His bright blue eyes had grown to an icy steel blue and his silvery hair had grown long and was obscuring half of his face as if hiding something.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing. How are you Alex?" he asked. His voice had grown raspy and cold. No comfort whatsoever could be sensed. She was paralyzed with fear as he spoke.
"I…I'm alright. How have you been?" she managed to stutter out. He leaned back in the large chair he was seated in.
"I'm doing well…very well." He said. She saw his new clothing. A black coat with gold trim and a golden chain holding it somewhat closed was worn over a black suit with a black button-down shirt and tie. "I've been traveling a lot lately and I'm only going to be here until the end of the week."
"Modeling work?" she asked, wondering why he'd be traveling so much.
"No, I got bored with modeling and broke into corporate world. The money is much better now anyway." He said as he rested his cheek on a balled up fist supported by an elbow on the arm of the chair. The hair that hid half of his face fell out of the way, revealing more of his pale skin.
"Good for you I suppose." She said nervously as she pulled her feet up onto the couch and sat with her legs crossed. He grinned.
"Well, since I'll only be here for another day or two, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me out to dinner tonight." His speech had grown more articulate and eloquent. She wasn't used to this. In the background, he could recognize two men in the similar outfit standing on either side of a door that reached to the ceiling.
"I'm not sure. Its pretty short notice for me and I don't know." She said nervously as she scratched the back of her neck. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned forward with his forearms resting on what looked like a desk.
"Just dinner tonight before I leave. Who knows when we'll see each other again? I've already booked a table at a wonderful restaurant in the city." He said trying to play the guilt card. It worked.
"Alright, I'll go so we can catch up." she sighed nervously as Spike and Jet walked in. from the door, you could get a clear shot at the screen. Spike glanced over at the screen and just about dropped the bottles he was carrying. He stopped dead and stared at the screen.
"Wonderful. Wear your most elegant dress and a ride will be waiting outside for you at 7 PM tonight." He said as he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands neatly on his lap. She shot him a curious glance, wondering how fancy was the restaurant.
"Alright. See you then." She said almost depressingly. Her eyes sank to the floor.
"See you tonight, dear." He said as he closed the link. Alex's eyes shot up to the screen but before she could say anything, the screen was blank. She could feel tears welling in her eyes, but quickly wiped them away as she stood. Spike was still stopped dead, half frightened of what he saw. Without wandering eyes, Alex walked into her and Spike's bedroom and started to collect money. She reached for her envelope of cash stored in the top drawer of the bedside table and as she did, she looked at the framed picture of her and Spike dressed as old time cowboys…well, she was dressed as a saloon girl and he was the cowboy. How he held her close in the picture and how they looked at each other. She remembered the day they took that picture was one of the best she had ever lived through. With a lone tear streaking down her cheek, she pulled out the entire envelope of cash, folded it up, and pocketed it. She pulled on her black trench coat and walked out of the room. Spike was already waiting for her, sitting on the end of the couch closest to their door with his arms folded across his chest.
"What was that all about?" he asked not even lifting his eyes from the ground with a questionable tone of voice.
"Spike, I…" she began before she was cut off.
"WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?" he screamed at her as he swiveled on the couch to face her. He was angry, she could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. She started to cry. Jet was watching from the kitchen and wanted to intervene, but didn't know how to. Without looking up, she spoke again.
"Spike, it's nothing for you to worry about," she said as tears streamed down her face and fell to the floor, "it's something I have to deal with. My past that's catching up with me." she said. He jumped to his feet and in a rage; he grabbed each one of her wrists. She winced in pain as he squeezed them tight.
"What are you doing with him? TELL ME THE TRUTH!" He yelled again.
"You're hurting me!" she cried as she looked with her teary eyes in to his enraged soul. He suddenly realized what he was doing and slowly loosened his grip. He seemed as if his spirit had been broken. She pulled her wrists back, away from his grasp and backed away from him. With a saddened expression growing on his face, he slowly sat back down on the couch. She quickly ran to the doorway in a flood of tears and stopped to look at him. He was staring at the palms of his shaky hands and breathing heavy. She looked to Jet who was walking over to her. She cried and ran to him only to be wrapped in his comforting arms. She cried into his jumpsuit as he rubbed her back.
"Alex, he needs some time to calm down. Try and stay out of his way for the rest of the night." He said softly as he let her go. She looked up at him and nodded. Taking one last look at a truly and utterly distraught Spike, she walked out and left the ship. As she stepped onto the dock, she felt her eyes tear up again. The anger she saw in his eyes followed by what seemed like a mental shock scared her. Why did he act like that? She had told him that she and Blade knew each other, but…but he didn't know what Blade looked like! He must've thought he was Vicious! Thinking the situation through Alex became upset to the point she collapsed to the wooden planks in a flood of tears.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing. How are you Alex?" he asked. His voice had grown raspy and cold. No comfort whatsoever could be sensed. She was paralyzed with fear as he spoke.
"I…I'm alright. How have you been?" she managed to stutter out. He leaned back in the large chair he was seated in.
"I'm doing well…very well." He said. She saw his new clothing. A black coat with gold trim and a golden chain holding it somewhat closed was worn over a black suit with a black button-down shirt and tie. "I've been traveling a lot lately and I'm only going to be here until the end of the week."
"Modeling work?" she asked, wondering why he'd be traveling so much.
"No, I got bored with modeling and broke into corporate world. The money is much better now anyway." He said as he rested his cheek on a balled up fist supported by an elbow on the arm of the chair. The hair that hid half of his face fell out of the way, revealing more of his pale skin.
"Good for you I suppose." She said nervously as she pulled her feet up onto the couch and sat with her legs crossed. He grinned.
"Well, since I'll only be here for another day or two, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me out to dinner tonight." His speech had grown more articulate and eloquent. She wasn't used to this. In the background, he could recognize two men in the similar outfit standing on either side of a door that reached to the ceiling.
"I'm not sure. Its pretty short notice for me and I don't know." She said nervously as she scratched the back of her neck. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned forward with his forearms resting on what looked like a desk.
"Just dinner tonight before I leave. Who knows when we'll see each other again? I've already booked a table at a wonderful restaurant in the city." He said trying to play the guilt card. It worked.
"Alright, I'll go so we can catch up." she sighed nervously as Spike and Jet walked in. from the door, you could get a clear shot at the screen. Spike glanced over at the screen and just about dropped the bottles he was carrying. He stopped dead and stared at the screen.
"Wonderful. Wear your most elegant dress and a ride will be waiting outside for you at 7 PM tonight." He said as he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands neatly on his lap. She shot him a curious glance, wondering how fancy was the restaurant.
"Alright. See you then." She said almost depressingly. Her eyes sank to the floor.
"See you tonight, dear." He said as he closed the link. Alex's eyes shot up to the screen but before she could say anything, the screen was blank. She could feel tears welling in her eyes, but quickly wiped them away as she stood. Spike was still stopped dead, half frightened of what he saw. Without wandering eyes, Alex walked into her and Spike's bedroom and started to collect money. She reached for her envelope of cash stored in the top drawer of the bedside table and as she did, she looked at the framed picture of her and Spike dressed as old time cowboys…well, she was dressed as a saloon girl and he was the cowboy. How he held her close in the picture and how they looked at each other. She remembered the day they took that picture was one of the best she had ever lived through. With a lone tear streaking down her cheek, she pulled out the entire envelope of cash, folded it up, and pocketed it. She pulled on her black trench coat and walked out of the room. Spike was already waiting for her, sitting on the end of the couch closest to their door with his arms folded across his chest.
"What was that all about?" he asked not even lifting his eyes from the ground with a questionable tone of voice.
"Spike, I…" she began before she was cut off.
"WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?" he screamed at her as he swiveled on the couch to face her. He was angry, she could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. She started to cry. Jet was watching from the kitchen and wanted to intervene, but didn't know how to. Without looking up, she spoke again.
"Spike, it's nothing for you to worry about," she said as tears streamed down her face and fell to the floor, "it's something I have to deal with. My past that's catching up with me." she said. He jumped to his feet and in a rage; he grabbed each one of her wrists. She winced in pain as he squeezed them tight.
"What are you doing with him? TELL ME THE TRUTH!" He yelled again.
"You're hurting me!" she cried as she looked with her teary eyes in to his enraged soul. He suddenly realized what he was doing and slowly loosened his grip. He seemed as if his spirit had been broken. She pulled her wrists back, away from his grasp and backed away from him. With a saddened expression growing on his face, he slowly sat back down on the couch. She quickly ran to the doorway in a flood of tears and stopped to look at him. He was staring at the palms of his shaky hands and breathing heavy. She looked to Jet who was walking over to her. She cried and ran to him only to be wrapped in his comforting arms. She cried into his jumpsuit as he rubbed her back.
"Alex, he needs some time to calm down. Try and stay out of his way for the rest of the night." He said softly as he let her go. She looked up at him and nodded. Taking one last look at a truly and utterly distraught Spike, she walked out and left the ship. As she stepped onto the dock, she felt her eyes tear up again. The anger she saw in his eyes followed by what seemed like a mental shock scared her. Why did he act like that? She had told him that she and Blade knew each other, but…but he didn't know what Blade looked like! He must've thought he was Vicious! Thinking the situation through Alex became upset to the point she collapsed to the wooden planks in a flood of tears.