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Outside a storm brewed. Dark purple and puce green clouds formed a strange whirlpool in the sky. The moon was a clear luminescent white against rich black velvet. Electricity tinged the air, making hair stand on end. The sky began to rumble and moan. The weather matched the moods of the couple inside the building.
Faye was compliant in his arms. Spike didn't know what brought about the change, but would bet it had something to do with the new wildness burning in her emerald eyes. Some sixth sense told him that this time she would not push him away. His eyes took on a feral gleam as well.
Why was it Faye who always touched him deep inside where no one else could reach him, even in the places that had been hidden from Julia? The place where his heart was supposed to be?
With a soft groan, he slid one hand up to cradle her jaw, trying to make up for the years of hurt he had caused her. Faye felt her skin turn to liquid fire. Her eyes burned a trail across his skin.
Running his thumb along her jaw he noted the softness of her skin. Faye's hands slid to his firm shoulders, noting the latent strength and heat radiating off his body in waves that buffeted her like crashing waves on a rocky cliff.
The wind outside picked up, bowing branches of nearby trees, shedding their leaves in the process. The white gauzy curtains fluttered at the windows. The strange whirlpool swirled faster and faster. Lightening sizzled in the center, begging ot be granted free reign. Ever so slowly their lips drew closer and closer, as though there was a magnetic pull between them.
The wind screeched louder.
Gently their lips brushed, barely touching.
Thunder boomed. The lovers could feel it in their bones.
The kiss deepened. Explosions burst behind Spike's eyes. Lights scattered in Faye's brain, making her oblivious to anything but Spike touching her.
Lightening forked from vortex, shooting angry tendrils to the ground. As the kiss deepened, the storm raged louder.
The moment Spike touched Faye's lips, something magical had happened. Never had he felt such an instantaneous physical reaction. He wanted so much more than a kiss from Faye. Some instinctive feeling told him that this was right. They belonged together.
He was finally home.
Frightened and shocked by the intensity of his feelings, he broke the kiss.
Once more lightening cracked, illuminating their faces and the tiny room.
Spike saw Faye's face upturned, waiting for his caresses. The storm made her skin glow like pearls in the moonlight. A hint of rose tinged her cheeks.
"Faye..." For once he was speechless. How could he tell her what he was feeling? His whole body tingled as though a stray lightening bolt had struck his heart.
Her lips curved up at him in a shy tentative smile. "It's ok, Spike. I felt it too." Her arms twined around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. Moaning softly he sank to his elbows, holding his weight from Faye's body. Pulling her close he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Spike. Spike. What's wrong?" Wetness was spilling across her skin. Is Spike crying? "You can't regret it that much this soon. We haven't even done anything yet."
"Regret? I'm feeling a lot of things right now, but regret is most definitely not one of them." The low sexy timber of his voice made Faye's insides melt like ice on a hot day.
Their kisses became hungry, bodies pressed close together. His mouth roved over her neck and shoulders, still not sating him as she whimpered below his warm mouth.
Passionately she returned his kisses. How many of her dreams had started this way? She pressed her body closer; eager to feel the long body she had seen so many times but never been permitted to touch.
Spike lifted his head. Dark hooded eyes swirled with passion as they probed deep green orbs.
"Which way?" Knowing what he meant, Faye pointed to her bedroom and kissed him again.
As the storm outside raged, so too did emotions. At the final moment, before release was achieved, a giant lightening bolt struck the building where the lovers were cocooned.
Too wrapped up in the storm inside their hearts, neither noticed.
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Faraway on a mountaintop, an old Indian shaman watched the sky. For years he had seen what the stars had to foretell. A sinister evil was present. Only a fantastic power could stop this evil.
Sifting sand through his fingers he watched each grain sparkle before it gently sank to rocky terrain, once more becoming part of a greater body.
"What are you doing?" A little boy was sitting next to the fire. Watching his grandfather was always interesting. The old man walked with spirits and held their secrets. Once in a great while he would share those secrets.
"My son, many things are at work in this universe. Good and Evil are always present. Let me tell you a story." Settling himself more comfortably on the soft deerskin rug, he reached in to a beaded pouch at his waist and threw some herbs into the fire. Purple, blue, and green smoke rose out of the orange flames. The smell of pine and magic filled the air.
The little boy settled to a more comfortable position, ears trained on the old man's wizened monotone voice.
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"Long ago when the universe was young, all creatures lived in harmony. Brother Fox played with Sister Hare. Sister Hound would watch the babies of Sister Rabbit like they were her own offspring. There was no hunger, no sorrow, and no strife."
The old shaman's hands moved in the sand, leaving images of a rabbit and hound. The lines glittered with a sparkling violet light and rose to the air. The animals danced in the fire until their lines dissipated into glittering ashes.
"Two dragons were appointed to guard this Utopia. Every millennium a great evil from the far reaches of the galaxy would rear its hideous head. This evil took the form of a great black phoenix."
The gnarled hands drew two dragons and a large bird. One dragon shimmered red, the other green. The bird shone black. These phantasms leapt into the flames and stayed, settling upon the white-hot bed of coals.
"The phoenix was jealous of the peace and harmony but each time he tried to destroy it, the dragons stopped him. Finally, he decided the only way he could ruin this Eden was to remove the dragons.
His power alone was not enough to destroy one dragon, let alone two. For another millennium, he searched the universe for a power that would grant him the ability to defeat them."
Lines were drawn of different planets and stars. They rose in the air, shimmered for a moment, and faded away in to the night. The boy stared wide-eyed.
"Did he find it?"
The shaman sadly nodded his head. "He did, but not as you may be thinking. Through lies, deceptions, illusions and chicanery he set the dragons upon each other. Each thought the other was to blame for the misfortunes befalling their wards. Furious, they fought."
The dragons in the fire began to tear each other's bodies until both were bloody and torn. Red and green flame warred with the orange of the campfire. The black phoenix could be seen gloating from his side of the ashes.
"When dragons fight, they fight to the death. It was no different with this pair. The green dragon, the female suddenly stopped fighting. She had noticed the phoenix watching them. Realizing what had happened, she attacked him. The red male realized what had happened as well. Mustering their ebbing strength, they attacked as a team. The phoenix could not withstand such an attack."
The fire blazed higher and hotter as the dragons turned on the bird. Together they attacked. His image shattered in to a million shards and was swept away on the wind.
"The phoenix dissolved into leaping flames. Only a small pile of ashes was left in its stead.
The male dragon went to lick the wounds of the female, knowing her wounds were too great to be healed. Both dragons were mortally wounded.
In the sky, as though acknowledging the old mans words, two of the brightest stars fell to the horizon.
The boy's eyes grew even wider. "So the evil phoenix was defeated and everyone lived happily ever after?"
The old shaman shook his head. "Unfortunately not, my son. The evil of the phoenix had spread until the whole universe was tainted with it. The dragons knew their power would be needed in the future. With the last vestiges of their strength, they forged two diamonds from their eyes. Pouring their strength, power and souls in to these jewels, they twined together and died warrior's deaths. Due to their failing strength, the diamonds had turned out flawed in appearance, but powerful never the less. Satisfied, having done all they could, the dragons curled into a fatal embrace and let go of life."
The fire showed a starburst of light as the magic of the dragons forged the talismans.
"The phoenix will rise again from its ashes, for that is its nature. When it's evil rises again, the power of the dragons is the only thing that will be able to suppress it.
They say that the jewels have the souls of the dragons guiding them to their rightful master and mistress. When they find each other, a great storm will sweep the land, declaring to the phoenix that they are ready to battle.
Lightening streaked through the fire. Clouds swirled through the fire in every direction. Torrents of rain spilled from the violet colored clouds, extinguishing the campfire and all the specters swirling through it.
On the horizon a terrible storm raged.
The old man rose to his feet. "Come my son, a great battle is coming. We must help prepare for it."
The tale was buzzing through the boy's head. Could this actually be true? Speechless, he followed his grandfather and began to break camp.
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"You mean you haven't found them yet?" The voice was cold and emotionless. The room was dark with forks of lightening providing the only illumination. Rain beat relentlessly against the large pane of glass. Lightening flashed again, showing half of the mans face in stark relief, the other shrouded in shadows. A strand of gray hair shone white.
"N-no Sir. No trace of them anywhere. Rumor has it that Speigel has assumed leadership of the Red Dragons and that he is responsible for Sean's body. Sir." The messenger was quaking in his boots.
"I don't care about Sean. I need to know where Spike Speigel and Faye Valentine are. I need to know soon. Find them. Now." The messenger hurried out of the room, away from the harsh voice. Stumbling over his feet, he almost fell, caught himself, and began to run. He couldn't get out of there quick enough.
The speaker turned to the large window overlooking the mountains. A sinister grin split his face. He knew what this storm meant. Soon they would lead him to them, intentional or accidental, it didn't matter. War was being declared, whether his opponents knew it or not.
He was determined to win this time.
At any cost.
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I know this isn't your usual Cowboy Bebop story, and it has deviated so far of it's originally intended course it's not even funny. I received encouragement to go this direction with it, so I am! I love fantasy and all that make believe stuff, so here I am writing it!
(Dry voice) Gee, I wonder who the evil man with gray hair is. Are there any rocket scientists to help me figure that one out?
(Heehee, don't mind me, still on lots of painkillers)
This chapter is focusing pretty much on Spike/Faye and the background for the HUGE CLIMATIC BATTLE that will some day take place. I write these by the seat of my pants. Any input or ideas are totally welcome!
In the next chapter, expect a little bit of a return to normal CB.
I really would appreciate input as to how my readers like this twist.
Even an: I like it. or Go back to normal CB fic. is fine. Just let me know!
Birdychick: Once more, love the reviews! I agree on the honey and dear stuff. I have plans to totally revamp his story after I finally finish it. That's on the list!
ni9htdreame12: Thank you for reviewing. Here's what you asked for!
Foreverhis: So glad you like this. Thank you for encouraging me to do this story line. I hope you like it!
cbdbz247: Don't worry, I have no intentions of splitting them up. Maybe throwing in a bit more angst for them, and we can't forget their fighting...though they haven't been fighting too much in this story...we'll just have to fix that!