Disclaimer: Look in chapter one.
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Spike stood outside of a bar in the red-light district of Mars, called Le Bordel Noir. It was real shit-hole, but that didn't matter just now.
All this time and Faye had been so close. He was nearly afraid to go inside; worried to see what she may be doing. He looked to the little sheet of personal facts and it said that Romani was a bartender here.
"Well, no time like the present." Spike murmured to know one, venturing forward, but a clanging noise followed by a string of curses caught his attention. He made his way to the back of the brick establishment, where he saw a thin woman picking up a scattered bag of trash and a lid from the can the pieces of filth were meant for. He watched her a brief moment and then he realized, and suddenly couldn't wait any longer.
"Faye.." that voice. THAT voice. It was breathless, forlorned, and terribly worn out, but even in all of the mystery and disguise, she would know that voice. No, no, NO! She thought furiously, unwilling to turn around.
"Faye, please..look at me." Why was it so soft? Why was he so calm, so..sad? And then, she did the only thing she could do, being that her legs were betraying her, not allowing her to run away despite how much she waned to. She flung around, gun cocked. She had never really lost that habit, of always having a weapon. She furrowed her brows and pointed the nose straight towards him, she was so scared, and so angry, and she didn't notice the dribbles of tears that fell in bubbling streams down her cheeks.
Spike was nearly surprised by this, and in his two toned eyes, there was such anguish, but soon, though terribly afraid for losing this moment, he smiled at her gently, genuinely, and took a step forward.
"Move again, and I swear to Jesus H. FUCKING Christ, I'll shoot you dead." She seethed through thinly spread, pursed lips.
He stopped. He knew better, she wouldn't shoot him..but then he thought, it had been over a year. She may have changed more than he could tell, she may very well be able to take him out, and she might not even think twice about doing it.
"Faye calm down. I just want to-"
"NO!" he was not expecting this, especially in the middle of a back alley. "You can't be here Spike! Do you hear me? You CAN'T be here. I left so I wouldn't-"
"Why did you leave, Faye?" he took another step forward, so calmly speaking.
Faye's finger fled to the trigger.
"Stop it, Spike! Stop talking to me like I'm a GODDAMNED child. Stop talking to me like you would to Julia." Now, the tears were furious.
Spike stopped. Oh my God, he thought. He had been doing just that. He was trying to soothe her like he would soothe Julia when she was terribly sad. Maybe that's why Faye left. He began to move forward again, now only an arm's length away. He was deeply drowned in regret, so far gone in it, he missed Faye's final warning, and then.
BANG
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I know this chapter was short. It was meant to be. I do so love cliffhangers. If so desired, I'll continue, but.you've got to let me know.
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Spike stood outside of a bar in the red-light district of Mars, called Le Bordel Noir. It was real shit-hole, but that didn't matter just now.
All this time and Faye had been so close. He was nearly afraid to go inside; worried to see what she may be doing. He looked to the little sheet of personal facts and it said that Romani was a bartender here.
"Well, no time like the present." Spike murmured to know one, venturing forward, but a clanging noise followed by a string of curses caught his attention. He made his way to the back of the brick establishment, where he saw a thin woman picking up a scattered bag of trash and a lid from the can the pieces of filth were meant for. He watched her a brief moment and then he realized, and suddenly couldn't wait any longer.
"Faye.." that voice. THAT voice. It was breathless, forlorned, and terribly worn out, but even in all of the mystery and disguise, she would know that voice. No, no, NO! She thought furiously, unwilling to turn around.
"Faye, please..look at me." Why was it so soft? Why was he so calm, so..sad? And then, she did the only thing she could do, being that her legs were betraying her, not allowing her to run away despite how much she waned to. She flung around, gun cocked. She had never really lost that habit, of always having a weapon. She furrowed her brows and pointed the nose straight towards him, she was so scared, and so angry, and she didn't notice the dribbles of tears that fell in bubbling streams down her cheeks.
Spike was nearly surprised by this, and in his two toned eyes, there was such anguish, but soon, though terribly afraid for losing this moment, he smiled at her gently, genuinely, and took a step forward.
"Move again, and I swear to Jesus H. FUCKING Christ, I'll shoot you dead." She seethed through thinly spread, pursed lips.
He stopped. He knew better, she wouldn't shoot him..but then he thought, it had been over a year. She may have changed more than he could tell, she may very well be able to take him out, and she might not even think twice about doing it.
"Faye calm down. I just want to-"
"NO!" he was not expecting this, especially in the middle of a back alley. "You can't be here Spike! Do you hear me? You CAN'T be here. I left so I wouldn't-"
"Why did you leave, Faye?" he took another step forward, so calmly speaking.
Faye's finger fled to the trigger.
"Stop it, Spike! Stop talking to me like I'm a GODDAMNED child. Stop talking to me like you would to Julia." Now, the tears were furious.
Spike stopped. Oh my God, he thought. He had been doing just that. He was trying to soothe her like he would soothe Julia when she was terribly sad. Maybe that's why Faye left. He began to move forward again, now only an arm's length away. He was deeply drowned in regret, so far gone in it, he missed Faye's final warning, and then.
BANG
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I know this chapter was short. It was meant to be. I do so love cliffhangers. If so desired, I'll continue, but.you've got to let me know.