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Well.....here it is. The fourth installment to the new chapters. I hope it's better. And i'll update with a brand new chapter as soon as possible. I still have other stories to attend to!
A Life Full Of Saturdays: Dazed and Confused
You know the saying 'you don't know true loneliness until you're playing Solitaire on a dusty bed, awaiting that certain person's arrival to save you from a certain doom'? Of course not. Faye Valentine hadn't even heard of it, but she was living the scenario to the very last detail. She knew that Vicious had given the cowboy forty eight hours, and she was slowly counting down to the very last second in her head. What else was there to do? She had put on a show, at the stake of her life and was then greeted by a deck of cards. She thanked the guard who presented them to her, but really, how much fun was Solitaire after thirty games? She groaned out loud, hitting the bed with more force she thought she could exert.
"I have to get out of here before I go crazy..", she mumbled and shuffled through her damp locks for the pins that had held her hair up ealier before getting doused by tons of water. She mentally congratulated herself when her fingers rubbed up against the soft metal of the hair pins and pulled it out with a few strands of hair and choice words. She then proceed to the bathroom to pick up one of the many shards that lay from the broken mirror in the sink. And then it was back to work on the door, the hairpin being shoved in every which way until a click would open her door to freedom. "Faye, you are a freaking genius." She quietly giggled to herself as the door pushed open and Faye scanned the area before poking her head out into the hall. Deserted. So much for being guarded. She promptly removed the high heels she had been forced to wear and headed down the extravagant hallway, glass shard in hand and ready to tango with any man she came upon. However her plan was soon cancelled as she abruptly ran into the chest of someone she hadn't expected - Vicious. She raised her hand defiantly, ready to strike the gangster if she had to.
"Back off Vicious! I'm armed and I want out of here." Her voice was dangerously low and husky. But Vicious' glare could kill ghosts. And he grabbed the wrist holding her weapon of choice and squeezed until she dropped it in pain.
"You are more trouble than you're worth Ms. Valentine." With that said, Faye was privately escorted back to her room.
Spike had sent a message to Elizabeth an hour after he had met up with Boxer and received a return message agreeing to meet him at the small organic garden about two blocks away from Frank's Auto. That had been three hours ago and the suspense was gnawing at his insides. He couldn't just stand around and wait for some oldtimer to waltz in whenever she saw fit. A woman's life was on the line! He lit a cigarette and sighed.
"She's not coming."
"He's not coming." Faye sprawled out on the bed when she reached her perception that Spike may have indeed left her here to rot. No, he couldn't have done that. Vicious was involved. That was reason enough for him to hightail it over here. A low snicker resonated through the hollow room. Faye hadn't realized that Vicious was still in the room.
"No, he'll come. What his motivation will be...even I do not know." Faye leapt from the bed and inched over to Vicious, her fists balled and courage emitting from her body.
"You think you have Spike so figured out. But you have no idea what goes through his head." He simply smirked at her.
"And you do?" Faye's head lowered as the truth became unveiled. No, of course she didn't know what went on through his head. Only one person actually had an idea of what went on through his mind. And that one person was Julia. The one person Faye could never be.
"No. No I don't. I'm not Julia. But Spike WILL come for me." Vicious turned to walk out. He had heard enough from the bounty huntress.
"Who are you trying to persuade?" Herself. She knew it, too. She wanted to convince herself that Spike could manage to fly by his love for the dangerous angel and put the past behind him for Faye's sake. She shook the thoughts from her head. Spike was her friend, her comrade. They had saved each other's lives on numerous occasions. He would come through for her. She just knew it.
"This better be important kid. I'm a very busy person." Spike turned to meet a woman in forties but the same despite the aged appearance. He threw the cigarette to ground and rubbed it into the dirt with his shoe.
"I need your help. Do you know anyone by the name of Faye Valentine?" Her wild blue eyes dilated for a moment before a genuine smile arose on her lips. She shuffled around for her sunglasses and motioned for Spike to take a walk with her through the gardens.
"Yeah. She was a good person. Had a little attitude but...." She wandered off the sentence for a moment, as if searching for the right words to complete it. She didn't hate the girl. If anything, she respected her loyalty. "...she was the one who contacted all of us about Duke's death. Didn't stick around for the funeral. Which I guess is understandable. She looked like she was in alot of trouble, ya know?" Spike rested his palms on the top of his head as he listened to Elizabeth. Part of him was in a hurry, but if the lady had any 'interesting' details about Faye that could prove to be useful in future situations, then so be it.
"Touble doesn't even begin to describe it..."
"That bad, huh? Anyway...why do you wanna know about Faye?" She tugged at the corner of her zirconia sunglasses.
"She's in trouble again." Elizabeth stopped and stared at Spike, willing him to continue. "Duke gave her something and I need to know where to find it before she gets hurt." She pulled off her glasses and tucked them back into the black coat she sported.
"I'll help in any way I can." A half smirk jerked at the corners of his mouth.
"I was hopin you would say that."
Faye was a wild animal caged in a weird science experiment. And she wanted out. She would desperately claw at the door, begging the guard to give her some fresh air. When the begging wouldn't work, she would pace in front of the door, awaiting Vicious so that she could unleash a physical attack on the bastard. Her wish was soon granted, for the mobster entered the room and handed her a dry set of clothing. Faye took it, but only because she was cold.
"His time is running thin. He will be here soon." Faye tugged at the zipper on the back of dress and froze when Vicious laid his fingers on her shoulder to steady her while he unzipped the back of the damp evening gown.
"Why don't you just let me find the damn blueprint and then turn me in for the bounty? You don't have to bring Spike into all of this." His hands remained on her flesh. It was enough to cause her to vomit on the spot.
"Dear Faye....sweet, naive Faye. Who said I was turning you in for a bounty?" She bit her bottom lip and sucked back her fear. "I WILL kill Spike. And you will remain with me until I become bored of you." He finally released her and opened the door to disappear from sight. "And I assure you, Ms. Valentine, that the day I become bored of you is far, far away."
"The bracelet!" Elizabeth jumped up in the middle of Spike's dramtic tell of boy meets girl, boy fights with girl, boy dies, boy comes back to girl only to have bad guy revived and take girl away.
"I wasn't finished. Wait...the bracelet for the Redtail? THAT'S what holds the blueprint?!" Elizabeth shook her head, silently berating Spike for his foolishness.
"No...My dear, the actual weapon is hidden in the bracelet. It's secure for now. Duke's voice was the key to open it. It should still be like that. I doubt that man would ever give the Redtail up." Spike scratched the green mop he liked to call hair and grinned like a nervous highschool boy.
"Funny you should mention that...Faye owns the Redtail, actually."
"WHAT?!" She frantically pulled at the sides of her head, all the while making Spike think he had made a mistake in coming to this woman for help. "Why didn't you tell me that to begin with? Dammit. I worked on the project with Duke that whole time and he swore he would never let it fall into another's hands!!" She ran an apprehensive hand through her auburn hair, unsure of what to do now.
"Well how is the chemical released?"
"The blueprints and the actual weapon are stored in chip within that piece of jewelry. It's dormant as long as it is kept on its master's hand. Faye's the Redtail's master so it should be safe. The moment it touches unfamiliar flesh.....boom."
"Boom?" Spike's eyebrow began to twitch. He wasn't liking the sound of things.
"Big boom." A vial was pushed in front of his face as he searched for another cigarette. "Vaccine. Drink and then pass it on to Faye." She waved a small goodbye and raced back towards the subway she had walked off of.
"Hey! Wait! How do I pass it on?"
That was it. She had had enough of the isolation. Spike wasn't coming and she had to find a way out before she would become Vicious' sex puppet. She began to throw things around, hoping to create a weappon from something. And then it hit her: the glass shards. Faye raced to the bathroom and quietly closed the door, turning on the shower for its full effect. She then proceeded to pound the tub with all her might. Within moments, she could hear the door slam open. She gripped sharp mirror in her hands.
"Can you come help me please? I've seem to have fallen and can't get up." Footsteps. Faye was becoming to anxious for her own good. The door was thrown open, steam clouding up the man's figure. Faye waited for the mist to disperse before lashing out like the animal whom was caged and ready to flee. But she paused in mid step as the mossy hair and the lanky figure focused in front of her.
"What the hell are you doing here Spike?!"
Emptiness can make us see the wildest things. People have reported seeing the messiah before death because they need something to go home to. Widows claim to see their lost spouses walk among their halls, searching for the love they cherished so deeply. Others seem to see alien saucers in hopes of explaining great mysteries during summers of lounging and getting fat off pop and hamburgers. Faye's desloation was causing her to see the one thing she was praying to see. Her was her messiah; her rescuer. He was her lost love; forever fighting his past in order to regain something a little bit more satisfying. He was her U.F.O ; something she wanted to believe in until it hurt so she wouldn't seem so crazy for loving him in the first place. He was her Spike. The benevolent being that had somehow picked up the scattered remains of the shrew and glued her back together, piece by bitchy piece. And yet she had almost thought of him as helpless and reckless. Not giving a damn before her being. Yeah, lonliness can do that to a person.
Well.....here it is. The fourth installment to the new chapters. I hope it's better. And i'll update with a brand new chapter as soon as possible. I still have other stories to attend to!
A Life Full Of Saturdays: Dazed and Confused
You know the saying 'you don't know true loneliness until you're playing Solitaire on a dusty bed, awaiting that certain person's arrival to save you from a certain doom'? Of course not. Faye Valentine hadn't even heard of it, but she was living the scenario to the very last detail. She knew that Vicious had given the cowboy forty eight hours, and she was slowly counting down to the very last second in her head. What else was there to do? She had put on a show, at the stake of her life and was then greeted by a deck of cards. She thanked the guard who presented them to her, but really, how much fun was Solitaire after thirty games? She groaned out loud, hitting the bed with more force she thought she could exert.
"I have to get out of here before I go crazy..", she mumbled and shuffled through her damp locks for the pins that had held her hair up ealier before getting doused by tons of water. She mentally congratulated herself when her fingers rubbed up against the soft metal of the hair pins and pulled it out with a few strands of hair and choice words. She then proceed to the bathroom to pick up one of the many shards that lay from the broken mirror in the sink. And then it was back to work on the door, the hairpin being shoved in every which way until a click would open her door to freedom. "Faye, you are a freaking genius." She quietly giggled to herself as the door pushed open and Faye scanned the area before poking her head out into the hall. Deserted. So much for being guarded. She promptly removed the high heels she had been forced to wear and headed down the extravagant hallway, glass shard in hand and ready to tango with any man she came upon. However her plan was soon cancelled as she abruptly ran into the chest of someone she hadn't expected - Vicious. She raised her hand defiantly, ready to strike the gangster if she had to.
"Back off Vicious! I'm armed and I want out of here." Her voice was dangerously low and husky. But Vicious' glare could kill ghosts. And he grabbed the wrist holding her weapon of choice and squeezed until she dropped it in pain.
"You are more trouble than you're worth Ms. Valentine." With that said, Faye was privately escorted back to her room.
Spike had sent a message to Elizabeth an hour after he had met up with Boxer and received a return message agreeing to meet him at the small organic garden about two blocks away from Frank's Auto. That had been three hours ago and the suspense was gnawing at his insides. He couldn't just stand around and wait for some oldtimer to waltz in whenever she saw fit. A woman's life was on the line! He lit a cigarette and sighed.
"She's not coming."
"He's not coming." Faye sprawled out on the bed when she reached her perception that Spike may have indeed left her here to rot. No, he couldn't have done that. Vicious was involved. That was reason enough for him to hightail it over here. A low snicker resonated through the hollow room. Faye hadn't realized that Vicious was still in the room.
"No, he'll come. What his motivation will be...even I do not know." Faye leapt from the bed and inched over to Vicious, her fists balled and courage emitting from her body.
"You think you have Spike so figured out. But you have no idea what goes through his head." He simply smirked at her.
"And you do?" Faye's head lowered as the truth became unveiled. No, of course she didn't know what went on through his head. Only one person actually had an idea of what went on through his mind. And that one person was Julia. The one person Faye could never be.
"No. No I don't. I'm not Julia. But Spike WILL come for me." Vicious turned to walk out. He had heard enough from the bounty huntress.
"Who are you trying to persuade?" Herself. She knew it, too. She wanted to convince herself that Spike could manage to fly by his love for the dangerous angel and put the past behind him for Faye's sake. She shook the thoughts from her head. Spike was her friend, her comrade. They had saved each other's lives on numerous occasions. He would come through for her. She just knew it.
"This better be important kid. I'm a very busy person." Spike turned to meet a woman in forties but the same despite the aged appearance. He threw the cigarette to ground and rubbed it into the dirt with his shoe.
"I need your help. Do you know anyone by the name of Faye Valentine?" Her wild blue eyes dilated for a moment before a genuine smile arose on her lips. She shuffled around for her sunglasses and motioned for Spike to take a walk with her through the gardens.
"Yeah. She was a good person. Had a little attitude but...." She wandered off the sentence for a moment, as if searching for the right words to complete it. She didn't hate the girl. If anything, she respected her loyalty. "...she was the one who contacted all of us about Duke's death. Didn't stick around for the funeral. Which I guess is understandable. She looked like she was in alot of trouble, ya know?" Spike rested his palms on the top of his head as he listened to Elizabeth. Part of him was in a hurry, but if the lady had any 'interesting' details about Faye that could prove to be useful in future situations, then so be it.
"Touble doesn't even begin to describe it..."
"That bad, huh? Anyway...why do you wanna know about Faye?" She tugged at the corner of her zirconia sunglasses.
"She's in trouble again." Elizabeth stopped and stared at Spike, willing him to continue. "Duke gave her something and I need to know where to find it before she gets hurt." She pulled off her glasses and tucked them back into the black coat she sported.
"I'll help in any way I can." A half smirk jerked at the corners of his mouth.
"I was hopin you would say that."
Faye was a wild animal caged in a weird science experiment. And she wanted out. She would desperately claw at the door, begging the guard to give her some fresh air. When the begging wouldn't work, she would pace in front of the door, awaiting Vicious so that she could unleash a physical attack on the bastard. Her wish was soon granted, for the mobster entered the room and handed her a dry set of clothing. Faye took it, but only because she was cold.
"His time is running thin. He will be here soon." Faye tugged at the zipper on the back of dress and froze when Vicious laid his fingers on her shoulder to steady her while he unzipped the back of the damp evening gown.
"Why don't you just let me find the damn blueprint and then turn me in for the bounty? You don't have to bring Spike into all of this." His hands remained on her flesh. It was enough to cause her to vomit on the spot.
"Dear Faye....sweet, naive Faye. Who said I was turning you in for a bounty?" She bit her bottom lip and sucked back her fear. "I WILL kill Spike. And you will remain with me until I become bored of you." He finally released her and opened the door to disappear from sight. "And I assure you, Ms. Valentine, that the day I become bored of you is far, far away."
"The bracelet!" Elizabeth jumped up in the middle of Spike's dramtic tell of boy meets girl, boy fights with girl, boy dies, boy comes back to girl only to have bad guy revived and take girl away.
"I wasn't finished. Wait...the bracelet for the Redtail? THAT'S what holds the blueprint?!" Elizabeth shook her head, silently berating Spike for his foolishness.
"No...My dear, the actual weapon is hidden in the bracelet. It's secure for now. Duke's voice was the key to open it. It should still be like that. I doubt that man would ever give the Redtail up." Spike scratched the green mop he liked to call hair and grinned like a nervous highschool boy.
"Funny you should mention that...Faye owns the Redtail, actually."
"WHAT?!" She frantically pulled at the sides of her head, all the while making Spike think he had made a mistake in coming to this woman for help. "Why didn't you tell me that to begin with? Dammit. I worked on the project with Duke that whole time and he swore he would never let it fall into another's hands!!" She ran an apprehensive hand through her auburn hair, unsure of what to do now.
"Well how is the chemical released?"
"The blueprints and the actual weapon are stored in chip within that piece of jewelry. It's dormant as long as it is kept on its master's hand. Faye's the Redtail's master so it should be safe. The moment it touches unfamiliar flesh.....boom."
"Boom?" Spike's eyebrow began to twitch. He wasn't liking the sound of things.
"Big boom." A vial was pushed in front of his face as he searched for another cigarette. "Vaccine. Drink and then pass it on to Faye." She waved a small goodbye and raced back towards the subway she had walked off of.
"Hey! Wait! How do I pass it on?"
That was it. She had had enough of the isolation. Spike wasn't coming and she had to find a way out before she would become Vicious' sex puppet. She began to throw things around, hoping to create a weappon from something. And then it hit her: the glass shards. Faye raced to the bathroom and quietly closed the door, turning on the shower for its full effect. She then proceeded to pound the tub with all her might. Within moments, she could hear the door slam open. She gripped sharp mirror in her hands.
"Can you come help me please? I've seem to have fallen and can't get up." Footsteps. Faye was becoming to anxious for her own good. The door was thrown open, steam clouding up the man's figure. Faye waited for the mist to disperse before lashing out like the animal whom was caged and ready to flee. But she paused in mid step as the mossy hair and the lanky figure focused in front of her.
"What the hell are you doing here Spike?!"
Emptiness can make us see the wildest things. People have reported seeing the messiah before death because they need something to go home to. Widows claim to see their lost spouses walk among their halls, searching for the love they cherished so deeply. Others seem to see alien saucers in hopes of explaining great mysteries during summers of lounging and getting fat off pop and hamburgers. Faye's desloation was causing her to see the one thing she was praying to see. Her was her messiah; her rescuer. He was her lost love; forever fighting his past in order to regain something a little bit more satisfying. He was her U.F.O ; something she wanted to believe in until it hurt so she wouldn't seem so crazy for loving him in the first place. He was her Spike. The benevolent being that had somehow picked up the scattered remains of the shrew and glued her back together, piece by bitchy piece. And yet she had almost thought of him as helpless and reckless. Not giving a damn before her being. Yeah, lonliness can do that to a person.