A. Note! I was thinkinig about doing a sequel to this. This time it would be more Freya-Vicious. And a whole story play out between Spike, Faye, and Julia. I hope the sequel won't be like crap... Ok so considers this an epilogue... a... flashback epilogue.


Waiting…

There he stood on the corner, at the entrance to the German café. The tall suave, pale haired male leaned against the green doorpost, smoking a cigarette. The white scarf hung around his neck, the two sides resting loosely, but perfectly on his fly black suit. His silvery-white short chin length hair blew in the breeze, complementing his cool demeanor but dangerous edge. His eyes were closed, reveling in the sounds of the city and the silence of the café. He waited. He never once opened his eyes because nothing posed as a threat as it passed by.

Mistake. The day he sat up in the bed, brushed his hair out of his face, he wondered. What did he just do that for? It was worst than he thought; just satisfying, never overwhelming. With her…a likely mistake. Yes. A horrid mistake but he knew he'd never take it back. Not because he couldn't, but the simple fact that he wouldn't. He glanced across the room by chance and saw the mossy haired male. Brown eyes glaring into steel-lavender. Vicious could see a distinct shadow in the mud pool for eyes... A reflection of a female on the windowsil. Spike sat gun in hand, was what he had, and a single bouquet of roses in the next. The naked female stirred and the tall mossy haired man walked out. Steel-lavender was left staring at the blank doorway and then to a blank windowsil as well.

Realization. Spike Spiegel. The beast that lost its fangs. When the pale haired male dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, he saw a shiny black high heeled boot. Vicious sighs heavily as he shifted his gaze upward. Steel-lavender met brown and there stood Julia. Realization slapped Vicious like a shot to the back. Betrayal-Vicious would never be satisfied because he couldn't understand what Spike felt. What Spike knew…? Love, the thing we most regret. And yet Vicious couldn't feel that for Julia. Disgust. Yes, that was it.

Vicious batted away Julia's hand as she reached up to touch him. How dare she act so commonly friendly! Did Julia not know she was just an experiment, not every man chose to fawn over her person. Did she not know that he was not waiting for her!

Julia smirked, "Didn't realize I was so special…" Silence.

"Alright then, since you have a loss for words, I guess I shall compliment on the suit."

"Julia, do your best not to piss me off, besides your job is done. Go report back to Van." Vicious was cold…almost growling.

"Oh Van can wait."

"I'm sure he can't, I heard he can get very cranky without his afternoon screw. He's waiting…"

Julia's eyes narrowed, "Come now Vicious, I'm not that type of woman! You of all should know that."

"I wouldn't know much, Julia. If a woman loves a man, I don't believe she'd sleep with his best friend and act as though it was the norm." Vicious sucked in the air and let it out.

Truth.

"You two don't seem like much of best friends to me. Been spacing yourselves lately. And I haven't received the bouquet of roses he promised. You know anything about that?" Julia watched him from the corner of her eye.

"You know about it already. Spike's no dumb ass. Get out my wench, you aren't made of glass."

TRUTH.

She could see right at him and knew automatically what…or whom he searched for. It angered her. "Don't act as though I am to fully blame. Always remember it takes two to tango!"

Vicious knew she was right. He hadn't a clue what Julia's incentive was for sleeping with him. "But in our case it wasn't a tango…was it..?" however he did realize that Julia had no idea he meant nothing by it. "Besides the entire concept of our rendezvous is what is going to make Spike break. No matter how much blame is shifted, it still depends on who gets hit harder. Can't have your cake and eat it too." He finished and Julia huffed.

Possibility…

"Fuck it Vicious. Stop searching! She's never coming back! Gone! No matter how you search and wait here she will not still be here to see it. Gone!"

GONE…

Vicious' gaze landed on a coco female stepping lively out of the café. Large dark stylish sunglasses covering her eyes, silver hair and a haughty demeanor. Nothing like his woman. However familiarity struck as the cab was flagged down… that… perfume… the last bit of something real… those…silver bangles… Everything like his woman. As Vicious made his first move, the light changed and the cab drove off. The female in the cab looked back and the sunglasses were removed. Violet eyes met his, but the cab was already gone.

"Yeah, Julia, gone. Now moving farther as we speak… She seemed to be the only one smart enough to leave before shit hit the fan and everyone got struck with it…Gone…"

-8-

Vicious woke up and rubbed his tired eyes. He had that dream again. It was always the same dream coming in the form of memory. Why was it always the same? Vicious growled at himself, frustrated at his sore sleep deprived body. Rolling over onto his stomach he reached for his vid-phone and checked the time. 2:42 am. Damn it! You mean i only got two hours of sleep! He hated this instance. Ever since Julia came back into their lives this dream just kept plaguing him over and over. What did it mean? What does it mean? That dream that Julia would step in the way of what he wanted.But what did he want? Really want?

Vicious reached for his second phone. He scrolled down and pressed call. Ring...Ring...Ring...

"Salut! Fils la biche (son of a bitch), you'd better 'ave a damn good reason for calling my house so late!"

"Freya..."

"Hello? Speak up, if you have something impor-!"

"FREYA! It's me, Vicious."

"Damn, you sound 'orrible." Freya's accent was thick with french. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, just to see how you were doing."

Freya growled. "You saw me three weeks ago."

"That's a long time..." Vicious said.

"What is it you really want?" she whispered.

"You." Vicious waited as the other end of the phone grew quiet for a moment. he thought she had fallen asleep on him, after all it wouldn't be the first time. "Ever had a reoccuring dream. Like a deja vous except the only difference was that you couldn't understand the concept of it." There was a blank.

"I'm sorry Vicious but i have to go. Belliah is sick. I'll call you back."

"There's no need." Vicious hung up the phone. At least she was alright for now. For Now...

-8-

Spike blew out the smoke from his cigarette. Across the way he could see Faye sitting in the restuarant window. She wa eating but not drinking. So it was true... She hadn't lied. Faye wouldn't pass up the slcohol if it killed her. Spike stretched on the plaza bench. He had caught sight of the female earlier that day in the shopping district and couldn't pass up the chance to see how she was doing. So far Spike had been able to tail her without her knowing. He began to wonder if that was such a good thing after all.

Spike leaned forward in his seat and put his cigarette back in his mouth.A cold wind blows sending a series of shocks through his body. Julia sat at the table in the restuarant eating the salad. across from her sat a paled haired male with glasses. Spike shot up. What the hell just happened there? Rubbing his eyes he looks back. It's just Faye sitting at the table with Ritchie. Spike checks the time 2:42 am. Never had he been so confused in his life as to which was Julia and which was Faye. Maybe it was just nerves. He did just about hit is 72 hour isomniac mark.Though, this wasn't the first time it had happened in the past three days. It was like hissubconcious was warning him about something. Sometime there would be deja vous' that his mind seemed to have made up. Apparitions that he didn't want to have to dream about. However, now they chose to catch him in the blink of an eye.