Session Seven : Sin
Her wrists were red and scratched from his iron grip. He was drunk. She knew. That or he had gone insane.
His strength continued to surprise her as he pulled her to the room. Through the hallway, she tried to grab onto anything she could find, but he would just grip her wrists and continue to pull her. Her chest was exposed, strips of cloth hanging around her waist, the dress that reached her ankles no longer did, torn and dangling above her knees. As a last resort, she grabbed the doorway to his room in hopes of escaping but he reached her already bruising wrist and pulled her hard and fast enough into the room for her to land on the bed.
"Spike! Stop!" Faye shrieked, grasping the blanket below her so tightly her nails were penetrating through it and impaling themselves in the palms of her hands. "Spike..."
He had his back to her, relieving himself of his coat. It felt silently on the floor. As Spike closed the door, Faye backed away from his on coming figure. She tried to jump away from him, but he caught her around the waist.
What am I doing? Faye angrily thought. Stop acting like such a weakling and fuckin' hit the bastard! With that in mind, she turned and punched Spike on the chin. His neck popped due to the blow, but he only gripped the hold around her waist tighter. Faye coughed, surprised by the sudden cut off of her air supply.
Spike threw her back on the bed and pinned her down in a similar fashion as before. Faye coughed some more. He began to kiss her neck, slowly inching to her breasts, while holding both her wrists over her head with one hand. With his free hand, Spike stroked her leg, going higher and past the hem of her dress until his fingers toyed with her undergarment. His hand then went to her navel, traveling up until he cupped her breasts.
Faye squirmed as much as she could, dry tears staining her cheeks. I can't...
She gasped when one hard and swift, fluid-like movement of his hand stripped her of the skimpy-like garments that were barley hanging onto her body. All that there was were her undergarments which, with what they were covering, wouldn't have made much of a difference if they were there or not.
Spike spent no time in admiring, his hands and fingers slipped past her panties and into her womanhood. Faye bit her lower lip, trying to free herself from the grip he had on her wrists. She cried out loud, unable to contain her fury and pain any longer.
"I'M NOT EVER GOING TO FORGIVE YOU!"
For a moment Spike paused, leaving her, his hold on her wrists loosening. Faye didn't have to think twice. Pulling her arms apart, Spike's hand released her. She wasted no time in slashing his face away from him. Spike recoiled, his hand on his face. When he brought it down, a thin, yet dark trail of blood was running down his chin.
Faye was halfway to the door, when Spike grabbed hold of her waist yet again and dragged her back to the bed. Faye cried out loud yet mentally thanked a figment of her imagination when all went black and she felt no more.
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Spike felt as if he had awakened from a dream, as if finally he had escaped something. Something that had, had a deeply rooted hold on him for...
Faye!
His eyes widened as his vision began to clear. He was in his room with Faye in front of him, her body wrapped in the bed sheet...and only that. She was sitting, her head buried between her knees, arms hugging her legs. Spike didn't understand what was going on.
"Faye...?" he inched towards her. The vibration that the bed made with his movement snapped her head up and Spike recoiled at what he saw on her features.
"I'M NOT EVER GOING TO FORGIVE YOU!"
Her words suddenly rang insider his head. Spike jumped out of the bed, realizing what it was that he had just done. It wasn't just that fact that made him nauseous but also who it was that he had done it to.
More words haunted him.
"So, you don't want me to touch her? Do you care for her that much?"
That Takeshi bastard.
Spike shook his head. No...I didn't want you to touch her. I didn't want anyone to touch her...But...what...did...I...do? How could I?
"Faye..." he reached out for her.
She flinched away, her eyes closed, and began to shiver.
Spike's vision began to blur as tears gathered in his eyes. "No...Faye, I didn't..." He then noticed the bracelet of bruises that circled both her wrists. The nausea returned. He just wanted to get out and scream it all away. He wanted to hold Faye and stroke her hair, telling her it was okay. But how could he do that? She wouldn't even look at him.
Stepping back, he almost slipped on a piece of cloth on the floor. It was a part of Faye's dress that she had dyed black in order to mourn their fallen comrade. The same dress Jet gave her.
"You know, Spike, I think Faye might look nice in this dress. She really is a beautiful woman. I wish she didn't expose herself so much. Guess I really am overprotective of her. What do you think? Spike?"
"I think I'm going to wear the dress Jet gave me to his funeral. I'm gonna dye it black so it won't remind me too much of him. I really am going to miss him...Spike?"
Spike gagged. He placed a hand over his mouth as he rushed to their small bathroom. His vomit mixed with his tears.
Washing himself, Spike noticed for the first time the dry blood that decorated his face. His reflection on the small, broken mirror showed him a scar that will never heal. Faye would bear one too, only hers would be more visible to him than his own.
Somehow, Spike managed to walk back to his room to find Faye motionless in the same spot she was before.
"I...uh...brought you some clothes," Spike handed her some spare undergarments and an oversized T-shirt he was surprised to find in her closet. He placed them next to her when she didn't acknowledge them or him.
Spike began to walk out of the room. He paused by the doorway. "Faye, I...I know this doesn't really mean anything but...I really am sorry. I didn't mean to...I didn't know what I was doing. It..." He gave up when he noticed she wasn't listening.
"I'll go ahead and leave you here so you can have time alone. I'll just be in the main room. Please Faye..."
She finally moved. Her head slowly slid away from her knees, one eye peeking through the curtain of hair.
"Faye...?'
Her voice was raspy and cracked. "You're frightening...when you don't talk." And with that, she returned back to her dark world.
O.O Whoa...this has gotten pretty dark. I hope you guys still like it though! D'oh! Well as always, Thank you! Because you guys deserve to be thanked, let's see...I think there were some questions in some of the reviews you guys left me...Sorry I took so long to answer them. I kept on forgetting to do so in my past chapters!
Let's see...I think I remember somebody asking what the ace of spades meant. Well it just symbolizes death, kinda like an omen of something bad. Pretty much it's not good. If you recall, that card has come out in the anime. Heh. Oh yeah and about my grammar, I try to go over my documents and stuff but...I always go over my mistakes and I hate that!
Well, thank you guys so much for reading and stuff! I really appreciate it and am glad you're staying with the story. Trust me, you're gonna cry. Muahahahahaha! x.x
Oh and do you like the story's new title? I didn't like the old one and this one sounded cool! -