Dream to See You
Chapter 4
By: Rachel*
Rated: R
Genre: Romance/Supernatural
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Things start to slowly come into focus. What is the truth behind Faye? Is she real? Are their others involved? Will anyone believe Spike if they told them about seeing Faye? Will he find out the dark secrets that lie in the town of Doukutsu? NOTE* no one say what the towns name is in a review. I don't need you ruining it for others! Just e-mail me if you really want it ruined, or if you think you're right and just want to me to say yes or no. ^_^ Things are really going to start messing with your mind…or should I say Faye will mess with Spike's mind, which will in turn mess with you? +_+ See what I mean? ::cackles:: Oh the wondrous things running through my head. (This is what happens when you're an only child…::sighs:: +_+) ::dances to Pierrot's loud j-rock::
Thanks to my beta reader again too! ^_^ Thanks B!! ::huggles::
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
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His heart was pounding and ached as he opened his eyes. Spike moaned and tried to move his left arm but it had fallen asleep. He grimaced as he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck and moved his sleeping arm to his lap. He ran his hand over his face, keeping his eyes shut and his jaw clenched tightly as he pushing back his memories from last night.
He reached up, and touched his right cheek and remembered what had happened the following evening. "Shit," he cursed as he stood up and leaned into the counter. He hadn't eaten anything for about a day and a half. His stomach growled and he frowned. Taking wary steps Spike stumbled restlessly towards his bedroom. He paused and looked towards the blank art canvas, still lying in the hall. Faye's pale face flashed in his mind and he shuddered. She was frightening…like out of a horror movie, but too real, too sad; she looked like she was in such pain.
"Those tears…" he leaned into the bedroom door and rolled his head back. He nibbled at his bottom lip and flinched when he tore at the skin and it began to bleed. His hand went to his mouth and when he pulled back frowned at the light stain of blood. He quickly wiped it on his pants leg. "First you get me in my dreams, now you're getting me out of my dreams…kill me now." He mumbled without looking grabbed the doorknob and turned it. He whipped backwards and stumbled into the room. Spike stalled and remembered her slowly crawling across the mattress and reaching out for him. Crying, tears spilling off her cheeks in two steady streams; she shook, and cried out without any words being heard.
When she'd touched him though, that was the worst. The pain, anger, and fear, the sadness that consumed his body all at once was enough to make anyone go insane. He heard cries of pain, screams of help, the pounding of hands against some kind of muffled surface. His hands were shaking. His face was drained; his eyes had bags under them. "Where is the cave?" Spike questioned allowed. He narrowed his eyes. "Faye, don't you dare come out and scare the hell out of me again! I don't want an answer!" He hissed shouting up towards the ceiling. "I don't want an answer," he nodded his head, "Yet." He smiled despite his seriousness; it was sadly amusing, talking to a figment of his imagination. She was a simple fabrication of the mind, not real, right? Spike shook his head, she was more than that, and he knew could no longer deny that.
He quickly walked past where Faye had appeared and waltzed into the bathroom. He looked around and wrinkled his nose together. Mold was growing of the walls and ceiling surrounding the shower and large bathtub, while everything else was covered in a heavy layer of grime and filth. Spike rolled his eyes and walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. He looked at his watch it was still early. He could wait before he started cleaning. Spike nodded reassuring himself. He smirked; he could always just have Ed do it.
Spike walked out and looked at the clock on the oven. He figured Vicious was up by now; he would always be up around six in the morning, if not earlier. He walked over to the counter and rid his mind of the images of Faye's tear-streaked face. He shook his head violently, shivering as another chill swept by him. Spike picked up his phone and dialed his best friend's number, and let it ring several times. "Hello, Vicious's apartment…" The sound of a woman's voice startled him. He was even more bothered by the tone of voice; he knew that girl's voice.
Spike wet, his still bleeding lower lip, and blinked. "Julia?" His mouth hung open as he waited for a reply. Spike leaned into the back of the counter sighing. The woman who stole Julia's beautiful voice, hastily handed the phone over to Vicious who was scolding her for answering.
Spike covered his mouth and shut his eyes shaking his head. "Spike, Spike is that you?" He didn't answer. "Damn it, he hung up…"
Spike shook his head. "I'm here." He mumbled. He stared at the floor and slid down the counter and lower cabinet to the floor. No one had stolen Julia's voice, it was her. Spike's body began to shake as he heard her mumbled words. "I called to tell you I moved into the house…I guess you're busy though, I'll go—"
"Wait!" Vicious cut him off. "We didn't mean for this to happen…it just did—"
Spike laughed, and Vicious fell silent. "It doesn't really matter though, remember, I'm not marrying her, so I don't really care." Spike smiled and hug up the phone. He clenched his teeth his jaw bone flexed, and his fingers clutched onto the yellow, handheld telephone. "Damn it!" He cried out and chucked the little yellow phone into the wall across from him. It smacked into the pale yellow wallpaper doted with Black Eyed Susan's. He drew his knees to his chest and lowered his head. The phone broke open, and the batteries came flying back and bounced into the dishwasher next to him. "I called you my best friend, and you go and sleep with her." Spike dug his fingers into his shoulders. "Did you even love me?" He questioned Julia.
"Who, Ed?" a voice giggled. Spike relaxed and slowly looked up to see a familiar bubbly face staring down at him. "Spi-Spi, you look upset." She arched an eyebrow at him.
Spike wet his lips and suppressed his anger. "What are you doing here?" Spike muttered. "I said one o'clock, not," he looked at the stove, "Not seven." Spike rubbed his eyes feeling a small, but acute pain that was beginning to press at his temples.
"Ed didn't feel like waiting." She mused twirling a lock of her hair in her fingers as she chewed on her gum. "Can Ed get more money if she works all day, Spi-Spi?" Her eyes sparkled.
Spike shrugged his shoulders. "As long as you're cleaning the bathrooms, I'm fine." He grinned, trying not to let his problems show through to the little girl.
She sniffed into the air. Her face scribbled up like a prune as she leaned towards Spike and sniffed again. Ed backed away, with a look of disgust. "Even Ed showers in the mornings! Spi-Spi is a stinky person." Spike rolled his eyes and took two Aspirin after standing up.
He rubbed the back of his neck again. "If that's what you want to tell yourself, go right ahead Edward." Spike plastered a peachy grin onto his paling face. "I would have taken one if my bathrooms were clean, sadly the Electricians, and Water Company didn't think as far as that. Guess people around here really are hisks."
Ed scowled. "Spi-Spi is an angry person in the morning too!" She pouted, stomping her right foot. Spike really wanted to know what this kid's problem was. He'd have Shin give her a psych analysis when he arrived.
Spike ran his tongue over the front of his upper teeth in frustration. "Little girl…please, for the love of god, if you're going to work, then get started and leave me alone!" Spike shouted throwing his arms into the air, his eyes wide. "I've got a headache, I'm seeing things, hearing things, you're annoying, and if I had my damned shower working, I wouldn't smell!"
Ed blinked and backed away a little more. She frowned and turned towards his room and started to walk in. "If Spi-Spi were nice Ed would have told you about the hot spring, but now Ed isn't going to!" She turned back and narrowed her beady little eyes, and stuck out her tongue. She slammed the door behind her. He felt like a father yelling at his daughter.
Spike looked outside. The retaliator had never said a word about a hot spring. "Ed, I'll pay you eleven bucks if you tell me where the spring is, is it safe? Do you and your uncle use it?" Ed opened the door with that familiar sparkle in her eyes.
Ed nodded. "All the time, it's along the path right past the bamboo, go behind the tea house. Ed will take you there if you really want to go." Spike shook his head and looked towards the woods.
"You get cleaning, and I'll go check out the spring myself." Spike yawned and walked towards his suitcase and pulled out a towel and washcloth along with his bathing suit.
Ed grimaced and nodded her head reluctantly. "Spi-Spi, be careful, or you'll make the pretty girl upset…" She skipped off into his bedroom. Spike stiffened and turned back, his eyes stared on in shock. He scrambled to his feet and ran into the room, grabbing Ed by her shoulders and shoving her into the wall opposite him.
"What did you say?" Spike shouted, his eyes wide, desperate for some kind of an answer to the dreams he was having.
She blinked. "The girl with the purple hair, she likes to visit me and we talk together whenever I go to the spring." She squirmed against his grip. "She's not a bad person, she won't take Ed away, please, just don't tell uncle Jet about her, Spi-Spi!" Spike let go when he saw tears forming in Ed's eyes. "She would be sad if Ed told anyone where she was…"
Spike looked down at her. "You told me, didn't you?" Spike stared at her in disbelief. "What's the girl's name? What color are her eyes? Does she live near the spring?" He needed to know if it was Faye, it he was dreaming or not…was she real, or was he really just losing his mind?
Ed wiped the tears from her eyes. "Ed doesn't know what her name is, but her eyes are green. Ed doesn't know if she lives there either…Ed is sorry Spi-Spi, Ed will start cleaning right away." She skipped into the bathroom and yelped. "You're mean, it's really dirty!" She whined.
Spike frowned. "I'm paying you, aren't I?" He covered his mouth in thought. It was bad enough he'd just found out that his best friend was sleeping with his ex-fiancée, but Spike wasn't the only one who could see Faye…if it truly was her, that is.
Ed looked back at Spike. "Spi-Spi, don't hurt her, okay?"
Spike looked back and with a weak smile on his ever paling face, nodded his head lamely. "I won't Ed." Spike slowly walked out of the room and stared out the window. He got changed in the spare room, and then walked to the slider that led out to the deck extension and the path to the tearoom, and spring.
He took slow deep breaths with every step he took. He was shaking, was he going to find the cave? His thoughts were stirred as he reached the bamboo and saw a small gap. Sighing, he squeezed through the small gaps, needless to say Ed could get through without any problems at all, as for Spike though, he was much taller, and not quite a thin as the small girl.
He stared into the woods his gaze following the thin trail, barely noticeable. It took him about ten minutes before he saw the steam rising from the water. He was cold, and sighed in relief. "Faye, I know this might be your spring, and that Ed is the only one who uses it other than you, but if you don't mind, after all the grief you're putting me through, I'm ignoring all words you say, and if you pop out, I won't pay attention!" His voice echoed. He was acting like a two year old.
He walked to the water's edge and set down his towel and stuck his foot in. He smiled it was just perfect. "I'll have to thank Edward for telling me about this place." He sighed as his feet ran along some slick rocks. He carefully stepped in and sat down on a rock that allowed the water to go up to his neck. He sighed, content with the warmth that had enveloped him.
He heard the snap of a twig and his eyes opened. "Faye, I said—"
"I'm not Faye…" The deep, older voice mumbled. Spike looked up to see Jet staring down at him from the top of the rocks. "She your girlfriend?" he mumbled.
Spike blinked. He smirked. "You can think of it that way, if you want to…she's more along the lines of a parasite that is slowly sucking the life out of me." He sank into the water before sitting up. "I have Ed cleaning the house if you're wondering where she's at."
Jet nodded. "She wanted to get started early." Jet walked down and stood at the water's edge.
Spike nodded. "I noticed." He shook his head and stuck his head underwater, before coming back up.
Jet looked at Spike. "What happened?" Spike looked at him. "You look like shit, that's why I'm asking."
Spike smirked. "My best friend is sleeping with my fiancée, or should I say ex-fiancée…is that a good enough reason to look like shit?" Jet arched an eyebrow and then nodded his head.
"Sounds like a good reason to me." Jet sat down on a rock. Spike eyed him. "Well, I think I'm going to get going—"
"Do you know about a girl who comes here?" Spike whispered, his head bowed, he looked down at the water, feeling the warm steam rise against his face. His fingers griped onto the rock he was sitting on.
Jet stared at him. "Ed told you about her imaginary friend, didn't she? No, there is no girl who comes here to my knowledge, then again, there are some other homes scattered about around here, so who knows." Jet stood up and walked towards the path, I'm going to check on Ed and then head back to my place. Have her home by six at the latest please." Spike nodded.
Spike stared past where Jet had just left.
The line of bamboo swayed in the wind. He eyed the rocks surrounding him. The
steam hazed his vision. He shut his eyes and rolled his head back sighing.
"Faye," he whispered. "Faye, are you here? Or am I really starting to imagine
things? Is it true Ed can see you too?" He wet his lips and dunked his head
under the water.
The cool wind blew past
and he felt a chill as he came back up and exhaled before taking another breath
of air. He reached over and grabbed his shampoo bottle. He wasn't too sure if
he wanted to use this water though. It looked like a small stream was feeding
water to it, but he still didn't know if he wanted to risk dirtying it with
shampoo and soap.
His mind then ran across the
images of the filth-covered bathroom and gave up all doubt and washed his hair.
Fifteen minutes later he tried to execute a plan. He needed to get back to his
house as quickly as possible, without freezing his ass off. He rippled his lips
together in thought. "Towel and run..." he trailed off and did just as he said.
He grabbed his towel and in lightning speed wrapped it around his waist and ran
towards his house. His house. He grunted at the thought, staring at the lines
of tree saplings that grew from the roof. While Ed was cleaning, he planed to go to the lake. It was a one mile
walk to the right of his house if you facing the front. He'd take his
sketchbook and try and get some real, rest and relaxation.
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Spike shivered, zipping up his coat. Winter was setting in fast, and Ed was talking about snow when he came back inside the house. Apparently Jet had told her the happy news. Spike never liked the snow when he lived in the city, that is. It caused traffic and lots of unhappy people, unhappy people, sent him into a fowl mood, which made him, snap at even the loveliest of peoples. He used to like it, like any kid he prayed for the next ice age that would keep him out of school for more than just one day. Snow meant he could go sledding, and could build snow forts. Lin and himself would have the left side of the driveway, while Shin had the right, and would try and fend off the bombardment of flying snow that flew towards his head whenever the blue pom-pom on the top of his hat peaked over his sled.
Spike smiled, and let out a quiet chuckle of laughter. He had hit Shin square in the face and he'd run screaming to Annie who came out in her pale pink coat, and death glare eyed at him as Shin cried pointing to the culprit of the crime. "Brat," he mumbled the insult he muttered to Shin when he had been grounded and wasn't allowed to eat Annie's apple pie.
Spike sat down on a dry patch of moss and leaned against the back of a tall pine and sighed letting his eyes rest for a minute. He took in a deep breath of air and the smell of the pine tree rushed through him, and he heard the cry of birds as they skimmed the water eating the bugs that danced low on the surface. If Spike were in the city he would have taken a morning breath filled with the disgusting fumes of a car, and heard the cries of a woman as a man ran off with her purse. "Hellish paradise…" He trailed off and flipped to a clean page of his sketchbook.
He stopped and flipped back to the picture of Faye. It was her; he knew for sure that he indeed had drawn a picture of her. Spike pierced his lips together. She was smiling in the picture though. She was never smiling when he saw her, she was sad. Her voice when he heard her was sad. Her cries, they were cries of pain, and agony. She was suffering, and she wanted his help.
Turning back to a clean page he closed his eyes and pictured those tear filled emerald ones. He stared down at the paper and began drawing Faye again. She was curled up, and lying on a dark, marble like floor, the room she was in was dark, she was alone. Her right hand covered her face, and tears rolled over her nose and onto the floor. Her mouth was open and she was screaming out. "Help me." He whispered. Spike closed his sketch book after an hour had passed. He didn't want to look at the picture again; he didn't dare look at it. Standing up he let the wind blow his hair back and he stared across the water. He remembered what the realtor had said about how the lake froze in the winter. "Like hell." He cursed. "There is no way they'd get me to step a foot on it." He shivered at the thought of falling through the ice and never being able to get out.
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It was late, Ed had gone home, tired, but happy to see the money Spike handed her for the work that she had done. He relaxed and looked around, he hadn't seen Faye at all, and was happy, but also a little sad, he was starting to enjoy this little mystery of his. He was starting to question her words over and over again in his mind. He wanted her help, she was in pain, and if he was if she really was in a cave, she was alone, and in pain. What cave though, and where? Where is the cave, or was she talking about something similar to a cave? Spike covered his mouth in thought. He could think of a few names off hand, but all were either tourist attractions, or too small to hold a girl, inside, let along an underground river.
He walked into the living room and stared at the old television. He hit the power switch and was amazed to see that it worked. He could only get local channels though. "Static piece of junk." He muttered. He could barely hear the news. Fed up with it he turned if off and stared at his canvas. He had drawn the picture of Faye curled up and crying. He'd used a small set of oil paints he'd stashed in a plastic bag and managed to get it to turn out very nicely. He sighed and turned away.
He smirked. "Just leave me alone tonight, okay?" he sighed. "Maybe we'll talk tomorrow." He stated as a fact. He decided against the sleeping pills and fell atop of his mattress and groaned. He berried himself under the covers and shut his eyes. "Goodnight Faye," he didn't dare open his eyes as he felt her presence surround him.
She stood at the side of his bed and looked down at him. Her eyes smiled and she knelt down running her fingers through his hair. Her head ran right through him. She shut her eyes tightly and cried, before fading away.
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A small voice cried. The girl turned back and smiled, her eyes were filled with tears. She ran her hand through his hair; her hand went right through him.
"No, leave my son alone!" A voice bellowed. The girl turned as the door swung open. The man was tall with thick brown hair. His eyes were green. "Faye, leave my son alone!" She cried falling to her knees.
"Help me, why won't you help me?" She wept. "It hurts…" She held her head in her hands before she looked over at a small boy who lay in a crib. His hair was green, and his eyes were wide. "Will you really not help me after all Jack?"
The man stared at her with darkened eyes. "I said leave my son alone. No Faye, I won't help you." She nodded her head. "Go, now. I never want to see you again, do you hear me?"
She walked towards him, and kissed him on the cheek lightly. "You weren't the one whose help I needed." She sighed and looked towards the boy in the crib.
"Spike will have no part in this. I'll make sure of that." He growled.
A cry rang out from the Spike as he kicked his blanket off. Faye walked over and smiled down at him. "It's okay, don't cry Spike." She covered her mouth as he smiled up at her and reached her arms out. "Goodbye," she sighed.
"Come back," the voice gargled. She bit her lip and looked over at Jack. "If it's what you wish, I'll leave." She walked forward and straight through Jack. He took a sharp inhale of breath and turned looking back towards the kitchen, she wasn't there. He walked towards the sliding door and looked out towards the Tearoom.
Spike cried out again. Jack turned and looked into the spare room. He sighed and picked Spike up into his arms. "What would your mother think if she knew you were making all this racket?" Spike smiled through his tears and hugged his father. "I'm getting us out of this place buddy…first thing in the morning, we're looking for a new place to live, what do you think of that one?"
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"Dad, will you hurry up?" Spike laughed into the phone.
Jack sighed. "I can't just go through a red-light…"
"You did when mom was in labor with me." Spike protested flinging the test around in his hand and jumping up and down. "I can see you from at the light!" He laughed.
Jack laughed. "Spike, that was different, your mother was giving birth to you! I'm home now as it is…" He sighed and pressed the gas pedal as the light changed. "Listen—" Jack's eyes widened and he dropped the phone as a truck beeped its horn.
Spike blinked as he heard the beeping and then a loud crunching noise as he watched a tractor-trailer run into his father's car... Spike blinked "Dad…?" He mumbled into the phone. "Dad, are you okay?" Spike dropped the phone and ran out the apartment door. "Dad!" he cried out. The only sound that could be heard in the phone was the consent drilling beep of the car horn.
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Spike cried out and sat up suddenly. Sweat clung to his frame he took deep breaths and leaned forward. "I haven't dreamt about dad's death in a long while." He figured that it must have been from all the talk Jet was telling him about his father. He narrowed his eyes and rolled off the inflated mattress. He covered his mouth and swallowed. "How long as Faye been after my family?" Spike shuddered. "You knew my father." Spike pulled himself up and turned on the light in his room. He clenched his teeth.
Nothing was making sense to him anymore. If Faye in theory was real, she couldn't be alive in some cave for more than twenty-four years. "No way, there's no way." Spike shook his head and looked up at the ceiling. "You're not alive! You're not real! Leave me alone, just go!" Spike fell to his knees and ripped at his hair. He gritted his teeth as he pulled out small clumps. "So why do I see you? Why didn't you haunt me when I was younger too? Why start now? You let me see you when I was little, right?" He shook. "That's what I was seeing, wasn't it?"
Spike looked up and glared at a pair of tear stricken green eyes. Faye shrugged her shoulders and wiped the tears from her face and shivered. She sat down on the bed and looked at him. Spike stayed as calm as he could possibly could, he wasn't going to let her get away from him this time. He'd keep questioning her, interrogate her, just like Annie had told him to. Spike wet his lips. "You killed my father, didn't you?"
Faye's eyes widened. She shook her head violently. "Help."
Spike shook his head. "I've got that already. Where are you? Is it the cave?"
Her eyes widened and her mouth moved to say something, but she didn't say anything. "Spike," her voice was weak, barely auditable.
Spike sighed. "How come Ed can see you too?" He watched her every movement. Her clothes weren't wet this time, her hair was kempt. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were glassy, like she was about to start crying again.
Spike moved forward some. She flinched and moved back, her eyes flickered. Spike stopped moving. Her eyes had grown dark. "I won't hurt you…I don't think I even can feel you if I tried to grab you."
"I'm not in your head." She wiped her new tears away and moved closer, her eyes bright with hope. "Help me, say you'll help."
Spike groaned. "Damn it," he muttered. "Answer my question first." Spike was growing angry. Faye crawled backwards.
She shrugged her shoulders. Faye stood and walked out of the room. "Spike," she whispered.
Spike's lips parted and he gaped at her in disbelief. "All you can do is, give me a shrug of your shoulders?" He stood as she laughed and twirled in circles in his kitchen.
She turned, with big smile on her face. "Spike, can you come out and play sometime?" She skipped towards him and went right through him. Spike doubled forward and cried out. He arched his back and his nails dug, and scratched at the tiled floor. "Make it stop!" Spike's eyes rolled back and he started to shake violently. He body twitched and shuddered from side to side. He was going into convulsions.
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Spike was standing in a room. A white room, with white walls, and very little light, he looked around. There was a small window at the far end behind him. He turned as he heard the quiet humming from behind him. Spike took a few steps forward and kneeled down. A small girl sat on the floor. She was in a white silk gown. Her hair was short, and purple. She looked up and looked around before going back to her drawing. "Row, row…" she hummed the songs words. "…gently down the stream." She sighed and smiled down at the picture as she placed her green crayon down.
She yelped as a part of the ceiling opened up and light flowed down, lightening the dank room. A man came climbing down a ladder with a tray of food in his hands. She bowed her head and ran to the corner of the room and didn't look up. "Eat, or you'll get sick." A man with dark hair and darkened eyes spoke. His voice was deep and harsh.
The girl nodded. "Yes sir." She flinched as he dropped the tray to the ground and turned heal. Spike moved out of the man's way and watched as he climbed up the ladder and shut the opening. Spike turned back to the girl. She shivered and whimpered, letting out a cry.
"Don't cry." She shivered and looked around. Spike covered his mouth. The girl had heard him.
She shrugged her shoulders and stared at the food. Her small carton of milk had tipped over, and most had been spilled out. She picked it up and sipped from it. She grabbed a roll and took small little bites and chewed quietly. Spike walked over to her picture and stared at it. He blinked and knelt back down. He shook his head. It was his house. A car was parked near the front door, and from the roof sprouted little tree saplings. Spike stared at the three people in the picture. Stick figures, but still people…Spike fell back and picked up the picture. There were two girls, both in dresses, one with purple hair, and the other with red hair. The third person was a man, standing tall with green hair. "Oh, God Faye." He looked over at the girl. She looked up and yelped as she saw the floating piece of paper. Her eyes narrowed.
"That's mine!" Spike was thrown back and the paper flew into the little girl's hand. She covered her mouth and she bowed her head. "I…" She trailed off. "You're not a mean ghost, you would have hurt me." She whimpered. "I didn't mean to do that, it just happens sometimes. I'm sorry Mr. Ghost." She sighed.
Spike sat up and rubbed his head. He'd been thrown into the ladder. Like a shock wave, when a firecracker goes off a few feet away from you, but much stronger. Spike grunted as he stood up and staggered towards the picture again. Spike suddenly felt like everything was surreal again. Was this how it was for Faye in a sense? He couldn't see her but could feel her, and now she can't see him, but knows he's there. "Faye?"
She nodded. "I didn't mean it, don't hurt me." She picked up the picture and held out in front of her. "You can have it." Spike smiled and took the paper from her grasp.
"You sure?" he smirked.
She smiled brightly and nodded. "Yes, go ahead Mr. Ghost."
He sighed. "It's Spike—" he covered his mouth.
She smiled. "Are you going to help me?" She smiled brightly. "Spike is a good ghost!" She laughed. "Come back and play soon Spike!" She twirled in circles and laughed.
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Spike stopped shaking and his eyes opened. He blinked and looked above him. "Help," Faye was kneeling from behind. Her hands brushed his hair back and he sat up and looked at her.
Spike shook his head in disbelief. "Where was that, that wasn't the cave, was it?" Faye shrugged her shoulders. "That's how you know my name, isn't it? I was talking to you just now when you were a little kid. Are you being kept somewhere from that man?"
Faye sighed and moved closer. She leaned towards him and rested into his frame. "Just help me Spike," she faded away after letting an unfelt kiss brush against his cheek.
Spike looked down near where he was laying and stared towards the corner of the room. He coughed and staggered forward. He grabbed a folded piece of paper and undid it carefully. It was crumbling at the edges he let it drop to the floor and shook his head. It was the drawing Faye had handed to him. His head was pounding. "It's so old. Faye are you even alive?" Spike shuddered. He'd given her false hope when she was little? If he'd seen her in the past, and she'd heard that, was she haunting him now?" He shook his head. That didn't explain the dream when she'd talked to his father. He shook his head. "I'll help you." He whispered. Spike sighed and carefully placed the picture on the kitchen table.
He walked towards his room and turned back to look towards the picture. "You still didn't answer my damned questions…" He shut the door behind him and fell onto his mattress.
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+_+ It's done. Chapter four needed to come from inspiration was a little tough to think up. Although I've got a whole layout for chapter five ^_^ ::dances:: REVIEW! Tell me what you think!
Basically if there are any more moments where Spike is in Faye's past…Faye and other character's dialog will look like this. "Spike, help!" Spike's voice will be the bold one. "You're a little kid Faye…" Because it's like Spike is haunting Faye. When Faye is in Spike's present time, her text is bold and everything else is normal…Do you get it? ¬_¬' heh.
Sorry for those who are about to kill me with the mind twists and stuff. I warned ya! It's a MIND-MESS +_+ ::cackles:: Tell others to read, and keep on reading, you're in for a good ride of twists…cool stuff. -_-' heh.
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