A/N: Goodness, it's the darndest thing....for some reason a lot of you still thought that Jet was alive and wanted for him & Electra to stay together. The thing is, though, sad to say, is that he's DEAD. It's how it worked out for the storyline, so sorry, heh. -.-' As for Electra/Davis or Katy/Davis, it was a TIE, so you'll see what happens, & don't be so sure as to what it'll be, heeheehee. ^^ The most IMPORTANT thing, though, is SxF! So on w/ the fic! ^,~
"This the place?"
The Taxi driver nodded. "Ay...she looked purdy distraught, sir, so ya may wanna hurry."
"Thanks," Spike acknowledged, handing the man a few woolongs before hopping out of the cab and onto the cracked pavement in front of the large, shabby hotel before him.
As the vehicle sped off into the distance it suddenly began to rain, Spike shielding his eyes from the chilling liquid as he gazed up towards the glistening windows with the hopes of possibly catching a glimpse of his irascible comrade.
Finding nothing but a few unfamiliar shadows, he took a deep breath, shook his head, & inwardly braced himself for the hell that he was most likely about to endure as he muttered softly under his breath, "Welp...here goes nothin'."
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CRASH!
Faye winced the moment that one of the stray shards of glass from the cup that she had purposely dropped lodged its way into the side of her bare foot, her fingers trembling as she bent over and reached for the largest piece of glass and slowly brought it up to her vulnerable wrist.
"It will soon be over," Faye assured herself in a hushed whisper. "Soon....very soon."
"Faye?"
She gasped, instantly spinning around in order to face the dreaded intruder. Once she realized who it was, however, her eyes narrowed into tiny jade slits filled to the brim with sheer emnity, her voice cool and crisp as she urged tartly, "Get the hell out of my apartment....now!"
"Well fuck, Faye...is that any way to greet an old friend?," Spike teased, trying his best to ease the situation at hand. "Can you at least tell me why you ran off on such short notice? It was pretty rude of you to just leave without a trace like that."
Faye stiffened. "I don't owe you any explanation for what I've done....especially since you've never offered any to me!"
"Damn...she's right," Spike realized, sighing deeply as he shoved his hands into his pants' pockets and took a small step forward. "This won't be an easy battle, but I've just got to let her know how I feel about all this mess."
Faye, just then noticing how terribly close that Spike had become, urged frantically, "Stop where you are! If you don't, I'll...I'll slit my wrist! I mean it, Spike! Back off!"
He blanched. "What in God's name...?! Faye! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Trying to free myself from you and all of the hells that you've single-handedly managed to put me through, that's what!," she spat, gradually backing up towards the balcony window as she threateningly placed the coruscating shard of glass over her wrist in a formidable fashion. "Face it, Spike, there's absolutely nothing that you can do or say to convince me that I've got a lot to live for, so save your breath! I hate you! I....I despise you, you disgusting sonofabitch!!!"
Something within Spike's heart snapped in two the moment that she uttered those bitter, hate-filled words, a deep frown tugging at the corners of his lips as he returned scathingly, "Yeah? Well did you ever think that maybe I hated you?"
Faye blinked, her eyebrows knitting together in utter confusion. "I-I don't understand....why should you hate me whenever the only wrong that I've ever committed was loving you?!"
Spike let out a bitter laugh, returning coldly, "Oh, Faye....poor, foolish Faye. You probably have no idea that I hate you like nothing else in this universe...primarily for seducing me yesterday evening and forcing me to denounce my purity of only making love to Julia. You're very beautiful, I'll give you that much, but me, being the currently extremely horny bastard that I was, gave in to my dissatisfied lust and allowed myself to be taken over by your charms. You see, Faye, you're not the only one who has regrets from that night. The way I see it, the whole damn thing was just one huge mistake that can't be taken back."
Faye gasped, her heart splitting in two directly down the center as she suddenly dropped the shard of glass to the floor within a moment of sudden shock.
"He hates me," she realized, beginning to tremble as she cast her bleary gaze down to her bare feet in anguish. "I didn't mean what I said...I was just overreacting! Oh, God....he thinks that our lovemaking was just........a mistake!"
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"Oh, my God, those are so fake," Katy commented to herself as she continued to watch the large-breasted woman on the TV screen prance across a beautiful sandy beach in nothing but a bikini that was obviously two sizes too small for her ridiculously oversized boobs.
Rolling her eyes at this, Katy immediately changed the channel to a hot, steamy love scene, praising enthusiastically, "Alright, here we go! The sex may be just as fake as that whore's huge nungas, but at least it's much more tasteful and believable."
Just as she began to get engrossed with the intense making out and groping of the moaning couple, however, the phone rang and startled her back to the boring reality of Earthling life.
Muttering a few choice words under her breath, Katy got up from the comfort of the couch and retrieved the phone from off of its cradle, questioning coolly into the receiver, "Y'lo?"
"Miss Brewer?," came the coarse reply.
"Who wants to know?," she demanded, raising an eyebrow as she tried her damndest to recognize any source of familiarity within the caller's voice. "If this is a telemarketer, you can go ahead and shove your vacuum, or whatever the hell it is that you're selling up your ass!"
A low chuckle greeted her rather rude response before the man insisted darkly, "No, I can assure you that I do not sell vacuums, or any other commodity, Miss Brewer. I did, however, call in order to verify your permission that I can pick something up from your apartment."
"Like what?," Katy demanded, growing suspicious.
The man just merely chuckled, acknowledging with apparent amusement, "Why you, of course."
"Who are you?!," Katy shrieked, by this point well beyond the norm of her typical level of paranoia. "Where are you?!"
There was a brief pause, then yet another chuckle before the man returned smugly, "Right behind you."
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Electra had been terribly aloof ever since their intimate moment back at the warehouse, and Davis knew it. He feared that she had possibly changed her mind about him and decided to just string him along and keep him guessing for her benefit.
"No," he contradicted inwardly, "she wouldn't do that to me."
"Which room belongs to Faye and Katy?," Electra suddenly demanded, thus causing him to snap out of his reverie and back to reality.
Taking a brief glance about the hall, Davis acknowledged disorientedly, "Uh....room 202. C'mon...this way."
Electra followed her comrade wordlessly and, as soon as they had reached the room, she authoratively pushed him out of the way and immediately took charge.
"Katy?," she called, rapping upon the door until her knuckles began to turn a slight pinkish color. "Katy? It's a friend of Davis'.....please open up!"
"Did she just say friend?," Davis wondered irately, his heart feeling as if it had just entered a gigantic blender and was being ripped to shreds like a mangled pile of rags. "Well I'll be a horse's ass! That babe's just so fuckin' confusing! Argh!"
"Davis...Katy's not answering," Electra announced, thus causing him to redirect his attention back towards the more important situation at hand. "Do you think she's away somewhere?"
He shook his head. "Not a chance. Katy's not trusted with shopping, or anything, for that matter, since she's so damn klutzy. She's awful cute and all, but man do her fingers contain a lotta butter!"
"Stand back," Electra suddenly urged, retrieving her firearm from within her hipholster and leveling it out before her. "Things could get pretty ugly in there."
Nodding in agreement, Davis immediately did as he was told, watching on with awe and admiration as Electra reared back and struck the door knob with the iron-clad heel of her steel-toed boot, the impact of her sudden action causing the door to swing open and bang against the wall with a dull, reverberating 'thunk'.
Immediately rushing into the room with her firearm poised securely in front of her, Electra gasped, exclaiming urgently at the top of her lungs, "Davis! Come quick....it's Katy!"
He gasped, stumbling within the threshold like a bull in a china closet before resting his gaze upon his fair lover, her tall, lanky figure resting limply upon the carpeted floor with a telephone lying conveniently by her frail, outstretched hand, a low groan eliciting its way forth from her rosy lips as she squeaked, "Davis........my God....."
"Try not to talk!," he urged, immediately rushing over to her side and lifting her languid being up into the security of his strong arms. "Electra....go call an ambulance....now!"
At first she just stood there but, as soon as she was about to comply to his wishes, Electra suddenly noticed something yellow and slightly furled resting upon the table that the telephone had once been atop of.
"Davis....what is that?," she demanded, pointing warily over towards what appeared to be a piece of paper from his point of view.
Briefly abandoning Katy's resting form in order to check it out, Davis retrieved the parchment and opened it up, his handsome features instantly hardening the moment that he uttered the one name that acted like a bitter, deadly toxin upon his tongue: "Derek."
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"What are you doing?! Stay away from me!"
Spike grunted in frustration. "Faye, quit being such a goddamned psycho and get away from that glass on the floor!"
"Not until you get away from me!," she retorted, immediately snatching one of the sharpest shards off of the carpet and staggering back up to her feet. "If you take another step closer, I'll kill myself, Spike, and this time I mean it!"
Spike frowned, his beautiful two-toned eyes narrowing as he stalked towards her with a firm determination unlike any that she had ever seen in him before.
Her feet gradually scuffling backwards due to her fear of her persistant pursuer, Faye cried out the moment that she lost her footing and plummeted through the delicate glass, her body falling out upon the cement balcony with a tremendous crash that was followed by a shower of glimmering shards and scarlet as the rain continued to pelt her relentlessly from above.
"Faye!," Spike exclaimed, immediately rushing through the shattered balcony window and to her side. "Faye! Can you hear me?!"
"Get away.......from me, you....bastard," she groaned, trying her best to ignore the intense throbbing throughout her entire body as her white nightgown continued to absorb the diamond-like rain droplets that still came cascading down from the Heavens.
Spike couldn't help but notice this, as well, his cheeks burning a delicate hue of crimson once he noticed her tingling nipples slightly peeking through the thin, transparent cloth, his thoughts immediately urging his lower body to behave as he tried his best to control himself at the time being.
"Fuck, Faye....why do you always do this to me?," he asked aloud, hoping for some sort of response that he could actually understand. "Is this how you get your kicks? By torturing poor 'ol Spike?"
Suddenly, without warning, Faye retrieved her Glock from within her black, lacy panties, which Spike had miraculously not taken any notice to, and leveled it out between his pair of shocked, mismatched eyes.
Frowning deeply, she urged in a determined whisper, "Don't move."
A/N: Will Faye shoot Spike???? No! There will be a LEMON, instead! ::blush:: I know, heh. -.-' Seems kinda weird, but oh, wellz....I needed to focus the story back on SxF again, but it was kinda hard to do so since I've been tying up loose ends and whatnot. PLEASE R&R, though, cuz I'm not sure if it's getting any better or not! =( lol Thank yas! ^^ Luv ya bunches! ^,~
3 Kendra Luehr