A/n: Here is the exciting and short climax to this story. I know many of you had voted for a happy ending, and although it may not seem like it, a happy ending is exactly what you guys will be receiving! Yay! We are winding down to the last chapters so enjoy every minute you have left. Thank you all so very much for reading and reviewing, it all means very much to me! Now without further ado.. here is the next chapter of Tears of the Angels. Love, WhiteCarolinaRose.

Tears of the Angels

Peace…silent, sweet, Peace. It was all she heard as she drifted into a state of unconsciousness. She felt no pain she felt no remorse. She did not feel the blood that had drifted down her face, and tangled in her hair. All she heard was the sound of her voice whispered on the lips of the man she loved, and the feeling of warmth, enveloping her heart…Spike, he came.

Spike's fists slammed against the boarding, splinters slipping underneath his skin with each pound. His heart was hammering in his chest and his yells came out as twisted cries and he angrily declared war on the monstrous form that had placed a blow on Faye, knocking her unconscious and possibly dead. Faye. His heart clamed shut, and he felt little or no emotion to what had happened. He knew it was there though, deep in the pit of his stomach resting like a vicious dog, awaiting the moment to release his cry and charge the bastard man. The monster grinned happily to him. His fingers resting on the jawbone of Faye as he gently touched her face, his dirty fingers smudging the smooth porcelain of her skin. The simple act had Spike's gut bursting with flame and anger. A feeling he swallowed knowing it would cause nothing but more harm to the situation. He needed to get in there, to grab her, take her out of the building and yet all exits seemed sealed tight. The beast had laughed at him mocking the entry way and the bounty hunter. It had smiled at Spike, and touched the beloved Faye, grinning and laughing at his helplessness. Little did he know. Spike was more than he bargained for.

Spike lifted a gun from his hilt, and fired hitting the monstrous beast in the arm, disabling the left. The beast let out a blood curling scream and lifted his hammer, and ran for an attack. It seemed so ingenious and so brilliant and it was amazing that Spike himself came up with it. The beast man slammed the mallet down onto the boarding breaking it away, only to find Spike waiting a floor up, and an alligator shoe clear in the middle of his forehead. Spike, was in the building.

The man appeared to be no trouble at all for Spike. As a matter of fact it looked as if it was a fairly easy fight as he could tell. The man was slow in his mind, obviously suffering from mental problems. He was clumsy and yet skilled at the things that he could accomplish. It's his clumsiness that just may cost Spike the battle, Go Spike! Go!

The Man had fallen to the ground Spike's shoe and weight on his face as he groaned in pain and surprise. He had not expected Spike to get in so easily, and yet he felt it no trouble now. He will be taken care of like the female on the ground and the countless others before him.

Spikes frame raced past the man and paused beside Faye's, scooping her up into his arms and quickly dodging the swift mallet that seemed to rain down upon him from the recovered beast. He had to get her out of the room. At least until he had defeated the guy. He ran into a room where the carpet had been dirty, the chandelier hanging over head sweetly and cans and bottles littered the floor. She would stay here for a moment, at least until he could rid them both of the monstrous human. He glanced down at Faye, her body clad in a bloody dirty wedding dress and he couldn't help but feel angry and sad at himself. Her own blood sticky to her head and her breaths faint whispers from her form. If she didn't get help soon she would die. He had to end this quick.

Spike placed his hand into his hilt and pulled out the gun turning sharply to return to the room he had been in. He had underestimated the speed of the man, and greatly underestimated his senses. The man was behind him. Mallet overhead, as he rained it down on Spike. Spike jumped back, his form nearly tripping over Faye before he felt the blow to his hand with the gun. He screamed and cursed in pain as the wooden mallet met his hand and crushed the bones inside causing the gun to slide clear across the room. He had fallen back in front of Faye and was leaning on his good hand eyes staring angrily into the eyes of the man's. They were cloudy and unreadable, and had instilled fear in Spike's own body. He was deranged and blood thirsty dying to kill the next person he saw. Lifting his arms he placed the mallet over his head and swung down as hard as he could.

Faye's legs were moving pounding heavily on the concrete as she ran for help, along Sunrise Ave. Her feet felt heavy and her own body weary as she made the treacherous trip. The night had creeped over the surroundings quickly, rain had long ago started falling, the cold shivers running down her soft skin. Her hair had plastered to her face and her own breaths sent puffs of coldness through the air. She had a long gown on, her hair and body done up almost as if it had been her wedding day. Her dress bounced behind her, its satin and silk ruined by the pitter patter of drops, her shoes slowly finding themselves on the ground behind her. She was out of breath and yet she felt an urgency to continue running knowing that if she didn't reach the house on the hill something terribly bad would happen. The bouquet she had been carrying was now just a memory lost in a sea of rainwater behind her on the rocky sidewalk. Her dress slowly tore away, leaving behind nothing but her yellow shorts and tank top. She felt like herself, felt like the old Faye, and yet, some how she didn't. She felt like the innocent girl who had been raised with momma and poppa, the girl who had danced and sent cheers for herself in the future and in the same instance, she didn't. She didn't know what was inside her, didn't know what was outside of her, and yet she knew if she didn't reach the house all would be lost.

Her feet slapped against the pavement as she drew closer and closer her urgency increasing with each step. She pushed and pushed until she raced through the door of the house and paused at the living room. There was a woman in a chair, her hair tied behind her in a tight purple bun. She had knitting in her fingers and she hummed a short tune, her face shadowed by the darkness of the room. Faye fell to her feet, her eyes brimming with tears as her hand rested slowly on the lap of the woman in the chair. Her voice was tired, out of breath and hoarse and somehow she managed to speak.

Help me…please! You've got to help me! I don't know what's wrong, but something's wrong.

Shh. You know what's wrong Faye.

The woman rested the knitting on the table by her chair and proceeded to stroke Faye's wet hair softly. Faye didn't know why but she began to feel comforted by the act and in the same instance angry for the delay.

You don't understand! Something is not right! I know it isn't! But I don't know what it is!

Faye, my dear, you know what is wrong, do not be afraid.

I don't know! You do. Are you ashamed of me?

The question had come from nowhere, probably deep within the heart of the young girl, fearful of the things she had done in the future. Stealing, sex, drugs, lies. She knew it was something that she should never be proud of, and yet, she was a woman and felt that these are the things a real bounty woman would do… right?

No. The things you have done have helped you get where you are. Never be ashamed, but never return.

What now! Where do I go. Who do I find!

You know what to do Faye.

The tears stung her eyes in a fury of confusion and anger. She didn't know. Didn't know where she belonged to or what to do. She wanted the approval of the woman seated before her. Wanted to know that it would be okay and she was doing a good job and yet, she had not received and probably wouldn't with the way things were turning out. If she didn't hurry, something would happen, and she knew whatever it was, she didn't want it.

Please, say it! Please, Mom… say it!

The woman looked down at the girl a streak of lightning flashed across the sky illuminating the Earth. She looked just like the daughter before her, perhaps 30 some odd years older and yet she had a face of her own and a life all her own. Taking Faye's face into her hands she stroked the tears away and spoke softly to her.

You know, that as long as there is breathe in your lungs, I will be proud of you. Do not try to return to this time Faye. You cannot live the life you used to have. You have the future, stop searching for the past. It is time for you to let go of this. The Tears of the Angels will no longer protect you my darling. You are your own individual now, and now it is time for you to wake up.

Faye stared at the woman again, unsure of exactly she was saying. She felt the woman pull back from her touch, and Faye whimpered scared to lose what she had just re-found afraid to never again see her mother's sweet face. Suddenly, there was a man besides her…dad, and her little sister! She reached her hand out to them and in the same moment lightning struck and the images changed. Instead of her father beside her mother it was Jet. Her little sister, Ed, and the person in the chair, Spike. He reached his hand out and touched her own, a whisper slipping from his lips. Suddenly her entire body had jolted in pain her stomach and head hissing and pounding. A soft cry left her lips and she reached out her fingers and brushed against cool metal.

My Cowgirl…wake up.

The gun felt weird in her hand although she had fired it many times. It felt new, and strangely comfortable in the nook of her hand. It felt so natural for her index finger to slid across the trigger, a single bullet raining out and slipping sickly into the flesh of the man's heart, his life over before he had even hit the ground. The mallet fell from his hands and landed in a place Faye could not quite remember. She didn't remember Spike pulling her into his arms or the kiss they shared there after. Jets arrival went unremembered in her mind nor boarding the Bebop in a quest for home. All she remembered was the words of her mother and the words of her Spike.

A/N: VERY short chapter indeed but the major climax of the story. YAY! Sadly however the story is winding down into its final chapter(s). Yes I know so sad and yet so fulfilling! Thanks for everyone reading and to those reviewing. I will leave you with a very tasty morsel to snack upon with the next chapters okay! Love you all! Enjoy! See ya!