Addiction
Chapter 12
By: Rachel
Rated: R
Genre: Romance/Drama
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Surely enough, the yellow taxi was waiting for them when they reached the front of the bustling hospital. Looking around him Spike opened the back door to the city cab, for Faye and allowed her to climb in first. Bowing his head, he quickly jumped in next and closed the door. "You two in a hurry, I hear." The man driving looked to be about Jet's age. Sporting a red baseball cap he nodded his head in the reflection of the rearview mirror towards the two of them.
Spike nodded, and rolled his head back with displease. "Please, go as fast as this thing can go." The cab smelled, and the seats were torn, much like any city cab.
The driver smiled. "Kid, you've never seen me drive. I'll get you to Candy's from here in five minutes flat!" He chuckled.
"Candy's?" Spike mumbled, arching an eyebrow. What kind of hotel was named, Candy's?
"Yeah, it's that whorehouse across the way from that run down apartment complex. That's where I'm supposed to take you, ain't it?" Spike's eyes widened. That's the kind of hotel that was named, Candy's.
"No," Spike shook his head. "You must have misheard what she told you. Maybe she meant Candy's the candy store." Spike wouldn't allow them to be dropped off at a place like that.
The man snorted. "That's what it's called. I just called it the whorehouse for short, kid." Spike's mouth gaped while Faye shook her head.
"I'll be fine Spike. The woman wouldn't have sent me to a place where my life was in danger. Besides, I'm sure they won't have me working."
The driver smirked and shook his head. "Lady, she sent you to a safer place. At least she's not sending you to the slum you guy friend's going to. Drugs, killers, damn I can't wait to get away from where you two are going."
The both eyed one another. "You could," Faye mumbled. "Stay in the room I'll be staying in." Faye smiled, and bashfully looked ahead of her as the cab started to slow down.
"No, it'll cost us money that we can't afford to spend. I think I can handle a night in that other place." Spike smiled, yawning. "We both need our sleep, and you snore."
Faye's face flushed. "I do not!" She howled.
The cab driver laughed. "Okay, time for you two to get out, we're arrived. I've already been paid, so don't bother with tip or anything, it was covered."
Spike nodded. "Thank you." He bowed his head and grabbed onto Faye's wrist and practically dragged her out.
They watched in silence as the cab car drove off. "Hey there baby." Spike straightened, as he turned and looked at the girl walking over from his left. "Are you two looking for a party?" She cooed, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Spike rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Sorry, I've already got mine." He wrapped an arm around Faye.
The woman was tall with dyed green hair and yellow colored eyes. She narrowed them as Faye looked her over. "You new here?" She snapped, pointing her finger at Faye accusingly. Her nail was painted pink, and it was chipped.
Faye blushed. "I'll be here tonight into tomorrow, but that's all." The woman cursed and walked away in a tiff.
Spike quickly escorted Faye inside the rundown candy store, and over to the front desk. "We're from the hospital."
The man grinned. "Faye, it's nice to have you with us." The leaned over the desk, and smiled, his rotting teeth seeped with disgust, much like the ora the entire place had. "I'm Jeffery, and you'll be staying in room fifty, directly across from where your male friend will be staying in the place across the way." He bowed his head quickly before standing.
Spike looked around. No candy in sight, other than the eye candy of women dressed in, revealing clothing that he would certainly categorize as lingerie. As you walked inside you were welcomed by the smell of cigarette smoke, and the smile of a mysterious woman, and Jeffery.
Jeffery was a lanky, skinny man, who seemed to hire anyone with a pretty face. "Hey baby, you staying a while?" A woman dressed in a short, very short red dress placed her left on Spike's lower back and the other on his right thigh. "It'll be fun, trust me."
Spike tensed and pulled back. "Sorry, I've already found someone." He flashed his left hand, sporting the false wedding band to the woman. She pouted with displease.
"Yet you're in a place like this baby? She can't be very good then." The woman smiled coyly as Spike turned around to face the woman with blonde hair and green eyes in the red dress.
"I'm just fine, thank you very much." Faye spouted. Spike's eyes widened and he looked to his right. "He doesn't need you if he has me." She hissed and held up her left hand. Spike bit his tongue to hold back his laughter. She was getting jealous.
"What a loving couple. You even had the decency to drop your wife off at the whorehouse for the daily grind..." She dragged sarcastically. Faye balled her fists.
"Faye, come on, I'll walk you to your room." Spike took her hand with ease.
"Oh, here you are." Jeffery handed Spike a card with Faye's room number on it. "In case you two need to get in touch."
Spike nodded his head in thanks and the two of them quickly walked into the elevator. Spike pressed for the second floor button, which he assumed held room fifty, and then rested against the back of the elevator wall.
His throat was tight, and his shoulders were tense. "I don't like this." Spike mumbled.
Faye smiled and seemed to be eyeing him carefully. "I could tell the second the cab driver said whore house." Biting her lower lip she nibbled at it loosely. Spike watched her as she pulled her hair back with a rubber band that had been around her wrist. She winced as the band pulled at her hair. She fiddled with the band some more before relaxing. Her hair was pulled out of her face into a tight little ball. Strands poked out and tiny wisps and her bangs flowed down against her face. "What is it?"
Spike blinked as the elevator door opened. Taking an inhaled breath, Spike shook his head and smiled. "Nothing,"
"You were gaping." Faye mused.
Spike nodded. "I was trying to figure out how you did that." He mumbled and tapped at the ball of hair at the base of Faye's neck. "Never understood how that was done."
Faye rolled her eyes. "I see. I'll have to teach you sometime." Faye pointed at the red door. Spike looked around. In fact, the entire place was red. The walls had red satin glued down instead of wallpaper, the ceilings were red, with golden lights strung along the sides to add atmosphere. The carpets were a dark burgundy color and to their far left you could just see the golden railing of the stairway to heaven.
Spike suddenly felt awkward. "I should stay." Spike mumbled.
Faye narrowed her eyes suddenly and her face wrinkled. "Go on, I'll be alright."
Spike growled. "Yeah, as long as they don't send someone to your room."
"They won't, now hurry over to your room and then you can stare at me through your window all you want, how's that sound?" Faye arched an eyebrow as she turned the door handle to her room.
"Not good enough." Spike pushed past her and walked into the room. He gave it the quick look around. To your sharp right was a small, open coat closet, with a few hangers, and two white terrycloth robes. Ahead to your right was a bedroom that matched the hallway colors. Everything had a red theme. The bed had a silky comforter, that was a deep crimson, and the lamps shares were beaded, and were a cherry color. To his left was a dresser with fresh sheets and a box of condoms on top, just in case.
He swallowed and stepped inside. To the right of the best as you walked past the coat closet there was a small bathroom behind a painted red door. There was a large bath with a shower, and plastic curtain, of course that was see-through red as well. The tub however, stuck out like a sour thumb. The only white thing there other than the blue box of condoms back in the bedroom. "If you're worried about me that much—"
"I'll go now." Spike cut Faye off as he walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him quickly.
Faye sighed. Bowing her head she sat on the bed and stared at her feet. "See down, will you?"
Spike straightened. Everything was moving too quickly. She was right to call him over, wasn't she? Spike rubbed the back of his neck as she patted on the bed. Spike sat down to the left of him. "What is it now?"
"Don't do anything stupid," she reached out and took Spike's right hand. "Can you promise me that?"
She might be tough as nails sometimes, but she was still a girl. Spike squeezed her hand a little. Faye was looking at him and waiting for an answer. "I'll try." He said as she bowed her head. It was all he could say. He doubted he would last the night without her being with him.
Faye let go and held him. "I'm not letting go until you promise me."
"I didn't keep my promise when I left seven months ago, so why should I tell you I can now?" He tried to pry her off him, but she wouldn't budge.
"Spike, just say it." Faye was clenching her jaw. She was shaking as her grip started to tighten. "Damn it, say it now."
He looked down at his left arm painfully. "I promise." God he hated saying that to her. He hated it more than how he hated how his arm ached him so. He wanted to go back to that guy in the alley and ask him for the rest of his hit right then and there.
"Thank you." She sat up quickly and her hands cupped his face. Smiling through dry eyes she kissed him. Her lips were cool, and soft at the touch. Spike's stomach sank and he felt his arm light up on fire.
Spike pushed her back and got up. Stumbling he ran towards the door and down the hall. Of all the things she could have done, she had to thank him, and then kiss him. "Damn it." Spike cursed and flew down the flight of stairs.
"Good luck!" Jeffery mused, he waved, but Spike simply pushed the door past him. Closing his eyes he ran blindly across the street.
"Good luck, my ass." Spike needed a drug in him, and he needed it now. "Fuck!" Spike stumbled and fell onto his knees as he ran inside the building. The floor was filth covered, and the place smelled like death.
"Hello to you, too." Spike looked up at the guy standing about ten feet ahead of him. "Yous new here, ain't you?"
Spike smiled. "You got anything on you?" Spike licked his lips praying to god that he did.
The guy was around Spike's age. He was all, with a thin figure, and pasty completion on his, what could have been handsome face. "Depends, on how much yous got on you."
"I can spare fifty woolongs." Spike smiled, like a child getting a new game, his eyes sparkled with delight.
The man pouted. "I'll give you half the vile. We just stole a bunch of shit from a local dealer, so I'm still willing to be nice and share."
Spike smiled and stood up. His arm burned in the worst way. "Got a clean needle on you?" Spike licked his dry lips, he could still feel her kiss, and it was killing him.
"You can use my spare, but my girl was using it, don't know if that matters or not." Pulled out the needle and syringe.
"Whatever, just give it to me now." Spike handed the guy his fifty woolongs and took the vile and syringe greedily.
The guy nodded. "Welcome to the neighborhood." He trailed off and counted the money.
Shuddering Spike ran upstairs without another thought. He was lucky to even find the damn room he was told to go to. Turning the handle Spike shouted out in frustration as he fell inside and kicked the door shut. He let out a whimpered sigh of relief as he peered ahead of him. The place was trashed. The cough was torn, and the springs were poking out. Stuffing was on the floor. Holes were in the walls, ceiling and floor. The wooden floor was so dirt and dust covered you'd think it was made of plaster. He shouted out. "Shit!" Spike cursed and crawled forward hurriedly. He looked to his right and grabbed the gin bottle that was half rolled under the couch. Popping the cap he poured the alcohol over the syringe in hopes to rid any sickness, and then downed the remaining remnants.
Smiling his eyes went wide. Mad with the need to feed his addiction he flexed his left arm and tapped at his burning veins. He had broken out in a cold sweat, and his breath was running ragged. "God," his hands trembled as he filled the syringe. He tore at his drying lip with a hunger that only the drug could fill. "I lied to you again."
Staggering towards the cough that sat against the wall by the window, Spike sat on it and watched attentively as the vein swelled, ready to be fed once more. Smiling he looked out the window. Spike's grin faded. He could see her. She was in the window. Faye stood, dressed in a white robe. She was screaming and pounding against the glass. Her blurred figure was desperately trying the have her call be heard.
Spike looked away painfully and put the needle against the flesh of his arm. He could taste the blood from his lip in his mouth and shuddered as the coolness of the needle just barely started to prick the skin. He looked outside once more. She was crying out at the top of her lunges. The tears were pouring from her eyes and she was banging against the glass.
"Stop it!" Spike's eyes lit of fire. He stuck the needle into his arm and grinned with satisfaction. "You can't stop me Faye!" He laughed maliciously. The heroine was talking now. It was no longer Spike, but the drug that was forever inside him.
"Thank you…" Spike stopped. His eyes were wide and he cried out. She was stuck in his mind. He looked over towards her room and she was sliding down, her head in her arms, curling against the window in a fetal position.
"No!" Spike screamed. "No, leave me alone!" Spike howled. The needle fell from his arm and he wheezed a whimpered cry. His teeth were bared and he clawed his nails into his face. Faye looked over at him, and started screaming again. He watched her words as he became mad with anger. "No, you don't!" Spike punched at the glass, but only hurt his hand, and not the window. "Don't say that!" He screamed. She said it again. "Stop it!" He pressed his body against the long glass window as he stood on the top of the molding cough. He was so close to doing it just to spite her.
He jumped down, and looked around the room; his head was fueled and burning with hate and anger. He grinned as he saw the phone. Half in shock that the damn thing even worked he dialed the number to her room and pulled the phone onto the cough and watched as she ran over and answered it.
It stopped ringing and he was greeted by her loud wailing, cry. "Shut up!" Spike hissed. She continued to cry. "Don't you dare say that to me Faye, how dare you say that to me!"
"Spike, please!" Faye screamed. She looked out the window. Spike gritted his teeth. Her right hand was pressed hard against the glass, and in her left hand was the phone.
"No!" Spike bellowed. "No, you don't love me! You don't!" He threw the phone to the ground and tore at his hair in a blind fury. He hated her in the worst way. She couldn't make him stop, he wouldn't.
"Spike, stop it!" he heard her screaming from the phone. She was crying loudly once again. Her wailing would drive him into a wall yet.
"Shut the hell up!" Spike picked up the phone and shouted at the top of his lunges. "Never say that again, didn't I tell you to stop?" He was going insane.
Her eyes were wide. "Tell me you didn't do it, and I'll never say it again." Faye's voice quivered. "Tell me you didn't inject yourself, and I'll never say it to you again."
Spike growled, his voice shaking with hatred for Faye. "I didn't, yet." Spike smiled coyly. Licking his lips he sucked at his still bleeding lip intently.
Faye sighed. He could feel her relaxing as he watched her from his window. "Please, don't get off the phone."
Spike shook his head. "Sorry, I can't do that."
"Spike!" Faye shouted. "Yes you can. Damn it; don't do this to yourself, what good will it do you?" She bowed her head. "I swear, I'll never so much as look you in the eyes again, just," she whimpered, frustrate, and exhausted from crying and shouting, "damn it, don't hang up!"
"Goodnight, Faye…" He mused.
"Spike, don't!" She screamed, banging against the glass window again.
"I have to; she'll die if I don't!" Spike howled. He dropped the phone and sat against the back of the cough suddenly. Julia would die. He wouldn't allow her to die.
Faye fell silent as she looked across the way. Spike eyed her, his depression taking over him. "Spike," she mumbled, "Spike pick up the phone."
Spike did as Faye asked. "Can you keep talking?" Spike whispered. The tears falling from his eyes refused to stop. "Keep talking until we both fall asleep?" The truth killed them both. Heart, mind, body and soul, the truth finally hit Spike full on.
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What do you think? Drama at its most, but the heroine really can make you lose it all. Anyway, the pace builds back up in the next chapter! REVIEW PLEASE!