:CHAPTER 3:
The next few days, Spike crashed at Julia's apartment in Jupiter. They were filled with retelling old stories, walks around the city, first dates all over again, and numerous accounts of sex. Days turned into a few weeks, and soon, the apartment was seeming to small for them, and Spike was missing his own little place on Mars. He decided to take Julia out, not to just a little diner, but to somewhere fancy. She dressed for the occasion, in green rather than her traditional black.
"Are you ready madam?" said Spike, grinning and holding out his arm.
"Of course Mousier Spiegel," she said, chucking at her own French accent.
When they got to the restaurant, they found a cozy little table. It was rather empty, save for a few violinists and lovebirds evenly dispersed. After eating two huge salads, balancing spoons on there noses, and complaining about their right to smoke in a restaurant, Spike suddenly became serious.
"Jules, there is something I need to talk to you about," he said, looking into her eyes, and gently holding her hands across the table. Julia nodded, as if to say go on. Her eyes grew curious as she saw Spike reach into his pocket, only to return with a little blue velvet box.
"Will you-"
Before Spike could ask for Julia's hand in marriage, the door to the restaurant flew open. In it stood a tall, lanky man, with silver hair. He knew the man well, and had once, called him a friend. But his presence here was a problem and his anger was evident. Most of the people flew under their tables when he whipped out a silver handgun, polished for such an occasion. Spike however, rose up. He motioned for Julia to sit down, but she stood anyway.
Vicious pointed his gun directly at Spike.
"Move," he said, his words stinging like a cold breeze.
Spike didn't move at all. He just asked what Vicious wanted. He looked at Julia, and it was evident.
"You haven't been the only one looking for this little lady. Now I suggest you move or you're going to die."
Spike probably wouldn't have moved and inch if Julia hadn't stepped in front of him.
"I'm not letting you go with him…"
"I don't know what else to do."
Before any choices could be made, Vicious had Julia by the wrist, and his gun newly planted to her golden head. He gave Spike a smirk.
"She belonged to me first, and she will belong to me last. Thank you for helping me find her Spike, and I hope you sleep well tonight."
Vicious moved his gun a few inches, and shot, hitting Spike in the knee. If would have probably imbedded itself in his heart if Julia hadn't struggled as Vicious fired. It didn't really matter, because Vicious took off with Julia anyway, leaving Spike to bleed to death unless something good happened, and fast.