Okay this Chappie will be shorter , but at least I updated faster right ? Anyway, I dig this story and all but it's hard getting the chemistry between Spike and Faye without making it seem totally corny.

Has anyone read the Annette Curtis Klause Books : Blood and Chocolate. If you into the whole werewolves / vampire stuff her books will blow you away!1

Anyway , I got my song choices for this Chappie and all so , as always forgive the grammar and enjoy !

Ps. I think the song choice for part two is sooo fucking perfect.

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"Waiting On An Angel" by Ben Harper

Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon, cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.

The last ember was burning down painfully slow , it's last bit of brilliant light burning the last straw of tobacco in Spike's cigarette . The little ember then began to grow dimmer and dimmer out it simply faded away into nothing , leaving only a thin trail of smoke to mourn it's passing.

Now angel won't you come by me.
Angel hear my plea.
Take my hand, lift me up so that I can fly with thee,
so that I can fly with thee.

Spike Spiegel stared blankly out into open space , looking at all the stars , musing about what old Sitting Bull had once told him about the stars.

Everyone person has a star.

Every since he had wondered about Julia's star. He constantly looked for it knowing he was never be able to tell if he saw it. , Spike had learned in twelfth grade science that the light humans saw from the stars was a old light. That a star could die yet because light travels slowly we could be seeing the light of a dead star.

And I'm waiting on an angel.
And I know it won't be long to find myself a resting place in my angel's arms,
in my angel's arms.

That always made Spike think. Because his star was already burnt out and the light it made was just some feeble attempt to be alive.

So speak kind to a stranger, cause you'll never know, it just might be an angel come,
Oh- knockin' at your door, Oh- knockin' at your door.

He thought about Julia's star and always came to the conclusion that she was a shooting star. She was a glimpse of the perfect ness that could never last so it kept shooting , farther and farther in the distance . It was only there for a instant but for that instant it's beauty light up the world.

And I'm waiting on an angel.
And I know it won't be long to find myself a resting place in my angel's arms,
Oh- in my angel's arms.

Spike had made Julia's image such a masterpiece that he failed to see the flaws on the canvas. Shooting Stars like Julia , were little balls of destruction that stretched across the universe until it crashed.

" My shooting star , where are you now ?"

Spike whispered to himself helplessly as he continued to look out in the nothingness that was the endless galaxy , looking and waiting for a shooting star to come his way.

Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon, cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone,
don't want to go,
I don't want to go alone.

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With Faye.

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Cold Cold Heart by Norah Jones.

I've tried so hard my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme

Faye with silently in the living room , chaining smoking , having already gone through nine cigarette. And of Course one name drifted absently through her mind.

Spike.

A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart

The Other day had been so fucking surreal for her , it didn't even seem as though it would have been possible , Spike Spiegel had been in Faye's arms , clutching to her as though if he had let go see would slip away.

Another love before my time
Made your heart sad an' blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do

She had never seen Spike like that. But deep in her heart she had known that kind of display of vulnerability was in Spike. After all he had lost so much. From what Faye knew of Spike , although she had never asked , he didn't have the happiest childhood in the world. Then He became the syndicate leader , there any connect he might have made was to weighted down by blood to last.

Like Julia and Viscous.

In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart

Spike and Vicious had been friends yet their bond was ripped to shreds by the syndicate and Julia. Julia had been stolen from Spike's life by the syndicate and for Spike to survive himself he had to give up everything he had ever known. Only to drift space as a bounty hunter , picking up the pieces of his shady past.

There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
To a memory

Now Faye was witnessing the Strong , and overly arrogant Spike break down. Every passing day , Faye could tell that was slipping and slipping. She wanted to helped , as she had made progress. She had let Spike Know she knew.

But was that enough, to save him ?

The Things he had said to her , made her think long and hard. He was spoken of not being able to be close to someone who you loved. How Ironic. If anyone knew the emotion of feeling miles apart yet inches away from someone it was Faye. Faye knew firsthand what that felt like. She longed to reach out and kiss Spike and take all his pain away but she knew damn well that Julia , kept Spike form the rest of the world.

Julia was an island that Spike was shackled too. But Faye silently made a promise to save him

Even though Spike rejected her time after time , Poker Alice had only one more card to play.

The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart

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Holy fuck , I think this chapter is a disgrace . PLEASE REVIEW !

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