My Funny Valentine: Chapter 10 . . . . . "Each day is Valentine's Day"
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Spike slowly willed himself into consciousness. His body felt heavy and his stomach was acting up. He felt stomach acid building up in his throat and he tried to reach his hand up to cover his mouth but found that he couldn't. His hands were bound tightly behind his back. Cold sweat broke out in droplets on his forehead, where the hell was he anyway? It was then that everything came back to him; Ein's corpse flying through the air, his telephone call to Faye, Jet running off, and Obsession . . . . . looking down on him and smiling. Clenching his eyes shut, he forced himself not to throw up as he thought of it. Then he heard some sort of noise, a click, in front of him and he opened his eyes. He was up on the control deck, tied to one of the chairs and placed in front of the camera screens. All of the other screens were off except for one, and the light from it cast an eerie glow onto Spike. He turned his head from left to right, trying to see anything else. The room was pitch black, and the darkness seemed to fold around Spike, blocking his eyesight completely. He called out, begging for someone to hear him, when his ears picked up a voice.
At first it was some sort of a low mumbling and muttering but it was soon audible. "Spike? Spike? Are you awake now?" the voice asked. Spike's breath caught in his throat, it was Faye! But why did her voice sound so raspy? "You are awake! That's wonderful! Now then Spike, you must listen to me. I'm your friend and I know what's best for you, I think that you should give this Obsession guy a chance." Spike couldn't believe that he was hearing this!
"Faye, have you gone completely insane?!" Spike yelled over his shoulder, trying to see where Faye was talking from. "Obsession is after you as much as he's after me!"
"Everyone has their small faults Spike, doesn't what he's done just prove how much he loves you? He's willing to kill or be killed to get you Spike," Faye said, her voice calm and caring.
"You're crazy Faye," Spike said, shaking his head with gritted teeth. "Those aren't signs of love or affection; those are signs of a mental disorder."
"You're wrong Spike," a male voice said on the other side of him.
"Jet? Don't tell me that you're in on this too! What's gotten into you guys? Where's Obsession?" Spike yelled over his shoulder.
"He's here Spike, he's right here with us. He hasn't left your side for hours, don't worry." Faye said, her voice sounding falsely comforting, like a raspy lullaby. Spike closed his eyes tight and he began struggling against his bonds.
"What do you mean 'don't worry'?! If that freak is here, untie me!" Spike screamed, turning this way and that in the chair. As he made one more frantic turn to the left, he felt hair brush past his face, and smelled a sharp odor in the air. He stopped his panicking cold.
"He's not a freak Spike, he loves you more then anything else in the galaxy. You don't know how much." Faye's voice whispered in his ear, sending shivers through his body. He kept his eyes closed as he felt himself being turned back towards the screens, what was happening here?
"Spike, open your eyes, we have something to show you," Jet's voice commanded. Spike took a few breaths and lifted his head to the screen. It was still blank and Spike was about to turn his head back and ask Jet what was going on when Jet spoke again. "Just look at the screen Spike, this is how much he loves you." Spike heard a kind of sizzling noise in front of him and turned his head back to the screen. Black and white specks were having a battle for control across the screen when all of a sudden black won out. It stayed black for a few seconds, the Obsession's image suddenly popped up on the screen.
His eyes were maniacal and a smile was plastered on his face. His head was illuminated from underneath by a light with lines criss-crossed all over it and then the camera turned to Obsession's viewpoint. He was looking down into the shower -room bathroom that Faye had been in before. He squinted at the screen as somebody came through the door, it was Faye.
"What's happening? What's going on?!" Spike said, as he watched Faye strip through the vent.
"Shhhh, just watch," Faye said, her hair brushing by his face again, but Spike didn't pay any attention to the sensation. He was too busy trying to figure out why he was watching a video of Faye . . . . and why Faye wasn't slapping him across the face for doing so. He watched the screen for maybe five more minutes as she got into the shower and was behind the curtain for the rest of the time. The repetitive sound of the water hitting the shower floor had him in some kind of trance, but he was soon brought out of it. From the corner of the screen, Spike saw Obsession enter the room ever so quietly. Faye didn't even know that he was there, he snuck so quietly. For maybe two more minutes Faye continued with her shower and Obsession took up a casual stance by her clothes. Obsession had his back to the screen so Spike couldn't see what was going on with Obsession's facial expression, but he imagined it was something like a stone face carved into an expression of malice.
Then he heard it, Faye's cell phone began to ring. "Oh shit . . ." Spike breathed; his phone call with Faye! He was watching what had happed then! He heard Faye groan with irritation as she heard the phone ring and slowly turned the water off. She grabbed the side of the curtain and it became like one of those slow motion scenes in a movie for Spike. "Don't do it, don't do it", he whispered to himself and at the screen as if it would somehow alter what had obviously already happened. Faye opened the shower curtain all the way and froze as she saw Obsession standing there. Spike heard a small chuckle come through the screen and a mocking "Hello Sweetheart". "Don't just stand there you idiot run!" Spike scolded at the screen.
"Do you honestly think that it would have helped?" Jet's voice whispered into Spike's ear from the side opposite Faye. Spike made a move to turn his head towards Jet to tell him off but a hand grabbed his head by his hair and kept him steady. He heard something drop to the ground behind him with a "thunk", but he only thought on it momentarily as he looked back on the screen. Obsession was now talking to Faye, saying something about her talking to him, Spike, one last time. He heard the "talk" button being clicked on the phone and Faye screamed out "HELP!", but Obsession had turned off the cell phone.
"Faye, why are you guys showing me this" Spike asked cautiously, watching the screen but trying to block out the sounds. Spike felt the hand let go of his hair, and heard whatever had dropped to the ground being picked up. Faye was certainly taking her sweet time with the answer, but finally she talked.
"I told you Spike, this is to show you how much Obsession loves you, to demonstrate what he's willing to do for you", Faye's voice replied very calmly as Spike focused his full attention back on the screen. He tuned back into the video just in time to hear Obsession roar something about whores not getting second chances. He gasped as Faye finally tried to run to the door, but Obsession stepped in her way.
"Going somewhere m'dear?" Obsession questioned, mocking innocence.
"Let me go, please let me go!" Faye pleaded, and Spike knew that she was truly scared. Faye had never been one to beg for her life, only money. "I promise you, I'll leave the ship right now, I'll never come back here or near you or Spike!"
"Ah, but I do want you around," Obsession said with a bright smile, "we just have to clean you up a little first! Get rid of a few things, starting with that horrible body!" Obsession's eyes bulged insanely as he grabbed Faye by her arm and pulled out a carving knife with the other, the kind that's so sharp that it doesn't need teeth.
"Let me go you psychotic bastard!" Faye screamed, pulling at her arm and trying desperately to get away. Spike winced openly, knowing that that wouldn't go over well with Obsession.
"Oh, but you're the one holding onto me darling," Obsession said, though obviously still holding onto her arm with a death grip, "and I only cleaned this jacket yesterday (he lifted the knife high above his head) I'm afraid now that it'll have to be cleaned again after you've had your filth hands on it, (he brought down the knife clean through her arm, no doubt severing all the veins there-in) Such a shame." Faye made a move to scream as Obsession let go of her arm and shoved him away from her, puling out the knife as he did. Faye stumbled, tears coming out of her eyes, too shocked to react as she sprayed blood all around the bathroom. "Now dear, you're making a mess, and you know how I like to keep things tidy", Obsession yelled as he charged at her with his knife raised again. Spike could only look on in horror as Obsession plunged the knife right through Faye's breastplate before she even had a chance to scream. He pulled out the knife and continued stabbing her over and over again, but her face never changed from that shocked expression that it had died in.
Spike sat there gaping at the spectacle that was on the screen, his breathing in gasps. Then all of a sudden Obsession stopped his rabid stabbing and looked over at the door. He pulled something out of his jacket pocket as he got up, went over to the door, and shut off the light. Spike, thinking that the video was over, lowered his head because he felt that he was going to throw up again. However something grabbed hold of his hair again and yet again he heard the noise of something dropping to the ground. Spike was forced to look at the screen for two more minutes when all of a sudden the door opened to the now darkened bathroom. Spike squinted at the silhouette and nearly cussed, it was Jet. He walked into the room and shut the door behind him, only turning on the lights after the door was fully closed, and the mangled Faye came into view once more. Jet let out a scream that made him on the verge of a voice crack and backed up towards the door, where Obsession was lying in wait. He grabbed Jet's cybernetic arm and punched him across the face. Jet stumbled, loosing his balance for a few precious seconds, but that was all that Obsession needed to strike. He dodged over behind Jet and strung out a piece of wire that he had taken out of his jacket earlier between his hands. Before Jet had a chance to scream again, Obsession wrapped the wire around his neck and tightened.
Jet struggled, stretching out the tendons in his neck, trying to break the wire, but it was no use. He fell to his knees, still struggling and clawing at his neck. Obsession stood over him, his arms shaking from holding the wire taught against Jet's struggle. "Payback's a bitch eh Jet?" Obsession snickered as a gurgling sound began to issue from Jet's throat. By now, Obsession and Jet were the closest they could be to the camera without being right next to it and Spike could clearly see the veins popping up all around Jet's face and neck. Then all of a sudden, Jet's eyes popped open and the blood vessels in them popped. Jet stared into space for a few seconds with eyes that were completely red, the Obsession dropped the cord and h fell to the ground. Obsession turned to the camera, a child-like look of complete content on his face as he waved to the camera and said in a cheery voice, "See you later hun!"
Spike was shaking and barely breathing now as if he was the one being choked. While in the middle of watching Jet die it had occurred to him that before that . . . . that had been Faye dying. But both she and Jet were talking to him right now . . . weren't they? Spike slowly turned his head towards Faye, or at least where Faye's voice had been coming from. He nearly fainted at the sight that he saw there. Faye's head had been completely severed from her body, a small stud of the spine sticking through the bottom of her neck. The separation had been sloppily done and there were ragged bits of skin hanging off of it. Her expression had been changed to that of a stoner, only her eyes had rolled back into her head and fogged over so they were now completely white. Two lines had been attached to her head, one in the back that ran under the flesh and came out in a huge knot and the other one ran through her head and her mouth and came out and knotted in-between her jaw bone. The other ends of both of the lines were attached to a small piece of wood so that the head could be controlled like some kind of macabre marionette.
Spike felt another wave of nausea sweep over him and he made the mistake of turning his head completely the other way where he came face to face with Jet, or at least part of Jet. Jet's head was done up in the same puppet style way as Faye's only the string through the back of the head was much more obvious with Jet's almost disappearing hairline. Jet's eyes were rolled back and fogged over as well, however since all the veins in his eyes had popped, instead of white the eyes were a disgusting shade of pumpernickel. Now Spike knew that he was going to throw up! He leaned his head forward and went into a dizzy spell. He threw up all over the floor and then passed out.
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Spike awoke with his head between his legs and someone both stroking his hair and putting feather-light kisses on his neck. He immediately shot up into a sitting position, sending Obsession off balance behind him. Spike shook his head quickly, trying to clear his blurred vision. His head felt heavy and blood was pounding by his temples. How long had he been out for? All of a sudden Obsession appeared before him, smiling brightly and putting his hands on Spike's knees as he leaned in towards Spike's face. "I never dreamed that that would be enough to wake you up Sleeping Beauty," Obsession cooed, his face coming ever closer, "I thought that people like you were only awakened by a kiss on the mouth!" (A/N: ACK! Going too far! Ending THAT now!)
"Get away from me you fruit!" Spike spat, kicking off from Obsession's legs and wheeling back as far as he could. Obsession looked both hurt and furious for a few moments but then crossed his arms, shaking his head with a good hearted (A/N: *cough* BS! *cough*) smile on his face and chuckling to himself. "You always seem to do that when you've done something that pisses me off, what's so funny jerk?!"
"You're just always here to keep me by my code Spike, that's all," Obsession said, walking over towards Spike, who was trying frantically to roll away some more, finding that he was up against a console and couldn't, "There's still a good hour and a half 'til Valentine's Day and if you can wait that long, I can match that!"
"What do you mean, 'I can wait that long'? Wait for what?!" Spike yelled as Obsession came over and kneeled beside him. "What happens on Valentine's Day?"
"Oh Spike, there's no need to yell, I'm right here," Obsession said soothingly, stroking the side of Spike's face, "and how can you not know about Valentine's Day? It's the day that couples show how they really feel about each other; it's a day of happiness and love!"
"That much I know. So then why are you so excited about it?" Spike said, leaning his head to the side so that Obsession couldn't touch his face anymore.
"Oh Spike, on that glorious day I'll be able to show you just how I feel about you and how much I love you in every way, shape, and form," Obsession said, standing up and sitting on Spike's lap, wrapping his arms around Spike's shoulders, "and you'll be able to drop this hostile façade that you have propped up to the world and show just how you feel about me! There's no one to judge us here, it's just the two of us!"
"Show how I really feel about you?" Spike growled, turning his shoulders and trying to wriggle free of the other man's grasp, "You're the one person that I could never forgive, my hate for you goes deeper then damnation. I want to see you roasted in the lowest pit of hell!" Obsession seemed completely unfazed by this information; he just sat there staring into Spike's eyes. Then a slow smile spread across his lips.
"I know that you're just saying that because I'm a man, it's your first time feeling emotions like this for a person of the same gender. I felt like that too my first time, killed poor Jake before I could even get to really explore my love. But I've learned over the past few years," Obsession said brightly, "I can help you to explore new ends of your sexuality."
"You're a sick murderer and a fag, get off me!" Spike yelled, struggling against his bounds along with trying to get Obsession off his lap. What the heck was this guy on? Spike, have feelings for him? Obsession should've killed the one who gave him that dud information instead of killing off his friends and comrades. Obsession finally seemed to get the message that Spike wasn't in the mood when he head-butted Obsession in the mouth with his forehead.
"Very well then love, since you insist on being a spoil sport I'll leave you alone, but don't worry, I'll be back before midnight so we can count down to Valentine's Day together!" Obsession said, his expression showing that he was more then a little pissed off at Spike's attitude.
"You do that," Spike said as he watched Obsession walk down the stairs from the command deck. After he was gone, Spike hung his head low, he felt so dirty right now, mean he wanted a shower! "What the hell will that freak do to me after midnight?" Spike thought to himself, but decided against it as image upon image popped into his head that he could have lived a very happy life without ever seeing. He had to find some way out, he had to escape. He tried to free his hands again, but they were tied behind him in some ancient handcuffs, and they were too small for him to squeeze his hands out of without stripping his hands of all flesh and muscle. For the first time in a long time Spike felt utterly defeated and was on the verge of crying. His head was hanging very low and somehow even with all the possibilities of what could happen to him; he managed to fall asleep with small tears trickling down his face.
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About forty-five minutes later Spike was awoken by someone pulling on his chains and muttering to themselves. As he slowly slipped back into consciousness he realized that it was a very defined woman's voice and his hopes raised for one millisecond. But that hands that were feeling at the chains and his hands, he knew those rough hands that had been touching his face. It was Obsession again trying to play a trick on him. "Whatever happened to leaving me alone until Valentine's Day?" Spike thought to himself. He couldn't' help but listen to the mumbling though as there was nothing better to do.
"Damn it, he must have thrown the key to these things out somewhere . . ." Obsession was saying to himself.
"Oh, so you were planning on making my magical first moment with a man in a chair? That's not very nice now is it", Spike blurted out before he could stop himself.
"So you're awake huh," Obsession's new girly voice asked, "then maybe you can help me find the keys to these handcuffs."
"And just why would I want to do that pray tell?" Spike said, becoming bored with this little game that Obsession played with imitation, it was really getting old.
"So that I can get you out of this chair obviously", Obsession's voice said, as if it was absurd that there could be any other reason in the world that he would be talking to him.
"Well then, I'd have to decline. I'd like to keep my anus orifice as far away from you as possible", Spike said, snuggling into his chair as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world.
"Don't flatter yourself, I don't think of you that way, Obsession does", the girlish voice said matter-o-fact-ily.
"And remind me again who I'm talking to", Spike said, his voice going high with sarcasm.
"My name's Jackalyne, I'm . . . I was Brad's . . . .Obsession's fiancé, but I made the mistake of trying to leave him and he killed me", Obsession's girly voice said, in a grievous-sounding voice. However, Spike wasn't buying this for a second. Obsession could've been a cartoon audio actor with his range of voices. How did he know that this one wasn't a fake?
"Well excuse me if I don't believe you Jackalyne, but you chose the wrong body to inhabit for this little 'Crossing Over' experience, he's not exactly the most trustworthy guy", Spike said.
"I know, and I don't blame you for not believing me," Jackalyne said, "but Obsession will be back any time now and we have to get you out of here before he does! I've sat back and watched his killing for far too long. I'm not going to let him get you too." All of a sudden, Obsession's hand reached around Spike's neck and he nearly let out a yelp. However, the hand just grabbed a chain around Spike's neck that he didn't remember putting there and pulled, breaking the clasp. "Still a creature of habit, eh Brad?" Jackalyne's voice said from behind him, "he's done this exact same trick with the last six guys, hiding the keys like that." In a few seconds Spike heard a click behind him and felt his hands go free. He heard Obsession get up behind him and braced himself for the assault that he knew was coming. However, when Obsession came around his face was incredibly different, it seemed to have less lines or something but the change was miraculous. He grabbed Spike by the collar and hauled him to his feet. "C'mon," Jackalyne's voice came from Obsession's mouth, "we haven't got much time!"
Spike stumbled as Obsession pushed past him over to the staircase and stopped at the top, "C'mon, what're you waiting for?" Jackalyne's voice called. Spike walked over suspiciously and Obsession started heading down the stairs. Spike followed from a distance.
"What's with this guy anyway?" Spike asked a few minutes later, does he have DID or something?" (A/N: DID is Dissociative Identity Disorder. I had to do a report on it! ^_^)
"Something like that," Jackalyne's voice chuckled as Obsession looked over his shoulder, "None of us are really sure exactly."
"Oh you mean there's more to the happy little personality colony in Obsession's head besides you?" Spike asked in mock shock.
"Countless numbers", Jackalyne said with a shudder, "countless numbers." Spike felt a fleeting sorrow for Jackalyne, but it was wiped clean as a watch on Obsession's wrist began beeping furiously. Spike gave a curious look but Obsession's face was one of complete horror.
"What is it Jackalyne?" Spike asked, watching the horror on the man's face grow.
"One minute to midnight," Jackalyne said breathlessly, "Run Spike! GO NOW! RUN!"
"But what about you", Spike asked, feeling incredibly stupid for asking.
"I'm a personality, he can't do anything to m-", Jackalyne started, but then her voice dramatically changed. It dropped an octave and then kept dropping. Lines and shadows seemed to come back to the face as Spike looked at it in shock and then all of a sudden it was back, Obsession was back.
"Well Spike, I see that you've been a bad boy and fallen for my fair lady's tricks. But no matter, I'm back for you now and it's almost midnight! Come to me my love", Obsession said, his face alight wit h joy.
"I'll go willingly into a plague infested house before I go to you", Spike spat out before tuning tail and running.
("10 . . . . . . 9 . . . . . . .")
Spike was running as fast as he could, but he could hear Obsession coming up behind him.
("8 . . . . . . 7 . . . . . . .")
Obsession was right behind him but Spike didn't let that slow him down, he put every once of force that he had and every bit of discipline he'd ever leaned into his legs to make them go faster.
("6 . . . . . . 5 . . . . . . .")
In a last attempt Obsession launched himself at Spike's legs, grabbing him around the thighs and tripping him, falling to the ground on top of him.
("4 . . . . . . 3 . . . . . . .")
Spike tried vainly to kick off Obsession from his legs, but to no avail. Obsession wrapped his legs round Spike's legs and moved his arms up to Spike's shoulders trying to pin him down. Spike punched Obsession across the face, leaving a huge red mark and a blood trail coming out of Obsession's mouth, but he just licked it away. "Red is the color of love Spike, and I'm full of it, are you?"
("2 . . . . . . 1 . . . . . . .")
"Like hell I am", Spike screamed, lashing out and elbowing Spike in the jaw. Obsession reacted by reaching into his back pocket and whipping out a small knife. He struck out at Spike, grazing him across the cheek and causing a blood trail to come out similar to the one coming out of Obsession's mouth. Obsession bent down and licked the blood away, a devious smile on his face as he did.
"I beg to differ Spike, we taste exactly the same", Obsession smirked, "you can't hide your true feelings from me!" Spike struggled, trying to roll over and Obsession let him, getting up for a brief second but coming back down on him as he rolled onto him stomach. Obsession lay down on top of him and put his head down by Spike's ear and whispered . . .
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"Happy Valentine's Day."
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Well, that's that. It's done! I'm finished . . . . . I think! Anyway, thanks so much to all who reviewed and a special thanks to Randall Flagg2, Brigidforest, Sanima, and of course, Deathdragon! Anyway, hope that you enjoyed this last trip into my insane horrific mind! ^_^ See you space cowboy!
Das Ende
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Spike slowly willed himself into consciousness. His body felt heavy and his stomach was acting up. He felt stomach acid building up in his throat and he tried to reach his hand up to cover his mouth but found that he couldn't. His hands were bound tightly behind his back. Cold sweat broke out in droplets on his forehead, where the hell was he anyway? It was then that everything came back to him; Ein's corpse flying through the air, his telephone call to Faye, Jet running off, and Obsession . . . . . looking down on him and smiling. Clenching his eyes shut, he forced himself not to throw up as he thought of it. Then he heard some sort of noise, a click, in front of him and he opened his eyes. He was up on the control deck, tied to one of the chairs and placed in front of the camera screens. All of the other screens were off except for one, and the light from it cast an eerie glow onto Spike. He turned his head from left to right, trying to see anything else. The room was pitch black, and the darkness seemed to fold around Spike, blocking his eyesight completely. He called out, begging for someone to hear him, when his ears picked up a voice.
At first it was some sort of a low mumbling and muttering but it was soon audible. "Spike? Spike? Are you awake now?" the voice asked. Spike's breath caught in his throat, it was Faye! But why did her voice sound so raspy? "You are awake! That's wonderful! Now then Spike, you must listen to me. I'm your friend and I know what's best for you, I think that you should give this Obsession guy a chance." Spike couldn't believe that he was hearing this!
"Faye, have you gone completely insane?!" Spike yelled over his shoulder, trying to see where Faye was talking from. "Obsession is after you as much as he's after me!"
"Everyone has their small faults Spike, doesn't what he's done just prove how much he loves you? He's willing to kill or be killed to get you Spike," Faye said, her voice calm and caring.
"You're crazy Faye," Spike said, shaking his head with gritted teeth. "Those aren't signs of love or affection; those are signs of a mental disorder."
"You're wrong Spike," a male voice said on the other side of him.
"Jet? Don't tell me that you're in on this too! What's gotten into you guys? Where's Obsession?" Spike yelled over his shoulder.
"He's here Spike, he's right here with us. He hasn't left your side for hours, don't worry." Faye said, her voice sounding falsely comforting, like a raspy lullaby. Spike closed his eyes tight and he began struggling against his bonds.
"What do you mean 'don't worry'?! If that freak is here, untie me!" Spike screamed, turning this way and that in the chair. As he made one more frantic turn to the left, he felt hair brush past his face, and smelled a sharp odor in the air. He stopped his panicking cold.
"He's not a freak Spike, he loves you more then anything else in the galaxy. You don't know how much." Faye's voice whispered in his ear, sending shivers through his body. He kept his eyes closed as he felt himself being turned back towards the screens, what was happening here?
"Spike, open your eyes, we have something to show you," Jet's voice commanded. Spike took a few breaths and lifted his head to the screen. It was still blank and Spike was about to turn his head back and ask Jet what was going on when Jet spoke again. "Just look at the screen Spike, this is how much he loves you." Spike heard a kind of sizzling noise in front of him and turned his head back to the screen. Black and white specks were having a battle for control across the screen when all of a sudden black won out. It stayed black for a few seconds, the Obsession's image suddenly popped up on the screen.
His eyes were maniacal and a smile was plastered on his face. His head was illuminated from underneath by a light with lines criss-crossed all over it and then the camera turned to Obsession's viewpoint. He was looking down into the shower -room bathroom that Faye had been in before. He squinted at the screen as somebody came through the door, it was Faye.
"What's happening? What's going on?!" Spike said, as he watched Faye strip through the vent.
"Shhhh, just watch," Faye said, her hair brushing by his face again, but Spike didn't pay any attention to the sensation. He was too busy trying to figure out why he was watching a video of Faye . . . . and why Faye wasn't slapping him across the face for doing so. He watched the screen for maybe five more minutes as she got into the shower and was behind the curtain for the rest of the time. The repetitive sound of the water hitting the shower floor had him in some kind of trance, but he was soon brought out of it. From the corner of the screen, Spike saw Obsession enter the room ever so quietly. Faye didn't even know that he was there, he snuck so quietly. For maybe two more minutes Faye continued with her shower and Obsession took up a casual stance by her clothes. Obsession had his back to the screen so Spike couldn't see what was going on with Obsession's facial expression, but he imagined it was something like a stone face carved into an expression of malice.
Then he heard it, Faye's cell phone began to ring. "Oh shit . . ." Spike breathed; his phone call with Faye! He was watching what had happed then! He heard Faye groan with irritation as she heard the phone ring and slowly turned the water off. She grabbed the side of the curtain and it became like one of those slow motion scenes in a movie for Spike. "Don't do it, don't do it", he whispered to himself and at the screen as if it would somehow alter what had obviously already happened. Faye opened the shower curtain all the way and froze as she saw Obsession standing there. Spike heard a small chuckle come through the screen and a mocking "Hello Sweetheart". "Don't just stand there you idiot run!" Spike scolded at the screen.
"Do you honestly think that it would have helped?" Jet's voice whispered into Spike's ear from the side opposite Faye. Spike made a move to turn his head towards Jet to tell him off but a hand grabbed his head by his hair and kept him steady. He heard something drop to the ground behind him with a "thunk", but he only thought on it momentarily as he looked back on the screen. Obsession was now talking to Faye, saying something about her talking to him, Spike, one last time. He heard the "talk" button being clicked on the phone and Faye screamed out "HELP!", but Obsession had turned off the cell phone.
"Faye, why are you guys showing me this" Spike asked cautiously, watching the screen but trying to block out the sounds. Spike felt the hand let go of his hair, and heard whatever had dropped to the ground being picked up. Faye was certainly taking her sweet time with the answer, but finally she talked.
"I told you Spike, this is to show you how much Obsession loves you, to demonstrate what he's willing to do for you", Faye's voice replied very calmly as Spike focused his full attention back on the screen. He tuned back into the video just in time to hear Obsession roar something about whores not getting second chances. He gasped as Faye finally tried to run to the door, but Obsession stepped in her way.
"Going somewhere m'dear?" Obsession questioned, mocking innocence.
"Let me go, please let me go!" Faye pleaded, and Spike knew that she was truly scared. Faye had never been one to beg for her life, only money. "I promise you, I'll leave the ship right now, I'll never come back here or near you or Spike!"
"Ah, but I do want you around," Obsession said with a bright smile, "we just have to clean you up a little first! Get rid of a few things, starting with that horrible body!" Obsession's eyes bulged insanely as he grabbed Faye by her arm and pulled out a carving knife with the other, the kind that's so sharp that it doesn't need teeth.
"Let me go you psychotic bastard!" Faye screamed, pulling at her arm and trying desperately to get away. Spike winced openly, knowing that that wouldn't go over well with Obsession.
"Oh, but you're the one holding onto me darling," Obsession said, though obviously still holding onto her arm with a death grip, "and I only cleaned this jacket yesterday (he lifted the knife high above his head) I'm afraid now that it'll have to be cleaned again after you've had your filth hands on it, (he brought down the knife clean through her arm, no doubt severing all the veins there-in) Such a shame." Faye made a move to scream as Obsession let go of her arm and shoved him away from her, puling out the knife as he did. Faye stumbled, tears coming out of her eyes, too shocked to react as she sprayed blood all around the bathroom. "Now dear, you're making a mess, and you know how I like to keep things tidy", Obsession yelled as he charged at her with his knife raised again. Spike could only look on in horror as Obsession plunged the knife right through Faye's breastplate before she even had a chance to scream. He pulled out the knife and continued stabbing her over and over again, but her face never changed from that shocked expression that it had died in.
Spike sat there gaping at the spectacle that was on the screen, his breathing in gasps. Then all of a sudden Obsession stopped his rabid stabbing and looked over at the door. He pulled something out of his jacket pocket as he got up, went over to the door, and shut off the light. Spike, thinking that the video was over, lowered his head because he felt that he was going to throw up again. However something grabbed hold of his hair again and yet again he heard the noise of something dropping to the ground. Spike was forced to look at the screen for two more minutes when all of a sudden the door opened to the now darkened bathroom. Spike squinted at the silhouette and nearly cussed, it was Jet. He walked into the room and shut the door behind him, only turning on the lights after the door was fully closed, and the mangled Faye came into view once more. Jet let out a scream that made him on the verge of a voice crack and backed up towards the door, where Obsession was lying in wait. He grabbed Jet's cybernetic arm and punched him across the face. Jet stumbled, loosing his balance for a few precious seconds, but that was all that Obsession needed to strike. He dodged over behind Jet and strung out a piece of wire that he had taken out of his jacket earlier between his hands. Before Jet had a chance to scream again, Obsession wrapped the wire around his neck and tightened.
Jet struggled, stretching out the tendons in his neck, trying to break the wire, but it was no use. He fell to his knees, still struggling and clawing at his neck. Obsession stood over him, his arms shaking from holding the wire taught against Jet's struggle. "Payback's a bitch eh Jet?" Obsession snickered as a gurgling sound began to issue from Jet's throat. By now, Obsession and Jet were the closest they could be to the camera without being right next to it and Spike could clearly see the veins popping up all around Jet's face and neck. Then all of a sudden, Jet's eyes popped open and the blood vessels in them popped. Jet stared into space for a few seconds with eyes that were completely red, the Obsession dropped the cord and h fell to the ground. Obsession turned to the camera, a child-like look of complete content on his face as he waved to the camera and said in a cheery voice, "See you later hun!"
Spike was shaking and barely breathing now as if he was the one being choked. While in the middle of watching Jet die it had occurred to him that before that . . . . that had been Faye dying. But both she and Jet were talking to him right now . . . weren't they? Spike slowly turned his head towards Faye, or at least where Faye's voice had been coming from. He nearly fainted at the sight that he saw there. Faye's head had been completely severed from her body, a small stud of the spine sticking through the bottom of her neck. The separation had been sloppily done and there were ragged bits of skin hanging off of it. Her expression had been changed to that of a stoner, only her eyes had rolled back into her head and fogged over so they were now completely white. Two lines had been attached to her head, one in the back that ran under the flesh and came out in a huge knot and the other one ran through her head and her mouth and came out and knotted in-between her jaw bone. The other ends of both of the lines were attached to a small piece of wood so that the head could be controlled like some kind of macabre marionette.
Spike felt another wave of nausea sweep over him and he made the mistake of turning his head completely the other way where he came face to face with Jet, or at least part of Jet. Jet's head was done up in the same puppet style way as Faye's only the string through the back of the head was much more obvious with Jet's almost disappearing hairline. Jet's eyes were rolled back and fogged over as well, however since all the veins in his eyes had popped, instead of white the eyes were a disgusting shade of pumpernickel. Now Spike knew that he was going to throw up! He leaned his head forward and went into a dizzy spell. He threw up all over the floor and then passed out.
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Spike awoke with his head between his legs and someone both stroking his hair and putting feather-light kisses on his neck. He immediately shot up into a sitting position, sending Obsession off balance behind him. Spike shook his head quickly, trying to clear his blurred vision. His head felt heavy and blood was pounding by his temples. How long had he been out for? All of a sudden Obsession appeared before him, smiling brightly and putting his hands on Spike's knees as he leaned in towards Spike's face. "I never dreamed that that would be enough to wake you up Sleeping Beauty," Obsession cooed, his face coming ever closer, "I thought that people like you were only awakened by a kiss on the mouth!" (A/N: ACK! Going too far! Ending THAT now!)
"Get away from me you fruit!" Spike spat, kicking off from Obsession's legs and wheeling back as far as he could. Obsession looked both hurt and furious for a few moments but then crossed his arms, shaking his head with a good hearted (A/N: *cough* BS! *cough*) smile on his face and chuckling to himself. "You always seem to do that when you've done something that pisses me off, what's so funny jerk?!"
"You're just always here to keep me by my code Spike, that's all," Obsession said, walking over towards Spike, who was trying frantically to roll away some more, finding that he was up against a console and couldn't, "There's still a good hour and a half 'til Valentine's Day and if you can wait that long, I can match that!"
"What do you mean, 'I can wait that long'? Wait for what?!" Spike yelled as Obsession came over and kneeled beside him. "What happens on Valentine's Day?"
"Oh Spike, there's no need to yell, I'm right here," Obsession said soothingly, stroking the side of Spike's face, "and how can you not know about Valentine's Day? It's the day that couples show how they really feel about each other; it's a day of happiness and love!"
"That much I know. So then why are you so excited about it?" Spike said, leaning his head to the side so that Obsession couldn't touch his face anymore.
"Oh Spike, on that glorious day I'll be able to show you just how I feel about you and how much I love you in every way, shape, and form," Obsession said, standing up and sitting on Spike's lap, wrapping his arms around Spike's shoulders, "and you'll be able to drop this hostile façade that you have propped up to the world and show just how you feel about me! There's no one to judge us here, it's just the two of us!"
"Show how I really feel about you?" Spike growled, turning his shoulders and trying to wriggle free of the other man's grasp, "You're the one person that I could never forgive, my hate for you goes deeper then damnation. I want to see you roasted in the lowest pit of hell!" Obsession seemed completely unfazed by this information; he just sat there staring into Spike's eyes. Then a slow smile spread across his lips.
"I know that you're just saying that because I'm a man, it's your first time feeling emotions like this for a person of the same gender. I felt like that too my first time, killed poor Jake before I could even get to really explore my love. But I've learned over the past few years," Obsession said brightly, "I can help you to explore new ends of your sexuality."
"You're a sick murderer and a fag, get off me!" Spike yelled, struggling against his bounds along with trying to get Obsession off his lap. What the heck was this guy on? Spike, have feelings for him? Obsession should've killed the one who gave him that dud information instead of killing off his friends and comrades. Obsession finally seemed to get the message that Spike wasn't in the mood when he head-butted Obsession in the mouth with his forehead.
"Very well then love, since you insist on being a spoil sport I'll leave you alone, but don't worry, I'll be back before midnight so we can count down to Valentine's Day together!" Obsession said, his expression showing that he was more then a little pissed off at Spike's attitude.
"You do that," Spike said as he watched Obsession walk down the stairs from the command deck. After he was gone, Spike hung his head low, he felt so dirty right now, mean he wanted a shower! "What the hell will that freak do to me after midnight?" Spike thought to himself, but decided against it as image upon image popped into his head that he could have lived a very happy life without ever seeing. He had to find some way out, he had to escape. He tried to free his hands again, but they were tied behind him in some ancient handcuffs, and they were too small for him to squeeze his hands out of without stripping his hands of all flesh and muscle. For the first time in a long time Spike felt utterly defeated and was on the verge of crying. His head was hanging very low and somehow even with all the possibilities of what could happen to him; he managed to fall asleep with small tears trickling down his face.
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About forty-five minutes later Spike was awoken by someone pulling on his chains and muttering to themselves. As he slowly slipped back into consciousness he realized that it was a very defined woman's voice and his hopes raised for one millisecond. But that hands that were feeling at the chains and his hands, he knew those rough hands that had been touching his face. It was Obsession again trying to play a trick on him. "Whatever happened to leaving me alone until Valentine's Day?" Spike thought to himself. He couldn't' help but listen to the mumbling though as there was nothing better to do.
"Damn it, he must have thrown the key to these things out somewhere . . ." Obsession was saying to himself.
"Oh, so you were planning on making my magical first moment with a man in a chair? That's not very nice now is it", Spike blurted out before he could stop himself.
"So you're awake huh," Obsession's new girly voice asked, "then maybe you can help me find the keys to these handcuffs."
"And just why would I want to do that pray tell?" Spike said, becoming bored with this little game that Obsession played with imitation, it was really getting old.
"So that I can get you out of this chair obviously", Obsession's voice said, as if it was absurd that there could be any other reason in the world that he would be talking to him.
"Well then, I'd have to decline. I'd like to keep my anus orifice as far away from you as possible", Spike said, snuggling into his chair as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world.
"Don't flatter yourself, I don't think of you that way, Obsession does", the girlish voice said matter-o-fact-ily.
"And remind me again who I'm talking to", Spike said, his voice going high with sarcasm.
"My name's Jackalyne, I'm . . . I was Brad's . . . .Obsession's fiancé, but I made the mistake of trying to leave him and he killed me", Obsession's girly voice said, in a grievous-sounding voice. However, Spike wasn't buying this for a second. Obsession could've been a cartoon audio actor with his range of voices. How did he know that this one wasn't a fake?
"Well excuse me if I don't believe you Jackalyne, but you chose the wrong body to inhabit for this little 'Crossing Over' experience, he's not exactly the most trustworthy guy", Spike said.
"I know, and I don't blame you for not believing me," Jackalyne said, "but Obsession will be back any time now and we have to get you out of here before he does! I've sat back and watched his killing for far too long. I'm not going to let him get you too." All of a sudden, Obsession's hand reached around Spike's neck and he nearly let out a yelp. However, the hand just grabbed a chain around Spike's neck that he didn't remember putting there and pulled, breaking the clasp. "Still a creature of habit, eh Brad?" Jackalyne's voice said from behind him, "he's done this exact same trick with the last six guys, hiding the keys like that." In a few seconds Spike heard a click behind him and felt his hands go free. He heard Obsession get up behind him and braced himself for the assault that he knew was coming. However, when Obsession came around his face was incredibly different, it seemed to have less lines or something but the change was miraculous. He grabbed Spike by the collar and hauled him to his feet. "C'mon," Jackalyne's voice came from Obsession's mouth, "we haven't got much time!"
Spike stumbled as Obsession pushed past him over to the staircase and stopped at the top, "C'mon, what're you waiting for?" Jackalyne's voice called. Spike walked over suspiciously and Obsession started heading down the stairs. Spike followed from a distance.
"What's with this guy anyway?" Spike asked a few minutes later, does he have DID or something?" (A/N: DID is Dissociative Identity Disorder. I had to do a report on it! ^_^)
"Something like that," Jackalyne's voice chuckled as Obsession looked over his shoulder, "None of us are really sure exactly."
"Oh you mean there's more to the happy little personality colony in Obsession's head besides you?" Spike asked in mock shock.
"Countless numbers", Jackalyne said with a shudder, "countless numbers." Spike felt a fleeting sorrow for Jackalyne, but it was wiped clean as a watch on Obsession's wrist began beeping furiously. Spike gave a curious look but Obsession's face was one of complete horror.
"What is it Jackalyne?" Spike asked, watching the horror on the man's face grow.
"One minute to midnight," Jackalyne said breathlessly, "Run Spike! GO NOW! RUN!"
"But what about you", Spike asked, feeling incredibly stupid for asking.
"I'm a personality, he can't do anything to m-", Jackalyne started, but then her voice dramatically changed. It dropped an octave and then kept dropping. Lines and shadows seemed to come back to the face as Spike looked at it in shock and then all of a sudden it was back, Obsession was back.
"Well Spike, I see that you've been a bad boy and fallen for my fair lady's tricks. But no matter, I'm back for you now and it's almost midnight! Come to me my love", Obsession said, his face alight wit h joy.
"I'll go willingly into a plague infested house before I go to you", Spike spat out before tuning tail and running.
("10 . . . . . . 9 . . . . . . .")
Spike was running as fast as he could, but he could hear Obsession coming up behind him.
("8 . . . . . . 7 . . . . . . .")
Obsession was right behind him but Spike didn't let that slow him down, he put every once of force that he had and every bit of discipline he'd ever leaned into his legs to make them go faster.
("6 . . . . . . 5 . . . . . . .")
In a last attempt Obsession launched himself at Spike's legs, grabbing him around the thighs and tripping him, falling to the ground on top of him.
("4 . . . . . . 3 . . . . . . .")
Spike tried vainly to kick off Obsession from his legs, but to no avail. Obsession wrapped his legs round Spike's legs and moved his arms up to Spike's shoulders trying to pin him down. Spike punched Obsession across the face, leaving a huge red mark and a blood trail coming out of Obsession's mouth, but he just licked it away. "Red is the color of love Spike, and I'm full of it, are you?"
("2 . . . . . . 1 . . . . . . .")
"Like hell I am", Spike screamed, lashing out and elbowing Spike in the jaw. Obsession reacted by reaching into his back pocket and whipping out a small knife. He struck out at Spike, grazing him across the cheek and causing a blood trail to come out similar to the one coming out of Obsession's mouth. Obsession bent down and licked the blood away, a devious smile on his face as he did.
"I beg to differ Spike, we taste exactly the same", Obsession smirked, "you can't hide your true feelings from me!" Spike struggled, trying to roll over and Obsession let him, getting up for a brief second but coming back down on him as he rolled onto him stomach. Obsession lay down on top of him and put his head down by Spike's ear and whispered . . .
("0 . . . . . . . .")
"Happy Valentine's Day."
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Well, that's that. It's done! I'm finished . . . . . I think! Anyway, thanks so much to all who reviewed and a special thanks to Randall Flagg2, Brigidforest, Sanima, and of course, Deathdragon! Anyway, hope that you enjoyed this last trip into my insane horrific mind! ^_^ See you space cowboy!
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