He rocked her back and forth and hummed into her ear the song that Julia was singing when he met her for the first time. Jet was happy for the both of them as he sat and watched. He glanced up at the clock and realized it was just about seven.
"Alex, it's seven o' clock. Your ride's probably here." he said as he interrupted the happy couple. She pried Spike's arms off of her and then turned to look at him.
"Time for me to go." She said as she kissed him lovingly on the lips. His eyes were glazed over in ecstasy as the steady sweet scent of roses wafted off of her.
"I'll walk you to the ride." He said as she turned to walk away but he wrapped his arm around her waist and walked in time with her. She rested her head on his shoulder as they went out into the hall.
"Alex!" Jet called. She looked over at him. "Be careful, please." He sighed with a smile.
"I will Jet, don't worry about me." she said reassuringly. Spike continued to escort her out to the door of the ship. Her heels clicked on the metal floor in sync with his heavy footsteps.
"I can't believe how beautiful you look tonight." He said happily.
"As opposed to…" she asked suspiciously.
"Oh, no, you're beautiful all the time hun, but tonight you're just…wow." He said as they reached the door. it opened and they stepped out.
"Oh, I…" she trailed off as she caught sight of the black stretch limo at the end of the docks, parked with two chauffeurs waiting by the door. There were two flags at the front of the limo, hung on thin poles. They were black and red, but Alex couldn't make out the design. Spike stopped dead.
"Alex, be careful tonight." He said as he let her go, not going any further. She looked at him.
"I will. I love you, Spike." She said kissing his lips quickly.
"And I love you too." He said as he started walking backwards. Why was he acting like this? She watched as he kept his eye on the limo and then went back into the ship. With a shrug of her shoulders, Alex walked towards the elegant black automobile. The two men bowed as she approached. One was slightly taller than the other and they seemed to have the same build. The one on her left had medium length blond hair that was cut evenly just above his ears. On her right, the man had long curly black hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. They both wore sunglasses and the same coat Blade was wearing when she spoke with him this afternoon.
"Good evening miss, we were sent by Blade to pick you up and escort you to dinner." The blond one said with a slight smile. The black haired man opened the door and motioned for her to get in.
"Oh, well thank you." She said as she stepped towards the open door. The blond haired man extended his hand to help her in. With a moment of thought, she took it and slid into the limousine. The interior was all leather and wood and lighted with a mini bar, television, and phone. She moved in further and sat in the middle of the seat. She heard the men chuckling briefly from outside before they climbed in themselves and took the seat across from her. They closed the door behind them and the car started to move. Alex was amazed with the extravagance of the car. What did Blade get involved in to have this kind of money? "Um, excuse me, but who are you and what's with the limo?" she asked as she tried to get the attention of the two escorts.
"My name is Asriel and my partner here is Horace. We are Blade's two best men." The blond said as he removed his sunglasses. Green eyes shone back as Horace removed his.
"Yes, he entrusts us with everything. This limousine is his personal and private transport for short distances and used by him and him alone. You must be very close to him for him to send this to pick you up." he said with a grin.
"Even Blade's top clients never ride in this car." Asriel informed. Clients? Best men? What kind of business was he in anyway?
"What does Blade do? He never told me exactly what type of business he was involved in." she said expressing confusion and a hint of fear. She was going into this situation blind. The both of them chuckled simultaneously. "What?"
"Lady, you are in for a surprise." Asriel grinned.
Back at the ship, Spike had gotten back in and closed the door behind him and was on his way back to the living area, racking his brain with how's and why's. Jet had to know. After all, Spike remembered how he wouldn't tell him everything about Blade. What was the deal with the Red Dragon insignias on the flags of the limo and the Red Dragon members waiting with it? Spike's step quickened as he entered the living area and headed straight for the kitchen where Jet had already begun to eat. He walked in and sat at the table, in front of a dish of Jet's bell peppers and beef.
"Did you see her off?" he asked as he ate another forkful.
"Not really." He grumbled. Jet picked up Spike's uneasy anger. He shoved another forkful into his mouth anyway.
"What do you mean by not really?" he asked trying to be careful of his tone. Spike sighed irritably as he stabbed a piece of meat with his fork.
"Well, let's just say that if I would've walked up to the huge black limousine with the two chauffeurs, I would probably have been shot and killed." He muttered. He played with his food on the dish.
"Now why would something like that happen?" Jet chuckled. Spike was fed up with this. He slammed both of his clenched fists on the table and produced a thunderous bang.
"Because not only were the two chauffeurs wearing Red Dragon coats, THE FLAGS ON THE LIMO BORE THE RED DRAGON INSIGNIA!!!" he screamed as he shot to his feet. Jet dropped his fork from his hand and it clattered to the table that now had a thin crack running through it from Spike slamming his fists on it. "Now tell me Jet, WHY IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE RIDING OFF IN A RED DRAGON LIMOUSINE?"
"I…I can't tell you. You'll take off and do something stupid!" Jet shot back as he stood and took his dish and fork to the sink, tossing it in to be washed later. When he turned around, he was greeted with Spike's gun barrel against his forehead, right between his eyes. He looked emotionless as he held the gun steadily to his face. Like a true killer, he showed no emotion when threatening someone's life, but Jet knew he was angry.
"Jet, so help me god if you don't start talking…" Spike trailed off through gritted teeth.
"I won't tell you Spike." He said. Spike pushed the gun further into his forehead, forcing Jet to bend backwards into the sink.
"Don't start with me Jet," he said as he cocked the gun, "you know I'll do it."
"No, I promised her I wouldn't tell you." He said angrily. Spike pulled the gun off his forehead and pointed at his foot as he pulled the trigger. The bullet missed him by a fraction of an inch.
"Jet, her safety is in jeopardy and I don't want to bury her anytime soon." He said as he cocked the gun again and pressed it to Jet's forehead yet again. With a moment of thought, Jet thought about the situation.
"Fine! But it's only because I don't want to see her hurt either!" he said pushing the gun off of his forehead and crossing his arms. "You're going to want to sit down for this, believe me." Spike grabbed a chair and whipped it around. He took a seat and looked up at Jet, still angry for having to threaten his life to get information.
"Spit it out Jet." He urged as he lit up a cigarette. He took a deep breath and spoke.
"Spike, Alex's friend Blade is really Vicious' son." Spike's face turned white and the cigarette fell to the floor, he could feel his heart skipping beats.
"Alex, it's seven o' clock. Your ride's probably here." he said as he interrupted the happy couple. She pried Spike's arms off of her and then turned to look at him.
"Time for me to go." She said as she kissed him lovingly on the lips. His eyes were glazed over in ecstasy as the steady sweet scent of roses wafted off of her.
"I'll walk you to the ride." He said as she turned to walk away but he wrapped his arm around her waist and walked in time with her. She rested her head on his shoulder as they went out into the hall.
"Alex!" Jet called. She looked over at him. "Be careful, please." He sighed with a smile.
"I will Jet, don't worry about me." she said reassuringly. Spike continued to escort her out to the door of the ship. Her heels clicked on the metal floor in sync with his heavy footsteps.
"I can't believe how beautiful you look tonight." He said happily.
"As opposed to…" she asked suspiciously.
"Oh, no, you're beautiful all the time hun, but tonight you're just…wow." He said as they reached the door. it opened and they stepped out.
"Oh, I…" she trailed off as she caught sight of the black stretch limo at the end of the docks, parked with two chauffeurs waiting by the door. There were two flags at the front of the limo, hung on thin poles. They were black and red, but Alex couldn't make out the design. Spike stopped dead.
"Alex, be careful tonight." He said as he let her go, not going any further. She looked at him.
"I will. I love you, Spike." She said kissing his lips quickly.
"And I love you too." He said as he started walking backwards. Why was he acting like this? She watched as he kept his eye on the limo and then went back into the ship. With a shrug of her shoulders, Alex walked towards the elegant black automobile. The two men bowed as she approached. One was slightly taller than the other and they seemed to have the same build. The one on her left had medium length blond hair that was cut evenly just above his ears. On her right, the man had long curly black hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. They both wore sunglasses and the same coat Blade was wearing when she spoke with him this afternoon.
"Good evening miss, we were sent by Blade to pick you up and escort you to dinner." The blond one said with a slight smile. The black haired man opened the door and motioned for her to get in.
"Oh, well thank you." She said as she stepped towards the open door. The blond haired man extended his hand to help her in. With a moment of thought, she took it and slid into the limousine. The interior was all leather and wood and lighted with a mini bar, television, and phone. She moved in further and sat in the middle of the seat. She heard the men chuckling briefly from outside before they climbed in themselves and took the seat across from her. They closed the door behind them and the car started to move. Alex was amazed with the extravagance of the car. What did Blade get involved in to have this kind of money? "Um, excuse me, but who are you and what's with the limo?" she asked as she tried to get the attention of the two escorts.
"My name is Asriel and my partner here is Horace. We are Blade's two best men." The blond said as he removed his sunglasses. Green eyes shone back as Horace removed his.
"Yes, he entrusts us with everything. This limousine is his personal and private transport for short distances and used by him and him alone. You must be very close to him for him to send this to pick you up." he said with a grin.
"Even Blade's top clients never ride in this car." Asriel informed. Clients? Best men? What kind of business was he in anyway?
"What does Blade do? He never told me exactly what type of business he was involved in." she said expressing confusion and a hint of fear. She was going into this situation blind. The both of them chuckled simultaneously. "What?"
"Lady, you are in for a surprise." Asriel grinned.
Back at the ship, Spike had gotten back in and closed the door behind him and was on his way back to the living area, racking his brain with how's and why's. Jet had to know. After all, Spike remembered how he wouldn't tell him everything about Blade. What was the deal with the Red Dragon insignias on the flags of the limo and the Red Dragon members waiting with it? Spike's step quickened as he entered the living area and headed straight for the kitchen where Jet had already begun to eat. He walked in and sat at the table, in front of a dish of Jet's bell peppers and beef.
"Did you see her off?" he asked as he ate another forkful.
"Not really." He grumbled. Jet picked up Spike's uneasy anger. He shoved another forkful into his mouth anyway.
"What do you mean by not really?" he asked trying to be careful of his tone. Spike sighed irritably as he stabbed a piece of meat with his fork.
"Well, let's just say that if I would've walked up to the huge black limousine with the two chauffeurs, I would probably have been shot and killed." He muttered. He played with his food on the dish.
"Now why would something like that happen?" Jet chuckled. Spike was fed up with this. He slammed both of his clenched fists on the table and produced a thunderous bang.
"Because not only were the two chauffeurs wearing Red Dragon coats, THE FLAGS ON THE LIMO BORE THE RED DRAGON INSIGNIA!!!" he screamed as he shot to his feet. Jet dropped his fork from his hand and it clattered to the table that now had a thin crack running through it from Spike slamming his fists on it. "Now tell me Jet, WHY IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE RIDING OFF IN A RED DRAGON LIMOUSINE?"
"I…I can't tell you. You'll take off and do something stupid!" Jet shot back as he stood and took his dish and fork to the sink, tossing it in to be washed later. When he turned around, he was greeted with Spike's gun barrel against his forehead, right between his eyes. He looked emotionless as he held the gun steadily to his face. Like a true killer, he showed no emotion when threatening someone's life, but Jet knew he was angry.
"Jet, so help me god if you don't start talking…" Spike trailed off through gritted teeth.
"I won't tell you Spike." He said. Spike pushed the gun further into his forehead, forcing Jet to bend backwards into the sink.
"Don't start with me Jet," he said as he cocked the gun, "you know I'll do it."
"No, I promised her I wouldn't tell you." He said angrily. Spike pulled the gun off his forehead and pointed at his foot as he pulled the trigger. The bullet missed him by a fraction of an inch.
"Jet, her safety is in jeopardy and I don't want to bury her anytime soon." He said as he cocked the gun again and pressed it to Jet's forehead yet again. With a moment of thought, Jet thought about the situation.
"Fine! But it's only because I don't want to see her hurt either!" he said pushing the gun off of his forehead and crossing his arms. "You're going to want to sit down for this, believe me." Spike grabbed a chair and whipped it around. He took a seat and looked up at Jet, still angry for having to threaten his life to get information.
"Spit it out Jet." He urged as he lit up a cigarette. He took a deep breath and spoke.
"Spike, Alex's friend Blade is really Vicious' son." Spike's face turned white and the cigarette fell to the floor, he could feel his heart skipping beats.