Addiction
By: Rachel
Rated: R (Anything R rated folks…)
Genre: Drama
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Story has a grim side to it. Not that it hasn't already been grim, but it gets grimmer, don't get me wrong though. It is a Spike / Faye fanfiction!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop
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The cold metal blade cut through his skin with effortless ease. He was stunned. The chill was soon replaced by a sharp, nauseating pain in his left side. Spike gagged on reflex and rolled onto his side.
Max snarled and sat up on his knees and wiped the blood from his nose and mouth. "Bastard, this is what I get for helping you. Do you know how many times you could have killed yourself if I wasn't near you? God, you damned addict. You act like you're healed, as if nothing had even happened." Max spit out more blood. Horror and amusement curled into the smile forming on his pale face, covered with sweat and blood. "You know damned well that those needle marks aren't going away anytime soon. In fact, I bet you're itching to just find a sewing needle, or even a knife would surface. I'm sure right now just about anything could supersede your aching need for the addiction."
"Stop!" Spike covered his ears with his hands and shook his head as if he had gone mad with insanity.
"Stop…Stop…!" Max mooched. "You make me sick." He growled. "What man lies to his wife in front of her face, and then goes off to get junked up on heroine only to come back and then get caught by the guys he ran away from?"
"Stop it Max!" Spike looked up with crying eyes. He had to keep his mouth shut he couldn't have Faye know. She would think he was a monster. He was a monster.
Max licked his lips and nodded. "As I thought Spike, you haven't told her the truth."
Spike whaled. "Max, please stop!" He let out a cry of pain as he felt himself growing numb on his left side.
"If you don't shut up I will kill your darling beauty. You know what I'm capable of Spike." Max chewed on his lower lip and snickered.
"You also know what I can do if you dare lay a hand on her!" Spike's eyes blazed in a wild fury. "You touch her and I'll snap you like a twig!"
Faye had inched herself against the back of a wall and sat there in silence. Trembling, tears laced her eyes. She was half in shock. Was this how it was going to end? Was she going to die not knowing how Spike felt?
Spike's breath was coming out in ragged gulps out air. He wheezed as fell onto his back to glance back at Faye. She was terrified. He couldn't blame her. He was a monster, and so was the man towering over him. She was alone, no one could help her.
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Evening Before the Overdose…
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"You alive there, Spike?" Max kicked Spike in the ribs roughly.
Spike heaved and let out a whale. "Christ!" He howled. "I'm resting!"
Max nodded. "Sorry man, don't want you to die on me is all."
Spike and Max were at a standstill. Jared had stopped the cash flow while the heroine was being transported, and they were in need of a fix badly. Desperation had stuck and they headed off to a local bar in the sticks.
Music cried out at a rapid pace. Bodies rippled, and twirled to the liquid beat. Spike walked in, cigarette in mouth a grin on his pasty complexion. Max trailed behind. Both fitted in lose clothing Spike moved sharply to his left and leaned up against the wall by the doorway. There was only one way in, and unless you had it in, there was only one way out.
Lucky for them, Max had it in with one of the tenders. "Max, baby I haven't seen you in ages!" A tall, thin girl with amber colored hair and golden eyes cheered as she noticed a familiar face.
"Yeah, it's been awhile Janie." Spike arched an eyebrow. Janie and Max were rather familiar indeed. Spike watched as Max planted a kiss on her cheek and took both of her chilled hands as his forehead rested against hers. "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine; maybe you could help me hook him up with one of your friends?"
Janie smiled inquisitively. "Do you need help?" The tender's voice was no longer tender. Spike couldn't help but let a smirk cross his face.
Max rolled his eyes and pointed at Spike. "This is who I'm talking about." Janie turned and looked at Spike; she eyed him slowly, drinking in his looks, and noted the pasty complexion. "Run out of your drug money?" Spike started laughing and nodded, walking towards her.
"Janie, Spike," Max pointed to Spike for Janie, "Spike, this is Janie." He finished, pointing at Janie. "She lived next store to me when we was little."
Janie rolled her eyes. "Needless to say, we're pretty close…but that's enough reminiscing, how deep in are you?"
Max thought for a moment. "It'll be two days around midnight." Max mumbled.
Janie's shoulders sank. "You don't want women; you want your fucking drug money." She narrowed her eyes and pierced her pink fingernail into Max's wrinkled green t-shirt.
Max smiled. "We want both, honey." He cupped his hands around her face and kissed the tender in a not so tender way. "Or you know what I can do…" His eyes darkened. Spike shuddered, as images of what Max did to his women ran through his mind.
Spike was getting bored with the happy ex couple, and waltzed over to the bar. Sitting at the far end in a dark little nook he exhaled finally and relaxed a bit. "What'll it be?" A clichéd tender line if he'd ever heard it.
"Whatever you got." Spike joined the clichés and slang tongues and gave up. He was gone. The man who controlled the bottles consumed in one evening stared at Spike for a long while. "One gin and tonic coming up—"
"Make it two, I'll need it." Spike shook his head. Crossing his eyes he eyed his cigarette and noted that it was at the butt. Rolling his eyes he put it out sloppily, and threw his head down into his arms.
He tried to block the noise from his mind. It was all giving him a headache. The entrance opened up and the two men to his right let out a howl. "Will you take a look at that fine thing?" The one man chuckled. "Damn I'd give anything to stare into those green eyes all night long.
Green eyes, he smiled. He once knew a girl who had green eyes. Damn, did he miss those green eyes. What had he gone and done to himself? "You're telling me, and those locks of hair. They shine like satin, and what a color. Violet…a real gene altered beauty."
Spike tensed. He did know a girl, with just that description. Tucked away in his nook he looked up, eyes wide with fright. He held his breath as he stared, and forgot that his two gin and tonics were sitting in front of him. "No way in hell!" Spike hissed.
The two men looked to the younger man beside them. "You're looking at her too then, aren't you?" They chuckled. "Go get her; you've got a better chance than we do."
Spike shook his head in terror and sank into the bar stool just a little bit more. "No, I've have my share of her. A vindictive little…" Spike's left arm was trembling before his feet even touched the ground.
"Feisty is she?" The one man cooed. "She's just my type.
Spike snarled and grabbed hold of the man's collar. He looked down at the man's left hand and eyed the silver wedding band. "Touch her and I'll kill you with my bare hands." Spike narrowed his eyes. "I pity your wife. She married scum."
The man's eyes were lit on fire. "You little bastard!" he snarled. Spike's eyes widened and he pushed himself to the floor hurriedly as he saw violet shoulder length locks turning his way.
Spike kicked the stool out from under the man and sent him to the ground with a loud crash. Rolling onto his back for a second he pushed his legs and inched himself just past the bar corner so he could see her white boots and pale pink thigh highs. Spike's breath caught. He wanted to stand up and say hello as if nothing had happened.
Spike shook the thought from his mind and his eyes saddened. "A vixen." He growled. Getting on all fours he took one last, long look at her before he darted into the crowd of people.
"Spike, there you are!" Max called. Spike fell forward and turned back, eyes wide, teeth bared.
"Do you want to die!" Spike jerked Max's good arm down to the ground and exhaled. "We're leaving."
People looked down oddly at the two men sitting on the dance floor whispering to one another. One was confused, the other was tense and alert.
Max ran his fingers through his coal colored hair. "Yeah, we'll leave. We just need to get our women first, Janie's got us covered for cash too, plus we'll take what we can get from the girls, and that should keep us lose until nightfall tomorrow."
"Now!" Spike bellowed. Spike was sickened. What Max meant was that Janie was dead and that he had threatened two whores into spending the night with him and a friend of his.
Max was starting to get worried. Spike really was in need of a good fix. "Have you seen this man?" Spike bowed his head. The noise was suddenly gone. Everything was silent, except for Faye. He could hear her. Hear her beating heart, her bated breathing. He could smell her jasmine perfume the second she entered a room. It was a welcoming scent, like home, but sweeter.
Spike looked up. Max's eyes widened. Spike looked like was about to cry or something. A sad smile and sad eyes, his shoulders sank. "God," He whispered, "I missed her." Spike shook his head.
"Okay, we'll leave. We're going now, okay?" Max shook Spike lightly. Spike nodded and they stood. "Besides, our ladies are already here." Spike looked up as he locked eyes with the two women staring down at Max and himself.
The one on the left was about five feet tall with dyed green hair, cut just below her small ears. Her blue eyes glistened. She was drunk, but also a whore. The girl on the right had shoulder length—
Spike chocked, and shook his head. Shoulder length, dyed violet silky hair, and green eyes. Contacts, but still the violet hair and green eyes would kill him. "Name's Karin." She smiled.
Spike sighed. It wasn't Faye, and never would be. She didn't have jasmine perfume, and her eyes didn't make you want to get lost in her gaze. She wouldn't kill him. "Spike," he mumbled as she locked arms with him. "Come on, let's go." He muttered and hurriedly walked out the back way. There were sick benefits to befriending Max.
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Back at Max's place the girls laughed as they downed bottle after bottle of beer and wine. Spike sat on the couch with a needle in his arm. Head rolled back he smiled. She was gone. She was an enigma to him, and nothing more.
"Spike," Karin rolled her nose together as she noticed the needle still in his arm. "You look so lonely." She pouted as she sat in his lap. "Don't you want me?"
Spike stared right through her. "Karin, is that your real name?"
The girl smiled. "If you want it to be, then sure it is." Karin started to unbutton his dirty yellow shirt as she nibbled, and kissed down the left side of his neck. "Call me what you want baby."
Spike exhaled. "Faye." He smiled and shook the needle from his arm before pinning the girl to the couch. "Faye, Faye…" he trailed off. "God, I missed you." He kissed the girl longingly. She was just an enigma, why was she in his thoughts even with the heroine he couldn't rid her from his mind. Her tears, her cries, he had to silence them; he had to make her stop crying.
Max was standing, pinned to a wall with Nancy Something attached to his neck. Who the hell was Faye? Max shook his head. "He still can't handle the drug babe." The girl sucking his neck like a vampire smiled mid suck.
His vision blurred and all he saw the faint green color of the girl's eyes and the violet color of the girl's silky, violet hair. "God, Faye I miss you." He wrapped his arms around the girl and pulled her into his arm and hugged her with all his might. "Forgive me. I'm sorry I haven't called. I'm sorry." He wept.
Just an enigma…