Tears of the Angels

A heavy wooden door stood sanctuary to horribly dirty room that had been rented for the night. Footsteps padded heavily on one side, belonging to that of prostitutes, drug addicts, people down hard on their luck and the managers that ran the place. Screams and yells were often exchanged between them leaving the room echoing from both its emptiness and its width, but the sounds did not seem to penetrate the ears of violet haired beauty.

When she entered she had worn a yellow outfit, much that would be adorned on a prostitute, which eventually caused her problems. Many of the johns leaving the room took a great liking to her, especially since she wasn't toting one on her way up. A few provocative whistles earned them either a mouth full of white boots, or permanent damage to their children. Normally it would have been a strike to her dignity, or rather, what was left of her dignity, but she was in no mood, nor was she in character for it. She was no longer Faye Valentine. She was no longer the sexy strutting little seductress she had always been. Now… she was just, there. No name, no meaning, no purpose… just there.

She had been lying on the bed for at least twenty four hours, or what she assumed to be twenty four hours. She had laid there, her arms and legs distraught on a thin-sheeted bed, as the raindrops mercilessly pounded at her window. Her walls were a dirty white and the room reeked of stale cigarettes and hookers giving their money's worth. All which Faye was well acquainted with, but took no kindness to. Her mattress squeaked with each movement, not that she noticed, and her carpet was littered with all sorts of debris from the earlier couple. Band-Aids, broken bottles, a bit of blood here and there, and stains that even if she tried, she really couldn't recognize, not that it was in her best interests to recognize them. The only thing that was in her best interests at the moment was to lay there, and soak in the lonely, painful feeling that was surrounding her being and suffocating her in ways she had never imagined could exist. Her heart was betraying her. After all those times she snuck dog food to keep it nourished, and took it easy while working. All those things she did to keep her heart healthy and yet it looked as if it were out to get her, and to hurt her.

Her brain had all together given up with her, and stopped working. It got its outcome, revenge and yet, it seemed that it was all it wanted. Nothing more, Nothing less. Her eyes had taken on a life of their own, constantly filled with tears stinging and destroying her precious cheeks. I'd do anything for you… Those were the only words that floated into her mind, surrounding her body and squeezing her tight. Her heart had screamed it, right when she saw him last, and yet her mind hadn't heard it, and now both are in agony… damn it!

Faye rolled over and looked to the door, its wooden frame barely hanging on by a few screws. Suddenly the wheels in her head were working again. Where are you? Where… was he? Spike…Where was he? If he loved her… surely he would be coming for her… right? She left the communication on for him in her ship. She even left the browser on so that if he were desperate, Ed would be able to contact her. But the door didn't move. Her Ship's phone didn't ring, and most importantly… he hadn't come for her. She brushed at the tears sliding down her face before she turned away from the door and shook violently with sobs… he hadn't come for her, and he probably wouldn't.

The door shook violently almost threatening to fly off the hangers as it was pounded on by a dear, dear friend. The Cowboy's ears perked up, almost hoping it had been Faye, that is until a sweet baritone voice slipped through the brown of his door crushing all his hopes and dreams in one tiny motion. It had been a few hours since he left his room… 24 to be exact. It had been reminded to him every hour on the hour by the Jetser himself, who was obviously concerned with what remained of his family. Heh... if he was that concerned he wouldn't have let her go now would he? Heh…If Spike was that concerned he would have known it was coming and prevented it. Funny the way life works right? Just when you thought you had something, it disappears and you never see it again. Makes you really wonder.

As if on cue the pounding stopped and distant footsteps could be heard along with low and threatening grumbles. Jet had obviously given up on Spike, positive if he was hungry he would make his way out the room and eat. Right? Wrong! Spikes stomach had been screaming since he woke up that morning and found his bed empty. He attempted a cup of coffee but eventually gave that up as his body began to lurch, relieving itself of what ever sat heavy on his stomach. It was almost too bad he couldn't do that with his heart. Even though she was causing him the most pain in the world… he loved her, and probably wouldn't have it any other well. Well, besides having her by his side right now.

He thought he had done good by her, thought he had turned over a new leaf, started the life he always wanted. To be in love and run side by side with someone who shared his passion for danger, action, adventure. He thought it would have been enough… damn it… why wasn't it enough! He knew he had hurt her... but he didn't know he had hurt her this bad. He didn't mean it…she of all people should have known that! He didn't mean to run out there and get killed by the syndicate. All right, maybe he did, but damn it, he thought she put it behind her! Thought she had finally forgiven him and that they could move forward. Well, guess not. Cause here he is, on his bed, occasionally wiping at those damn tears that greatly compromised his man hood. He was Spike Spiegel, and Spiegel did not cry, nor did he feel remorse. If he wanted something he went after it and got it, and if it weren't in his reach there would be hell to pay. …Faye wasn't in his reach, and now…he was paying hell for it.

SPIKE!

Damn, when did he return? Why did he return? Can't he see a man is grieving? He didn't want anyone to see him like this… most of all Jet.

Listen Spike… I know your probably just pretending like Faye didn't just leave or that whatever you guys had never existed.

Wow! What a companion. First he's suggesting he was doing something that was both too cruel of him, and something he wished he sure as hell could do, then he's actually bringing it up? Wow, father is mighty bold.

And I know it's none of my business but maybe you should follow her. Lord knows where she could be, and for that matter, if she's all right. I'm sure you've got enough smooth talk in you to get her back. She's probably waiting for you.

Waiting… for me?

The ships soared among the clouds, its red wings stretched over the particles of air, as it forced itself onward. The sun had been setting on the horizon, a beautiful pink and orange glow settled on the sky, as stars made their appearance on the other half of the world. Birds flew along side the ship, lasting only a second before becoming a blur in Spike's rearview mirror. Waiting for him? She was waiting for him. Some sick sad joke that Faye always seemed to pull. Damn her. Too many games for him to understand just exactly what she wanted. Did she want him, to follow her? Leave her alone and then come after her? Or just let her find her way back on her own? There was always something new with that damned broad and honestly… it was annoying. She complains a lot, she nags a lot, she is greedy. Heh, but Lord did he care for that annoying little wench. So much that an aroma of white roses was settling itself on his interior, marking the territory of a now whipped bounty hunter. Well, whipped when he was with her that is… heh… cough… damn…whipped, was that what he was now?

Spike landed his ship in the uneven parking lot and climbed out, his lanky form guarding the flowers behind him. We'll, this is where Jet said I would find her. A sleazy motel great! Looks and smells (ugh) just like something Faye would pick too. Sighing to himself, Spike walked across the parking lot, stepping in pots holes and having the ground beneath his foot collapse a few times before he angrily made it to the front door. Pants all scuffed and dirty and face obviously restraining anger with the owner. If he ever needed fast money, he knew he could just come sure this place. Hell maybe that's why its so cheap, so poor, cause the owners been sued so many times he doesn't know which was is right.

Spike made his way up the steps, cigarette between his lips and flowers in hands as each hoe tried to have her way with him. It almost worked on the last one too, the only problem with her was the beard. A lot better than the first ones he crossed. Peg legs, obvious extra packaging more than likely bigger than his, deep voices, hairy bodies. Damn... it was more like a circus. He made his way to the desk, and asked the motel owner where he could find a purple haired slut.

Ahh, so you're here for her! I was wondering why a nice broad would come here all alone. Such a pretty one she was too. I had my own swing at her, but she obviously wasn't taking any clients. I'm betting you're rich eh? Maybe that's why she would be wanting ya. Listen. Her room is on da 2nd floor all right? Apartment A. Take an extra swing for me yeah?

The manager was short, white hair and pudgy looking… much like President Bush who was not stopped by those darned pretzels. Probably consumed so much he was gonna explode. He had sneaky little grinch grin to him, one that looked like he would steal the diapers off a baby and resell it to that same child, doodoo inside and all. He was obviously too amused with the little wench and her now appearing John to notice that Spikes eyes were narrowing with every word he said.

Are you positive her room is 2A?

Yup, had a look there myself too. She was tired, sleeping when I did check on her. Too bad eh mate? Would have had myself almost as good a time as you're gonna.

Hmm, Apartment 2A… thank you.

Don't menti-

Before the manager could finish a fist was sent square in his eye knocking him backwards and into the nearest wall. A gaping hole was left behind him, exposing a prostitute and a large client who had obviously eaten too many Hohos. Heh… or hoes… hey look… I made a funny. Spike cracked his knuckles and made his way up the creaky stairs. The hallway was an ugly navy blue, obviously to hide the years and years of dirt and residue that was not being cleaned. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he finished the navy carpeted landing, and entered into a hallway with dim lighting. This hallway was obviously held with some type of elegance. It had a painting the sole heir to consideration in the room. Even if the purples overlapped he pinks and looked like a 2-year-old child drew it. The nose was all the way on the top of head and what the hell! Who would name their child Picassos? Whatever, it doesn't matter…Faye.

He stopped in front of the door that said 2A. The door beige, more than likely from years of dirty managers and cheap maids. The number two was hanging by only a nail, and looked as if any minute it was fall and crumble to the dirty beige carpeting. And what do you know? The fallen 2 revealed a clean white behind it. Why was Spike not surprised? Sighing to himself and peaked inside the peephole. Well, can't see much now can he? Well, ready or not here comes your knight and shining armor and if she didn't want to come he'll drag her back by her damned hair!

Spike chuckled to himself, but it was the only real thing he could do to prevent himself from screaming in frustration. His heart was pounding against his ribcage, his mind thinking a million thoughts at once. What if she didn't want to go back? What if she refused to see him again? What if she really didn't want him? He sighed before he pushed the door, and waited as it moved, squeaking loudly on its hinges. Now would be the time for him to win her back, it was now or never, everything or nothing. He watched as the room came into view, his breathing and heartbeat stopped…this is it… this is it. When the door had finally opened Spike stood there, disbelief in his eyes and pain searing through his heart. She wasn't there.

Damn it! Damn her! She wasn't in there! She… wasn't there. Spike stumbled forward and sat on the edge of the bed, his body numb and shaking slightly. His legs were parted slightly his arms resting on his knees, his hands draped between his legs. The flowers he had been holding so tightly crumbled to the floor, buds falling free from stems and leaving a mess of petals before him. He shuddered in pain as he fought tears of desperation, desire, pain and embarrassment. She didn't want him did she? How could he have been so fucking stupid as to think she wanted him? Dumb ass Spike, never misses a chance to be fucked over with the ladies huh? He puffed heavily n his cigarette the only thing preventing his lips from releasing agonizing cries and screams.

He knew she had been here. He felt her… he knew it… that and the mass of purple hair obviously combed out said so. At first he had hoped she had been in the bathroom, just maybe she was still there, and yet he knew he was lying to himself. The room key was on the table, a few bills left under it. He sat there, for a few hours watching and waiting the bathroom door as he held pain at bay, struggling to understand what was happening. He could have very well got up and checked the room, finding out for himself if she was really there... but he was too afraid of what he would find. Or rather what he wouldn't. It wasn't until the manager came upstairs that he finally realized Faye was gone.

Hey buddy where's ya lady friend? Did you see the guy who hit me! Gave me a bleeding black eye he did! It was while I was talking to you, didn't even see it coming. He didn't attack me further so you did a nice job o scaring him off for me. He, buddy why ye sitting there looking like yur dog just died? Did she bite you? Aww, poor thing, probably not as bad as I feel. Imagine that wall will ya! Imma be needing a thin sheet of plywood to be fixing that. Thinking maybe its in the basement yeah? Oh. Buddy don't be telling the gov't about what I was telling you. If they got wind of this place I'd be shipped right back to Pluto for prison!

The manager rambled on as Spike puffed on, oblivious to the man's ranting.

Hey buddy? You all right?

The manager looked up and saw the key on the table and the bills sitting under it.

Aww, your little wench left did she? Well it was nice of her to pay her bill at least. I was scared she was another of those hookers that left without paying. I be hating them girls!

Spike puffed the last of his cigarette and watched as the manager made his way over to the table scooping up the goods. Spike dropped his cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out with the top of his boot and turned towards the greedy manager.

Hey.

Yeah buddy?

I saw who hit you.

Really! Who was it, you got a description?

Yeah… it was me.

With that Spike raised his fist and knocked the guys other eye out, making sure to bring down his jaw with him.

Think twice before you insult another female. I'm not your buddy, oh… and keep the flowers.

With that, Spike turned to leave, but then stopped, reached down, scooped up the manager's money and then walked out. Hey… Faye owed him after all the trouble he went through to get there. Gas wasn't cheap…even if Jet was the one who bought it.

Hey my dear friends! Sorry for the delay. I've been under mountains of stress and honestly, I'm surprised I actually wrote this. It took like, an entire week! I hope the ficcy has you guys on the edge of your seats. I'm debating between a tragedy and a happy ending. What do you guys think? It will help shape what I'm thinking but won't ultimately be the ending factor in this all right? Oh! If there has been an increase in the foul language, heh don't worry there has been an increase in my speech and goes along with all the stress I've been holding at bay. I'm very sorry alright you guys! Forgive me! Well, enjoy, and be sure to review! Thanks everyone whose been reading!