A/N: Hey, hey, hey! I'm baaaaaaaaaack! LoL, for some reason it took quite a while for inspiration to come for this chapter, but hopefully it was worth it! - LoL You'll finally find out WHY Vicious wants Faye dead! heh -.-' Lovely, no? . LoL Welp...please R&R, and of course....ENJOY!
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"But papa, why can't I watch you do business?"
Mr. Travinsky smiled down at his son, affectionately ruffling the child's soft, unruly hair before returning warmly, "Because, Vicious....I need to talk in private with the other grown-ups. Whenever you get older I'll let you join me during my business transactions, alright?"
"Ok!," Vicious agreed cheerfully, beaming brightly before latching himself onto his father's pantleg in a tight hug that practically cut off all circulation. "What will you be talking about, today?"
Mr. Travinsky winked. "Sorry, kiddo, but I can't tell ya, remember?"
"But paaapaaa-"
"Mr. Travinsky, I presume?"
Vicious gasped upon seeing the tall, wiry man and his associates in the doorway of the hall before them, his childish instincts immediately telling him to go hide as he ran and took cover behind his father's legs, only pausing to peer out temporarily when he realized that no harm was being done.
"Well what a charming little boy!," the man praised, smirking as he bent over and blew cigarette smoke into Vicious' face before giving him a gentle pat on the head. "Has he started school, yet?"
"Uh, no...just about," Mr. Travinsky acknowledged, gazing down fondly at his son. "Our maid has taught him very well for a five-year-old."
"Indeed," the man agreed, smirking. "My little Faye is about that age....perhaps they'll end up going to school, together."
"Perhaps, Mr. Valentine, but don't you think that we should be getting this over with, now?"
Upon hearing this proposition he smirked, letting out a low chuckle before apologizing vivaciously, "Oh, yes, where are my manners? Come along, Mr. Travinsky....shall we go into the drawing room?"
Mr. Travinsky, thoroughly insulted that he was being ordered around in his own home, conceded grudgingly, "Yes, yes, of course.....come right this way."
Vicious watched after his father and all of the other men trudge into the drawing room with his startling blue eyes, his curiosity getting the best of him as he crawled over on all fours in hot pursuit of them before peering through the slight crack in the double doors with a tremendous interest.
"What do you mean, you don't have the money?! I gave you a whole fucking year!!!"
Vicious gasped, his eyes widening in utter astonishment as he shakily watched the rather violent scene continue to unfold before him.
"Yes, yes, I know, Mr. Valentine, but other things have come up, and I needed to take care of them, first."
"Ha! Bullshit! You knew very well that I needed this money, and if I didn't get it there would be consequences! Perhaps upon Vicious...."
"No, no, please! I swear that I'll get you the money, I-"
"No, Mr. Travinsky....you won't. You've had your chance."
"No, please! Have mercy, Mr. Valentine! I-"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Noooo!," Vicious wailed, casting all fear aside as he burst into the room and threw himself upon his father's limp and bloody form, tears cascading freely down along his cheeks like burning candle wax as he realized, to his utmost horror, that his father wasn't moving. Deciding to take matters into his own little hands, he shook his father by the shoulder, urging frantically, "Papa, please try to wake up.....please!"
Mr. Valentine smirked deeply upon seeing this open display of affection, his voice cold and filled to the brim with mockery as he announced, "Aww, well isn't this sweet? Mr. Travinsky actually had someone who loved him......stranger things happen, I suppose. Kroft...Carsen...take the boy into the next room. We've got a murder to blame on the maid."
Vicious didn't even to bother to resist the henchmen's firm hold as they took him in their arms, his spirit completely diminished and broken as he realized that, no matter what, he would get his revenge.
"Papa....no."
Vicious scowled as he ran his long, slender fingers throughout his stringy silver hair, his heart withered and dry as he suddenly conceived that he had allowed himself to think of his dreadful past again.
"How can I possibly go on whenever the daughter of that slime still lives?," he wondered irately, his fist instinctively grasping the hilt of his katana as he felt his lust for bloodshed continue to rapidly rise deep within him. "After all this time, why haven't I been able to catch her? Have I possibly grown weak? No.....never. It's Spike.....he keeps getting in the way, even after our damned deal."
Pressing a button upon his desk within his office, Vicious ordered callously, "Lisa, tell Spike Spiegel to kindly get his skinny, anorexic ass up to my office."
"Oh....he's still with Miss Valentine, sir," the voice crackled in response, thus causing him to stiffen.
"I don't care! Page him, if you have to....just make sure that he gets here and that he gets here, now!!!"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good," Vicious conceded gruffly, releasing his hold upon the button before turning towards his broad office window in utter disgust.
Immediately sliding the blinds closed so that he was wrapped up within the comfort of the darkness' cool embrace, he promised aloud, "After I'm through with you, Spike Spiegel, you and Faye will both end up like your precious Julia.........dead and buried."
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"Aw, c'mon, do I have to carry all the bags?!"
"Yes....you're not the shopper, so therefore you have no need to look at the merchandise," Faye elucidated sweetly before sending her bodyguard a smug look as she and Lindsay continued to parade throughout the mall in front of his hobbling form. Looking complacently back at him over her shoulder, Faye continued, "Besides....honey....why are you so eager to get out of here? Aren't you having fun?"
Completely ignoring her mocking tone, altogether, Spike announced sourly, "Of course not! I'm missing my favorite TV show, and it's supposed to be the last episode! I've never seen it before!"
Faye drooped. "Ooh, that just sounds so exciting. What is it, some gay-ass western?"
"What? No! It's a series about bounty hunters, if youtruly must know!," Spike snapped, his left eye beginning to twitch as he continued to stagger amidst the load of all the shopping bags. "The main character's almost exactly like me, which is pretty cool, and-"
"Oh, no, there are two of you? I didn't think that it was possible for more than one asshole to populate this world," Faye remarked dryly, thus causing him to bristle on impulse. "Does he happen to wear the same clothes everyday, too?"
Spike grunted, hollering irately, "Shut up, you stupid wench! I think your thong's way too far up your ass for you to be thinking clearly, today, so I might just have to take over on all of your decision-making! For starters, I say that we're going back home....now!"
"And since when is it your home?," Faye demanded, seething like a madwoman due to his earlier comment about her thong. "I swear, Spike, if you keep this up, I'm going to-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALREADY!!!"
Shocked, Spike and Faye ceased their incessant yammering in an instant, only to lay their eyes upon a very pissed Lindsay, her left eye twitching as she continued to clench and unclench her fists by her sides in utter frustration.
Upon seeing them both stop their neverending quarreling, she smiled, then nodded, acceding sweetly, "Thank you....shall we continue, now?"
Spike opened his mouth to reply, only to be instantly silenced due to the vibrating of his pager in his back pocket, a grunt of complete and utter disgust escaping the back of his throat as he struggled all of the shopping bags into one arm, then retrieved the device with the other in order to read the message.
Upon seeing the single word 'Vicious', he quickly looked back up at the two women, apologizing as briskly as possible, "Uuuh, terribly sorry, ladies, but I've gotta go......have fun, without me!"
Faye blanched. "Oh....wait, I-"
"Sorry!," Spike apologized again, immediately stuffing the shopping bags into her arms before taking off towards the exit like a madman at top speed.
Sending her comrade a look full of complete and utter astonishment, Lindsay questioned curiously, "So where do you think he's off to?"
"I don't know," Faye admitted softly, even though she had a pretty good idea, "I truly don't know."
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"Are Mr. Valentine and Mr. Gaines in their offices?"
The henchman nodded. "Yes, Vicious-sama.....I've sent in two men as 'clients' asking for a bodyguard."
"Excellent," the silvery-haired man purred, caressing the hilt of his katana as he envisioned his mortal enemy's blood running down along his fingers like crimson molasses. "When they are captured, I want them brought to me immediately."
The henchman couldn't help but smirk at this, acknowledging excitedly, "Y-yes, sir....as soon as possible."
Vicious chuckled. "Good."
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"Spike Spiegel, if you don't tell me what the meaning of this visit is right now I will be forced to punish you!"
He smirked, encircling his arms possessively about his lover's slender waist as he buried his face deep within the crook of her neck, returning warmly, "I can't tell you, now, Julia.....it's a surprise."
"But I've got a job to do....you'll have to come back later," she insisted, stifling a giggle as he tickled her side with his long, slender fingers and nipped playfully at her earlobe. "Spike, I mean it.......Spike!"
"Alright, fine, Your Highness," he finally relented, smirking as he released his hold about her middle and raised his hands up in surrender. "I'll tell ya what....I've got your surprise in the car, so I'll just go ahead and get it, alright?"
Julia smiled warmly. "Alright. I mean, as long as I finally have some peace and quiet so that I can get my work done, how can I possibly lose?"
Spike grinned, then shook his head in utter amusement, chuckling to himself as his lover watched him egress the lobby and out into the parking lot with a genuinely warm interest.
"Hey...you Mr. Gaines and Mr. Valentine's secretary?"
Julia gasped upon suddenly seeing the tall, dark man beside her, her throat clamping up as she choked apologetically, "Oh! W-well I am so sorry, sir....I didn't see you come in!"
The man smirked. "I came in through the back door."
"What? There's no back door.....who-"
Click.
"Don't move."
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At this very moment Spike felt absolutely on top of the world; completely indestructible.
As far as he was concerned, nothing could or would bring him down on a day as marvelous as this one.
He was going to ask the woman of his dreams to marry him, she would say yes, and then she'd quit her job and they'd move together to the suburbs to start a family.
Yes, it was absolutely perfect. He had it all planned out.
Anxiously fingering the engagement ring within the pocket of his cheap blue suit jacket, Spike hurriedly stepped in through the front entrance and into the lobby, only to instantly realize that something was highly amiss.
"Julia?," he questioned aloud, fear beginning to crawl up his spine once he realized that she was no longer behind the front desk. "Julia? Come on, where are you?! If you're hiding behind there, it's not funny, dammit!"
No answer.
Spike grunted, then hurriedly clip-clopped along the marble-tiled-floors as fast as his long legs would carry him, his being nearly jumping straight out of his skin the moment that the dreaded sound of ammunition rang throughout the air like a song of death and destruction.
"Mr. Gaines....Mr. Valentine," Spike breathed in recognition, immediately realizing that their office was the source of all the commotion. "Holy shit! In order to know where they are, those bastards would have had to have asked.....oh, my God......Julia!!!"
Immediately rushing over towards the limp figure upon the floor that he had just spotted, Spike felt his heart constricting tightly within an invisible force that threatened to cease its very beating, his breath instantly hitching in his throat the moment that he realized that the woman was Julia.
"JULIA!!!," he exclaimed, immediately dropping down to his knees and lifting her languorous being within his caring embrace before giving her a subtle shake with the hopes of waking her from her false state of repose. "Julia..."
She groaned, her deep blue irises glimmering with unshed tears as she grasped at his hand and began to cough, choking hoarsely, "Spike....they shot....Mr. Gaines and Mr. Valentine. I-I tried to stop them.....I-"
"Don't talk," he commanded forcefully, thus causing her to pipe down in an instant. "We need to get you to a hospital....where's the nearest phone?!"
Julia immediately shook her head. "No, Spike....the bullet's severed my spine. I-I can't even move my lower body anymore, sweetheart. If I live, I'll be a fucking vegetable......forever."
"No...you're wrong!," he argued, giving her a pleading look with his haunting two-toned irses as he gave her another subtle shake. "If you die, I'll die! We were meant to be together!"
"I'm sorry......"
"Julia, stop it! Julia!!!"
She didn't answer him, her head dropping back languidly against his arm as her breath hitched in her throat and ceased completely, her complexion now deathly pale as he realized that, to his utmost chagrin, his true love was gone.
"JULIA!!!"
"Well that's a pretty weird thing to say," a cold, clipped voice remarked dryly from abaft, thus causing Spike to immediately lurch forward within his chair and come to realize that he had merely been dreaming.
"Vicious," he choked, causing his silvery-haired companion to smirk, "I-I've been waiting for you in here for an hour. Where have you been?"
"Since when is my business any of yours, Spiegel?"
Spike frowned. "How 'bout ever since we made our deal? Surely that entitles me to a fair bit of information."
Vicious scowled at the mossy-green-haired man before him like a ravenous beast, acknowledging rather gruffly, "Well now that you mention it, Spike, that's actually why I called you here, tonight."
"Is that right?"
He nodded. "Yes....it seems that you aren't living up to your end of the bargain, and I think you know what I mean by that."
"Faye?," Spike questioned, causing his boss to nod.
"Yeah....she should be dead by now."
"That's impossible," Spike immediately contradicted, shaking his head before raking his fingers throughout his tangly mop of hair. "I haven't even established enough trust between us, yet."
Vicious snorted. "Is trust really so important?"
"Well-"
"Of course it isn't!," he growled, thus causing Spike to give him a look full of absolute bewilderment. "What you need to 'establish', here, is a plan to wipe that wench's foul being from the face of the earth! Destroy her! Chop her to bits!"
"Vicious, I think you're a bit-"
"Crazy?," he supplied, suppressing a chuckle. "You don't know the half of it, Spiegel! How would you like to live every waking moment of your life grieving for your father who was murdered 22 years ago?! It's a never-ending Hell! Every minute that that vixen lives is an insult to my father's dignity, dammit, and I won't rest until you finish what you set out to do!"
Spike meekly bowed his head. "Th-then you have my word."
"It will be done?"
He nodded. "It will be done."
Vicious smirked at this, his cold blue eyes glinting over with a tremendous lust for vengeance as he picked up a picture of Faye that he had stolen for reference and stabbed it with a nearby letter opener, his cold laughter chilling the air about him as he breathed aloud harshly, "Enjoy your evening, Miss Valentine, fore it shall be your last."
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