Okay Iam updating again , this is the second time in like a week and Well I can't really describe this chapter but yeah… AND OMG. Yall will never believe what happen to me on the way school.

My brother and I we're stopping at VONS and we spilt up : I get the cereal and breakfast stuff and he'd go to get the milk. But yeah I was looking for the Captain Crunch and I turned around and I think I saw an angel. As in , I saw this teenager ( probably about 18-22) who looked like he could have been Spike. He had the poofy hair the was combed but not really and the most gorgeous nose that was just slightly hooked like Spike and he's lips were sooo nice….aww. But this guy had green eyes not brown , buit either way he was SMOKING ! I kid you stop , this man was beautiful , not to mention that gorgeous tush (booty) on him…..

Anyway…..

Faye crept her way down the long dark halls of the Bebop , making her nightly pilgrimage to the kitchen to rummage for any scrap of food , the would satisfy her midnight munchies. Even though it was dark in the seemingly endless halls , Faye couldn't risk using a flashlight and getting herself caught by Jet or even worst Ed . Who for sure alert Jet to her snagging food. Sp she crept along the navigating by memory or little hints she would leave herself so she wouldn't get lost in the dark.

Her long deer like legs were exposed in her black lacy lingerie boy shorts and the moon colored skin her midriff open to the elements , curiosity of the white half t-shirt that read in black letters : Spice Girls World Tour 2003. Faye had gotten it on Earth during a bounty hunt , something about the band's name drew her in , something familiar. She floated through the halls like a bird would float over water. Her skin was so light and pale , she seemed to glow through the shady halls of the Bebop.

This happened often , Faye would wake up in the middle of the night and mo-z her way to the kitchen , where she would find , the occasional candy bar or at least some Jack Daniels , Jet had left out. Faye would indulge and have a relaxing cigarette and liquor , before she poured herself back into bed.

After a brief stretch of eternity , Faye reached the kitchen . It was surprising cold , and the metal of the floor stung her feet with numbing frigidness. Yet at Long last Faye opened up the fridge and lo and behold.

A bottle of beer.

Real beer . Real cold , untouched beer. Faye was elated with happiness , if she could have , perhaps a jig would have been in order , but she did not want to risk waking the entire Bebop.

A real beer all for Faye…..

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With Spike

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He couldn't sleep , it had always been normal , but now it was becoming dangerously common . Every night it was the same routine . He couldn't sleep , because Julia haunted his mind. Walking the endless halls of Spike's memory and haunting them with images of her beauty and life in her eyes and her death in Spike's arms.

The arms Spike constantly punished with a blade , the pierced his flesh and drew streams of blood. Spike hated his arms for not holding Julia tight enough as those her soul could have been confined to her body , if only Spike had held on tighter. In every cut and slice on Spike's tanned arm, he saw Julia's name , her images stretched in blood.

It was his fault.

Her life and her death was all weighed on Spike's shoulders. Everything Julia had every risked was his fault : when she left the syndicate , even trying to be with him , and most of all her life.

Spike cringed , just thinking about his immense failure, the blade sunk into Spike's forearm again .

Every night after a nightmare of his angel , Spike would cut. Always on his forearm. Always extra deeper and slow in the meaty part of the flesh , just so he could feel the insatiable burn if agony, just like now. The razor parting his skin and turning the blood lose. Every precious drop of blood had Julia's face in it.

It was like a growing darkness that was slowing consuming him , with every slice in Spike's tanned flesh , he was sinking deeper and deeper into despair.

It was becoming an addiction , for Spike, cutting . He couldn't focus on anything else all he wanted to do was cut , cut deep into his flesh.

Spike's eyes fluttered as a constant flow of blood drained form his arms. His head was beginning to feel light. The wet hair that hung in his eyes didn't help either , his locks were wet form a scorching hot shower and handing down his back and on his chest.

In Spike's mind his body was floating for no reason . He could feel the warn fluid dripping onto the lap of his back sleeping pants but his muscle weren't doing any thing to prevent it.

Spike groaned as his resumed with the blade , slowly picking it up and turning over his already bleeding wrist. He cut again a littler deeper even this time , making sure he could feel all of the pain .

Spike gasped as he stopped , pulling the bloodied blade out his now red fleshy skin, Quietly he put the razor away and pulled himself off the ground , about to go to the kitchen . Spike groaned his he bent down to remove his pants , leaving only his gray boxers. He intended on getting himself piss drunk or at least pour some booze on his arm to cleanse it , so he wouldn't get an infection.

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In the Kitchen

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Faye smoked her cigarette slowly , enjoying it's every health killing atom. her was nothing better in the world than a cigarette and booze all to your self at the early hours of the morning , Faye thought to herself calmly.

Patter Patter Patter Patter

"Shit!"

Faye cursed quietly as her delicate ears caught the sound of foot steps coming downs the hall , she scrambled to shove the Jack Daniels back into the fridge before Jet could see she sipping on his private stock.

Faye pranced in place for a instant , the footsteps were coming closer and sh needed to hide but she had not where to run . She could go to the living room , but to get there she had to open the overly loud sliding door , a risk she couldn't take . She wanted to dart down the hall , but in the hall is where the footsteps where.

Faye was stuck where she stood , no where to run and no where to hide , but worst of all was her clothing. What it Jet saw her like this with a damn Spice Girl concert t-shirt . She never live it down.

In a panic Faye turned around and starting digging through the glass cabinets , desperate to look like she was actually doing something other than just drinking other people's liquor at 4 in the morning.

" Faye !"

Faye grimaced , the voice wasn't Jet's it was far worst than that it was Spike. Faye wanted to scream , Spike was getting full on ass view action because Faye was turned around. The moment wouldn't have even been half as bad with Jet .

Jet would have just told Faye to get the hell out of the kitchen , he would have been to embarrassed to even think of talking to Faye while she was half naked , not Spike . Oh hell no , not Spike , he would turn the embarrassment to Faye.

" Shit." Muttered Faye as turned around , ready to face Spike with that dumbass smile plastered to his face , instead she thought she had seen a ghost.

Spike normally chiseled body , now look thin and worn out. His gray boxer hung loosely on his waist line. His stomach was still shredded with complex line upon lines of pure muscle , but the muscle look fading. Spike' s normally tanned skin was now almost was pale as Faye's. His hair was wet and hanging on his shoulders like he was a lost man.

Even Spike's eyes were growing darker and more lifeless every day .

" Spike? What the hell happened to you."

Spike blinked at her , eyes instantly hardened in stones.

" What the fuck are you on Faye ? Maybe to much midnight snacking"

Faye was confused , every time she said 7 or less words to Spike , he went all asshole on her.

" Spike , what the fuck is your problem asshole , barely say anything and you go all crazy on me."

Faye looked him up and down.

She stopped at her arms.

Stunned .

There was blood both dried and fresh , all the way from his elbow to his wrist. Blood. And cuts deep bloody cuts with the skin surrounding it swollen and extremely bruised looking. Faye knew those cuts where no accident , they were on purpose. The cuts were deep not deep enough to slit and a artery but definitely to do some damage.

"Spike…"

Her was barely a whisper over the screaming in her head

'CUTTER ! CUTTER! Help him ! his going to kill himself .. this is Julia's fault … look at his arm ! She did this to him , she broke him!

Spike caught on quickly . Inside he cursed himself for being so fucking careless , now Faye knew. There was no telling what Faye might do with that kind of ammo against Spike. For the first time ever , Spike knew he had to run away from Faye and fast..

Tomorrow she would forget , he hoped.

" What !"

Faye's mouth hung open as her attention was brought back to Spike's face , but not before she saw him bring his arm back behind his back.

" What the fuck are you gawking at or are you just plain old fucking stupid.

The insult was nothing to Faye , and Spike knew it . She was obviously to concerned with Spike's arm.

" Spike , your arm ."

Faye voice was caught in despair.

" There nothing wrong."

" Like hell Spike I know what I saw"

Now was getting angry , Spike was keeping things from her , as he always had but still , this was different.

" No you don't."

With that Spike turned and began walking away but Faye wasn't going to let him go that easily not after what she had just seen and she knew what she had just seen .

Her bolted after him down the hall and hopped in front of him. She back peddled to kept Spike form running her over .

" Spike what are you doing to yourself !"

" Faye its late back off , go back to your room."

Faye stopped him at this

" Hey fuck hole , I am not just bicth you can boss around like Julia. "

The instant the words let Faye's moth her wished she could take them back. Spike's face reddened , his fist balled it was obvisous he was about to hit her.

" Faye move."

"No"

Spike shoved past her and kept walking to his room , but not before his final remark

" I thought cow's only ate during the day any way."

Faye stood stunned and helpless , she knew what Spike was doing. Taking a gamble with his life, a dangerous , high stakes gamble. And Faye knew for a fact , Spike was a terrible gambler.

OKAY I HAVE TO GO BED RIGHT NOW OR ELSE MY DAD WILL KIL ME BUT LOVE YOU ALL AND ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. It's not as well done as I 'd like but I probably revise it a lil , depending on the reviews but yeash I hated leaving yall hanging.