Hey, I'm back and ready to start on my story again. I know it's been a while but I finally came back. I would also like to thank one of my readers in particular for thinking so highly of my writing and praising me for it. I felt I owe you and my other readers another chapter. So here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

The room was dark like it always was, this is how she preferred it. She had accepted the darkness in her heart, so because of this she chose to live in darkness also. She knew where everything in the room was, so she did not need the light to see. She stood in front of the closet contemplating for a minute before she began to look through it. Finding the huge black bag she was looking for, she struggled to pull it out, but with a hard yank the bag came out and she dragged it into the middle of the room.

"Shit, what the hell do I have in here?" She asked out loud to herself.

She picked up the bag and tossed it on to the bed. Opening it up she pulled out black leather fingerless gloves and put them on, she looked down at her well manicured dark purple nails before rummaging through the big, black duffle bag. She began to pull out several handguns of all sizes. Looking them over and making sure they were loaded she laid them out on the bed. She then walked over to the closet again and pulled out a metal suitcase and began to pack the guns she had laid out in it. She also added in a couple of grenades before she closed it and set it near the door. Going back in the bag she pulled out several different sized hand knives and placed them around concealed parts of her body. Going in the bag one last time she pulled out a small suitcase and opened it, it revealed two beautifully, crafted, silver handguns and a plain white card. Opening the card she read over…

- thought this might come in handy one day-

- Alice-

She hadn't opened it since it was delivered to her, but she already had a pretty good idea of what it was.

Well there's her ship" He said looking over at a gray ship, with a circular cockpit.

Then he looked over at the plain building behind it. It wasn't as shaggy and abandoned like the other places around it. It was plain and easy to pick out just for that simple reason. He then looked over to the side and noticed a sleek black motor cycle that seemed out of place in the dingy neighborhood. Walking over to the bike he studied it for a minute taking in the beauty of the bike.

"She definitely has a good taste in bikes." He spoke to himself again.

Turning away from the bike, he headed toward the stairs and stopped in front of a door. Inhaling he brought his hand up and knocked on the door.

The sound of a knock made her quickly turn to the door.

"Who the hell is it?" She yelled at the person on the other side of the door.

He smirked a little at the irritated tone of her voice.

"I see your people skills still have the same charming quality to it." He said with humor.

She froze instantly at the sound of his voice. She knew he was reckless, but she didn't think he was actually reckless enough to seek her out a second time.

"Hey aren't you going to invite an old friend in?" His voice still humorous.

"Did I remember to lock the door?" she asked herself, before she turned to look at the door knob that was currently being twisted by the person on the other side of the door.

"He looked down at the door knob before trying it.

"She forgot to lock it." He smirked to himself. Pushing the door opened a little he peeked his head in the dark room. Looking around he saw the outline of furniture that the moon from outside was illuminating. Then he saw the figure who was sitting on the edge of the bed. The person was looking down at there lap.

"Nice bike you have downstairs. I think it suits you." He stated entering the room.

"Don't you'll be leaving in a minute." Her voice broke in the dark room, stopping him from closing the door.

"If I leave here alive, right?" instead of closing it he left it partially open and chose to lean against the wall near the door. Feeling something against his leg he looked down at the briefcase she had placed against the wall before he had come in. She sat there in silence and didn't respond instead she lifted her head up and stared straight at the wall in front of her. He also noticed the open suitcase that was set behind her and notice the two guns and the card inside. He also notice the duffle bag on the other side of her.

"Hey Faye…' He was cut short. Feeling a sting on his right cheek he brought his hand up to it, before looking at it and noticing blood on his finger tips. Reaching over at the wall near the right of his head he pulled out the Knife that was embedded it the wall.

He had only noticed when she moved her hand, but had not noticed what she had grabbed. He looked over and noticed her arm was still in mid air and was bringing it slowly back down to her side, but her head had never moved. She still sat looking at the wall.

"I told you, you have no right to say my name." She said her voice bitter.

"Be careful, you might kill someone throwing sharp objects around without looking." He said with a smirk on his lips.

"How can I kill someone who's already dead?" She asked in a low chuckle.

"Well you can't unless the really never died, but just disappeared." he looked down at the sleek knife still in his hand. She didn't say anything she just sat there looking toward the wall.

"I'm sorry about Alex." He said his voice low. If her body could tense anymore then it did when he had walked in, hearing her sister's name took it to a whole other level of stiffness.

"Don't" She warned. "You're dead, you died months ago. You died. Your not in my room, your not talking to me, your dead." She said, her voice trying to convince herself.

"Faye, I'm here in this room talking to you." He said his voice concerned as he moved away form the wall he was leaning on.

"Don't say my name!" She yelled. " The dead don't talk!"

He walked over and stood in front of her, but she never looked up. Crouching down in front of her he searched for her eyes but they just looked the other way.

"Fa…" He was about to begin. "Why won't you look at me?" He asked. He didn't want to touch her, not yet.

"I'm right here, just look at me." He asked her.

"Your not there." She answered. Her eyes still averted to the other side of the wall.

"Just look at me." He said again, his voice soft.

"I can't." She said angrily.

"Why?" He asked. His voice still the same.

"Because if I look at you… I'll know your alive." She said looking down at her hands.

"You say it like if it's a bad thing." He smirked.

"You died months ago, and it took me a while to convince myself that you where never coming back, that you were dead. But I accepted it." She said her voice still angry.

Bringing his hand up to her chin he lifted her head slowly up, but her eyes still avoided his.

"Look at me." He asked one last time.

Slowing moving her eyes from the wall, to his wrist, his arm, his neck, his lips, his nose, Even the cut she had given him which had stopped bleeding and was now just a red line across his cheek. Then finally she met his two-toned eyes. He also met her eyes and noticed some thing different about them.

"Familiar aren't they?" She asked her tone amused.

He had seen her eyes before, on someone else, on himself. That one eye that always remained in the past, the one that refused to move on. Her Jade eyes were worn and deluded. There was no sparkle in them, there was nothing but emptiness

She smirked at his surprised expression even though he had shown it for just a minute, she had still caught it.

"Weren't you the one who told me to live life in the present?" He asked dropping the hand that was holding her face.

"What's wrong? Scared to look into my soul, Ghost?" Faye asked with a smirk as she moved closer to his face.

"And you? Aren't you scarred to look into it?" Spike asked getting up from the floor.

"I'm living it I embraced it.." She answered looking up at him with a smile.

"It's a shame to, you had nice eyes." He smirked toward her before heading toward the door. "By the way, since I'm technically alive to you again, you can call me Spike." He said behind him as he closed the door and left.

She sat there her body relaxed once more, and looking toward the plain white wall where her ghost, her Spike once stood.

He knew the minute her eyes met his, and he accepted it by the time he walked out the door. Her eyes no longer held that sparkle in them. Dulled by the tears, even her face seemed worn. Faye had nothing left to cry, nothing left to give.

Hoped you enjoyed it and I do plan to write another. So keep a look out as the story goes deeper and things get out of control.