DISCLAIMER: No I don't own the characters or the show, I'm not kewl enough to own it, I just act like I am. If you wanna sue me, all you'll get is about ten dollars cause right now that's about all I've got.
Hey I wrote another chapter!!! I'm not very happy with it so it may be revised. Anyways thanks for the support. I'm gonna try and have a chapter a week at the least. Oh and I decided on wether or not it'll be a FayexSpike and guess what? You'll just have to wait and find out! :P Anyways, on with the fic!
Chapter 2
Child of Darkness
Goodbye.
The sun turned away from the sky like a blushing maid. Her golden locks swirling outward to converge with the outstretched hands of the sky. Fire followed each brief caress taking hold of the tresses to trail outstretched in hail of the goddess as she fled.
Faye stared blankly out from within the glass elevator at the gold and scarlet sunset. She knew that if she listened closely enough, she could hear the soft echo of its laughter.
The laughter would continue into nightfall when the moon Callisto was hovering over head. Then in the hours of twilight just before dawn the phantom would return.
It was a transformation that she claimed every night. No longer would she blend within the crowds along the streets or fade into the background of any room. Nighttime was her dominion. Unlike some mercenaries who chose to work whenever they saw fit, Faye waited until the sun had lowered itself from the heavens to pursue her prey.
The elevator lurched back into motion sending its contents reeling. The black haired woman snorted in discomfort as she thrust her hands into her coat pockets in an endeavor to persuade those who just entered that she was innocuous.
One man scrutinized her momentarily before pivoting to watch the floor numbers light up as the elevator ascended.
Faye returned her gaze to the colors smearing together in the sky. A slender hand lifted to delicately rearrange a strand of hair behind her ear, reinforcing her image of innocence. The tresses had grown softer since she had quit covering them with the deep shade of purple.
The elevator slowed to a halt and the huge silver doors opened. Three men including the most recent arrival took the moment to get off.
Forty. The floor light was only on forty.
Now alone she leaned against the glass in contemplation. It appeared as though the personnel only extended to the fortieth floor. Anyone that went above the fortieth floor
needed an identification card or a special appointment. She had neither.
Faye had returned to her hotel to discover that someone had been in search of her. Nothing had been stolen or even misplaced. The only evidence of entry was a note lying atop a fluffy pillow on her bed.
The letter had an elaborate handwriting with misplaced flourishes which seemed quite odd for it to only state. "Come. Floor 49. Office 221. 7:30pm. Job for you." An address was listed on the bottom of the page.
Someone had found her. Someone had actually been able to find her without having to leave messages in the hands of others to deliver to her.
A sudden jolt pulled her attention back to the elevator lights.
She had arrived.
The room before her was enormous. Many light blue partitions jutted into the aisle creating cubicles that separated each desk from the one before it. Within one of the cubicles sat a well dressed employee who was typing frantically at a computer. The woman employee ignored Faye as she stepped into the room.
Faye's eyes located three offices adjacent to each other against the back wall. Without even having to urge her feet to move, they had already begun the walk to the offices.
Upon arrival at the doors, she briefly wondered wether or not she was delivering herself to the devil. What was it that priests use to say? Was she walking through the valley of the shadow of death? Why was she mentioning a priest any ways?
The rest of the room forgotten, her eyes rested on the numbers 221 embedded above the door. Whoever found her was waiting just inside for her to walk in. Faye knew that the office's location and the ability to find her meant that whoever it was had connections. He was on top of his game.
Taking one last glance at the number, Faye pushed the door open, pulling it shut behind her.
The office wasn't nearly as large as she had thought it was going to be. The square room was only large enough to fit a desk, some metal cabinets and two chairs for any visitors that may drop by.
Seated behind the desk was a man with copper hair that appeared to have never seen a brush. The man was staring out the window with his back to her. His voice was scratchy, but it seemed to be able of hiding his emotions. "So I'm finally getting to meet the infamous Raven."
Faye lifted her chin at the mention of her mercenary name. The media had stated that "the murderer swept down like a raven to take what it wanted and leave without anyone ever realizing". Now grown men would tremble at the mere mention of the Raven. She had found her respect.
"I hear you come highly recommended." The man slowly turned his chair to face the renowned mercenary. His eyes were a deep green almost that of her own if it wasn't for the white smudges that appeared within.
The ebony haired woman crossed her arms as she spoke for the first time since entering the office. "Perhaps."
The man's eyes widened after she had spoke. His gaze dropped to his hands and looked as though the man was blushing. The freckles that covered his face disappeared as his cheeks reddened. "You're the Raven and your...your..your..."
"A woman?" Faye supplied for him. A smile threatened to split her lips, but it was quickly drained away.
"Yes...um..sorry." His hands fumbled for a paper laying atop his desk. Once they had found it, his hands raised it towards her.
Slender hands held the sheet with information as well as a picture while she slowly read the words. "His name is..."
"I don't care who he is." Faye deadpanned while returning the paper. Something caused her to hold onto the picture. Jade eyes continuously studied the image, committing every detail to her memory.
"Easier to deal with huh?"
"Yeah. Something like that." Lie. She he wouldn't understand her reasoning if she was to explain to him. Faye started towards the door, but the sound of his voice caused her to glance back.
"Kill him and the media will grab wind of it. Once I see it on tv, ten million woolong will be delivered to where your staying."
Strange. He was still watching the spot where she had been. "Alright." Faye pushed the door open, her eyes catching and unconsciously reversing one word printed on the glass.
Giles
************* ************
She was the darkness. It wrapped around her as though she were its child that it was striving to protect. The mother guided her child by the hand into the crevices of safety. She followed always a step in its wake, however they moved as one.
She could feel it breathing against her. Its warmth tickling the hairs on her neck into a state of awareness. The darkness always did that to her. At night she lived.
Faye's eyes narrowed slightly to make out the distinct shape of the edge of the wall. Her feet easily closed the distance, leaving her with a strange but brief feeling that almost resembled that of disappointment. As quickly and abruptly as it had arrived, the feeling disappeared.
Her toes curved under her feet clinging to the roof as she strained to peer over the edge. The drop to the balcony wasn't that far, but it was large enough to cause pain if she didn't land correctly. The Raven's jaw set in determination as her feet one after the other stepped off the building.
The wind burned against her skin as she began to fall. Faye's skin paled in the midst of the beating. The ebony locks were barely visible in the night as they spread out behind her in the wind as if they were a flag.
Her speed began to increase as she continued to fall. Her arms raised to her sides as if she expected to fly with them. The Raven was flightless. The feelings stirring inside her as she dropped intrigued her. Was that what happiness had felt like? Who was she kidding? Faye couldn't remember happiness, and she wouldn't remember that feeling in a few minutes.
Her boots made rough contact with the metal balcony. Long well-toned legs bent to absorb the shock from the descent. One hand had found its way between her legs to the balcony in a effort to maintain balance as he trench coat lingered in the air, before gliding to the ground.
Footsteps could be heard coming towards the balcony. Faye wasn't certain wether or not they had heard her landing, but either way it was time for her to act.
Twin glass doors to the Raven's left opened from the middle. The man from the picture poked his head out from within the apartment, a baseball bat held firmly between his hands.
Before he could even begin to react Faye had leapt from her kneeling position to send a forceful roundhouse kick into his stomach. The heels of her boots caused most of the harm as the surprised man was thrown backwards staggering in search of balance. It never came. He fell to his back on the carpet.
Faye stepped inside the apartment ignoring the room around her. Green eyes were focused intently on the man sprawled across the floor. She could remember every minute detail on his face down to the dimples.
Reflexes took over unconsciously drawing her gun from the inside pocket of her coat. Faye had spent time perfecting her already marginal precision and accuracy, so that if rushed her shot wouldn't miss.
The man began to lean up, the bat back in his hands. His charcoal eyes locked with hers as thunder broke the silence.
Blood. A sticky liquid that no man ever wished to see in his life rolled down between his eyes like tears. The man's eyes widened in disbelief as his face contorted to that of pain, and his body slumped to the floor in an unnatural position.
It had all happened within a second. One second had ended the man's life, and Faye could only stare with a distanced look in her eyes at the body.
Movement in the shadows to her side brought Faye out of her removed state of mind.
Someone else was there.
A woman and she had seen Faye's face. She couldn't be allowed to live.
The woman was clutching a gold ring in a panic. "You killed him! You bitch you killed him!" His wife was wearing a countenance of pure terror after watching her husband's murder in their home.
The Raven turned to confront the woman. She had taken no more than three steps when the woman fell to her knees. Tears were streaking her swollen face. "Please don't kill me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Please don't....don't...please!!!" The woman clutched Faye's hand desperately. "Don't kill me! I'll give you anything! Just please don't kill me!"
Faye allowed herself to nod.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The woman flew to her deceased husband's side. Sobs wracked her body as she clutched his hand in prayer that he would magically awaken to find her beside him.
Faye approached the woman who's back was now facing her. The gun slowly found its way to press against the red hair. The woman was dead instantly. There was no pain, and no fear.
White curtain billowed in the evening wind, drawing the mercenary back out onto the balcony. The night air a chill against her fevered skin. Faye stood on the balcony her thoughts returning to woman lying in a puddle of her own blood within the apartment. She told the woman she would live, the fear had left her body and then she had killed her without the woman ever knowing. Perhaps she was turning soft.
For the second time that evening, a brief feeling of disappointment swept through her body. It had been such an easy job. If it was going to be so easy, then why was the price so high?
Faye closed her eyes as the wind caressed her face. Why did she care if the price was too high for such an easy target? It was her money now.
Instincts spoke to her reporting to her that it was time to flee before the cops could arrive,
but something caught her eye.
The gray moon hung low in the sky, the shadows of her many craters adding to her wild majestic beauty. A light yellow ring circled Callisto.
Trouble.
A ring around the moon meant trouble. Odd. When did she start believing in superstitions? Faye shrugged inwardly at her thoughts of the moon. Whatever trouble was coming, she was prepared for it.
Okee whatdya think? I promise the next chapter is going to be the start of the good stuff. I just need this in for some minor reasons. Ummm I don't have much to say this time, so... uh how is everybody. *only hears crickets* okee....uh well bye bye!
Hey I wrote another chapter!!! I'm not very happy with it so it may be revised. Anyways thanks for the support. I'm gonna try and have a chapter a week at the least. Oh and I decided on wether or not it'll be a FayexSpike and guess what? You'll just have to wait and find out! :P Anyways, on with the fic!
Chapter 2
Child of Darkness
Goodbye.
The sun turned away from the sky like a blushing maid. Her golden locks swirling outward to converge with the outstretched hands of the sky. Fire followed each brief caress taking hold of the tresses to trail outstretched in hail of the goddess as she fled.
Faye stared blankly out from within the glass elevator at the gold and scarlet sunset. She knew that if she listened closely enough, she could hear the soft echo of its laughter.
The laughter would continue into nightfall when the moon Callisto was hovering over head. Then in the hours of twilight just before dawn the phantom would return.
It was a transformation that she claimed every night. No longer would she blend within the crowds along the streets or fade into the background of any room. Nighttime was her dominion. Unlike some mercenaries who chose to work whenever they saw fit, Faye waited until the sun had lowered itself from the heavens to pursue her prey.
The elevator lurched back into motion sending its contents reeling. The black haired woman snorted in discomfort as she thrust her hands into her coat pockets in an endeavor to persuade those who just entered that she was innocuous.
One man scrutinized her momentarily before pivoting to watch the floor numbers light up as the elevator ascended.
Faye returned her gaze to the colors smearing together in the sky. A slender hand lifted to delicately rearrange a strand of hair behind her ear, reinforcing her image of innocence. The tresses had grown softer since she had quit covering them with the deep shade of purple.
The elevator slowed to a halt and the huge silver doors opened. Three men including the most recent arrival took the moment to get off.
Forty. The floor light was only on forty.
Now alone she leaned against the glass in contemplation. It appeared as though the personnel only extended to the fortieth floor. Anyone that went above the fortieth floor
needed an identification card or a special appointment. She had neither.
Faye had returned to her hotel to discover that someone had been in search of her. Nothing had been stolen or even misplaced. The only evidence of entry was a note lying atop a fluffy pillow on her bed.
The letter had an elaborate handwriting with misplaced flourishes which seemed quite odd for it to only state. "Come. Floor 49. Office 221. 7:30pm. Job for you." An address was listed on the bottom of the page.
Someone had found her. Someone had actually been able to find her without having to leave messages in the hands of others to deliver to her.
A sudden jolt pulled her attention back to the elevator lights.
She had arrived.
The room before her was enormous. Many light blue partitions jutted into the aisle creating cubicles that separated each desk from the one before it. Within one of the cubicles sat a well dressed employee who was typing frantically at a computer. The woman employee ignored Faye as she stepped into the room.
Faye's eyes located three offices adjacent to each other against the back wall. Without even having to urge her feet to move, they had already begun the walk to the offices.
Upon arrival at the doors, she briefly wondered wether or not she was delivering herself to the devil. What was it that priests use to say? Was she walking through the valley of the shadow of death? Why was she mentioning a priest any ways?
The rest of the room forgotten, her eyes rested on the numbers 221 embedded above the door. Whoever found her was waiting just inside for her to walk in. Faye knew that the office's location and the ability to find her meant that whoever it was had connections. He was on top of his game.
Taking one last glance at the number, Faye pushed the door open, pulling it shut behind her.
The office wasn't nearly as large as she had thought it was going to be. The square room was only large enough to fit a desk, some metal cabinets and two chairs for any visitors that may drop by.
Seated behind the desk was a man with copper hair that appeared to have never seen a brush. The man was staring out the window with his back to her. His voice was scratchy, but it seemed to be able of hiding his emotions. "So I'm finally getting to meet the infamous Raven."
Faye lifted her chin at the mention of her mercenary name. The media had stated that "the murderer swept down like a raven to take what it wanted and leave without anyone ever realizing". Now grown men would tremble at the mere mention of the Raven. She had found her respect.
"I hear you come highly recommended." The man slowly turned his chair to face the renowned mercenary. His eyes were a deep green almost that of her own if it wasn't for the white smudges that appeared within.
The ebony haired woman crossed her arms as she spoke for the first time since entering the office. "Perhaps."
The man's eyes widened after she had spoke. His gaze dropped to his hands and looked as though the man was blushing. The freckles that covered his face disappeared as his cheeks reddened. "You're the Raven and your...your..your..."
"A woman?" Faye supplied for him. A smile threatened to split her lips, but it was quickly drained away.
"Yes...um..sorry." His hands fumbled for a paper laying atop his desk. Once they had found it, his hands raised it towards her.
Slender hands held the sheet with information as well as a picture while she slowly read the words. "His name is..."
"I don't care who he is." Faye deadpanned while returning the paper. Something caused her to hold onto the picture. Jade eyes continuously studied the image, committing every detail to her memory.
"Easier to deal with huh?"
"Yeah. Something like that." Lie. She he wouldn't understand her reasoning if she was to explain to him. Faye started towards the door, but the sound of his voice caused her to glance back.
"Kill him and the media will grab wind of it. Once I see it on tv, ten million woolong will be delivered to where your staying."
Strange. He was still watching the spot where she had been. "Alright." Faye pushed the door open, her eyes catching and unconsciously reversing one word printed on the glass.
Giles
************* ************
She was the darkness. It wrapped around her as though she were its child that it was striving to protect. The mother guided her child by the hand into the crevices of safety. She followed always a step in its wake, however they moved as one.
She could feel it breathing against her. Its warmth tickling the hairs on her neck into a state of awareness. The darkness always did that to her. At night she lived.
Faye's eyes narrowed slightly to make out the distinct shape of the edge of the wall. Her feet easily closed the distance, leaving her with a strange but brief feeling that almost resembled that of disappointment. As quickly and abruptly as it had arrived, the feeling disappeared.
Her toes curved under her feet clinging to the roof as she strained to peer over the edge. The drop to the balcony wasn't that far, but it was large enough to cause pain if she didn't land correctly. The Raven's jaw set in determination as her feet one after the other stepped off the building.
The wind burned against her skin as she began to fall. Faye's skin paled in the midst of the beating. The ebony locks were barely visible in the night as they spread out behind her in the wind as if they were a flag.
Her speed began to increase as she continued to fall. Her arms raised to her sides as if she expected to fly with them. The Raven was flightless. The feelings stirring inside her as she dropped intrigued her. Was that what happiness had felt like? Who was she kidding? Faye couldn't remember happiness, and she wouldn't remember that feeling in a few minutes.
Her boots made rough contact with the metal balcony. Long well-toned legs bent to absorb the shock from the descent. One hand had found its way between her legs to the balcony in a effort to maintain balance as he trench coat lingered in the air, before gliding to the ground.
Footsteps could be heard coming towards the balcony. Faye wasn't certain wether or not they had heard her landing, but either way it was time for her to act.
Twin glass doors to the Raven's left opened from the middle. The man from the picture poked his head out from within the apartment, a baseball bat held firmly between his hands.
Before he could even begin to react Faye had leapt from her kneeling position to send a forceful roundhouse kick into his stomach. The heels of her boots caused most of the harm as the surprised man was thrown backwards staggering in search of balance. It never came. He fell to his back on the carpet.
Faye stepped inside the apartment ignoring the room around her. Green eyes were focused intently on the man sprawled across the floor. She could remember every minute detail on his face down to the dimples.
Reflexes took over unconsciously drawing her gun from the inside pocket of her coat. Faye had spent time perfecting her already marginal precision and accuracy, so that if rushed her shot wouldn't miss.
The man began to lean up, the bat back in his hands. His charcoal eyes locked with hers as thunder broke the silence.
Blood. A sticky liquid that no man ever wished to see in his life rolled down between his eyes like tears. The man's eyes widened in disbelief as his face contorted to that of pain, and his body slumped to the floor in an unnatural position.
It had all happened within a second. One second had ended the man's life, and Faye could only stare with a distanced look in her eyes at the body.
Movement in the shadows to her side brought Faye out of her removed state of mind.
Someone else was there.
A woman and she had seen Faye's face. She couldn't be allowed to live.
The woman was clutching a gold ring in a panic. "You killed him! You bitch you killed him!" His wife was wearing a countenance of pure terror after watching her husband's murder in their home.
The Raven turned to confront the woman. She had taken no more than three steps when the woman fell to her knees. Tears were streaking her swollen face. "Please don't kill me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Please don't....don't...please!!!" The woman clutched Faye's hand desperately. "Don't kill me! I'll give you anything! Just please don't kill me!"
Faye allowed herself to nod.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The woman flew to her deceased husband's side. Sobs wracked her body as she clutched his hand in prayer that he would magically awaken to find her beside him.
Faye approached the woman who's back was now facing her. The gun slowly found its way to press against the red hair. The woman was dead instantly. There was no pain, and no fear.
White curtain billowed in the evening wind, drawing the mercenary back out onto the balcony. The night air a chill against her fevered skin. Faye stood on the balcony her thoughts returning to woman lying in a puddle of her own blood within the apartment. She told the woman she would live, the fear had left her body and then she had killed her without the woman ever knowing. Perhaps she was turning soft.
For the second time that evening, a brief feeling of disappointment swept through her body. It had been such an easy job. If it was going to be so easy, then why was the price so high?
Faye closed her eyes as the wind caressed her face. Why did she care if the price was too high for such an easy target? It was her money now.
Instincts spoke to her reporting to her that it was time to flee before the cops could arrive,
but something caught her eye.
The gray moon hung low in the sky, the shadows of her many craters adding to her wild majestic beauty. A light yellow ring circled Callisto.
Trouble.
A ring around the moon meant trouble. Odd. When did she start believing in superstitions? Faye shrugged inwardly at her thoughts of the moon. Whatever trouble was coming, she was prepared for it.
Okee whatdya think? I promise the next chapter is going to be the start of the good stuff. I just need this in for some minor reasons. Ummm I don't have much to say this time, so... uh how is everybody. *only hears crickets* okee....uh well bye bye!