to accompany us to the Cathedral." Vicious said.
"Sure." Spike said, shutting the door behind him. Spike retrieved a set of keys from his pant pocket and locked the door, then smiled at Vicious and Julia.
"I'm ready, when you two are." Spike said.
"Let's go then." Vicious said coldly.
"Yes, let's." Julia echoed. The three of them left the apartment building, Julia and Spike laughing at one another, and Vicious silently smiling. For a moment Julia felt.... Julia felt as though she had finally found her home...she felt as though she had finally found her family.
Julia had just woken up when she heard a knock on her door.
"Just a minute." She called as she put on some decent clothes. She found a pair of blue jeans and a white turtle neck sweater.
"Coming." Julia said as she headed to the front door. She unlocked the door and opened it. It was Vicious. She had wondered where he went. She had woken up, only to find that he had left in the middle of the night.
"Good morning, Julia." He said. Julia smiled.
"Good morning, Vicious. Late night at work?" She asked. Vicious smiled half-heartedly.
"No, early morning at work."
"I see." She said, echoing Spike. Vicious noticed.
"I thought Spike was the only one who said that." Vicious said, amused. Julia shrugged.
"I wouldn't know." She lied. Vicious closed his eyes.
"It's not good to lie, Julia." He said coldly.
"I'm not." She reassured him.
"Did you check on him this morning?" Vicious asked. Julia was about to lie and say no, but decided against it.
"Yes."
"How is he?"
"Alive." Julia said flatly.
"Imagine that." Vicious said sarcastically. Julia disliked that tone of sarcasm.
"Am I that easy to read? Even Spike knew when I was lying." Julia said shutting the front door and standing in front of Vicious.
"Spike and I are like brothers, you know that right?"
"Yes, I do." Julia answered. Vicious put his hand on her cheek and kissed her gently.
"You're beautiful, Julia." Vicious said, his eyes locking with her own. Julia smiled and kissed him as well.
"Thanks." She said softly. Vicious smiled, not sardonically, not coldly, but affectionately. She loved that smile; it reminded her that Vicious was human after all.
"I'm going to take a shower." Vicious announced. Julia smiled.
"I'll make us breakfast."
"Heh...French toast?" Vicious asked, hopefully.
"Sure. Why not?" Julia asked, smiling. Vicious went to their room and retrieved some clothes then went into the bathroom. Julia raided the refrigerator for eggs, milk, and of course, bread. She found all of the ingredients necessary to make French toast, and then began to cook.
It took her at least fifteen minutes to cook a dozen pieces of French toast; Vicious had just gotten out of the shower when she began to set the table. Vicious entered the kitchen, his gray hair tied back. Julia smiled. She was the only person who had seen Vicious with his hair like that, and for some strange reason, she felt honored. Vicious glanced at the French toast.
"Beautiful food from a beautiful person." He said. Julia blushed slightly.
"Yeah." She agreed. Vicious took a seat, as did Julia, and together they ate breakfast in silence. When they finished, Vicious cleared the table, and Julia washed the dishes.
"I have an idea..." Vicious said.
"What?" Julia asked, curious.
"Have you ever been to the Saint Gabriel Cathedral?" Vicious asked.
"No, why?"
"Would you like to go there?" Vicious asked.
"I would love to."
"Good. Let's go."
"Now?"
"Yes. Do you have anything else planned?"
"No..."
"Let's go then." Vicious said coolly.
"What about Spike?" Julia asked. Vicious hesitated.
"What about him?"
"Are you going to invite him?"
"Do you want me to?" Vicious asked.
"It would be nice." Julia said.
"Alright. We'll stop at his apartment building on our way there."
"Are we walking?"
"Yes." Vicious said flatly. Julia nodded and retrieved her dark brown leather jacket. Vicious untied his hair, and shook it, like a wolf emerging shaking off water.
"Let's go." Vicious said extending his hand to Julia. She took it and hand in hand they left the apartment building.
They arrived at Spike's apartment an hour later. Vicious knocked on Spike's door firmly.
"Who is it?" Spike asked from inside of the apartment.
"It's Vicious." Julia let go of Vicious's hand and stood next to him. Spike opened the door, looking like he did earlier, tired, grumpy, and somber.
"What is it?" Spike asked.
"Have you ever been to the Saint Gabriel Cathedral, Spike?" Vicious asked. Spike shrugged.
"If I have, I don't remember. Why do you ask?"
"Julia was wondering if you would want to accompany us to the Cathedral." Vicious said.
"Sure." Spike said, shutting the door behind him. Spike retrieved a set of keys from his pant pocket and locked the door, then smiled at Vicious and Julia.
"I'm ready, when you two are." Spike said.
"Let's go then." Vicious said coldly.
"Yes, let's." Julia echoed. The three of them left the apartment building, Julia and Spike laughing at one another, and Vicious silently smiling. For a moment Julia felt.... Julia felt as though she had finally found her home...she felt as though she had finally found her family.