Dream To See You

by Rachel2

The hair on the back of Spike's neck stood on end. "Where are you Faye?" He could feel her standing behind him, haunting him. His dreams are becoming real. Spike. Faye. AU fic.

3. Chapter 3

Dream To See You

Chapter 3

By: Rachel*

Rated: R

Genre: Romance/Supernatural

E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com

Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net – www.DoujinshiAdoptions.cjb.net

I've got a new site out and on the internet! It's in hopes to get my doujinshi scanlated into English for all you guys who liked the doujinshi on my site (listed above) I'm now trying to get ALL MY DOUJIN SCANLATED! My Bebop ones, my Fruits Basket ones, my Spirited Away one, and even some Saiyuki Doujinshi!!! I placed the link at the bottom of the page. Also, for those who wanted to know, more Bebop characters will be showing up now. ^_^ Jet, Ed, and Ein will make an appearance in the fic as well. ^_^ Also, hint** what does Doukutsu stand for? *.* It took a little research for it, but I figured it out ^_^ REVIEW!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.

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          Spike held his breath as he stood in the hallway of his apartment. By his side sat two suitcases, and the red box with the dagger inside. He was still limping from the big gash in his leg; he refused to see the doctors about it. It wasn't that bad…he just needed to keep tending to his wound. He stared at his palms and the two cuts that were healing rather nicely. He stared at everything in front of him. "Leave it all behind…" he mumbled. He stepped forward and looked in the living room. His eyes fell upon the art easel and blank canvas along with his sketchbook on the coffee table. He sighed and grabbed them. Holding the canvas up with his teeth, he clenched onto the wood and growled as he tried to hold the easel somehow. He found hanging the easel around his neck and letting it dangle from his back was easiest, while sticking his sketchbook into his half empty suitcase…he then headed towards the kitchen after setting things down.

          This was when his eyes fell upon something he knew would irk Julia to death if he took it. A malicious, yet still mischievous grin crawled across his face. "You're coming with me my friend." He grabbed the grinning ladybug from the wall socket and tossed it into the suitcase and locked it. "Goodbye life." He muttered and left everything he'd built up over the past two years behind. He turned towards his door and locked it before heading down to his car.

          He dialed Julia's office number on his CP, yet still managed to hold the canvas in his mouth as he got to his car and placed everything into the trunk. "Yes, this is Spike…" he trailed off. "No, I just wanted to let her know I'm going away, and Julia can get her stuff out of the apartment now." He sighed. "Yeah thanks, bye." He hung up. Taking a deep breath he looked around at the city traffic and the handfuls of people bustling around shouting and laughing. "Goodbye city life." He looked down and hobbled into the drivers' seat and started the engine and rolled out into the mid-afternoon streets and headed out to his new place.

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          "Hello Twin Peaks…" Spike muttered as he stared at his road map. Spike squinted his eyes as he tried to read the road signs, the rain teemed down in droves, and the night enveloped the world in a blanket of darkness. "Damn weather," he mumbled and turned right and headed up the mountainside towards his new house. He'd already picked up the keys from the realtor who was surprised to hear that he had broken off his engagement with Julia.

          He yawned and sipped from the soda he had grabbed at a local store down in the small town at the base of the mountain. He smiled feebly as he turned right into the driveway that was lined with two miles of pines and oaks. He dialed his phone. It was already nine thirty at night. "Hello?" The voice mumbled into the phone.

          Spike smiled. "Hey, yeah I made it." The reception on his CP wasn't too good, then again he was on top of a mountain. He parked his car and let the windshield wipers whip back and forth. Spike narrowed his eyes as an oak leaf got stuck under the left wiper, and persisted in staying there to irritate him. "No, it's raining here too. It wasn't the rain so much as it was trying to read the signs..." A loud crack of thunder rumbled through the sky, shaking the mountain. Spike shuddered as he saw a flash of lightning not far from his new house. "Yeah, actually it's really close to me, so I think I'm going to get going? Alright, I'll see you in two weeks then…yeah later Shin." Spike stared outside in complete silence at the place he had just moved into. Well, moved to…not into. He groaned rolling his head back. "What have I done?" He sighed.

          It was a one floor house that resembled something similar to a Shinto shrine. It had an angled, red terracotta roof, complete with mounds of green moss, and the occasional tree sapling sprouting on top. The house itself was made of cherry wood with a resting room with two paper sliding doors to your left. One door was torn, and falling in allowing water to leak inside. A porch ran around the outside, the back hand an extension that was surrounded by a rock garden with a broken water fountain. It of course was broken, and leaked out of a Japanese style lantern that was also made of rock. Following that was a tea room surrounded by bamboo that ran all along the back of the property. A beautiful fixer upper the realtor had said. "Bullshit…" Spike growled. "The place is shot to hell," he smirked. "The again, so is my life, so at least we'll be getting along, right?" The low rumble of thunder was his only reply.

          Spike started his car again, and pulled up to the porch so he wouldn't have to get as wet when running back and forth in the rain. Holding his breath for a second, he opened his car door and ran out. Spike grabbed his two suitcases and left behind the art easel, canvas, and red box in the car. A bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree and Spike flinched as he heard the loud crack and the roar of thunder followed by the swoosh of the fallen tree that had just lost its battle with the war of nature. "Spike," Spike threw his belongings inside the house and shouted out throwing his arms in the air.

          "Don't you dare Faye!" Spike hissed. "Not now, I don't want to talk to you, so just leave me alone!" Spike shouted outside towards the rain as he clenched his fists and stomped forward, slamming the door shut. "Leave me be…" His shut his eyes and took a slow deep breath letting go of his tension. There was another flash of light and Spike razed his hands to his face and fell back landing onto the wooden floor. His two-toned brown eyes opened and he looked up hatefully at the little droplets of water that painfully dripped onto his forehead. It was a cruel Chinese water torture and the icing on his cake. His clothes were soaked, and he had only been outside for at most two minutes as he had gathered his belongings. "Do you hate me? Is that it Faye? You don't really want me to help you, do you?" He cried out tearing at the roots of his hair. "Just stop! I don't want to be your savior…I want to sleep in peace, I want to—" Spike covered his mouth and didn't let the words leave his mind.

          He never in his twenty-seven years of life had ever considered suicide until that very moment. He reached over and grabbed his suitcase. The navy one with the pink ribbon… It was Julia's suitcase that he taken with him. He didn't care if she missed it; he needed to use something to carry his things in. Spike grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills and took one out and held the small pink pill in the palm of his hand. "Smaller than a fingernail but strong enough to keep you out of my dreams Faye." he smiled. "Salvation has arrived, and it's called…" He trailed off, it was too dark to read the label, and the name was too long to pronounce to begin with. "Goodbye Faye," He sighed, and popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed shaking his head as it slowly slipped down his throat.

          "Spike, don't…" She whispered as the wind leaked through the cracks, and small gaps in the house, making a low moaning noise. Spike covered his ears and shook his head.

          "Shut up!" He screamed. "I said leave me be, if you're going to die, die! Be at peace!" He stood up and screamed looking around him. He couldn't see her but could feel her presence everywhere. He bowed his head as a wave of dizziness washed over him. "Don't Faye, just go." He mumbled, his voice low, as he stumbled into the wall next to him. He staggered into the living room, and fell onto a beaten up, moldy couch with a sheet layered in dust that lay on top of it. "…but don't leave me…alone." He his left arm fell to his side and swept against the floor while his eyes slid shut and he fell into a deep dreamless sleep for the first time in what seemed like forever. He sighed. He could still feel her presence.

          "Spike," The voice whispered, and cried quietly before fading away.

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         Birds chirped and sang their little tunes as the rain dripped off the leaves of the trees to the ground, splashing into the several large puddles in Spike's large driveway. Spike's eyes closed tightly before he yawned and stretched into the air. He listened and gaped in amazement, he didn't hear a single car passing by. Instead he heard birds that were singing. Most of all, he was shocked that Faye hadn't haunted his dreams. Something tasted bad in his mouth, he didn't know if it was from the couch or the wrenching feeling that was aching through his body. He looked out the window and shook his head as the sun beamed into his eyes. His stomach growled and he suddenly remembered he had forgotten to buy any food. Yawning, Spike stood up and walked out and cracked his neck, and back.

          "Hey there mister!" a voice called. Spike blinked at the unfamiliar sound of civilization. He stared towards the line of trees by his driveway to see a thin, tall young girl waving and bouncing about. "Who are you?" She piped.

          Spike forwarded his eyebrows and waved back lightly. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Spike called back.

          "Edward here! Everyone just calls me Ed!" She laughed jogging closer. "What's your name mister?" She called back, still keeping her distance.

          Spike leaned into the beam holding up part of the porch. "Spike." He called back. "Spike, just call me Spike…do you live around here Ed?" Spike frowned it was an odd name for a girl. Her eyes were golden, and her hair was a red-orange color, short, and curly too, much like his.

          She nodded. "Uncle and Ed live down about a mile!" She laughed and waved some more jogging a little closer. "Did ya just move here?"

          Spike eyed the girl again, she seemed a little odd. She was dressed in a pair of tattered, black jeans and a white t-shirt. Her bubbly laugh was pestering, and annoying, but he didn't let it show. "Yeah…how old are you, should you really be walking around by yourself, what if someone hurt you, or took you away—"

          "Who's here to do that? Unless you're a kidnapper mister." she narrowed her eyes and Spike arched an eyebrow up at her and in spite smiled at the kid. She was right, even if she was little; her greatest danger was the wildlife, and the risk of getting lost on the mountain.

          "I said call me Spike," he mumbled and walked towards his car, grabbing his canvas, and easel.

          She pouted and skipped towards the broken door. "Ed used to play in this house, did you just move here?" She asked him again. Spike glanced over and nodded. So much for locked doors, nothing kept the wildlife out... "Can I still play in it? Until you get it cleaned up Spike-person?" She shouted, as she ran towards the kitchen, skipping over the hole in the floor and sliding on the wet, tile surface from another leak in the ceiling.

          "Spike-person?" he mumbled. "Well, I don't know…shouldn't you ask your uncle?" Spike sighed. "What if I am a kidnaper?"

          She shook her head. "If you were, you wouldn't have just said that." She winked and grabbed the old teacups and tried to run the water.

          Spike groaned again and trudged forward. "There isn't any water either?" Now it was Spike's turn to pout.

          Ed patted his head. "Spike-person has bad luck by the looks of it…and messy hair too." She smiled and ran outside to the tearoom. "Thanks Spike-person for letting me play here!" She laughed and waved as she opened the sliding doors and walked inside the tearoom. Spike still felt groggy from the sleeping pill he had taken, and had a knot in his lower back and shoulders from sleeping on the couch all night. He walked around the house weakly. The kitchen was fine, except for the lack of running water, and the broken window above the sink. The floor was tiled, and counters were a scratched wood with a protective seal.

          To the right of him was the pantry, and the two bedrooms, both had bathrooms, the one on the right had the master bath, and was going to be his room. Spike walked in and sighed. No bed, no bed frame, the walls were filthy, just like the rest of the house. "I'm going to be spending the rest of my life cleaning this place…" Spike mumbled.

          "Spike-person, have you been out in the tearoom yet?!" Ed shouted. Spike jumped in surprise. He looked down at her and suddenly had an idea pop into the back of his mind.

          "Yes, I was here once before, when Julia and I…" He frowned. "When I bought this place." he corrected. "Hey, do you want a job? I'll pay you to help me clean up the place; afterwards you can use the tearoom all you want." Spike smiled as Ed thought over his offer.

          "How much?" Spike smirked. She wasn't stupid, he'd give her that much.

          Spike shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. How much should I pay you? Are you even fourteen?" Spike took a seat in the old kitchen chair and surprisingly, it didn't fall to shambles on him.

          Ed smiled coyly. "Well, Ed's friend gets paid eight bucks an hour just to baby-sit, and since I'll be doing a lot more work…" She trialed off as Spike got the idea.

          "You're not cheap in other words…" Spike looked around; the place really was a disaster. "How's ten bucks an hour sound?"

          Ed grinned and clapped her hands together. "Thanks Spike-person!" She laughed. "I'm going to go tell uncle, and tell him to come by and say hi to you, okay?"

          Spike ran his fingers through his matted hair, and nodded. "Sure, do what you want. I'm going to go out soon to have some people come and check out my water and electricity." Spike stood and flicked the three light switches, nothing worked in this house except for the phones. He walked over to the small phone on the kitchen counter, and smiled as he heard the dial tone.

          Ed nodded. "How's late this afternoon sound?" Spike nodded. "Okay, we'll stop by then! See you later Spike-person!" She ran out of the house through the resting room's broken door, and down the driveway laughing and clasping her hands together.

          "I think I've just been had by a little kid." Spike sighed and bowed his head. Spike walked back out to the car and grabbed his other belongings and dragged them back into the house where they wouldn't get ruined. Next he fixed his hair up a bit and locked the door and headed down the mountain towards the little town known as Doukutsu, whatever that stood for.

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          Spike parked in the town's parking lot. He sighed when he looked down both sides of the street. The town was only about two miles long, nothing compared to the city. He grimaced as a kid sped by him on his bike and laughed. His first stop was to the Electric and Water Company.

          After sending the men up to his house he headed towards the food store. The people from the Electric and Water Companies, both said that they knew his family and said that they'd have the work done by the time he got back. Spike looked at his watch it was already getting late. The workers laughed at him at first when he said who he was, until he showed them his drivers' license. They looked like they had seen a ghost. Pale faced, lips parted, and stared in utter shock as they gazed down at his identification.

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          Spike sighed and stared at the corner store. "Baker's Grocery…" Spike mumbled, reading the name out loud.

          "Here on vacation?" A man startled Spike and he turned looking behind him. "I'd recognize your face if you've been around here before, you're new blood in his town." The man was older, maybe around his mid sixties, gray hair, and faded green eyes. He patted Spike on the shoulder and walked towards the store. "Well, are you coming in, or not?"

          Spike nodded and stepped forward. "I just bought the house at the top of the mountain. I'm Spike Spiegel…" The man straightened and turned back.

          He narrowed his eyes and leaned towards Spike. "You're a Spiegel?" The man said it like his family was a disease. "Well, welcome to Doukutsu then." Spike nodded and grabbed a basket. The man smirked. "Don't know a thing, do you…?" He sighed and shook his head.

          Spike stopped and looked back at the old guy. "What are you talking about? Is there something wrong with my house? Tell me…"

          The man's green eyes narrowed. "Ask around, you still need to find out what Doukutsu means, before you go digging up the past Mr. Spiegel. I'd take a shopping cart; the people are working on fixing up your house, am I right?"

          Spike bowed his head and suddenly felt like he was being singled out. First the people who were working on his house and now this old guy, what was going on? He really wished he could have talked to Annie more. Spike frowned and placed his basket back and grabbed a shopping cart, and warily walked the aisles for his needed necessities. He stopped when he reached the aisle stocked with alcohol. He arched an eyebrow and then remembered that this prefecture of Mars allowed alcohol to be sold in general stores. He looked at the rows and grabbed two kinds of draft beers and a bottle of champagne just incase. He already had several things that filled the cart all the way. The old guy was right, picking a cart over a basket that is…

          Another hour had passed by since he had entered the little store. It wasn't actually all that little, once you walked inside you found out that yes, it was indeed narrow, but went back a ways. Spike pushed his cart to the counter and the man eyed him. "Do you take credit cards here, or are you too close nit to accept any money at all?" Spike mocked, as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.

          The man simply smiled and shook his head weakly. He took the card from Spike's fingertips as he rang up the bill. "Have a nice time here Mr. Spiegel." He stared blankly at Spike as he handed him back the credit card and let Spike bag his own items.

          Spike rolled his eyes. "Like that could ever happen…" Spike trailed off as he finished placing his food and various trinkets into paper bags. Spike pushed the cart with his belongings out to his car and left the cart in the middle of the parking spot, just to be spiteful. The old man chuckled as he watched him.

          "You're a Spiegel alright." He nodded his head and leaned back in his chair. His eye closed and he sighed. "Lifetimes of our families waiting and he finally shows up." He yawned and looked at the clock. "Time for a nap." He nodded his head and shut his eyes, sinking into his chair.

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          Spike narrowed his eyes and cranked up the radio as he drove around the sharp bend and mountain's edge. He switched gears and sped up a little more, letting himself get up to sixty-five. Coming up to his turn faster than he thought Spike cursed and slammed his foot on his brake, leaving black skid marks in the road. He looked towards his drive and then remembered Ed's words. He slowly drove up to his house and frowned when he came over the steep hill and saw a series of trucks and a large dumpster parked by the front of his house. Ed bounced up behind him from out of nowhere. "Spi-Spi," she laughed pressing her face into the glass and tapping her hands, leaving fingerprints all over the outside.

          Spike sighed. It was bad enough that she'd called him Spike-person, but now to call him Spi-Spi? Spike frowned and started to unroll the window. She grimaced as the glass pulled at her skin a little and then she pulled back. "You're here again Ed?" Spike sighed. "Is your uncle here too?" Ed grinned nodding her head, she pointed past Spike to his left.

          Spike pouted in question and turned only to widen his eyes when he met face to face with a grinning man. He was older, or at least looked it, and his hair was black and balding. "Hello!" he called through the closed window as Spike rolled it down. "Ed seems to have made a new friend. Is it true you're going to have her help you clean up the place?"

          Spike nodded reaching his hand out to her uncle's hand. "I'm Spike, yeah she dropped by in the morning and I told her could still play around the house as long as she was helping me clean up in the beginning." Spike glanced over at Ed who laughed and ran towards the other trucks.

          Jet sighed shaking his head. "Always going from person to person without a care," he mumbled.

          Spike frowned. "Aren't you worried someone would try to take her, or hurt her?" Spike put his car into park and turned off the engine after he pulled up a little more, and turned off his car. He stepped out and opened his truck. Jet walked back and grabbed a bag shrugging his shoulders.

          "No one to worry about, except for you that is…" He trailed off eyeing Spike. Spike's eyes widened a little and Jet laughed. "The last time I saw you Spike, you were two years old and your dad was pushing you down the drive in a stroller having a panic attack because you wouldn't stop crying." Jet sighed shaking his head. "I'm guessing you don't remember that do you?"

          Spike looked over at Jet startled by his words. "No, I don't remember ever being here before when I was little." Spike murmured and grabbed two bags in his arms and stumbled towards his house. "You knew my father?"

          Jet blinked. "He's never told you about me?" Jet sighed. "That disappoints me, do you know his number, I would like to call him some…" Jet trailed off when Spike bowed his head and shook it from side to side.

          "I'm sorry, no one told you?" Jet frowned. "My father died when I was ten years old." Jet gritted his teeth and shook his head.

          "God, I'm sorry kid—"

          Spike shook his head. "It's fine. You didn't know, and I'm sure you weren't expecting him to be dead, so just don't think anything of it." Spike sighed. "He was a in a car crash. I was at home, talking to him and telling him to hurry home so he could see the good grade I got on my math test. We'd spent the whole night studying and it was my first one-hundred percent." Spike sighed shaking his head. "It wasn't his fault, a truck ran the red light and crashed into him, he was killed instantly they said." Spike walked around the trucks and looked around, wondering where everyone was. "Don't worry about it; I was living with my aunt for the rest of the time."

          Jet nodded, feeling guilty for saying anything. "So what are you doing for a living?" Spike held the door for Jet as he heard a series of voices laughing, hammers, saws, and several other unknown tools in use.

          "I'm a lawyer, I work in the city." Spike smirked as Jet nodded his head, impressed. "I just broke off my engagement with my fiancée and my Aunt just passed away too, so I kind of had to get away from the stress." The voices in the other rooms fell silent as Spike walked into the kitchen. His kitchen was nearly spotless. He set down his bags and stood up; he stiffened as the one man dropped his hammer.

          A man coughed. "You're home sooner than we thought. We thought it'd be nice to clean some for you, hope you don't mind—"

          "What do you want with me?" Spike mumbled. "What's with this town? Why is my family so important to it? Why am I so important to this town? I know it's not some damn small town hospitality, so some give me an honest answer!" Everyone stared at him. Jet bowed his head and walked outside and onto the porch.

          The man with his hammer sighed and shook his head. "What can I tell you Mr. Spiegel? First off, we fixed your water…" He walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet and Spike stared lifelessly as the water dispelled through the pipes and into his sink. "Your electricity is working too…" He pointed to the electrician who flicked on the lights to the kitchen. Spike turned and lifelessly stared at the electrician. "You see, we had left the place in more shambles than it was already in, and figured, since we'd already started cleaning, we might as well do the whole thing." He smirked.

          Spike eyed the grinning man with a death filled glare. He inched closer. Spike, who stood at six feet, three inches tall, toward over the man who must have only been five foot five… He was tempted to punch him square in the nose, and listen to the loud cry of the man as the cartilage snapped and he went crashing to the floor. Spike merely grinned at the thought. "I want you to leave." His voice was angry and deep.

          The man backed up and frowned. "Sir, we haven't finished—"

          "If you're not going to answer my questions, then leave!" Spike razed his voice and growled, pointing towards the front door. "All of you out, now! I don't care about the cost of anything; just send me a bill and go!" His eyes blazed as they all, complete with grinning faces gathered their belongings and left. Spike looked around, and despite his anger, he was happy to see at least one sanitary room. Jet waltzed back in and stared out the window as he saw Ed go bouncing into the tearoom. "They even fixed my damned broken window." He narrowed his eyes poking at the new piece of glass.

          He looked at Spike who just sighed and walked outside and grabbed some more grocery bags, after pulling his car up to the front door. "You've been dubbed the watcher of the village, so to speak, that's why they all act like you're high and mighty."

          Spike turned and looked at Jet uneasily. "Your family has taken charge and been like the ruler or mayor of this place for many generations. Your father would have no part it in, and left not soon after he'd moved here. He was a good man, and knew what he wanted, and what he wanted for his son. He's in a better place now, I'm sure of that."

          Spike nodded, and stared at the old refrigerator that seemed to also be working. He opened the door and was ready to wriggle up his nose but sighed when he saw that the men had also cleaned out it as well. He began to stick the food in its needed places. He'd bought paper plates and plastic silverware, thinking that they would do for the time being. "You and Ed want to stay and eat here? I'll cook something up if you'd like…" he trailed off as Jet grabbed the milk and put it away in the fridge.

          He blinked. "I've already got dinner cooking actually, but you're welcome to come to my place."

          Spike shook his head. "Maybe next time, I'm just going to eat some soup and get some sleep…" Jet smirked and nodded his head.

          "Just like your father…" he sighed. "I'm going to go check on Ed, and then I think I'll get going.

          Spike sighed, trying to forget the words everyone was telling him. "That's fine. Tell Ed she can drop by around one tomorrow, okay?" Jet nodded and extended his hand and shook Spike's. Spike smiled and accepted the gesture.

          Jet shouted to Ed from the open sliding door and she bounced out of the tearoom and around the front of the house. "I'll have her here by one." He nodded. Spike sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He yawned and stared at the clock. It wasn't too late, not very late at all actually, but he was tired, and figured after he ate, he'd get some sleep. He pulled out an air mattress that he had bought at the camping and hiking store not far form the electricians, and began to set it up while his soup began to cook on the burner on the stove.

          He smiled as he pulled in the air pump and turned it on. It was noisy, but it did its job and started inflating the mattress. He yawned again and the sleeping pills dawned on his mind. After a minute he turned off the pump and began to close the valve and pressed his hand into the navy-blue velvet fabric that lay on top. He shivered as a chill washed over him and he shut the door thinking it was from the open sliding doors in the kitchen. "Spike," His brown eyes grew in shock as a pasty white hand landed on top of the mattress and a low hissed cry echoed in the room. His heart jumped into his throat and he cried out in surprise leaping back and cracking his head against the wall. He shook as his eyes opened and saw two arms that clawed at the fabric of the mattress and dragged along with them, a body. His terrified gaze slowly looked up until he locked eyes with a pained pair of emerald green ones.

          Her hair and body were soaked, as if she had been swimming in water. Her violet locks dripped onto the mattress. It was like she was real. This was the first time he had seen her so vividly. His hands shook, and he dug his nails in the sheet he was lying on top of. His lips trembled as she reeled back and cried out, but no noise left her pale lips. She cried as the tears from her eyes spilled off her cheeks and onto the wooden floor as she inched closer. Spike's heart was racing; he didn't know whether to run, or to stay. "Are you trying to kill me? Make me go insane? What do you want Faye?" He looked into her eyes begging for an answer of any kind.

          Faye was inches away from him. She was dressed in a long white, silk gown, not much different from the one Julia wore from time to time. She shivered, as if she herself was cold. She reached her hand out of touched his face. He shut his eyes and let out a hushed breath as the hairs on his arms stood up again. He let his eyes drifted open, and she was gone. He slid down the wall and onto his back and shuddered. "You Spike," she uttered, low and painfully.

          Spike covered his mouth and jumped again as he heard the sizzling of a pot that was boiling over. "Damn it!" He cursed and got up running into the kitchen as he tried to salvage his soup. His hands were shaking still and he nearly dropped the pot as he placed it on the back burner and turned off the stove. He fell to his knees and covered the right side of his face with his hand. He could feel the wetness of her hands, the black water of the cave, and the coolness of the air. "Oh, God," he whispered and shut his eyes as he fell onto his back again and shut his eyes. "Faye, what are you doing to me?" he crossed his arms and covered his face with his hands feeling hot tears welling in the corners of his eyes. He cried out in pain, much like Faye had. He shuddered and rolled onto his left side and pulled his knees towards his chest. He covered the right side of his face as if he had been struck and had been left with a bruise. He shook again as the tears rolled over his nose and onto the tile floor. "Why'd you go?" he sighed and let his eyes drift shut.

+_+ THE END! +.+ Not, really. Not even close! ^_^' The end of this chapter that is! I must thank my lovely beta reader B! (only saying this incase of personal reasons, I don't want to make you upset!) THANK YOU!! Also to those who e-mailed me, I'm going to be sticking with her until she gets sick of me ^_~ Sorry! -_-' heh ::death glares:: I know how you all love editing my errors and stuff…but, come one now. +_+ LoL, anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! I REALLY-REALLY want to know what you think of this chapter! ^_^

-Rachel*

PS – I need a Japanese translator interested in joining my scanlation group! You'd be helping me edit doujinshi of the non-hentai genre from series such as:

Cowboy Bebop

Spirited Away

Fruits Basket

Saiyuki

And soon even more. I'll need more than one, since I've got a large chunk of Bebop ones. My new one is REALLY cute, it's all s/f and it's one big story, not a bunch of mini stories! You'll find it on my doujinshi site along with a sample scan. For those who really want to see the whole thing raw, when I get it scanned and have a translator, I'll send it to my host and send you the ftp link so you can download it in a .zip file! ^_^