Session Nine : Dark Ambition

Faye suddenly jumped when she realized something important. "Ed!"

"Ed?" Spike pulled away from the tight fist she had suddenly placed on his hair. "Ow! Faye!"

"Yeah...sorry. Ed. Has she come?"

Spike rubbed his head. "I would not know..."

"Oh, yeah...that's true..." Faye's vision wandered away from him. The events of earlier that day played through both their minds. Trying to break the dark atmosphere she herself had created, Faye spoke. "I think we should go find her."

"We?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"I was thinking that it would be best if you were to stay in case she comes back. Knowing that kid if she came and saw it empty, she'd just run off again. Then we'll never find her."

Faye smiled. "True. Alright, I'll stay. But uh...just before you go out, put some clothes on!"

Spike returned the smile even though he knew she was still hurting beyond even what she could understand. He knew if he just gave her some time alone, then maybe she could heal a little or at least let the spinning room that was her mind settle down.

Soon enough, Spike was fully clothed and walking the streets of the small town they had stayed in, in search of a geniusly insane, little girl.

Faye sighed. She still hadn't moved from her position in the couch in fear of losing the moment. She wanted to absorb it all, but a great part of her still shriveled with fear. She had held him in her arms, on her chest and he didn't pull away. Faye brought a clutched hand towards her torso. Was it because he felt the same way I do about him or...because of...what happened? Was he just as confused as I was? I...

She finally rose, her legs guiding her to her room. The window in front of her reflected the bewildered emotions that wove on her face, in her eyes. The color of fear stood out the most.

Faye let herself fall on her bed which was adorned with paper and trash. Really gotta get out of that habit...she thought as she pushed the paper away to give herself a decent amount of room. The paper fought back when the little pile Faye was colleting fell on top of her. Tossing the papers out of the bed in frustration, she froze to a motionless figure when she saw what she was holding.

It was a calendar.

Faye's eyes widened, fear rising and twisting within her features yet again. She had forgotten. No, that was a lie. She had wished to forget but it had only been repressed with a desire for it to disappear. But now, it came with a fierce and piercing impact.

"Please tell him this...Day of the full moon by the grave. He'll understand."

The hand that clutched the calender had white knuckles. It began to shake, distorting the numbers and symbols on it but Faye had already grasped a good look at them. And she understood.

Day of the full moon. She meant the day before the night of the full moon. Faye's hand lost its strength and dropped the calender. It's tomorrow. But where is this grave she speaks of?

By the grave...By the grave...

Faye suddenly gasped as she heard Spike's voice ring in her ears. She remembered where they were from, that time when he had opened up to her. When he spoke of his painful past. When he had spoken of her. Julia.

"She asked me to meet her at our usual place, the graveyard with the only cross-shaped tombstone in Mars..."

Faye didn't understand why she swept all of the remaining trash on her bed with one flying arm, a cry of-...anger? frustration? something else?- accompanying it. She wants to meet him tomorrow, by the only cross-shaped tombstone in Mars...but I still don't know what time...

Day of the full moon.

Those taunting words split through her head. Yet, they were the only clue she had. What point of the day does it met the night? It would be dusk...when the sun is low and the moon is rising. A fiery inferno to introduce the oncoming darkness...how fitting.

Faye couldn't place the emotion that began to shake through her body.

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"Damn it, where can one little brat go?" Spike muttered under his breath as he leaned against the side of a building, cigarette in his mouth, hands in his pocket.

He gazed around but could only see an ocean of bobbing heads, none which were a bright, spiky orange. Spike sighed.

He then heard a whimpering sound, followed by a bark.

"Ein! Find the ship!"

Spike's face fell as he recognized the dog that had suddenly appeared around his feet. He braced himself for the impact that was to follow.

"Cowboy Man!" Ed jumped and coiled herself around Spike. "Ed found you!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Spike sighed. "Let's go.."

Faye was dressed in her usual attire as she sat on the yellow couch. Her hands would refuse to stay still, fingers curling around her hair, drumming on the couch's armrest. She didn't know what to do about the message. She could either tell Spike, leave it alone, or...

"Damn it, Ed! Get off!"

Faye gave a small smile as she heard Spike's distant voice before the door opened and he entered. She stood seeing the party of three walk, run, or jump down the stairs.

"Ed..."

A childish laughter rang out as Ed saw Faye. "Faye! Faye!" A bark followed.

Usually, Faye would've evaded Ed's embrace but this time, she even crouched down to envelope the little girl in her arms.

She was a woman without a past and with a dark future. But...this was her home, as crappy and hot water-less as it was, and these people are her family. She had felt the impaling impact of losing one of them and it was something she refuses to ever feel again. She is not going to lose anyone anymore. Faye came to her decision.

She was going to face Julia, alone.

She's not going to lose this.

Yea! Guess what? I updated! So nice...But sorry it took so long. Holidays and food...and laziness and sleep...ing late...hehehe...Well, I hope you guys are enjoying your vacations and holidays! I know I am! Well I'll see you later! And of course,

THANK YOU!