A/N: Hey! Long time no write! LoL Word to the wise for Julia lovers...well...this fic won't be for you, eheh. -.-' I mean, I'm actually trying to keep her in-character, so she won't be bitchy, but you may not like the ending of this chapter, but those that hate her will, so enjoy! Oh, & of course R&R! It helps me know that I'm doing good/bad/in-between! Also makes me wanna continue faster! Oh, yeah, and I don't own ANY of these lyrics that I've used or Cowboy Bebop! DUH!!! I mean, I'm so poor that I eat the friggin' bell peppers WITHOUT beef!!!! lol...j/k, but still....
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Linkin Park: "From the Inside"
"Vicious, please! Put that down!"
The silvery-haired man ignored his lover's frantic pleas and shot the vile of Bloody Eye into both of his awaiting irises, both pupils now decreasing tremendously in size before a large, maniacal grin spread across his lips and left him dangling from a string over the thin, limited line of his sanity.
"Vicious, you must stop this!," Julia wailed, tears of pain and woe now streaming freely down along her alabaster-like cheeks as she clasped her hands over her heart and bowed her head in utter despair. "If you were wondering why our relationship is failing, this is it! This is the reason why I can't sleep at night knowing that you're still taking those damned drugs! And for what? Won't you tell me?!"
Vicious regarded her with a sneer, then gave her a strenuous push that sent her sprawling backwards and into the small chair by the window, her blood-red lips immediately curling downward into a pained grimace as she regarded him with large, fearful eyes.
"You stay away from me!," she warned, shrinking back against the wall as her lover unsteadily staggered towards her. "I mean it, Vicious! If you come near me, I'll-I'll scream!"
The silvery-haired man didn't answer her, his obsidian pupils glinting dangerously within the barium lights of Julia's apartment as his breath came in long, uneven gasps that left him feeling rather delusional and light-headed.
Doing the only think that Julia felt would help them both, she opened her mouth, then released a blood-curdling scream that surely could have not only awoken the living, but the dead, as well.
Now able to speak once more, Vicious immediately rushed over to her and clamped a firm hand over her mouth, urging maliciously, "Shut up, you stupid wench! Do you want to get me caught?!"
Julia quickly shook her head, and he relaxed.
"Are you going to tell anybody about this?"
Again, she shook her head.
Vicious smiled, then, and released his hand over her mouth so that he could kiss her, a subtle shudder racking Julia's very body as she felt the iciness of her lover absorb within her flesh and trace down along her body like several freezing fingers.
BANG!
Letting out a cry of sheer consternation, Julia shrank back against the wall the moment that the door was suddenly shot open, a familiar figure immediately rushing into the room and poising his firearm before him with the full intention of pulling the trigger.
"Spike," she gasped, her cerulean blue orbs locking with his russet-colored ones as she felt her heart dance at just the mere sight of him. "What are you-"
"I heard a scream," he explained tersely, immediately fixing his troubled gaze over on Vicious. "Did you touch her?"
The silvery-haired man smirked. "Well, now, that's a rather personal question, isn't it, Spike?"
"Goddammit, answer me!!!"
Completely unphased by his comrade's curtness, Vicious returned dryly, "No, Sherlock, I most certainly did not."
Turning his attention back over towards Julia, he questioned uncertainly, "Is this true?"
She nodded. "Yes, it is. I-I merely saw a large spider on the floor, and...well...it just startled me, is all."
"There," Vicious announced, "are you satisfied? Julia is clearly 100% unscathed and as healthy as the come, so will you now kindly leave us alone?"
Spike hesitated for a moment, then nodded, never removing his eyes from Julia's pleading gaze as he returned softly, "Yeah....I'll go, now. Goodnight."
Vicious didn't even respond, a cold smirk forming along his thin lips as he watched his mossy-haired comrade egress the apartment and out into the caliginous shadows of the unknown.
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Spike allowed a soft sigh to escape his satin lips as he leaned his head back beneath the shower head, his eyes closing lazily while the water trickled down his bare backside in a torrential stream and swirled down into the depths of the tiny drain below.
"I have to get her off of my mind....this isn't right," he scolded himself anxiously, images of Vicious' blonde beauty dancing throughout the cluttered bowels of his mind and making his stomach churn into a tight little knot. "Julia doesn't belong to me, and yet she always seems to be pleading with her eyes to take her away from here.....to some place far away where we can actually be happy."
Letting out a snort due to having such ridiculous fantasies, Spike immediately turned and switched the water off before stepping out of the tub in all his glory and wrapping a towel snugly about his waist.
"Better get a drink," he announced aloud to no one in particular, nodding at his reflection in the mirror as if to verify the fact. "That's the only way that I can get my mind off that broad, so why not?"
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"Is this seat taken?"
Spike didn't even have to look at the vixen in order to know who it was, his right shoulder elevating in a careless shrug as he downed his whiskey and stood up, muttering something about women with attitude and how he should get going.
"Oh, c'mon, don't be such a wuss," Faye urged, instantly seizing him by the arm so that he couldn't take another step further. "We could have a drinking contest, or something.....for money, of course."
Spike snorted. "Unlike you, Faye Valentine, I happen to like keeping my dignity intact and don't jump at every friggin' opportunity to make a quick buck."
Faye was clearly taken aback by this remark, but nonetheless decided to remain nonplussed and tightened her grip about his arm, ordering indignantly, "Sit down."
"Shrew," Spike muttered, amazingly doing as he was told before taking out a cigarette and bringing the long white cylinder up to his lips.
"Well aren't you going to offer me one?," Faye demanded, giving him the sweetest, most seductive look that she could possibly muster. "After all, I do believe that it is customary to give a woman whatever she wants."
"Last time I checked, Faye, you weren't a woman," Spike remarked dryly, thus causing left eye to twitch dangerously.
"What do you mean, I'm not a woman, you asshole?!!"
"Just what it sounds like....you're not a woman," he returned coolly, a cancerous cloud of silver now blanketing his face from view as he glanced over at her and regarded her shock with a smug smirk. "Trust me, Faye, you're more of a bitch than anything else."
Faye, however, wasn't listening. She was far too busy studying the pair of two-toned irises that were peeking out at her from behind their silvery mask of carbon dioxide. They were so pained, and yet so.....beautiful.
Before she could stop herself, she had already uttered the unthinkable.
"Your eyes.....they're two different colors."
"Yeah, what of it?," Spike demanded through clenched teeth, his grip tightening about his shot glass to the point that it nearly shattered into a million pieces.
"Uh, well," Faye began, floundering, "I-I just wanted to know why, I guess. I mean, is it a genetic thing?"
Spike snorted, then immediately shot up from his bar stool, his eyes now ablaze like the fires of Hell, itself, as he stormed off in the direction of the exit hollering and cursing like a madman.
Faye sat there watching this peculiar display in a state of absolute disbelief, her troubled mind reeling as she wondered what on earth could be linked with Spike's eyes to make him so terribly angry at just the mere mentioning of them.
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The blustery wind within the grungy streets of Tharsis blew throughout Faye's violet tresses as she pulled her thin, barely-there jacket closer about her being with the hopes of entrapping some warmth, Evelyn finally regarding her presence with a subtle nod of the head as she questioned casually, "Sooo, do ya like it here?"
Faye felt the need to lie, yet she decided against it, returning softly, "To be perfectly honest, I really don't. I mean, it's not a thing like I was expecting."
"Well what did you think it'd be like?," Evelyn demanded, sending her a sharp glance. "It ain't all rainbows and butterflies, ya know!"
Faye sighed."Yeah, I know....it-it's just that I was hoping to find adventure, yet all I've got now is exactly what I had back at the strip club: hundreds of creepy men ogling my body like it's some prize to be won."
Evelyn suddenly fell silent, her eyes now masked by her fiery tresses as she shoved her hands into her trench coat pockets and let out a mournful whimper.
Faye immediately raised an eyebrow at this off-the-wall reaction, questioning gently, "Hey......are you alright?"
"Yeah....peachy keen," Evelyn snarled, absolutely refusing to discuss her shadowed past with a woman that she barely even knew.
Deciding to shrug it off, Faye hurriedly changed the subject, announcing teasefully, "I've discovered that Spike's a major asshole.....how do you manage?"
"Spike?," Evelyn questioned, now actually smiling, "Aw, he's great to work with.....major flirt, though. He and Vicious are the heart throbs of the syndicate."
Faye rolled her eyes. "I haven't met Vicious yet, but if he's anything like Spike, he's a Gorgio, too."
Evelyn laughed, then shook her head, insisting jovially, "Aw, c'mon, you know you think deep-down that Spike's a cutie! Every woman wants him.....especially Julia."
Faye frowned. "Julia?"
"Yeah....don't tell anyone, though, ok? It's a secret since she's still Vicious' girl."
Faye's frown only deepend, her eyes narrowing slightly once she realized that this mysterious blonde had even more skeletons in her closet than originally anticipated.
"Holy shit! Faye......look!"
Her head immediately snapped up at the announcement, only to see Evenlyn rushing over towards a crumpled figure blanketed in scarlet upon the sidewalk at top speed.
"Hey....wait!," Faye urged, frantically tripping over her own two feet as she stumbled after her in a clumsy rush.
Finally reaching them, she gasped, hurriedly dropping down to the figure's side as she then realized who it was. "Julia."
"She's not breathing!," Evelyn wailed, a tremendous sob escaping her throat once she began to shakily check all of her vital signs. "Oh, my God, there's blood everywhere!"
Faye chose not to look, her pained gaze immediately traveling up towards the apartment windows where a shrouded figure instantly caught her eye.
Once it realized that it had been spotted, the figure vanished amidst the darkness of the room as quickly as it had come, Faye frowning worriedly as she realized that the syndicate now had a murder on their hands.
A/N: Welp, that's it! If you review I'll try my best to crank out another chapter! :P