Chapter 3: Faye's Haunted Past
Spike and Faye stood outside the abandoned building. They were checking their weapons. When they were satisfied Spike said, "Be careful."
"Always," Faye said. She cocked her gun and then with Spikes help, she kicked in the door.
Diego sat on the floor Indian-style, looking down. He seemed to be concentrating on something. He was a man of 70, still tall and vibrant. His hair was the color of Faye's without so much as a patch of gray in it.
"Don't move," Spike commanded. Diego let out a low sinister laugh, and looked up. His face falling in the shadows, but his bright green eyes burned through the darkness. His eyes seemed hauntingly familiar to her. Suddenly it hit her and her face softened, only for a moment, and then grew hard again with rage and pain. Spike noticing the change asked her what was wrong. She could say nothing.
"What's the matter my dear, dear sister? You look like you have seen a ghost," Diego said laughing coldly.
"No, I've found myself a worthless human being, soon to become a ghost," Faye said, her voices seething with hatred.
"Why do you say such harsh things to you own brother?" Diego asked.
"Because you tried to have me killed, you bastard! You own sister," Faye said icily.
"You don't look dead to me. Obviously I should have fired the guy I hired to take care of my dirty work," Diego said hatefully.
"Faye...I thought you didn't remember anything about your life before the accident," Spike aid confused.
"I didn't until I saw his eyes. He's the reason, I was in the accident. I was running from the dumbass he hired to kill me, and was hit by a car," Faye explained. "You took my life away from me, Diego. Now it is time to pay in full...with yours!" Before she could pull the trigger, Diego had drawn his own gun, and shot her. She didn't realize it at first, and then a burning pain like nothing she had ever known tore through her midsection. She looked down and saw a hole the size of a quarter, and blood welling out of it. Another shot rang out and she dropped to the floor, the gun falling from her hand and skidding across the floor.
"Faye!" Spike yelled out, rushing to her side as she fell. She was shaking violently, and her breathing was shallow. Spike examined her wounds. There was still time to saver her life, if only he could get her out of here.
"Spike...," Faye whispered. He looked down at her tears of rage and pain filling his eyes, and making his vision blurry.
"Don't talk Faye. Save your strength" he said letting the tears fall. She reached up to touch his face.
"I love you, Spike.... Get out of hear...before he kills you too...," Faye said weakly.
"Just goes to prove if you want something done, you got to do it yourself," Diego said gleefully.
Spike looked up from Faye. She had passed out, from the blood loss. He had to get her out soon, or she would die. "You...BASTARD!" Spike rose to his feet and lunged at Diego, knocking the gun from his hands.
Faye's mind swam in a void of unconsciousness. She could feel the pain, and was aware, somewhere in the distance, that Spike was tussling with Diego. She knew she had to wake up and find her gun. Diego had to die. He'd caused her so much pain...and now he threatened the life of the one person that she had been able to bring herself to love. She struggled out of the darkness. Her eyes opened and her vision adjusted. She looked around for her gun, and saw it about five feet away. She mustered all her determination and strength, ignoring her body's pleas for her to stop, and began crawling towards the gun.
Spike was beating the hell out of Diego. He was just starting to feel good about it, that he was going to win and get Faye out alive, when the tables turned. He was thrown to the ground, and gun was shoved in his mouth.
"Time to finish this. Soon you will be with your dear, sweet Faye," Diego said, laughing maniacally, as he moved to pull the trigger.