Shadowing Ivy
By Lauren Dragoo
Session 17: Sympathy for a Rose
"Oh what the fuck does it matter anyway?" She threw the wet towel down onto the floor and turned away. "No one could really gives a care what I do anymore."
Ivy grabbed her pack of cigarettes sitting on the table and headed outside. It was raining but she could care less, the rain just calmed her emotions. One still hand slid a cigarette into her mouth while the other pulled a pink plastic lighter out of her pocket.
Paper burned and tobacco smoked as she lit the cigarette and took a deep drag filling her lungs with the heady gray smoke.
If I should die tomorrow, would you cry over my grave?
She let herself get carried away, lost in her dreams while she smoked, first one cigarette then the next, one after another, lighting each one with the butt of her last one. The pack was almost empty but she didn't care.
Let me die God. I don't want to live this life anymore.
Where am I? Ivy looked up at the awning over her head then turned to look at the door she leaned against. It was a cheerful looking door, painted bright red with a shiny brass knob. Next to it was a window; a warm yellow light shone from it onto the wet pavement of the sidewalk.
I'm not happy when I act this way.
The cigarette she held between her lips slowly went out, the last of the gray smoke fading in her lungs leaving behind only the taste. She pulled the dead cigarette from her lips and flicked it out into the street. It flew through the air and landed in the gutter where caught by the rain water rushing past, the lone white object swirled around then disappeared into the sewer.
If I could...I would dance with the devil tonight.
Ivy walked back inside and closed the bright red door behind her. In the window, the yellow lamp went out leaving behind an empty street with only a small scattering of cigarette butts to show that she was ever there.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Ivy held her head to ward off the headache she knew was coming. Everything was spinning slightly and here she was standing in the middle of a busy street clutching her purse for dear life lest someone come and steal it when she couldn't do anything.
"Are you alright miss?"
"Yea I'm fine," Ivy replied never looking up at the man who stood next to her. All she could see was a pair of scuffed shoes and the ratty ends of his jeans.
Nausea boiled inside her stomach and the headache came, pounding with such fierceness that she felt her knees weaken and fall beneath her.
'Shit this is what I need right now.' Ivy groaned to herself mentally as the man caught her in his arms. They were thin arms, kind of lean and sinewy with muscle.
"Hey miss do you want me to take you to the hospital?" It was the man again, he sounded worried. It was probably just a lie, he wanted her to pass out so he could make off with her purse and leave her there lying half dead in the street.
"No, I'm fine," Ivy replied before she passed out in his arms.
Damn headache got the best of me this time...
Ivy slowly opened her eyes, everything was slightly blurry, but things began to clear. Light became sharper while objects appeared and the figure of a man sitting next to the bed reading a book.
"Where am I?" Ivy asked looking around her slightly with her eyes. Her head hurt when she moved it so she lay still, not wanting to bring back the pain.
"Your finally awake, I thought you might never wake up," the man replied closing his book and setting it on the table next to him.
"Give me a break, I was tired. I needed to get some sleep." Ivy replied shifting her eyes back to the ceiling.
"I see, well you picked a pretty bad time to go to sleep."
"I was too tired to stay up anymore. Now answer my question, where the am I?"
"My place," the man replied.
"Oh great, I'm left at the mercy of a man. Just to let you know I know how to kick your ass if you try and rape me and there is no money in my purse."
"I'm not going to try and rape you, your not my type. Also I don't need your money. I have my own. Instead of thinking so cynical of me why don't you thank me first. I did after all save your life."
"Alright Mr. Protector, thank you." Ivy tried to sit up but she only caused her head to hurt again so she lay still and continued to stare at the ceiling. "You know you have a nice ceiling here."
"Thanks, I try to keep it clean for all the strange womyn I bring home because they passed out in the street."
"You should make a profession out of it, you might make some money," Ivy replied trying to sit up again. Her head throbbed with her movement but she managed to succeed and prop herself up against the pillow. Only with the help of two arms that slipped around her and pulled her up.
"Thanks," Ivy replied smoothing the covers around her.
"Here take this, it might help your head. I've been waiting for you to wake up to give them to you." Two hands held out something to her, a glass of water, and two white pills.
Ivy turned toward the hands and for the first time got a good look at her savior. He was a thin man with fuzzy green hair falling slightly over two brown eyes. One was darker then the other, giving her a strange feeling deep inside. She tore her eyes away from his and looked down at the pills.
"What are these?"
"Aspirin, I thought it might help you on the headache."
"You are sure there not poison?" Ivy asked dryly taking the pills and the glass water.
"Nope sorry, I'm fresh out. I'll just have to give you regular old aspirin for today."
Ivy nodded and swallowed the pills washing them down with a couple gulps of water.
"Thanks." She handed the empty glass back to him then sat back on the pillows.
"Now that you've given me aspirin and you've saved me and taken me into your home do you think you can give me a name?"
"The name is Spike Spiegel, you can call me Spike."
"So Spike...is your wife home?"
"I don't have one."
"Oh, I was just wondering since if you did have one she would probably be pretty pissed off if she came home and found me sitting in your bed."
"If I did have a wife I would have left you lying in the street and let someone else pick you up."
"Fair enough," Ivy replied falling silent again.
The two sat around for a little while before he spoke again. "Now that I have given you my name, you can give me yours."
"My name is Ivy, Ivy Juliana."
"Ivy is a nice name, it fits you."
"Thank you, I've been told that before."
"Oh really? By who?"
"By guys, who were trying to get into my pants," Ivy replied sweetly giving him a smile of complete innocence.
Spike just grinned and shook his head.
In my world it always rains...
Ivy looked up at the sky; the clouds were dark and somewhat ominous. Rain poured down onto the street running in rivulets into the drains. Her umbrella lay near by inside the small porcelain vase near the door, but she wouldn't need it. He would have his umbrella, he always did.
Ivy smiled as she saw the tall figure making his way towards her door. Outside the rain seemed to pound louder on the pavement while she waited underneath the awning for him. They kissed once, a short sweet kiss before she ducked under his umbrella and together the two walked off down the street.
"We've had such horrible weather lately," Ivy sighed looking out the steamy coffee shop window.
"And you don't like it?" Spike set his cup down and looked over at
her.
"Sometimes a body needs the sunshine to feel alive again."
"I can agree with you, but in a way I like the rain. It fits the mood we're in."
"Do you mean sad and depressive?"
"No, more like new and wondering."
Ivy let herself stare into his eyes, something she didn't do to much. There was something about them that made her shiver and get a strange feeling deep inside. Their words fell quiet until he pushed his coffee cup away from his and reached into his pocket for some change.
"Come on, lets go somewhere else."
"Alright," Ivy stood up and slipped on her black raincoat.
They ended up going to a small club filled with the lilting sounds of jazz music and couples that danced to close together. He ordered their drinks while she sat in the dark shadows listening to the music. Later on after the alcohol had begun to take it's affect upon them both he asked her to dance.
Out on the dance floor he held her in his arms, one hand pressed against her back while the other held his. They didn't stare into each other's eyes like some of the other couples but instead looked in opposite directions. Her cheek rested against the cloth of his coat while he would sometimes touch the top of her head with his chin. They danced like this for a long time, just kind of swaying back and forth with the music.
Around 2am she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him. The hazy glow of alcohol shone in the depths of his own eyes but she knew what he wanted.
They left the club and walked back to her place, the umbrella was slipped into the stand next to her own and her wet raincoat was neatly hung up inside the closet. Quietly she led him into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.
Ivy woke up with the rising of the sun. It was 5 am now. She slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Spike and slipped on a robe. She pulled a chair up to the window and sat down to watch the sunrise. One leg came up and rested itself underneath her chin; her fingers interlaced themselves and rested near her ankles.
This was how Spike found her. He awoke in the bed feeling cold to see that his bed partner was missing. Only the dent of the pillow ever showed that she was there. He turned towards the window to see her, her long hair hanging down in a silky tangle. The sun had just begun to rise sending a golden sheen over everything. He stood up and walked over to her. Ivy sensed his presence but made no move to acknowledge it. He stood behind her one hand brushing against her arm. Together they watched the sun rise, his hand drawing small patterns on her arm then sliding down to take her hand. She rose from the chair partly helped by him and turned to face him. Their eyes met at once and that feeling came back but she forgot all about it as he bent down to kiss her.
The months progress like years until time stops and leaves you wondering where the days went.
Her headache was back, the same pounding feeling. She held both hands up trying to crush the pain but nothing seemed to help. Alone in her apartment Ivy fell from the chair she was sitting in to the floor. When she came to it was raining again, her forehead still hurt but it was different kind of pain. Ivy brought one hand up to touch the small cut just above her right eye. The blood had dried but there were few drops on the floor, staining the wood.
She got up and walked into the bathroom to wash up the cut. It wasn't very deep so she applied a band-aid over it and went to clean up the wood floor. These headaches seemed to come more frequently now but Ivy didn't worry about them, there was never much of a reason to worry about anything, she was happy.
Ivy stuck the last pin into the knot of hair on top of her head. A few loose curls fell down around her framing her face. She smiled at the mirrored reflection and turned away to walk back into the bedroom.
Spike sat on the couch shuffling his hands impatiently. He was dressed quite nicely tonight in his rental tuxedo and a pair of shiny black shoes. He looked at his reflection staring up at him, he was nervous. The face looked calm but something twisted inside his stomach as the bedroom door opened. Spike stood up and turned around, she stood in the doorway watching him. The red silk of the dress rose from her knees to cling sweetly around the curves of her breasts and disappear into two thin straps around her shoulders.
His face revealed nothing of the surprise she had hoped to evoke from him. Instead, he only smiled that small quirky smile of his.
"Do you like it?"
"On you, yea." Spike walked around the couch and over to her. "Off you I think it would look even better."
Ivy smiled and raised her arms up to drape them around his neck. Their first kiss was sweet and soft. She broke away first to smile up at him, their eyes nearly level with one another.
"I bought this dress for you," she whispered.
"I'm glad you did." Spike bent down and kissed her again, this time without the sweetness of before.
When they broke apart she was gasping for air and shaking slightly, he had such power over her!
"Come on, lets go." Spike took her hand to lead her towards the door. Outside for once, it was not raining.
They went to a candlelit restaurant where people could eat in the shadows and feel like they are utterly alone. She ordered chicken and he ordered steak. There was something about Spike and beef; he loved it too much. Along with their food, he ordered a bottle of champagne. The liquid was fizzy and had sort of a bitter taste to but she drank it anyway. Tonight was a special night, she was with him.
After dinner, the music began. A soft candlelit show filled with orchestral sounds and some swaying couples. He got up and offered her his hands; no words needed to be spoken to know his intent. They danced close together, one hand resting on the small of her back feeling the soft skin underneath his fingertips. She turned her face towards his neck taking in the scent of his cologne, a smoky woodsy scent that seemed to fit him so well. They danced like this for a long time, both of them losing themselves in each other.
It wasn't until the orchestra stopped for the night that he led her back to the table so he could pay the check. Outside the moon shone full on the street. They walked close together, her hand interlaced with his.
"I've never seen this church before." Ivy stopped and looked up at the tall building in front of them.
"It's an old church, been around for a couple hundred years." Spike followed her eyes up to the steeple. A brass bell gleamed in the moonlight.
"It's beautiful, in an old fashioned way." Ivy replied moving on.
Spike followed next to her, his eyes turning only once to look back at the church a small smile on his face.
Oh God take me with you, I don't want to live this life no more.
Ivy looked down at the note in her hand. Spike wanted to meet her at the church, the tall cathedral in town, the one that looked something from the Renaissance. She smiled as she read the last line of the note. "Come alone through the rain and don't wear any jewelry. "The smile on her face widened as laughter bubbled in her throat only to quickly die away.
Ivy clasped one hand over her heart, it hurt slightly. A sharp needle like pain that came with every breath she took. Her breathing was to fast to slow down the pain, she didn't know why she felt this way, but it hurt.
Ivy dropped the note she had been reading on to the floor and laid her head on the table. She was very tired and weak all of a sudden. The pain wasn't very intense but it left her suddenly feeling like she was made of water. On shaky legs Ivy got up and walked to her bedroom. She wanted to lay down for a bit; maybe a nap would do her good.
Take me in your angel arms and fly my soul to heaven.
Outside it had begun to rain again. The clouds were dark and ominous letting loose a downpour of rainwater. Spike leaned against the brick walls of the church. One hand rhythmically thumped the bouquet of red roses against his leg.
Take me and cover me in petals the color of blood.
His cigarette flared up with a reddish light. A bit of ash fell off and landed on the ground next to all his other cigarettes. He took the lit one he was smoking and dropped it on the ground.
I said I would wait for you for a million years...
Spike walked away from the church, the roses hanging loosely in his hand. A glint of gold caught underneath a street light.
...but a million years is a very long time.
In front of the door of her apartment he stopped. The lights were all off but the curtains were open. She never bothered to close them, never caring if people could look in or not. He raised one hand to knock, hesitated, and took a deep breath, then knocked. The sound was very loud over the pouring rain. He waited a few minutes then knocked again, firmer this time.
She never answered the door.
Spike sighed and turned away from the cheerful red door. The roses hung limply from his hand, his head was down, his emotions a riot inside him. One rose fell loose and landed in a puddle on the sidewalk. He never stopped to see it or retrieve it.
Inside Ivy lay on her bed, one hand resting gently on the still plane of her chest right above her heart. The other lay at her side clutching the blanket loosely. All around her, a mane of blonde hair covered the pillow and her closed eyes.
Who knew how long it would be before someone found her.
See you Space Cowboy...
Faye: The dreams are over and the interlude begins. What will be reveled as the crew awakens to a new day? Like a picture their thought are bright and colorful in their mind. The next episode is "Interlude: The Dream Within In."
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Session 17: Sympathy for a Rose
"Oh what the fuck does it matter anyway?" She threw the wet towel down onto the floor and turned away. "No one could really gives a care what I do anymore."
Ivy grabbed her pack of cigarettes sitting on the table and headed outside. It was raining but she could care less, the rain just calmed her emotions. One still hand slid a cigarette into her mouth while the other pulled a pink plastic lighter out of her pocket.
Paper burned and tobacco smoked as she lit the cigarette and took a deep drag filling her lungs with the heady gray smoke.
If I should die tomorrow, would you cry over my grave?
She let herself get carried away, lost in her dreams while she smoked, first one cigarette then the next, one after another, lighting each one with the butt of her last one. The pack was almost empty but she didn't care.
Let me die God. I don't want to live this life anymore.
Where am I? Ivy looked up at the awning over her head then turned to look at the door she leaned against. It was a cheerful looking door, painted bright red with a shiny brass knob. Next to it was a window; a warm yellow light shone from it onto the wet pavement of the sidewalk.
I'm not happy when I act this way.
The cigarette she held between her lips slowly went out, the last of the gray smoke fading in her lungs leaving behind only the taste. She pulled the dead cigarette from her lips and flicked it out into the street. It flew through the air and landed in the gutter where caught by the rain water rushing past, the lone white object swirled around then disappeared into the sewer.
If I could...I would dance with the devil tonight.
Ivy walked back inside and closed the bright red door behind her. In the window, the yellow lamp went out leaving behind an empty street with only a small scattering of cigarette butts to show that she was ever there.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Ivy held her head to ward off the headache she knew was coming. Everything was spinning slightly and here she was standing in the middle of a busy street clutching her purse for dear life lest someone come and steal it when she couldn't do anything.
"Are you alright miss?"
"Yea I'm fine," Ivy replied never looking up at the man who stood next to her. All she could see was a pair of scuffed shoes and the ratty ends of his jeans.
Nausea boiled inside her stomach and the headache came, pounding with such fierceness that she felt her knees weaken and fall beneath her.
'Shit this is what I need right now.' Ivy groaned to herself mentally as the man caught her in his arms. They were thin arms, kind of lean and sinewy with muscle.
"Hey miss do you want me to take you to the hospital?" It was the man again, he sounded worried. It was probably just a lie, he wanted her to pass out so he could make off with her purse and leave her there lying half dead in the street.
"No, I'm fine," Ivy replied before she passed out in his arms.
Damn headache got the best of me this time...
Ivy slowly opened her eyes, everything was slightly blurry, but things began to clear. Light became sharper while objects appeared and the figure of a man sitting next to the bed reading a book.
"Where am I?" Ivy asked looking around her slightly with her eyes. Her head hurt when she moved it so she lay still, not wanting to bring back the pain.
"Your finally awake, I thought you might never wake up," the man replied closing his book and setting it on the table next to him.
"Give me a break, I was tired. I needed to get some sleep." Ivy replied shifting her eyes back to the ceiling.
"I see, well you picked a pretty bad time to go to sleep."
"I was too tired to stay up anymore. Now answer my question, where the am I?"
"My place," the man replied.
"Oh great, I'm left at the mercy of a man. Just to let you know I know how to kick your ass if you try and rape me and there is no money in my purse."
"I'm not going to try and rape you, your not my type. Also I don't need your money. I have my own. Instead of thinking so cynical of me why don't you thank me first. I did after all save your life."
"Alright Mr. Protector, thank you." Ivy tried to sit up but she only caused her head to hurt again so she lay still and continued to stare at the ceiling. "You know you have a nice ceiling here."
"Thanks, I try to keep it clean for all the strange womyn I bring home because they passed out in the street."
"You should make a profession out of it, you might make some money," Ivy replied trying to sit up again. Her head throbbed with her movement but she managed to succeed and prop herself up against the pillow. Only with the help of two arms that slipped around her and pulled her up.
"Thanks," Ivy replied smoothing the covers around her.
"Here take this, it might help your head. I've been waiting for you to wake up to give them to you." Two hands held out something to her, a glass of water, and two white pills.
Ivy turned toward the hands and for the first time got a good look at her savior. He was a thin man with fuzzy green hair falling slightly over two brown eyes. One was darker then the other, giving her a strange feeling deep inside. She tore her eyes away from his and looked down at the pills.
"What are these?"
"Aspirin, I thought it might help you on the headache."
"You are sure there not poison?" Ivy asked dryly taking the pills and the glass water.
"Nope sorry, I'm fresh out. I'll just have to give you regular old aspirin for today."
Ivy nodded and swallowed the pills washing them down with a couple gulps of water.
"Thanks." She handed the empty glass back to him then sat back on the pillows.
"Now that you've given me aspirin and you've saved me and taken me into your home do you think you can give me a name?"
"The name is Spike Spiegel, you can call me Spike."
"So Spike...is your wife home?"
"I don't have one."
"Oh, I was just wondering since if you did have one she would probably be pretty pissed off if she came home and found me sitting in your bed."
"If I did have a wife I would have left you lying in the street and let someone else pick you up."
"Fair enough," Ivy replied falling silent again.
The two sat around for a little while before he spoke again. "Now that I have given you my name, you can give me yours."
"My name is Ivy, Ivy Juliana."
"Ivy is a nice name, it fits you."
"Thank you, I've been told that before."
"Oh really? By who?"
"By guys, who were trying to get into my pants," Ivy replied sweetly giving him a smile of complete innocence.
Spike just grinned and shook his head.
In my world it always rains...
Ivy looked up at the sky; the clouds were dark and somewhat ominous. Rain poured down onto the street running in rivulets into the drains. Her umbrella lay near by inside the small porcelain vase near the door, but she wouldn't need it. He would have his umbrella, he always did.
Ivy smiled as she saw the tall figure making his way towards her door. Outside the rain seemed to pound louder on the pavement while she waited underneath the awning for him. They kissed once, a short sweet kiss before she ducked under his umbrella and together the two walked off down the street.
"We've had such horrible weather lately," Ivy sighed looking out the steamy coffee shop window.
"And you don't like it?" Spike set his cup down and looked over at
her.
"Sometimes a body needs the sunshine to feel alive again."
"I can agree with you, but in a way I like the rain. It fits the mood we're in."
"Do you mean sad and depressive?"
"No, more like new and wondering."
Ivy let herself stare into his eyes, something she didn't do to much. There was something about them that made her shiver and get a strange feeling deep inside. Their words fell quiet until he pushed his coffee cup away from his and reached into his pocket for some change.
"Come on, lets go somewhere else."
"Alright," Ivy stood up and slipped on her black raincoat.
They ended up going to a small club filled with the lilting sounds of jazz music and couples that danced to close together. He ordered their drinks while she sat in the dark shadows listening to the music. Later on after the alcohol had begun to take it's affect upon them both he asked her to dance.
Out on the dance floor he held her in his arms, one hand pressed against her back while the other held his. They didn't stare into each other's eyes like some of the other couples but instead looked in opposite directions. Her cheek rested against the cloth of his coat while he would sometimes touch the top of her head with his chin. They danced like this for a long time, just kind of swaying back and forth with the music.
Around 2am she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him. The hazy glow of alcohol shone in the depths of his own eyes but she knew what he wanted.
They left the club and walked back to her place, the umbrella was slipped into the stand next to her own and her wet raincoat was neatly hung up inside the closet. Quietly she led him into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.
Ivy woke up with the rising of the sun. It was 5 am now. She slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Spike and slipped on a robe. She pulled a chair up to the window and sat down to watch the sunrise. One leg came up and rested itself underneath her chin; her fingers interlaced themselves and rested near her ankles.
This was how Spike found her. He awoke in the bed feeling cold to see that his bed partner was missing. Only the dent of the pillow ever showed that she was there. He turned towards the window to see her, her long hair hanging down in a silky tangle. The sun had just begun to rise sending a golden sheen over everything. He stood up and walked over to her. Ivy sensed his presence but made no move to acknowledge it. He stood behind her one hand brushing against her arm. Together they watched the sun rise, his hand drawing small patterns on her arm then sliding down to take her hand. She rose from the chair partly helped by him and turned to face him. Their eyes met at once and that feeling came back but she forgot all about it as he bent down to kiss her.
The months progress like years until time stops and leaves you wondering where the days went.
Her headache was back, the same pounding feeling. She held both hands up trying to crush the pain but nothing seemed to help. Alone in her apartment Ivy fell from the chair she was sitting in to the floor. When she came to it was raining again, her forehead still hurt but it was different kind of pain. Ivy brought one hand up to touch the small cut just above her right eye. The blood had dried but there were few drops on the floor, staining the wood.
She got up and walked into the bathroom to wash up the cut. It wasn't very deep so she applied a band-aid over it and went to clean up the wood floor. These headaches seemed to come more frequently now but Ivy didn't worry about them, there was never much of a reason to worry about anything, she was happy.
Ivy stuck the last pin into the knot of hair on top of her head. A few loose curls fell down around her framing her face. She smiled at the mirrored reflection and turned away to walk back into the bedroom.
Spike sat on the couch shuffling his hands impatiently. He was dressed quite nicely tonight in his rental tuxedo and a pair of shiny black shoes. He looked at his reflection staring up at him, he was nervous. The face looked calm but something twisted inside his stomach as the bedroom door opened. Spike stood up and turned around, she stood in the doorway watching him. The red silk of the dress rose from her knees to cling sweetly around the curves of her breasts and disappear into two thin straps around her shoulders.
His face revealed nothing of the surprise she had hoped to evoke from him. Instead, he only smiled that small quirky smile of his.
"Do you like it?"
"On you, yea." Spike walked around the couch and over to her. "Off you I think it would look even better."
Ivy smiled and raised her arms up to drape them around his neck. Their first kiss was sweet and soft. She broke away first to smile up at him, their eyes nearly level with one another.
"I bought this dress for you," she whispered.
"I'm glad you did." Spike bent down and kissed her again, this time without the sweetness of before.
When they broke apart she was gasping for air and shaking slightly, he had such power over her!
"Come on, lets go." Spike took her hand to lead her towards the door. Outside for once, it was not raining.
They went to a candlelit restaurant where people could eat in the shadows and feel like they are utterly alone. She ordered chicken and he ordered steak. There was something about Spike and beef; he loved it too much. Along with their food, he ordered a bottle of champagne. The liquid was fizzy and had sort of a bitter taste to but she drank it anyway. Tonight was a special night, she was with him.
After dinner, the music began. A soft candlelit show filled with orchestral sounds and some swaying couples. He got up and offered her his hands; no words needed to be spoken to know his intent. They danced close together, one hand resting on the small of her back feeling the soft skin underneath his fingertips. She turned her face towards his neck taking in the scent of his cologne, a smoky woodsy scent that seemed to fit him so well. They danced like this for a long time, both of them losing themselves in each other.
It wasn't until the orchestra stopped for the night that he led her back to the table so he could pay the check. Outside the moon shone full on the street. They walked close together, her hand interlaced with his.
"I've never seen this church before." Ivy stopped and looked up at the tall building in front of them.
"It's an old church, been around for a couple hundred years." Spike followed her eyes up to the steeple. A brass bell gleamed in the moonlight.
"It's beautiful, in an old fashioned way." Ivy replied moving on.
Spike followed next to her, his eyes turning only once to look back at the church a small smile on his face.
Oh God take me with you, I don't want to live this life no more.
Ivy looked down at the note in her hand. Spike wanted to meet her at the church, the tall cathedral in town, the one that looked something from the Renaissance. She smiled as she read the last line of the note. "Come alone through the rain and don't wear any jewelry. "The smile on her face widened as laughter bubbled in her throat only to quickly die away.
Ivy clasped one hand over her heart, it hurt slightly. A sharp needle like pain that came with every breath she took. Her breathing was to fast to slow down the pain, she didn't know why she felt this way, but it hurt.
Ivy dropped the note she had been reading on to the floor and laid her head on the table. She was very tired and weak all of a sudden. The pain wasn't very intense but it left her suddenly feeling like she was made of water. On shaky legs Ivy got up and walked to her bedroom. She wanted to lay down for a bit; maybe a nap would do her good.
Take me in your angel arms and fly my soul to heaven.
Outside it had begun to rain again. The clouds were dark and ominous letting loose a downpour of rainwater. Spike leaned against the brick walls of the church. One hand rhythmically thumped the bouquet of red roses against his leg.
Take me and cover me in petals the color of blood.
His cigarette flared up with a reddish light. A bit of ash fell off and landed on the ground next to all his other cigarettes. He took the lit one he was smoking and dropped it on the ground.
I said I would wait for you for a million years...
Spike walked away from the church, the roses hanging loosely in his hand. A glint of gold caught underneath a street light.
...but a million years is a very long time.
In front of the door of her apartment he stopped. The lights were all off but the curtains were open. She never bothered to close them, never caring if people could look in or not. He raised one hand to knock, hesitated, and took a deep breath, then knocked. The sound was very loud over the pouring rain. He waited a few minutes then knocked again, firmer this time.
She never answered the door.
Spike sighed and turned away from the cheerful red door. The roses hung limply from his hand, his head was down, his emotions a riot inside him. One rose fell loose and landed in a puddle on the sidewalk. He never stopped to see it or retrieve it.
Inside Ivy lay on her bed, one hand resting gently on the still plane of her chest right above her heart. The other lay at her side clutching the blanket loosely. All around her, a mane of blonde hair covered the pillow and her closed eyes.
Who knew how long it would be before someone found her.
See you Space Cowboy...
Faye: The dreams are over and the interlude begins. What will be reveled as the crew awakens to a new day? Like a picture their thought are bright and colorful in their mind. The next episode is "Interlude: The Dream Within In."
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