The click of the lock jolted her, and Julia flinched as the door opened, and Vicious stepped quietly inside. His long, pale hair was damp from the rain, his gaze expressionless as he glanced at her, eyes flicking down to the partially unbuttoned blouse she wore over the long skirt, and back to her face. She hated it when he looked at her like that, with predator's eyes and uncaring lust. That was the way he always seemed to see her, in fact, with none of the compassion or warmth Spike had given her.
Stepping around the kitchen chair, he stopped behind her, gloved hands resting on her thin shoulders possessively. She felt his warm breath against the golden hair she had left unbrushed, and involuntarily shivered. She didn't need to turn to see the smirk that touched his pale lips, but did anyway, eyes flashing icily. He knew that she hated being caressed and fondled like a pet kitten, but was unaware that once, one man had been allowed to touch her tenderly. That same man that he hunted even now, his mentor and partner, Spike Spiegal. Vicious had known that the two were lovers, but could never guess at their intimacy, being unable to understand such emotions himself.
After Spike, she had hardly remained chaste, but would allow no man to hold her like he cared, or touch her in any way except those neccessary to the act itself. But Vicious loved crossing those boundaries. He took great pleasure in doing so, knowing that she could not stop him, or would not from some obscure feeling of guilt; that she deserved his treatment.
As she turned, her lips were caught and bruised by his, one of his hands lifting to tangle painfully in her hair and hold her there. The other reached down to grasp both wrists as she pushed against him, and she wondered why she even bothered to fight back. Time after time he had subdued and had her, but some stubborn trace of her woman's pride prevailed, and she could not surrender without feeling that she was accepting what he did.
The hand holding her hair released it, and wandered down to trace the thin fabric of her blouse, before grasping her breast firmly, then falling to grip her waist. His gloved fingers, like icy claws, dug into her flesh. Vicious smelled of death and decay, and reeked of sins uncared about and left to fester in the nearly dead lump of flesh that was his heart.
"Today we eradicated another of those petty drug lords, and his family. The Syndicate is always tightening its coils, strangling the scum that oppose us. You'll be moving on one of the few surviving gang members tomorrow, with me. There's a possibility he might know the location of some illegal substances the Syndicate could make use of. So it's preferred that we take him alive...." The last word was hissed, snakelike, displeasure in the command evident. Julia was not surprised. Vicious loved killing more than anything she knew of, except perhaps the power that accompanied his heinous deeds.
She said nothing, averting her face as Vicious sought to catch her eyes with his reptillian ones. She would not give him the pleasure of seeing the faint horror she always felt when assigned to missions with him, knowing full well that if it served his purpose he would let her die, or kill her himself without hesitation. Then again, some of those days she almost hoped he would, or at least let her die from the carelessness of some of her actions. Raising her gun just a moment too slowly, not quite hiding herself from view as she shot at their victims. But he was always there to remedy these apathetic suicide attempts, eyes mocking as he kept her alive for another day of misery and abuse.
Vicious slowly removed his belt, and the creak of leather and jangle of the metallic buckle sent a shiver of dread down Julia's spine. She knew what that sound meant, and knew that there was nothing to be done but endure it. Like a striking snake he was behind her, pulling her up from the chair and wrenching her arms behind her, securing the wrists tightly with the belt. She bloodied her lip to keep from crying out, and soon the sharp pain dulled to an aching numbness.
Relentlessly he threw her on the bed, smirking as a small, choked cry of pain escaped her bitten lips. The glare she gave him then was hate-filled and bestial enough that he caught himself pausing, just for a moment, pinned by her gaze. Often he forgot, but was reminded by times like these that this woman was a predator too, and armed with a woman's guile besides. He musn't underestimate her.
"I remember Spike giving me that same look once," he murmured, gravelly voice deceptively mild as he advanced on the helpless woman in his bed. "It was then that I killed him." He trailed off, and ran a cold finger down Julia's face, bringing it away damp with her tears. "You know, Spike always has defied the laws. He didn't stay dead, did he?" He leaned close, whispering in her ear, "But he never came back for you. I'm all you have left from the old days now, me and the Syndicate. Remember that Julia, and maybe I'll let you live long enough to see the betrayel on Spike's face when he discovers you're mine."
"Enough." She spoke so quietly that the windchimes outside the door nearly drowned her voice in their gentle quivering. "You have me, so do it."
And as he pressed his naked flesh against her own, she closed her eyes and drowned in the darkness once more. I'm in Hell.
Author's Notes: A huge thank-you to Kyra1 for her support and suggested corrections, and to Kendra Luehr for her compliments and suggestion for naming the pairings in the summary. I didn't have enough room to type out full names, so I abbreviated. ; Not to mention just about everyone is paired up, except for Ed or Jet, just because the second doesn't appeal to me, and the first would be just wrong. xX This forum is cluttered with Spike x Faye stories, so I just had to write one about Julia, obviously the woman Spike loved. I mean, come on, he never once in the series shows any sort of attraction to Faye. Just because she has the biggest breasts, people have to toss her in every hentai as Spike's true love. Oy vey.