A/N: Welp, my friends, it's nearing the end...only one more chapter to go. It's been a while, I know, & I'm very happy to have received your wonderful, inspiring reviews. I hope I won't make you cry when you read this, or make you hate me, more importantly, heh. -.-' Please try to understand that once a writer gets inspiration, there's just NO turning back. With that said, please R&R, and TRY to enjoy! LoL
I was fading last night, lost out in the cold
Couldn't see the light, and then she opened up the door
I came in from the dark, fell into her arms just in time
And now I know that I have left the past behind, won't let it go
[Chorus]
You could tell me tonight
That maybe the world would end
That the sun wouldn't rise
And it was gonna rain again
Just as long as she's in my arms
It's gonna be a perfect day
There's a look in her eyes
It makes me feel alright
It lights the perfect sky
That I couldn't see before,
That she helped me to find, now that I've seen the shine,
I know that I'll never be alone
'Cuz now I know that I have love I can't deny, won't let it go
[Chorus]
Its gonna be a perfect day
I think I lost you in another life,
A part of me that I left behind
I won't go on without you
And now I know that I have put the past behind, I let it go
[Chorus x2]
Its gonna be a perfect day
"Perfect Day", Clay Aiken
CH 14
Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink.
Faye continued to lie there tangled up amidst the bed sheets as the rain poured down in a mystic veil from the Heavens above, her heartbeat slow and steady as she somnolently watched the gray clouds roll listlessly across the sky from the view of the hotel window in a graceful dance full of repose.
Gradually hauling herself up into a sitting position, Faye gathered the sheets up in front of her bare bosom and looked over at her lover with a warm smile upon her lips, his moss-green locks moving ever-so-slightly with each soft breath that he happened to take.
Oh, how she loved him.
Everything that he said or did seemed like an image of sheer beauty to her, and she hated the fact that anyone, especially Spike, could have such a strong hold over her emotions.
Slowly leaning over, Faye gave him a warm, gentle kiss, thus causing his eyes to immediately flutter open and find himself staring directly into two brilliant jade orbs, the passionate memories of the night before immediately flooding back into the cluttered bowels of his mind like the walls of a dam exploding.
"Why did you love me?," Faye suddenly questioned, reminding him very much of what Julia had asked in the graveyard so very long ago. "Did you mean it, or were you just looking for sex, again?"
Spike immediately sat up beside her, his warm, garnet eyes glazing over with fervor as he insisted with a veraciousness that deeply surprised her, "I meant every word that I said, Faye....every word. As of right now, I can finally say that I know what it feels like to actually be alive."
"But why?," she continued to press, "what about Julia? Surely that goddamned woman still plagues your mind and haunts you in your very dreams!"
Spike bowed his head and nodded. "There's no doubt about that, but I-I'm just so sick of it all! As soon as I laid my eyes on you at the hospital after our one-night-stand, I knew that you could help me to forget......to start over. Say that you'll help me, Faye.....please."
Something deep within his voice let her know that he meant every word, her heart going out to him as she enveloped his waist within her caring embrace and sought his lips with her own in a chaste kiss, her lover instantly moaning into her mouth as an indirect plea for more.
Faye knew that she shouldn't give in to him again, but her core was throbbing with a need that she felt that she could not possibly ignore any longer.
Delving his tongue deep within the confinements of Faye's mouth, Spike let out a low grunt as he felt her nails drag across his flesh and leave bloody half moons in their wake, her back arching so that her breasts molded neatly against his hands and left him moaning softly into her open mouth like a lovelorn fool.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Dammit," Spike cursed softly under his breath, stiffening a top his lover in utter discouragement now that he realized that his desires would have to go unfulfilled. "Who the hell is it?! I'm busy!"
"Uh....it's Davis," came the masculine reply on the other side of the door, his tone clearly reflecting his obvious astonishment over hearing his master so obviously frustrated. "I have something really important to tell you, so do ya think that I could possibly come in for a sec?"
Spike sighed, then muttered resentfully, "Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute....I've gotta get dressed."
"Ok," came the cheerful reply, thus causing Spike to roll his eyes as he fetched his pair of pants from off of the floor and tossed Faye one of her robes for her to put on.
Hurriedly slipping into his trousers, Spike stumbled on over towards the door and immediately zipped up his fly, muttering a few choice words under his breath before he plastered on a fake smile and opened up the door in order to greet his guest. "Davis! How are you?"
Davis raised an eyebrow at the apparent change of attitude, his perverted little mind immediately understanding once he glanced into the shabby hotel room and witnessed Faye smoothing out her hair in front of a mirror and applying some foundation upon something on her neck that very much appeared to be a hickey.
Chuckling at this, Davis congratulated slyly, "Another homerun in the ballpark, eh? Congrats on scoring with the hottest babe that I've ever seen!"
"Davis!," Spike snarled, causing him to immediately pipe down. "Faye is not just some game to me! I-I love her, and I......um....."
Davis smirked. "Say no more, Romeo. It's amore'...I get it. It happens to the best of us, my friend."
Spike rolled his eyes, then remarked rather irritably, "Surely you came here to tell me something more important than the muses of love and foolery!"
"Oh, yeah...that," Davis acknowledged, scratching his ear as he let out a rather nervous cough. "Ya see, the Van have pinpointed Derek's exact location and are gonna get the remaining true Red Dragons to make a surprise attack on him later this evening. I just figured that you'd wanna know."
Spike frowned deeply. "Damn right, I'd wanna know. In fact, I'm going to meet up with him, myself."
Faye gasped, dropping her brush within an instant of sheer panic as she whirled around in order to face him from the mirror, wailing urgently, "Spike, no! I need for you to be alive! I-I couldn't live through losing you all over again!"
"I won't die, Faye," he insisted, his eyes hardening at just the mere thought of the cold-blooded killer that he was determined to face. "He hurt you and Katy, and for that he must pay with his life."
"Then let me come with you, I-"
"No," Spike immediately interjected, shaking his head with a firmness that she couldn't possibly override. "It's far too dangerous.....Davis is the only one that will accompany me."
Davis blanched. "I am?! But I.....erm.....you're right. I-I should come......for Katy's sake."
Spike nodded. "Good....Faye, give me my gun."
She amazingly did as she was told, her eyes moist and glistening with unshed tears as she handed him his Jericho and opened her mouth to pour forth her boundless love for him, but he held up his hand and smiled, acknowledging softly, "I know, Faye.....I love you, too. Let's save it for when I get back, alright?"
At this statement Faye felt as if she could bawl like a simpering fool, if it weren't for Spike immediately bringing her back to reality the moment that he pressed his mouth passionately against her own and stroked her silken tresses in utter adoration, his voice soft and filled with assurance as he breathed against her warm, satin lips, "I will return, Faye, and that's a promise."
"I know," she returned tearfully, embracing him as if her very life depended on it, "I know."
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"When cowards hide in abandoned steel mines, they deserve to die the cowardly death that they deserve. You agree, don't you, Derek?"
The young man stiffened upon hearing his name, a smirk gradually forming along his thin lips as he turned around in order to face his adversary and chuckled, questioning with mock pleasantness, "What, no infantry? You decided to come here all by yourself?"
"Yes," Spike acknowledged, completely unable to keep a smirk of his own from slipping across his lips as he took a slight step forward. "My good friend Davis is waiting outside....just in case."
Derek snorted. "A wise decision."
"Oh, you think so?"
"I know so."
Spike chuckled, then withdrew his revolver from within his hipholster, urging smugly, "Enough with your games, Derek. All I want is your life, so let's not waste any more time."
"You don't wanna do that."
"Oh? Are you pleading for your life?"
Derek spat at his adversary's feet in utter contempt, returning crisply, "I never plead for my life. Pleading is for the weak and the hopeless. Pleading is for lowlife scumbags such as Katy, Davis, Electra, and Faye."
Spike stiffened. "Don't you dare talk about her that way."
"Or else what? You'll shoot me?," Derek continued to ridicule, clearly pushing his luck. "Yes, of course you would.....only cowards shoot their opponents. Real men use nothing but their fists."
"Very well," Spike complied, allowing his Jericho to slip forth from his grasp and drop to the cement floor with a subtle clatter. "If that's how you feel, then you've got it."
Derek smirked. "Good...it's always a pleasure to spill your blood, Mr. Spiegel."
"Likewise," Spike acknowledged, smirking, as well, as he lunged forward and sent a tremendous uppercut towards his opponent before bone cracked against bone.
Only daunted for a brief moment by this, Derek immediately counter-attacked with several powerful swipes, which Spike easily evaded with the fluid-like resistance that he always managed to emanate.
Dropping down to the floor and extending his long, spindly leg, Spike hurriedly swept Derek off of his feet and onto his ass before leaping up into the air and delivering a flawless bicycle kick to his opponent's jaw.
Before he could celebrate too much, however, Derek immediately unsheathed a small dagger from within his trench coat and lashed out at him like a madman, the weapon nailing its target directly in the chest before the mossy-green-haired man collapsed to his knees in utter astonishment.
"You cheating bastard," Spike choked between clenched teeth, grasping at his wound while seething in absolute pain and bewilderment. "I played by your goddamned rules....look who's the coward, now!"
"And I thank you," Derek acknowledged, completely ignoring his adversary's comment, altogether, as he lifted the coruscating dagger up to his lips and licked the weapon clean of the blood that had once adorned its blade of quietus. "Mmm...isn't victory tasty?"
Watching all of this in complete and utter disgust, Spike shakily staggered up to his feet, still prepared to see this through to the very end.
Derek appeared to be rather surprised by this, questioning with apparent amusement, "What, you still think you can win?"
"I have to," Spike returned, wobbling a bit, "for Faye."
"Well how sweet," Derek acknowledged, chuckling a bit. "I hope that she won't mind my returning you to her in pieces."
Spike let out a growl at this, then lunged forward blindly at his adversary amidst his tremendous outrage, Derek's dagger slicing through his torso like a knife through butter before skittering across the floor and out of his reach with a subtle clatter.
"Ugh," Spike groaned, grimacing as he felt his own blood pulsate forth through the incision like a steadfast waterfall of scarlet.
Pressing his appendages firmly against the wound with the sole hopes of keeping his insides from spilling out, Spike staggered slightly forward, his sight wavering as he felt the life draining out of him at a maddening speed.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Derek emitted a loud gasp the moment that those three bullets tore through his back and out his front, his breath instantly deserting him as he collapsed upon the floor in a heap of scarlet and cowardice.
"Davis," Spike choked in recognition upon seeing his friend, his voice wavering ever-so-slightly as he dropped down to his knees and took in several labored breaths.
Cursing, Davis immediately rushed over to his aid, chiding irritably, "Dammit, Spike....I told you to let me accompany you instead of making me wait outside as backup! Now you're all beat up like a bloody pulp of the man that you came in as!"
"Shut up," Spike muttered, still managing to smile despite the terrible pain in his torso. "I'm dying, so at least let me die in peace, if that's not too much to ask."
Davis blanched. "Dude, you're gonna be alright! You promised Faye you'd come back!"
"Don't you think I know that? It's hard enough on me, as it is," Spike mumbled, his beautiful two-toned irises mellowing out the moment that he thought of his sweet vixen. "I.......I want you to give her something for me."
"Spike, there's no fucking way that I'm just gonna stand here and let you talk about dying, like this! You're gonna make it! If you survived your encounter with Vicious, you can most certainly-"
"Please."
Davis choked upon hearing his master beg in such a desperate intonation, his hand trembling as he extended his arm in order to take whatever it was that Spike was divulging forth from his pocket.
"What is it?"
"My love for Faye," Spike replied cryptically, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he laid back down upon the cement floor and sighed deeply. "It's my heart.....my soul........everything."
Terribly confused by his master's explanation, Davis pocketed the small box and piece of paper, asking rather softly, "And what should I say whenever I see her?"
"Tell her that I'll always be with her," Spike returned in a monotone barely above a whisper, his voice slowly dying away, "tell her that I'll always be there watching over her......guiding her."
"Is that it?"
Spike smiled. "No, of course not. Tell her that I love her and I always have. Tell her that she was the last thing on my mind; not Julia."
Davis let out a small laugh, returning warmly, "So you're finally free of that stupid wench's strong hold over you, huh? All because of Faye?"
He didn't answer.
"Spike?"
Still no answer.
Bowing his head in utter despair, Davis nodded, then ran his hand over his comrade's eyes so that they closed, his tone soft and breathy as he conceded aloud in a voice barely above a whisper, "Yep......you're finally free."
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(The Seatbelt's "Adieu" plays)
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Faye jumped, clutching a small white device within her taut grasp that had just recently sealed her fate.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she decided that it was now or never that she tell Spike the wonderful news.
"He loves me....he'll understand," she assured herself as she anxiously approached the door and prepared to receive the caller. "He'll never turn me away because of this........he wouldn't."
Finally receiving the nerve to twist the doorknob, Faye hurriedly ripped open the door, exclaiming cheerfully in recognition, "Davis! Tell Spike to hurry up! I need to tell him that-"
"You're pregnant," Davis deadpanned, pointing down towards the small white test in her hand.
She nodded, hardly able to contain her apparent euphoria. "I know, isn't it wonderful? I'll finally have a family......somewhere to belong."
"Yeah," Davis agreed weakly, "family."
Faye immediately took note of her comrade's aberrant behavior, her voice gradually rising in decibels as she demanded fearfully, "Davis....what's wrong? Please tell me that Spike isn't...."
He nodded.
"Oh, God," Faye breathed, shaking her head wildly back and forth, "oh, God! You're lying! You're just jealous that Spike and I are so deeply in love, so you wanted to play some sort of dirty trick on me!"
"No, Faye, that's not-"
"LIES!!!," she screamed, clapping her hands over her ears in utter agony. "They're all lies! Spike said that he'd come back......he lied to me! Was he lying about his love for me, too?!"
Davis immediately shook his head, insisting softly, "He wanted me to tell you that Julia wasn't the last person on his mind; you were. He promised to watch over and guide you day and night, no matter where or how far away you are. He loves you, Faye.......never doubt that."
"I don't believe in promises or love, anymore," Faye whimpered, burying her face within the security and comfort of her hands as her shoulders began to heave along with her tremendous sobs. "I-I loved and I lost, and now......oh, God, I'm alone!"
Davis let out a heavy sigh, then suddenly remembered Spike's gift, his hand immediately snatching it and pulling it forth from his coat pocket as he announced softly, "Here.....this is for you. Spike wanted you to have it."
Faye gave the box and parchment a slight look of reluctance, then gingerly took them from his fingers, her breath instantly catching in her throat as she opened up the piece of paper and read:
Faye-
As you know, I'm not a very eloquent man, so what I need to say to you I've decided to write down on paper. These past few weeks haven't been anything but heaven for me.....you've truly made me feel alive, again. I can't thank you enough, and I guess what I'm trying to say is.....well.....will you do me the honors of making me the luckiest guy in the galaxy? Yeah, I know, that was really corny and cliche', but dammit, I can't help how I feel. I want you to be mine, Faye, forever and always. Will you marry me? Please?
Love Always,
Spike
Faye couldn't help but laugh at his 'romantic' proposal, tears cascading freely down along her cheeks like hot candle wax as she slowly opened up the box, truly fearing that she would die due to her utmost grief if she unearthed what she thought she would.
"Oh!," she exclaimed, bursting into tears once more once she laid her eyes upon the scintillating engagement ring, her heart breaking in two directly down the center as she shakily slipped it onto her finger and brought it up to her lips as if it were Spike, himself, her voice cracking ever-so-slightly as she acknowledged breathlessly in return, "Yes, Spike.....I will marry you....forever and always."
With this said, she immediately curled up into a ball and placed a hand over her stomach, tears searing along her long, kohl lashes as she realized that all she had left of her true love was a note, a ring, and a child.
A/N: I know, I know, I'm a monster....PLEASE don't flame me! . If you wanna read some HAPPY ENDINGS, read my other fics! They're happy endings! Oh...except for Twilight's Symphony, heh. -.-' There's an epilogue next, & it's kinda sweet, so please R&R that, as well!
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