Vicious was here, and he knew Spike was going to leave the Syndicate tonight. Or at least try to leave. So he decided to threaten me instead of him because he knew. Me and Spike both knew that Vicious knew. About us, and he knew us. Knew everything about us and even worse, understood us. He didn't care about my life, he cared that Spike, his best friend in the whole world was leaving him and betraying the syndicate.
"I know he's going to try and run." Vicious spoke down to me. Gun to my head. "I can feel it in my bones. No, in my morrow."
Something about that line made me shiver. He continued to speak down to me with the barrel of his gun pointed to my temple. "I know him too well to think that he won't try and leave tonight. I also know him too well to think that he wouldn't ask you to come along." I gasped a bit and Vicious hissed more than spoke now. "So, I want you to kill him. In cold blood. Tonight, or I kill you both."
I shivered again. So tonight was the night. I wasn't prepared at all, not one bag packed. But I knew better than to pack. "You son of a bitch. Vicious I can't, you know I can't. You'll just have to kill me now." I looked up at him cursing his name in my mind. Damn you! Watched him tighten his finger over the trigger. Damn you for making me decide death! I heard the trigger tremble. Damn you for not letting anyone be happy including yourself! click
No Bullets. When did Vicious not have his gun fully loaded? When he had to kill people he loved, even if he didn't trust them. Well, he didn't trust me. He told me this before leaving my shabby little appartment one, last, time.
"I'll give you this last chance, kill him, or both of you die."
Next thing I heard later was Spike tapping on the door with his foot. That was an hour or two after Vicious left. I just completely lost track of time sitting there staring out of my window past my angelfish sculpture with my thoughts rushing through my head like a frieght train. What the fuck should I do now? Should I run with Spike? Should I kill the man I love? The only man I ever loved. Should I kill him and stay with the Syndicate and Vicious or should I run with him? Should I just run period? Pack up and forget my past with these killers? Oh crap. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm completely lost in all of this.
And I was. Lost out my window, staring into the pouring rain. But I still knew what the right thing to do was. To run. Not with Spike though. Just run. I began crying but stoppped shortly when I heard Spike at my door.
"Knock Knock..." He said through the door. I could see him in my mind trying to smile through all this.
"Don't be cute Spike and come in." I spoke quietly and calmly.
"Come with me, I'm leaving tonight."
"Spike, I..." He cut me off this time.
"Here's where I'll be waiting." He handed me a slip of paper. My hands were shaking and his palms were covered in sweat. "I'll wait..."
And then he left. I crumpled up the piece of paper, then tore it up, and then threw it out my window. It was raining. It would completely disintigrate and then be no more. Vicious wouldn't know where to find him and kill him just yet. Not if I could help it.
I cried a bit while I did it. Because I knew I would probably never see Spike Spiegel again. Alive or Dead. I didn't even get a chance to kiss him one last time before he walked out of my life. Maybe forever. I cried a bit while I packed because I found a shirt of his he had left over one night. I held it to my face and inhaled deeply. It smelled like him. Hopefully it always would.
I continued to pack up and then I threw everything in my car. My candy apple red Cadilac El Dorado and drove off. I drove past the graveyard and the headstone I knew Spike would be. There he was waiting. Just standing there with his back to me, staring into the pouring rain. I cried softly. The only reason I cried was to keep myself from sobbing if that makes any sense. I whispered to him through the rain and my closed car window, because I knew he couldn't hear me.
"See you Spike Spiegel..."