Addition

By: Rachel

Rated: R

Genre: Drama

E-mail: KimiWaPet2150 at comcast . net

Web Address: www . DoujinshiAdoptions . cjb . net

Okay. When I say its rated R, I usually mean it. It's rated R folks. You've been warned. This is the second chapter I've written in one sitting. Wow…maybe I should have foot surgery and be put in a cast more often…? Anyway, enjoy, and review! There is some dark stuff as well as a killer of an ending! ENJOY! READ AND REVIEW!

The false Faye had fallen asleep in Spike's arms. Still very much naked he covered her with his tattered yellow shirt. Spike hated this part the most. Pulling his pants on he pulled up the zipper and walked outside on the flimsy balcony. He didn't care if it broke and he fell to his death. It's what he deserved.

Max poked his head out. "Cover your ears Spike…" Max shut the thin screen door. Spike bowed his head and did as Max told him to. Bruising himself he pressed so hard, Spike dug his hands against his ears and skull so he could muffle the cries of Nancy Something, and False Faye.

Max, his friend, enjoyed the sport of killing women more than he enjoyed fucking them an hour or two before. Spike fell to his knees and wheezed painfully as he felt his left ear begin to bleed. "Stop it! Don't kill her! You're killing Faye!"

Spike ran in ready to draw blood. He couldn't stand the insanity anymore. It was eating him alive. "Spike!" She screamed.

Spike reeled and fell back as he watched the blade cut into her skin, deep into her throat. Spike watched horror stricken as False Faye let out several gargled breaths for air. She was breathing blood. Two tears rolled over her eyes, and then death came.

Spike threw up two seconds later. He listened as Max laughed and moaned at the pleasure he delved from killing the women he fucked. Spike gagged as he tasted the bile from his empty stomach. He had spent money on drugs rather than on food. His first love was now his last.

Spike balled his fists. "Max, you bastard!" Spike pounded his fists into the floor until they were numb. He was sickened as Max continued to get off to his sick ritual. What had Spike gotten himself into?

Max snickered. "If you liked her you should have said so. I wouldn't have killed her."

Spike sat up on his knees and stared at the man he had learned to trust. He was back in the past all over again. He was trapped in a syndicate hell. He wanted to run, right then and there. Spike stood, with his head bowed to the ground. He stared at Max's blood soaked hands and cringed. "Max." Spike mumbled.

Max looked up at Spike a smile on his face. "What is it Spike?" His voice was chipper.

Spike growled. "You bastard!" Spike sent Max flying backwards. "The money, give it to me now, and I'm finished!" His eyes blazed. "I can't deal with this any longer!"

Max groaned in pain as he touched his nose. "You broke my god damned nose Spike!" Max barked. "What's wrong with you?"

Spike charged forward and grabbed Max by the collar of his shirt and punched him against before tossing him against the wall across from him. "I realized what I missed, that's what." Spike's eyes were deadly. "The money, Max…" he trailed off. "I want it now."

Max rolled his head back to try and stop the blood flow. "Over there." He breathed through his mouth. He raised his arm and pointed to the bookcase.

Spike grinned. "I hope they find you and kill you." Spike shook his head and took it all.

"What the hell are you doing? Give me my share of the—" Max stopped when he saw Spike's eyes. Max had dropped his knife and it was over at the couch. Spike was in grabbing distance of it, and he was clearly not in a mood for rational conversation.

"You've got one minute between the time I leave and get to the closest pay phone." Spike grinned. "You should rot in hell with the rest of the sick bastards you work for."

Max snorted. "Sick bastards like you, you mean." Max arched an eyebrow. "What, I kill a girl and now you think you're better than I am? You've told me about your past, you've killed more men then I can count. Men with wives and children to feed and care for Spike. If I'm a bastard, than you're the devil."

Spike glared. "No, there's a big difference between you and myself. I killed in self defense. You killed for the pleasure of getting off to the screams of women after you've slept with them. Sick fuck." Spike grabbed the black sack, two hits and five hundred woolongs to tide him over. "So long Max, I hope they fry your sorry ass."

Max let out a wail of laughter as Spike walked to the door and left. "Spike, you've gone and done something you shouldn't have…" Max chuckled. "We'll find you. Jared will make sure you and everyone you love dies." He bit down on his lower lip as he smiled.

…..

Max stared at Faye intently. "Well, what do you think of him now? You're husband, is he the man you thought he was? Was he the man you married? Isn't he a monster?" Max's eyes were owl eyed, and his grin reached from ear to ear.

"He's not my husband." Faye stammered with her speech. Head bowed Spike couldn't read her facial expression. He was at a loss for words. What did she think of him? Was the addiction really the end for him? Had he truly lost it all?

Max sighed. "Aren't you the little liar?" Shaking his head, Max stepped closer to Faye. Spike's stomach jumped into his chest.

"What the hell was I supposed to tell the hospital?" Faye glared with tear filled eyes. "Oh, I'll be right on over to pick up my junkie of a partner! No, why would we be related?" She mocked in a cheerful tone. "You're a fool for not realizing it." Faye looked at her left hand. "You see this?" She pointed at the stone on the right on her left hand.

Spike's eyes widened. When had that been there? Spike arched an eyebrow. "Yes, it's gorgeous." Max grinned. "That'll be coming back with me when I'm done with the two of you."

"It's fake! It's just a piece of glass Max." Faye grinned. She tore the ring off and threw it into the pool. It landed in the water with a plop or reality. "Take it to a pawn shop; they'll laugh in your face."

Max's eyes boiled. "You'll die." His eyes glittered with evil. "I'll make it slow." He crawled over to Faye slowly on his hands and knees. Spike rose from behind ready to kill. Faye stared past Max and right and Spike. He froze in his steps.

Spike stood there with wide eyes as Faye allowed Max to grip her left ankle. With a violent pull he jerked her onto her back. Faye was flush against the cool, wet tile flooring, and the cold of Max's body as he hovered overtop of her.

"Faye!" Spike pleaded as she watched Max reaching for his back pocket. Faye closed her eyes and quickly grabbed the knife from Max's back pocket.

"Too bad I couldn't make it slow and painful for you." She bit her lower lip and drove the knife upwards. She heard Max's outward cry, and then the sound of gargling as the blood poured from his neck.

Faye screamed out and pushed him off. Spike ran forward and grabbed her. Losing balance he dove into the pool with Faye in his arms. The water silenced all noise. He squinted as the chlorine in the water stung his eyes. Blood fogged the clear blue water, and he watched as Faye threw herself forward and to the surface for air. "What were you thinking?" Spike howled as he rubbed the water from his eyes as he surfaced.

Faye hit the water with her fists. "You were unarmed. He wasn't going to let you near me or himself for that matter. I wasn't thinking clearly. He's dead; we can worry about things later on." She shouted back.

"You could have been killed, Faye!" Spike bellowed.

"Like you would care! You let him kill god knows how many girls right in front of your god damned eyes!" Spike's shoulders sank.

Faye was afraid of him. She was standing straight, her shoulders back. She was very alert. "I never said that I was a good person Faye." Spike stared directly into her green, hazed eyes. "I was brought up around death, drugs, and blood. I'm a monster; you just chose not to believe that."

"You're not a—"

Spike couldn't hear her. He sank into the water and held his wound even though it continued to bleed, and ache him. Faye screamed out and hit her fists into the water harshly. He heard that. Faye grabbed Spike's shoulders and jerked him up, ignoring his words. "Damn it; listen to me when I'm talking to you Spike!"

Spike stared, eyes the size of golf balls. "I'm listening." He mused, finding it hard to believe she could be so lucid after what had just happened.

Then they both fell silent. The blood from Spike's wound was turning the water a deathly violet. The air was thick. The ship let out a horrifying cry of pain as it hit the Mars atmosphere. "Spike," Faye shook, "he was going to kill me if I didn't tell him the code to turn the ship off auto mode."

Spike gritted his teeth. They were going to crash land. Spike quickly dove under the water and swam to the ladder. "Get in a room and brace yourself!" Spike howled.

Faye scrambled to reach the ladder. Water fell from her hand and trickled down her frame and she watched Spike run towards the control room. He slipped and grabbed onto the door frame to the hall as he darted around the corner. "What about you?" She called back as she stood up. The ship shuddered and she fell onto her hands and knees. Looking back she stared at the dead body. Lying in a pool of blood, and grin on his sickening face. "You're not a monster Spike." Faye shut her eyes and pounded her right fist against the floor.

Spike ran into the control room. The glass was about the shatter and the room was red hot. He squinted as the heat burned his eyes. "Damn it!" Spike toughed the buttons and burned his hands. "Go back to manual, damn it!" He shouted.

"Ship is in auto mode, and locked. Course can not be changed without voice recognition…" The ship's female, monotone voice muttered.

Spike cursed. Max was dead; there was nothing he could do. "Faye!" Spike screamed. The glass cracked. He tore out of the room and cursed as the ceiling crashed down behind him. The ship roared its final strenuous cries as Spike started to search for Faye. Frantic he bared his teeth and let out a strained whine, unheard over the loud roar of the ship falling to pieces. "Faye, where are you?" He wailed.

The closet at the end of the bedroom hallway swung open. Faye stood in the hall, arms extended, tears forming from her emerald eyes. She only cried in front of him. Only him. Spike ran towards her and pushed her into the closet, and closed the door behind him. His arms wrapped around her and held her against his frame tightly. She screamed as the door warped and pressed against her back. Spike pulled her closer. Everything was so loud.

"I'm sorry!" Faye's nails tore into his back.

Spike shook his head and winced as the light bulb about them broke. They were about to hit the hardest part before they got through the atmosphere. "You didn't do anything wrong." He gritted his teeth and held her with all the strength in his body. He wouldn't let her go.

"I don't want to die." She muttered into the nape of his neck.

"I won't let you die." They screamed as the walls compressed against their bodies from the extreme heat. Faye smelled of chlorine and jasmine. Her scent was intoxicating and the only thing that was keeping Spike sane.

There Once Was A Boy Who Longed To Forget The Past…

Well, Max is out of the picture, but what next the next chapter of the story have in store for Spike and Faye++ Bwahaha. Enjoy. I wrote the part with the ship crashing while I was listening to Beat Crusaders "Full Moon Sways" from the anime series Beck. An awesome song, the part with Spike running towards Faye was when the song was at its loudest. Hmm…I'm in love with Beat Crusaders, and Goofy's Holiday. Their such great bands. LISTEN TO THE BECK SOUNDTRACKS!