Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Bebop High ❯ Chapter Eight revised ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Setryochi 
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.13.2003 | Updated On: 07.21.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.13.2003 | Updated On: 07.21.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
Bebop High
By: Setryochi
* * *
Spike, Faye, and Ed had left the beach and they were on their way home now. The car was quiet, mostly because Ed had fallen asleep on the back seat. Usually she was so hyper because she sat inside and played on her computer, but today after playing on the beach with all of the other kids she must have tired herself out. Faye leaned against the window watching everything pass them by. Spike drove quietly glancing at Faye every one in a while.
Faye smiled slightly thinking back to the day’s events. After Spike had asked her about her family things had become quiet for some time. But the day got better when Spike lightened the mood by forcing Faye to play a game of tag. It didn’t start out that way though. He made a comment about her bathing suit again and she got angry, then started a game of cat and mouse. (Faye put her shirt on before doing this.) When Faye finally caught up to Spike she slapped him in the back of the head and yelled, “Tag! You’re it!” Giggling she ran off in the opposite direction. Spike caught on and chased her down. Of course, people get tired and have to rest. So after taking turns chasing each other it was Spike’s turn to chase Faye, he ran after her and when he finally reached her, he was so tired that when he grabbed her he tripped, she tripped, and they fell with each other. Spike being Spike he wrapped his arms around Faye and turned them while falling just to keep her from falling on the hot sand. And just because he’s Spike, he had to say something afterwards.
“Geez Faye, you’re such a klutz.” He dusted himself off.
Faye looked up at him as he stood up, “What do you me I’M the klutz?! You tripped and fell on me!”
“Hey, I saved you.” He smirked. Although he had saved her, he had practically caused this to happen.
Faye growled and stomped back over to their stuff. She opened the cooler and pulled out a sandwich. Sitting down she chewed bitterly until the mood lightened again.
Spike pondered the events of the day. He had to admit he had fun. There was a little bit of tension, but other than that everything was fine. He loved torturing Faye. It brought a smile to his face just thinking about how she gets red in the face and almost explodes right there.
* *
Spike had dropped Faye and Ed off at their home and decided he’d go see Julia before he went home. He smiled to himself a little, he had some hope with what Faye had said, but he frowned knowing that hoping was just hoping.
Pulling into the drive way Spike noticed her parent’s cars where there. He parked the car and stepped out. Making his way to the door he rang the door bell. Julia’s mother answered the door, “Yes?” She looked at him with disgust.
“Is Julia able to come to the door?” He asked.
“No, would you like to come in and see her?” Her voice dripped like acid through a weak material.
Spike nodded, “How is she?”
Her mother didn’t answer, she just led Spike to a back room in the house and left him to go in alone. Julia was in the downstairs bedroom because she had trouble getting to her room up stairs. She was laying in bed and seemed sickly because the baby was due very soon; the pregnancy was making her tired and weak.
Spike tapped on the door, “Julia?” He asked through the door.
“Come in,” came a muffled reply from the other side.
Spike opened the door slowly to see Julia lying in bed, a tired look upon her face. He watched as her eyes lit up slightly at the sight of him. He stepped closer and sat in a chair that was near the bed.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a tired, weak voice.
“I wanted to ask you about something.” He said studying her.
“What was it?” She seemed distant.
“How did Vicious.”
She cut him off, “The same way any human does it.” her tired voice carried a sarcastic tone.
“But, did you want it?” He asked partially shocked by her last answer.
She took her time and turned over carefully to face the wall. When she was situated she answered, “Of course I did. What did you expect, Spike?”
Spike didn’t speak. He was let down again, he felt so broken. How could this have happened? Slowly he asked, “Why?”
“I was tired, our relationship was nice. It was, but it was too nice. I needed more.” she paused, “And I got to know him, he’s not the bad guy everybody makes him out to be.”
“Has he been here to see you?” Spike stared at his hands that lay balled up into fists on his lap.
“No, but I know he’ll come to see me.”
“Do you really think he cares? Do you know who he was with two weeks ago? Do you have any idea what he tried to do?!” Spike took deep breathes trying desperately to not turn the entire room upside down.
“Does it matter what he’s done?”
“Yes! Yes it does! He should be in jail right now! And do you know what for?” He almost yelled. “For attempted rape, Julia! He’s sick in the head. And if you think he really cares about you than as far as I’m concerned you’re just as sick. You both need help.” Before he received any kind of reply from her he walked out of the room. He brushed passed her mother and left the house in a dizzy rage. Any hope he had was all gone and he now felt sick to his stomach. Getting in his car he started it up and pealed out of the drive way.
* *
Faye smiled to herself as she brushed her hair in front of her mirror. She had a life now, it wasn’t the greatest, but it was a life she could live with. She had friends, a family, and she wasn’t doing that bad in school. What more could she ask for? Faye smiled wryly, ‘A past maybe?’ she thought to herself. She looked at the reflection in the mirror to see Ed sleeping halfway off the bed. Her head rested on the floor while her legs and butt were on the bed practically in the air as she snored and slept as if nothing was wrong. Faye shook her head and went back to brushing her hair.
* *
Spike turned the wheel sharply and the tires squealed as he pulled into his driveway. He gritted his teeth as he put it in park and turned it off. Spike pulled the keys out of the ignition and sat back in the seat hitting the back of his head on the cushion. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Taking another deep breath he took his seat belt off and opened the door, he stood up and as calmly as he could he made his way inside and up to his room. Along the way he stopped in the kitchen and took out some leftovers, a few twinkies, and a two liter of Mountain Dew. He walked into his room and set everything down on the small table next to his bed. He didn’t bother turning a light on. He grabbed the remote to the TV and the VCR and put in an old Bruce Lee movie. For the rest of the night until early in the morning he’d watch these movies and eat junk food.
* *
Faye turned over in bed, it was morning now and she hadn’t slept much. Frowning she sat up tiredly, today seemed like it would be one of those days you just wanted to end but no matter how much you tried to make the time go by, it just dragged to torture you. Getting up she decided to get dressed, maybe she’d call Spike and see how he was doing. She could tell he was hurting, even if he hid it well she knew that nobody could go through something like that and get away without any pain or scars. That’s one of the reasons she had wanted to go to the beach, she figured if he got out and did something, he might not think about it as much.
It was 10:30 a.m. and Faye was dressed. She picked up the phone and dialed Spike’s number. She smiled, she remembered the number without having to write it down. The phone rang and rang but nobody answered. It was Sunday, Spike had to be home, where would he possibly go on a Sunday morning? He certainly wouldn’t be at church, he was the last person she would expect to see in a church. She hung the phone up and picked it back up dialing the number again.
“C’mon Spike… Pick up…”
Click.
“Hello?”
Faye blinked, it was Spike but she could barely tell. She smiled, “You sound like you didn’t sleep at all and all you did was glue yourself to the TV and eat junk.”
Spike coughed, “I had some leftovers too, those aren’t junk food are they?” Even if he was sad he still had that special sarcastic service only he could offer.
Faye sucked in a small breath, Spike was worrying her and that in it self was worrying her. “Did you want to do anything today?”
“No, I’m just going to stay home. I have to go.” He hung the phone up before she could protest.
Faye frowned and clicked the phone off. She sighed and left the trailer.
* *
Knock, knock, knock!
Faye put her ear up to the door to find out if anyone was coming to open the door. Hearing nobody she knocked again and listened. Still nobody, so she jiggled the door handle to find that it wasn’t locked. Faye turned the knob and opened the door. “Spike?” She called softly.
Faye looked around and decided nobody was home except maybe Spike so she went up the stairs to his room. The door to his room was closed so she knocked softly, “Spike?”
Getting no answer she opened the door and almost had a heart attack. Spike laid on his bed with junk food all over it and a movie going on the TV. He was still wearing the clothes from yesterday and he looked so tired that he might just fall asleep any second.
“Did you go to sleep at all?” she asked in an almost motherly tone that scared even herself.
Spike lulled his head slightly to look at her. “Nope.” He grinned as if he had gone insane.
“You should have, you look like hell.”
“Thanks, I feel like hell.”
Faye stepped closer and swiped some chips off the bed, she sat down next to him. “Why didn’t you sleep?”
“I’m too tired to sleep.” He turned back to his movie. “Look! He’s gunna play stupid now!” He made Faye turn to see the TV. It had been muted so she didn’t know what they were talking about. “OK, now watch, he’s gunna walk past him and the one guys gunna try and hit him in the back but he’s too quick and OOOHHH!” Spike cheered like a drunkard watching a football game. “Did you see that? I love that part!”
Faye’s eyebrow twitched. “Yeah, great. But Spike, I think you should get a shower or something, huh? Maybe some sleep?”
“No, I’m fine.” He went back to watching his movie tiredly.
“Spike? What’s wrong with you?” Faye scooted closer to try and make him understand she was actually worried about him.
He turned his head slowly to her, “You were wrong.”
Faye blinked, “What do you mean?”
“Vicious… She wanted it from him!” he spat.
Faye was taken aback by his out burst, “Wait just one minute! I said MAYBE! I didn’t say that it did happen, I have no idea what goes on with them… or even you!” She shouted back in defense.
Spike grumbled, “She wanted it…” He rolled over and curled up.
Faye softened, “Spike…” She sighed and with a hesitant hand began to gingerly rub his back. “Some people just… I guess its just the way some people are.” She shrugged not knowing what to tell him. She was actually shocked by all of this. Spike, out of everyone should have handled this better, right? Faye thought for a moment, 'Spike always struck me as the kind of guy who wouldn’t care too much about something like this. But on the other hand, he’s just human.' She looked down on him a sad frown on her face. She wondered if she were going too far by just doing this simple action. She worried he might take it wrong, she wondered if maybe even she was taking it wrong. She didn’t know right now. Things at the moment seemed weird.
Spike slowly let his legs stretch out and he relaxed slightly under Faye’s touch. It was slow and soothing and he had to admit that even though he was depressed, he liked it. He even started to think about pretending to be depressed later to have more of it. But then, he didn’t know if he’d just be pretending to be depressed later. He saddened, he shouldn’t be enjoying something like this at a time like this; although it was just petting, he some how felt guilty. But when he thought about it, he shouldn’t feel guilty at all, there was nothing wrong in taking comfort in a friend. Which reminded him, this was Faye who was trying to comfort him. The corner of his mouth twitched as if it wanted to smile with a mind of its own.
‘I feel so bad for him, I think if I had gone through something like this… Well… I shouldn’t think about that. I should try to say something positive to him.’ Faye looked around the room noticing it was a mess. And an idea came to her, why not try it?
“Spike? Do you want to take a shower? I think it’ll make you feel a little better.” She tried to smile, “Sometimes when I feel bad I take a warm shower or bath and it always makes me feel better. It’s like washing away your troubles.”
Spike rolled over and looked up, his lip twitched slightly again when he looked up at her smiling down on him. It was relieving to know someone was there. He some how felt better knowing he didn’t have to be all alone with this problem. So he nodded in agreement and sat up. He didn’t say anything for fear he would show the slightest hint that he wanted to cry. He was still a man after all. So Faye helped to pull him out of bed and he made his way on his own to the bathroom to take a shower. Her advise might work after all…
Faye looked around his room. She raised an eyebrow, “He doesn’t seem very…. How you say… ‘clean’.” She frowned slightly before gathering up the empty bags of junk food from his bed. She’d show him she could be nice, she’d help him through this until he was over Julia. She’d be a good friend. Faye made her way down stairs, she found a trash bag and threw the empty junk food bags in it. Faye hummed quietly as she walked up the stairs with the trash bag, she had never seen so much garbage in one’s room before. Spike had gone all out, Faye thought about it, and she’d really hate to see it if this had happened while there was liquor around. She pushed the thoughts away and opened the door to his room.
Gasp.
Faye stood unable to move in the open door way. Her face turned bright red and the trash bag fell to the floor.
Spike stood facing the opposite wall completely naked while rubbing his hair dry with a towel, he turned around noticing it had gotten slightly drafty. His eyes widened slightly when he seen Faye. But to his surprise she was completely red and when he turn around fully she slammed the door closed followed by a surprised, “ack!”
He looked at the door in confusion and lowered the towel to cover his neather regions. He blushed and grinned sheepishly after thinking about it for a moment. It amused him and he found it rather funny. After that he continued to get dressed. He felt better being able to laugh, even if she didn’t know she was doing it, she really knew how to make him feel better. He frowned, he still didn’t feel completely better, but he was heading towards happiness. Even if it was a long journey.
Faye’s strange behavior had been weird. She found herself kind of liking Spike. Before the event with Julia he was just some ass hole who didn’t seem human. He tried to seem perfect and he always had to be right. He had to win and he had to make sure the other person KNEW they had lost. He was an ass… But some how Faye just had to see his vulnerable side. The side she felt only Julia would know. Faye sometimes felt like slapping the girl and then asking her what she was thinking when she did what she did to a guy who obviously loved her. Not that Faye liked him, liked him or anything. But he was her friend and when she actually did make a friend, she tended to care about them very much.
* *
Spike stood from the couch lazily. He had been sitting on the comfortable sofa drinking a Yoo-hoo while watching some cartoon about a magical girl with moon powers when the doorbell rang. When he had first heard it he debated on whether or not he wanted to get up. But by the second ring of the doorbell he found that the theme of love and peace was unrealistic and sickening, he stood up and reluctantly went to answer the door.
Opening the door, Yoo-hoo in hand, Spike greeted Faye, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
* *
The afternoon was hot and a slight breeze rustled the leaves of trees near by. The sun shown bright and most people wore hats or sunglasses during this time of day. Faye sat hunched over a milkshake at a table outside of a concession stand like restaurant. Her sunglasses covered her eyes and gleamed under the intense stare of the sun. Across from her was Spike who lounged back in his chair one arm hanging carelessly over the back of the seat. He wore no hat or sunglasses to protect against the violent rays, and not because he didn’t want to. But because he hadn’t thought to wear anything of the sort.
Faye had sat quietly with her milkshake dipping the straw in and out while listening to him go on about how his family liked to creep up on him. Occasionally she would sip at the melting milkshake and would comment, before going back to resting her chin lazily on her hand as she listened. “You’re not happy that you’re going to see your cousins?”
“Its not that I’m not happy, I just think they should visit at a better time.” He shrugged.
“Oh, so what you’re saying is, they should check to see if the drama in your life has been taken care of before they can come see you.” She stated smirking when he opened his eyes with a startled look on his face. “That’s not what I’m saying!” he scrambled to get out.
“Oh, then explain.” she stated calmly, her sunglasses glinting as she shifted to sit back in her seat.
Spike was quiet for a moment as he thought carefully on how to explain it without it seeming like she was right. Frowning he started to speak, but closed his mouth before the words came out. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked across the table grumpily, “So?”
Faye laughed out; Spike was cute sometimes in a furry kind of way. She leaned forward and sipped her milkshake, “Cheer up. I’m sure your family is pretty ok, you just have to give them a chance.” The irony of her statement didn’t hit her until after the words had left her mouth.
It was Spike’s turn to smirk. “Speak for yourself.” He chuckled lightly as her cheeks tinted a shade of pink. “Blushing are we?” he teased.
She stood up abruptly knocking her chair back and slamming her fist into the table, “I am not! My cheeks are getting sun burnt!” with that she turned around, “I have to get out of the sun before I burn all over.” she stated and began to walk away not caring that people were staring after her or that she hadn’t picked the chair up.
“Faye! Wait up!” Spike pushed his seat in and picked up the chair she had left on the ground. He jogged up to her and began walking a steady pace with her once he reached her. “What was that all about?” He asked.
She shrugged, “I wasn’t blushing.” she crossed her arms as she walked.
“Ok, I believe you.” He scratched the back of his head and laughed to try and lighten the mood.
She growled hearing him laugh. “So…” she drawled.
“Huh?” he noticed her nervousness.
“I was wondering if you’d come with me to get something,” she said hesitantly.
“Get what from where?” he asked.
“Well, you remember the night of the party?”
He nodded, “yeah.”
“Well, I told my mom I was staying at a friend’s house so I put some clothes in a bag and left. Really I was just going to that party, I guess you knew that, though.”
He stopped walking and hearing his foot steps halt Faye stopped as well.
“I threw it in Vicious’ car and I never got it back.” she said looking to the ground.
Spike’s jaw tightened, “You want me to come with you to get it back? Why did you wait so long though?”
“I had forgotten about it. He called last night and said that I should come get it from his house.” she looked up to meet his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell him to drop it off at your house?”
“I tried to get him to agree to it but he said that if I wanted it back I had to come get it my self.”
Spike nodded, “Sounds like him. Sounds like he’s up to something.” he shrugged, “Well at least you weren’t going to go after it alone.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean!?” She yelled taking her glasses off.
“It means you weren’t going to do something stupid like go there alone.” He stated simply.
She growled, “You don’t think I could take care of myself?”
“Maybe. But I don‘t think that you would be able to fend him off yourself if you went alone.” He shrugged placing his hands in his pockets, “I’m happy you came to me.”
Faye balled her fists up, “I could to fend him off! I’m not as helpless as I look you know! And I don’t want your company any more! I can go alone.” With that she turned and began walking.
Spike sighed, “Faye,” he began walking after her, “C’mon, I’m sure you can fend him off on your own. Don’t be that way,” He grasped her wrist.
She turned to look at him. “Lemme go,” she pulled her wrist making him tighten his hold, “I said let me go!”
Spike pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her body trapping her arms at her sides in his embrace. She struggled and tried as hard as she could to get him to let her go but to no avail. His embrace tightened with every effort and she found herself trapped. Slowly she relaxed, “Let me go, please?” she asked not liking the closeness it made her nervous. Faye could smell his cologne and feel the hard softness of his chest. His arms were strong and she didn’t feel endangered, no not at all. But uneasy at the closeness. She couldn’t remember how long ago it was that they were this close, but it had been a while. And at the time of the encounter they hadn’t been the greatest of friends and to say the least, she had hated him.
Spike was surprised; this had felt kind of nice. If she hadn’t been angry and tried to get away from him so violently, the bear hug would have seemed friendly and comforting. She was soft against his tight chest; her breasts were like pillows trapped between them. But it wasn’t only that, her skin was smooth and had a silky feel to it as his arms touched hers. Her scent was delicious as he inhaled it; whether it was perfume or simply her shampoo, he didn’t know. His head sunk so his mouth was near her ear, her scent stronger here.
She gasped as he lowered his head to her ear and shivered as his breath caressed her neck and ear. “How can you expect to be able to stop him from hurting you if you can’t even escape my hold?”
Faye’s eyes widened. He sounded so sincere and concerned for her. She didn’t know what to think of Spike anymore. She saddened; she probably couldn’t fight Vicious and win. But that still didn’t make her like the fact that she needed Spike to help her. She whimpered inaudibly. She prayed that he didn’t hear her; but he was so close, how could he not? She felt Spike’s grip loosen around her and she backed away as much as he allowed her.
“You see then?” he asked quietly letting go of her completely.
Faye looked down and nodded silently. She was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
“So, need a ride?” He asked almost as if the previous moment hadn’t happened.
She nodded, “yeah,” she tried to smile despite the sadness she felt.
* *
The ride to His house was a quiet one. Faye and Spike had both agreed to refer to Vicious as Him. It wasn’t a very long drive either, because for Faye the time had passed so quickly while she was beginning to feel anxiety. Spike parked the car after turning into the driveway of His house. He sighed and looked to Faye, “Would you like me to go with you in?”
She smiled, “It’ll be ok. I don’t think he’ll try anything if you’re waiting out here. Besides, I don’t guess you’d want to have to talk to him.” She grasped the door handle, but before she could open the door Spike’s hand wrapped around her other hand. She looked back to see him looking at her sternly, “I wont let anything happen,” he smiled and she pulled away opening the door and stepping out. She closed the car door and walked the short distance to the house.
Faye knocked hesitantly. The knock was so low she wondered if he’d hear it. But before she could knock louder he opened the door a wicked grin upon his face. “Yes?”
“Give me my bag,” she said with more confidence than she felt.
“It’s upstairs,” he stated. He peaked around her to see Spike glaring daggers at him in his car. “So you brought Spike,” his voice dripped with venom.
Faye crossed her arms waiting for him to retrieve her bag, but when he didn’t she sighed frustrated. “I have to get my bag.”
He stepped aside and allowed her to go in. Knowing Spike was just outside gave her more courage. She brushed passed Vicious and marched up the stairs to his room where she guessed it to be. She opened the door and found her bag lying on his bed. She grumbled and grabbed the bag, turning around she bumped into something. With a yelp she started to fall but caught herself. Opening her eyes she looked to see Vicious standing before her the door behind him closed.
Spike frowned, why did Faye go inside? Couldn’t he have given her the bag? He sighed, and leaned against the window. If Faye didn’t come out soon than he’d go in and make sure she came out.
“I’ve got my bag so I’m leaving now,” she tried to push past him but he held his arm out to stop her.
“Why do you have to leave so soon?” he asked menacingly. “Why don’t you stay? We could have fun, Faye…” he said in a mockingly sad voice.
“Spike’s right out side, Vicious.” She loathed him and it was apparent with every syllable that left her lips.
She was caught off guard when he grabbed her forcing her to stumble as he turned her to pin her to the wall. She grunted as her back and head hit the wall, “let me go!” she yelled. She struggled against his hands, he pinned her wrists to the wall on either side of her head with both of his hands.
He looked down at her a grin upon his face, “Do you think I’d let that get in the way? Do I look like a fool to you?” he asked squeezing her wrists. She winced at the pain, “You don’t strike me as the type to think too hard about something.” She managed a faint smile.
He growled, “He can’t get in if the door’s locked and you can’t get out if you’re here with me.” His smile returned, as she suddenly looked lost. “What’s wrong, Faye?” She didn’t have a chance to answer as his body crushed hers and her lips were captured in a bruising kiss. Her reaction to this was to struggle harder against him. The sad result was something that disgusted her completely. She could feel the heat against her leg, it was repulsive. He broke the kiss and brought her arms up over her head so he could place both her wrists in one of his hands. He grinned looking her in the eyes; he was enjoying this.
She felt stupid… She had seen movies like this, were the idiotic girl sets herself up for this kind of thing. She knew what could happen but refused to listen to the rational thought. Maybe she wanted it to happen. But what human being in their right mind would want such a thing? She shook her head at the thoughts as she felt his hand on her hip.
She looked up at him, “I’m not afraid of you. You wont get away with this.” Ah, a classic line from one of those movies. She cursed herself for saying it. It wasn’t intimidating at all; it just let her attacker know exactly how scared she was. But still, Spike was just outside, and the door to get out of the room was right next to her. She wouldn't let Vicious have the upper hand.
Vicious laughed at her, “He can’t get in, remember?” With that his mouth was on hers and his hand clutched her right breast giving it a tight squeeze. She winced more, he was hurting her and he hadn’t even really begun. She felt more helpless now. Spike had been right.
Vicious had been crazy. He had been crazy since the brutal death of his mother. He had witnessed the whole thing from the beginning the very sad end. And being so young it had affected him all the more. No normal teenager could do such a thing to a girl, right? He grinned psychotically down at her, “My mother put up more of a fight when this happened to her. It didn’t work for her so what makes you think it’ll work for you?”
Faye gasped wide-eyed at his words. What was he talking about?
“Mommy, what’s going on?” a small boy of about eight was awoken from sleep. He had short white hair and big, childish, gray eyes which he grinded sleepiness from.
His mother raised her hand in a “shushing” gesture and quietly pulled him out of bed. “Someone’s trying to break in,” she whispered to him as she brought him to her room. “I want you to stay here,” she placed him in her closet, “promise me you wont move?” she asked.
The small boy nodded, “I promise,” he said not really understanding the danger of the situation. She closed the sliding door to the closet leaving the boy in total darkness and went to reach for the phone. The young boy’s father had been away with his new job. The boy didn’t know what his father’s job was, but his mother didn’t like it. The small boy couldn’t see anything, he could only hear his mother’s breathing quicken and the clatter of the phone hitting the receiver.
The next thing he heard was the doorknob jiggle, and shortly after the knob being broke and the door being burst open. He flinched in fear and surprise at the loud crash. He was temped to run out of the closet but remembered he had promised to stay in the closet. He next heard his mother choke out “stay away!” She sounded scared. A gruff chuckle came from a man who had obviously been the one to break the door. The white haired boy’s eyes filled with tears as the fear became overwhelming. He tried desperately to keep from crying out when he heard a slap and his mother’s choked out cry. He hadn’t expected to hear the bed’s springs squeak.
Slowly he pushed the closet door open so he could see through a crack. He was horrified at what he saw. There was a dark man dressed in all black; he had a mask on his face with only mouth and eyeholes cut out of it. Another man came into the room “Boss, what do you want done with the paintings?”
The huge man who now held his mother down on the bed told him to take them all and they’d see how much their worth was later. The boy watched quietly to afraid to move, speak, or do anything at that as the man returned to what he had begun with his mother.
The gray-eyed boy watched in horror as his mother cried and tried desperately to scream and escape but her attempts were all fruitless. He watched up until the very end keeping his promise more out of fear than anything. When the huge man had finally stopped his violating attack the boy’s mother’s head turned to the side so the boy could see her still face from the closet. Her cheeks were stained with drying tears and her eyes were glazed over, but not with unshed tears. Her face was distorted with terror. The boy had noticed his mother had stopped moving on her own a while back but he was even more worried now that she wasn’t moving at all. The man had left leaving the body on the bed like it was.
The boy hadn’t dared leave the closet until he heard the front door of the house slam shut. Almost a half hour later the cops had shown up, the boy sat curled up on the couch in the living room unable to comprehend fully what had happened. Long ago he had noticed many of the things that once decorated the house were now gone. When the cops arrived they forced the boy outside for questioning. For the next year or so he would have counseling and therapy but he wouldn’t ever tell anybody that he had witnessed the brutal murder. They would all believe he hadn’t seen it and that he didn’t know the whole truth when they lied and told him his mother went away without any pain.
Spike jiggled the door handle, “Damnit!” he cursed as he kicked the door. It was locked and Faye was inside right now with Vicious and who knows what was going on in there. All Spike knew was that they weren’t playing Candy Land.
Vicious had lifted Faye’s shirt and bra to rest on top of her breasts pressing them down painfully as he groped one while kissing her more fiercely than he had before. His gripe on her wrists hurt more with every second that passed and she was regretting ever coming to this stupid town with that damned foster family! On the verge of tears and getting angrier with herself for being so stupid she lifted her knee and without really giving it much thought connected with a man’s most vulnerable spot. Vicious stopped everything he was doing a pained look upon his face as he gritted his teeth. She noted he had stopped breathing heavily and he seemed to turn a shade of red. Faye watched the emotions in his face change as he stepped back slightly letting her wrists fall. Realization hit her, she had kneed his groin, it was the obvious thing to do and she had been too scared to even think about it. Pushing him so he fell over his hands clasped between his legs he hit the bed and slide down until he was on the floor. Fixing her shirt she glared at him before grabbing her bag, she stood for a moment, “Do you feel like this is one of those movies?” she asked. He looked up at her through squinted eyes, “Movies don’t usually end like this,” he reached out and grabbed her ankle. ‘Damnit!’ she cursed in her mind, she was the stupidest woman on the face of the earth! Twice! Twice damnit! She let herself be the victimized girl in the movie… Pulling her leg she tried to get away. She grabbed the door handle with her free hand and stomped on his arm with her other foot. He yelled out in pain letting her go, she opened the door and ran down the stairs.
Faye reached the door and tried to pull it open in a panic before realizing she had to unlock it. She gasped when Vicious’ arm wrapped around her waist in an attempt to pull her away from the door but before he could take her away she twisted the lock and screamed out, “Spike!”
Spike was about to run around the house to check the back door when he heard the faint click and than Faye’s voice calling out his name. Running back he tried to open the door again and in an instant the door was open and he was jumping in.
Everything happened so quickly that Faye really didn’t know what was going on. While it seemed like she had been trapped in His room for hours it had only been minutes. And it was only a few minutes that had worried Spike enough to come get her. He grabbed Vicious and threw him off of her. Faye didn’t watch the fight between them but it seemed like neither would win. Vicious had been under the influence of alcohol and maybe even other things the night he had gotten beaten up by Spike. But now he seemed completely sober and able to give a worthy fight. Each exchanged blows just as strong as the other and it seemed like the fight wouldn’t end until they both couldn’t stand.
Spike threw Vicious down, with a roll he ended up next to the wine rack. Grabbing a bottle he stood up and quickly hit Spike. Spike wasn’t able to fully dodge the attack and it hit his shoulder making it sore and rendering his arm almost useless. The bottle broke and the purplish liquid rushed out with bits of glass staining Spike’s shirt and the carpet. Vicious now held the bottle to Spike’s throat. Spike held his shoulder and he raised his neck and backed away slowly. Spike glared at Vicious, “Why are you bent on hurting Faye? Huh?”
Vicious’ evil smile widened into a grin, “Because… You like her. You like her like you liked Julia.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because you despised her and now you’re bent on protecting her.” He thrust the broken bottle towards Spike’s throat knowing he’d jump back, and he did. Vicious’ hand shook with anticipation.
Faye looked up hearing the words being exchanged. Her heart skipped a beat as Spike jumped back slightly. She watched as the slightest twinge of worry crossed his calm features when he backed up and hit the wall. She couldn’t see Vicious’ face but she knew he was grinning.
“So Spike, how’s it feel to-” his words were cut off with a gasp. A thump and pottery breaking was heard. He dropped the broken bottle and fell towards Spike but swayed and fell to the floor with a thud. Spike looked up to see Faye staring at Vicious’ limp body on the carpet while she held pieces of the broken vase. Spike stepped forward over the body and pulled Faye to him in a real embrace. She collapsed in his arms willingly and let him hold her.
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Eek! OMG! Vicious is psycho!!!!! O.O And crazy! And I got that idea while falling asleep one night! >.> <.< >.> This chapter was crazy for me to write and I hope it makes up for the crap I’ve been posting lately. Sorry if it seems “weird” but it’ll all come together. And don’t worry. This is NOT the END! I still have plans for these two. You guys wanted me to keep it going so that’s what I’m going to try and do. I hope it doesn’t start to sound like I’m dragging it out or anything. Anyways, please keep reviewing and tell me how I did on this chapter. Please! And thanks for the previous reviews you guys rock!
Set-chan
By: Setryochi
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Spike, Faye, and Ed had left the beach and they were on their way home now. The car was quiet, mostly because Ed had fallen asleep on the back seat. Usually she was so hyper because she sat inside and played on her computer, but today after playing on the beach with all of the other kids she must have tired herself out. Faye leaned against the window watching everything pass them by. Spike drove quietly glancing at Faye every one in a while.
Faye smiled slightly thinking back to the day’s events. After Spike had asked her about her family things had become quiet for some time. But the day got better when Spike lightened the mood by forcing Faye to play a game of tag. It didn’t start out that way though. He made a comment about her bathing suit again and she got angry, then started a game of cat and mouse. (Faye put her shirt on before doing this.) When Faye finally caught up to Spike she slapped him in the back of the head and yelled, “Tag! You’re it!” Giggling she ran off in the opposite direction. Spike caught on and chased her down. Of course, people get tired and have to rest. So after taking turns chasing each other it was Spike’s turn to chase Faye, he ran after her and when he finally reached her, he was so tired that when he grabbed her he tripped, she tripped, and they fell with each other. Spike being Spike he wrapped his arms around Faye and turned them while falling just to keep her from falling on the hot sand. And just because he’s Spike, he had to say something afterwards.
“Geez Faye, you’re such a klutz.” He dusted himself off.
Faye looked up at him as he stood up, “What do you me I’M the klutz?! You tripped and fell on me!”
“Hey, I saved you.” He smirked. Although he had saved her, he had practically caused this to happen.
Faye growled and stomped back over to their stuff. She opened the cooler and pulled out a sandwich. Sitting down she chewed bitterly until the mood lightened again.
Spike pondered the events of the day. He had to admit he had fun. There was a little bit of tension, but other than that everything was fine. He loved torturing Faye. It brought a smile to his face just thinking about how she gets red in the face and almost explodes right there.
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Spike had dropped Faye and Ed off at their home and decided he’d go see Julia before he went home. He smiled to himself a little, he had some hope with what Faye had said, but he frowned knowing that hoping was just hoping.
Pulling into the drive way Spike noticed her parent’s cars where there. He parked the car and stepped out. Making his way to the door he rang the door bell. Julia’s mother answered the door, “Yes?” She looked at him with disgust.
“Is Julia able to come to the door?” He asked.
“No, would you like to come in and see her?” Her voice dripped like acid through a weak material.
Spike nodded, “How is she?”
Her mother didn’t answer, she just led Spike to a back room in the house and left him to go in alone. Julia was in the downstairs bedroom because she had trouble getting to her room up stairs. She was laying in bed and seemed sickly because the baby was due very soon; the pregnancy was making her tired and weak.
Spike tapped on the door, “Julia?” He asked through the door.
“Come in,” came a muffled reply from the other side.
Spike opened the door slowly to see Julia lying in bed, a tired look upon her face. He watched as her eyes lit up slightly at the sight of him. He stepped closer and sat in a chair that was near the bed.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a tired, weak voice.
“I wanted to ask you about something.” He said studying her.
“What was it?” She seemed distant.
“How did Vicious.”
She cut him off, “The same way any human does it.” her tired voice carried a sarcastic tone.
“But, did you want it?” He asked partially shocked by her last answer.
She took her time and turned over carefully to face the wall. When she was situated she answered, “Of course I did. What did you expect, Spike?”
Spike didn’t speak. He was let down again, he felt so broken. How could this have happened? Slowly he asked, “Why?”
“I was tired, our relationship was nice. It was, but it was too nice. I needed more.” she paused, “And I got to know him, he’s not the bad guy everybody makes him out to be.”
“Has he been here to see you?” Spike stared at his hands that lay balled up into fists on his lap.
“No, but I know he’ll come to see me.”
“Do you really think he cares? Do you know who he was with two weeks ago? Do you have any idea what he tried to do?!” Spike took deep breathes trying desperately to not turn the entire room upside down.
“Does it matter what he’s done?”
“Yes! Yes it does! He should be in jail right now! And do you know what for?” He almost yelled. “For attempted rape, Julia! He’s sick in the head. And if you think he really cares about you than as far as I’m concerned you’re just as sick. You both need help.” Before he received any kind of reply from her he walked out of the room. He brushed passed her mother and left the house in a dizzy rage. Any hope he had was all gone and he now felt sick to his stomach. Getting in his car he started it up and pealed out of the drive way.
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Faye smiled to herself as she brushed her hair in front of her mirror. She had a life now, it wasn’t the greatest, but it was a life she could live with. She had friends, a family, and she wasn’t doing that bad in school. What more could she ask for? Faye smiled wryly, ‘A past maybe?’ she thought to herself. She looked at the reflection in the mirror to see Ed sleeping halfway off the bed. Her head rested on the floor while her legs and butt were on the bed practically in the air as she snored and slept as if nothing was wrong. Faye shook her head and went back to brushing her hair.
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Spike turned the wheel sharply and the tires squealed as he pulled into his driveway. He gritted his teeth as he put it in park and turned it off. Spike pulled the keys out of the ignition and sat back in the seat hitting the back of his head on the cushion. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Taking another deep breath he took his seat belt off and opened the door, he stood up and as calmly as he could he made his way inside and up to his room. Along the way he stopped in the kitchen and took out some leftovers, a few twinkies, and a two liter of Mountain Dew. He walked into his room and set everything down on the small table next to his bed. He didn’t bother turning a light on. He grabbed the remote to the TV and the VCR and put in an old Bruce Lee movie. For the rest of the night until early in the morning he’d watch these movies and eat junk food.
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Faye turned over in bed, it was morning now and she hadn’t slept much. Frowning she sat up tiredly, today seemed like it would be one of those days you just wanted to end but no matter how much you tried to make the time go by, it just dragged to torture you. Getting up she decided to get dressed, maybe she’d call Spike and see how he was doing. She could tell he was hurting, even if he hid it well she knew that nobody could go through something like that and get away without any pain or scars. That’s one of the reasons she had wanted to go to the beach, she figured if he got out and did something, he might not think about it as much.
It was 10:30 a.m. and Faye was dressed. She picked up the phone and dialed Spike’s number. She smiled, she remembered the number without having to write it down. The phone rang and rang but nobody answered. It was Sunday, Spike had to be home, where would he possibly go on a Sunday morning? He certainly wouldn’t be at church, he was the last person she would expect to see in a church. She hung the phone up and picked it back up dialing the number again.
“C’mon Spike… Pick up…”
Click.
“Hello?”
Faye blinked, it was Spike but she could barely tell. She smiled, “You sound like you didn’t sleep at all and all you did was glue yourself to the TV and eat junk.”
Spike coughed, “I had some leftovers too, those aren’t junk food are they?” Even if he was sad he still had that special sarcastic service only he could offer.
Faye sucked in a small breath, Spike was worrying her and that in it self was worrying her. “Did you want to do anything today?”
“No, I’m just going to stay home. I have to go.” He hung the phone up before she could protest.
Faye frowned and clicked the phone off. She sighed and left the trailer.
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Knock, knock, knock!
Faye put her ear up to the door to find out if anyone was coming to open the door. Hearing nobody she knocked again and listened. Still nobody, so she jiggled the door handle to find that it wasn’t locked. Faye turned the knob and opened the door. “Spike?” She called softly.
Faye looked around and decided nobody was home except maybe Spike so she went up the stairs to his room. The door to his room was closed so she knocked softly, “Spike?”
Getting no answer she opened the door and almost had a heart attack. Spike laid on his bed with junk food all over it and a movie going on the TV. He was still wearing the clothes from yesterday and he looked so tired that he might just fall asleep any second.
“Did you go to sleep at all?” she asked in an almost motherly tone that scared even herself.
Spike lulled his head slightly to look at her. “Nope.” He grinned as if he had gone insane.
“You should have, you look like hell.”
“Thanks, I feel like hell.”
Faye stepped closer and swiped some chips off the bed, she sat down next to him. “Why didn’t you sleep?”
“I’m too tired to sleep.” He turned back to his movie. “Look! He’s gunna play stupid now!” He made Faye turn to see the TV. It had been muted so she didn’t know what they were talking about. “OK, now watch, he’s gunna walk past him and the one guys gunna try and hit him in the back but he’s too quick and OOOHHH!” Spike cheered like a drunkard watching a football game. “Did you see that? I love that part!”
Faye’s eyebrow twitched. “Yeah, great. But Spike, I think you should get a shower or something, huh? Maybe some sleep?”
“No, I’m fine.” He went back to watching his movie tiredly.
“Spike? What’s wrong with you?” Faye scooted closer to try and make him understand she was actually worried about him.
He turned his head slowly to her, “You were wrong.”
Faye blinked, “What do you mean?”
“Vicious… She wanted it from him!” he spat.
Faye was taken aback by his out burst, “Wait just one minute! I said MAYBE! I didn’t say that it did happen, I have no idea what goes on with them… or even you!” She shouted back in defense.
Spike grumbled, “She wanted it…” He rolled over and curled up.
Faye softened, “Spike…” She sighed and with a hesitant hand began to gingerly rub his back. “Some people just… I guess its just the way some people are.” She shrugged not knowing what to tell him. She was actually shocked by all of this. Spike, out of everyone should have handled this better, right? Faye thought for a moment, 'Spike always struck me as the kind of guy who wouldn’t care too much about something like this. But on the other hand, he’s just human.' She looked down on him a sad frown on her face. She wondered if she were going too far by just doing this simple action. She worried he might take it wrong, she wondered if maybe even she was taking it wrong. She didn’t know right now. Things at the moment seemed weird.
Spike slowly let his legs stretch out and he relaxed slightly under Faye’s touch. It was slow and soothing and he had to admit that even though he was depressed, he liked it. He even started to think about pretending to be depressed later to have more of it. But then, he didn’t know if he’d just be pretending to be depressed later. He saddened, he shouldn’t be enjoying something like this at a time like this; although it was just petting, he some how felt guilty. But when he thought about it, he shouldn’t feel guilty at all, there was nothing wrong in taking comfort in a friend. Which reminded him, this was Faye who was trying to comfort him. The corner of his mouth twitched as if it wanted to smile with a mind of its own.
‘I feel so bad for him, I think if I had gone through something like this… Well… I shouldn’t think about that. I should try to say something positive to him.’ Faye looked around the room noticing it was a mess. And an idea came to her, why not try it?
“Spike? Do you want to take a shower? I think it’ll make you feel a little better.” She tried to smile, “Sometimes when I feel bad I take a warm shower or bath and it always makes me feel better. It’s like washing away your troubles.”
Spike rolled over and looked up, his lip twitched slightly again when he looked up at her smiling down on him. It was relieving to know someone was there. He some how felt better knowing he didn’t have to be all alone with this problem. So he nodded in agreement and sat up. He didn’t say anything for fear he would show the slightest hint that he wanted to cry. He was still a man after all. So Faye helped to pull him out of bed and he made his way on his own to the bathroom to take a shower. Her advise might work after all…
Faye looked around his room. She raised an eyebrow, “He doesn’t seem very…. How you say… ‘clean’.” She frowned slightly before gathering up the empty bags of junk food from his bed. She’d show him she could be nice, she’d help him through this until he was over Julia. She’d be a good friend. Faye made her way down stairs, she found a trash bag and threw the empty junk food bags in it. Faye hummed quietly as she walked up the stairs with the trash bag, she had never seen so much garbage in one’s room before. Spike had gone all out, Faye thought about it, and she’d really hate to see it if this had happened while there was liquor around. She pushed the thoughts away and opened the door to his room.
Gasp.
Faye stood unable to move in the open door way. Her face turned bright red and the trash bag fell to the floor.
Spike stood facing the opposite wall completely naked while rubbing his hair dry with a towel, he turned around noticing it had gotten slightly drafty. His eyes widened slightly when he seen Faye. But to his surprise she was completely red and when he turn around fully she slammed the door closed followed by a surprised, “ack!”
He looked at the door in confusion and lowered the towel to cover his neather regions. He blushed and grinned sheepishly after thinking about it for a moment. It amused him and he found it rather funny. After that he continued to get dressed. He felt better being able to laugh, even if she didn’t know she was doing it, she really knew how to make him feel better. He frowned, he still didn’t feel completely better, but he was heading towards happiness. Even if it was a long journey.
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It didn’t take long for Spike to get over what had happened. In fact, he soon came to realize that he hated Julia. She had cheated on him with his best friend making them enemies and she lied to him and never told him about the pregnancy until he found out for himself. Of course, Faye helped him see this. But then… Faye had become nicer all of a sudden. It seemed as if her outer shell had melted away over night. He found himself wondering about all of this, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask. After all, it could jinx this good-natured behavior he was receiving from her.Faye’s strange behavior had been weird. She found herself kind of liking Spike. Before the event with Julia he was just some ass hole who didn’t seem human. He tried to seem perfect and he always had to be right. He had to win and he had to make sure the other person KNEW they had lost. He was an ass… But some how Faye just had to see his vulnerable side. The side she felt only Julia would know. Faye sometimes felt like slapping the girl and then asking her what she was thinking when she did what she did to a guy who obviously loved her. Not that Faye liked him, liked him or anything. But he was her friend and when she actually did make a friend, she tended to care about them very much.
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Spike stood from the couch lazily. He had been sitting on the comfortable sofa drinking a Yoo-hoo while watching some cartoon about a magical girl with moon powers when the doorbell rang. When he had first heard it he debated on whether or not he wanted to get up. But by the second ring of the doorbell he found that the theme of love and peace was unrealistic and sickening, he stood up and reluctantly went to answer the door.
Opening the door, Yoo-hoo in hand, Spike greeted Faye, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
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The afternoon was hot and a slight breeze rustled the leaves of trees near by. The sun shown bright and most people wore hats or sunglasses during this time of day. Faye sat hunched over a milkshake at a table outside of a concession stand like restaurant. Her sunglasses covered her eyes and gleamed under the intense stare of the sun. Across from her was Spike who lounged back in his chair one arm hanging carelessly over the back of the seat. He wore no hat or sunglasses to protect against the violent rays, and not because he didn’t want to. But because he hadn’t thought to wear anything of the sort.
Faye had sat quietly with her milkshake dipping the straw in and out while listening to him go on about how his family liked to creep up on him. Occasionally she would sip at the melting milkshake and would comment, before going back to resting her chin lazily on her hand as she listened. “You’re not happy that you’re going to see your cousins?”
“Its not that I’m not happy, I just think they should visit at a better time.” He shrugged.
“Oh, so what you’re saying is, they should check to see if the drama in your life has been taken care of before they can come see you.” She stated smirking when he opened his eyes with a startled look on his face. “That’s not what I’m saying!” he scrambled to get out.
“Oh, then explain.” she stated calmly, her sunglasses glinting as she shifted to sit back in her seat.
Spike was quiet for a moment as he thought carefully on how to explain it without it seeming like she was right. Frowning he started to speak, but closed his mouth before the words came out. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked across the table grumpily, “So?”
Faye laughed out; Spike was cute sometimes in a furry kind of way. She leaned forward and sipped her milkshake, “Cheer up. I’m sure your family is pretty ok, you just have to give them a chance.” The irony of her statement didn’t hit her until after the words had left her mouth.
It was Spike’s turn to smirk. “Speak for yourself.” He chuckled lightly as her cheeks tinted a shade of pink. “Blushing are we?” he teased.
She stood up abruptly knocking her chair back and slamming her fist into the table, “I am not! My cheeks are getting sun burnt!” with that she turned around, “I have to get out of the sun before I burn all over.” she stated and began to walk away not caring that people were staring after her or that she hadn’t picked the chair up.
“Faye! Wait up!” Spike pushed his seat in and picked up the chair she had left on the ground. He jogged up to her and began walking a steady pace with her once he reached her. “What was that all about?” He asked.
She shrugged, “I wasn’t blushing.” she crossed her arms as she walked.
“Ok, I believe you.” He scratched the back of his head and laughed to try and lighten the mood.
She growled hearing him laugh. “So…” she drawled.
“Huh?” he noticed her nervousness.
“I was wondering if you’d come with me to get something,” she said hesitantly.
“Get what from where?” he asked.
“Well, you remember the night of the party?”
He nodded, “yeah.”
“Well, I told my mom I was staying at a friend’s house so I put some clothes in a bag and left. Really I was just going to that party, I guess you knew that, though.”
He stopped walking and hearing his foot steps halt Faye stopped as well.
“I threw it in Vicious’ car and I never got it back.” she said looking to the ground.
Spike’s jaw tightened, “You want me to come with you to get it back? Why did you wait so long though?”
“I had forgotten about it. He called last night and said that I should come get it from his house.” she looked up to meet his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell him to drop it off at your house?”
“I tried to get him to agree to it but he said that if I wanted it back I had to come get it my self.”
Spike nodded, “Sounds like him. Sounds like he’s up to something.” he shrugged, “Well at least you weren’t going to go after it alone.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean!?” She yelled taking her glasses off.
“It means you weren’t going to do something stupid like go there alone.” He stated simply.
She growled, “You don’t think I could take care of myself?”
“Maybe. But I don‘t think that you would be able to fend him off yourself if you went alone.” He shrugged placing his hands in his pockets, “I’m happy you came to me.”
Faye balled her fists up, “I could to fend him off! I’m not as helpless as I look you know! And I don’t want your company any more! I can go alone.” With that she turned and began walking.
Spike sighed, “Faye,” he began walking after her, “C’mon, I’m sure you can fend him off on your own. Don’t be that way,” He grasped her wrist.
She turned to look at him. “Lemme go,” she pulled her wrist making him tighten his hold, “I said let me go!”
Spike pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her body trapping her arms at her sides in his embrace. She struggled and tried as hard as she could to get him to let her go but to no avail. His embrace tightened with every effort and she found herself trapped. Slowly she relaxed, “Let me go, please?” she asked not liking the closeness it made her nervous. Faye could smell his cologne and feel the hard softness of his chest. His arms were strong and she didn’t feel endangered, no not at all. But uneasy at the closeness. She couldn’t remember how long ago it was that they were this close, but it had been a while. And at the time of the encounter they hadn’t been the greatest of friends and to say the least, she had hated him.
Spike was surprised; this had felt kind of nice. If she hadn’t been angry and tried to get away from him so violently, the bear hug would have seemed friendly and comforting. She was soft against his tight chest; her breasts were like pillows trapped between them. But it wasn’t only that, her skin was smooth and had a silky feel to it as his arms touched hers. Her scent was delicious as he inhaled it; whether it was perfume or simply her shampoo, he didn’t know. His head sunk so his mouth was near her ear, her scent stronger here.
She gasped as he lowered his head to her ear and shivered as his breath caressed her neck and ear. “How can you expect to be able to stop him from hurting you if you can’t even escape my hold?”
Faye’s eyes widened. He sounded so sincere and concerned for her. She didn’t know what to think of Spike anymore. She saddened; she probably couldn’t fight Vicious and win. But that still didn’t make her like the fact that she needed Spike to help her. She whimpered inaudibly. She prayed that he didn’t hear her; but he was so close, how could he not? She felt Spike’s grip loosen around her and she backed away as much as he allowed her.
“You see then?” he asked quietly letting go of her completely.
Faye looked down and nodded silently. She was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
“So, need a ride?” He asked almost as if the previous moment hadn’t happened.
She nodded, “yeah,” she tried to smile despite the sadness she felt.
* *
The ride to His house was a quiet one. Faye and Spike had both agreed to refer to Vicious as Him. It wasn’t a very long drive either, because for Faye the time had passed so quickly while she was beginning to feel anxiety. Spike parked the car after turning into the driveway of His house. He sighed and looked to Faye, “Would you like me to go with you in?”
She smiled, “It’ll be ok. I don’t think he’ll try anything if you’re waiting out here. Besides, I don’t guess you’d want to have to talk to him.” She grasped the door handle, but before she could open the door Spike’s hand wrapped around her other hand. She looked back to see him looking at her sternly, “I wont let anything happen,” he smiled and she pulled away opening the door and stepping out. She closed the car door and walked the short distance to the house.
Faye knocked hesitantly. The knock was so low she wondered if he’d hear it. But before she could knock louder he opened the door a wicked grin upon his face. “Yes?”
“Give me my bag,” she said with more confidence than she felt.
“It’s upstairs,” he stated. He peaked around her to see Spike glaring daggers at him in his car. “So you brought Spike,” his voice dripped with venom.
Faye crossed her arms waiting for him to retrieve her bag, but when he didn’t she sighed frustrated. “I have to get my bag.”
He stepped aside and allowed her to go in. Knowing Spike was just outside gave her more courage. She brushed passed Vicious and marched up the stairs to his room where she guessed it to be. She opened the door and found her bag lying on his bed. She grumbled and grabbed the bag, turning around she bumped into something. With a yelp she started to fall but caught herself. Opening her eyes she looked to see Vicious standing before her the door behind him closed.
Spike frowned, why did Faye go inside? Couldn’t he have given her the bag? He sighed, and leaned against the window. If Faye didn’t come out soon than he’d go in and make sure she came out.
“I’ve got my bag so I’m leaving now,” she tried to push past him but he held his arm out to stop her.
“Why do you have to leave so soon?” he asked menacingly. “Why don’t you stay? We could have fun, Faye…” he said in a mockingly sad voice.
“Spike’s right out side, Vicious.” She loathed him and it was apparent with every syllable that left her lips.
She was caught off guard when he grabbed her forcing her to stumble as he turned her to pin her to the wall. She grunted as her back and head hit the wall, “let me go!” she yelled. She struggled against his hands, he pinned her wrists to the wall on either side of her head with both of his hands.
He looked down at her a grin upon his face, “Do you think I’d let that get in the way? Do I look like a fool to you?” he asked squeezing her wrists. She winced at the pain, “You don’t strike me as the type to think too hard about something.” She managed a faint smile.
He growled, “He can’t get in if the door’s locked and you can’t get out if you’re here with me.” His smile returned, as she suddenly looked lost. “What’s wrong, Faye?” She didn’t have a chance to answer as his body crushed hers and her lips were captured in a bruising kiss. Her reaction to this was to struggle harder against him. The sad result was something that disgusted her completely. She could feel the heat against her leg, it was repulsive. He broke the kiss and brought her arms up over her head so he could place both her wrists in one of his hands. He grinned looking her in the eyes; he was enjoying this.
She felt stupid… She had seen movies like this, were the idiotic girl sets herself up for this kind of thing. She knew what could happen but refused to listen to the rational thought. Maybe she wanted it to happen. But what human being in their right mind would want such a thing? She shook her head at the thoughts as she felt his hand on her hip.
She looked up at him, “I’m not afraid of you. You wont get away with this.” Ah, a classic line from one of those movies. She cursed herself for saying it. It wasn’t intimidating at all; it just let her attacker know exactly how scared she was. But still, Spike was just outside, and the door to get out of the room was right next to her. She wouldn't let Vicious have the upper hand.
Vicious laughed at her, “He can’t get in, remember?” With that his mouth was on hers and his hand clutched her right breast giving it a tight squeeze. She winced more, he was hurting her and he hadn’t even really begun. She felt more helpless now. Spike had been right.
Vicious had been crazy. He had been crazy since the brutal death of his mother. He had witnessed the whole thing from the beginning the very sad end. And being so young it had affected him all the more. No normal teenager could do such a thing to a girl, right? He grinned psychotically down at her, “My mother put up more of a fight when this happened to her. It didn’t work for her so what makes you think it’ll work for you?”
Faye gasped wide-eyed at his words. What was he talking about?
“Mommy, what’s going on?” a small boy of about eight was awoken from sleep. He had short white hair and big, childish, gray eyes which he grinded sleepiness from.
His mother raised her hand in a “shushing” gesture and quietly pulled him out of bed. “Someone’s trying to break in,” she whispered to him as she brought him to her room. “I want you to stay here,” she placed him in her closet, “promise me you wont move?” she asked.
The small boy nodded, “I promise,” he said not really understanding the danger of the situation. She closed the sliding door to the closet leaving the boy in total darkness and went to reach for the phone. The young boy’s father had been away with his new job. The boy didn’t know what his father’s job was, but his mother didn’t like it. The small boy couldn’t see anything, he could only hear his mother’s breathing quicken and the clatter of the phone hitting the receiver.
The next thing he heard was the doorknob jiggle, and shortly after the knob being broke and the door being burst open. He flinched in fear and surprise at the loud crash. He was temped to run out of the closet but remembered he had promised to stay in the closet. He next heard his mother choke out “stay away!” She sounded scared. A gruff chuckle came from a man who had obviously been the one to break the door. The white haired boy’s eyes filled with tears as the fear became overwhelming. He tried desperately to keep from crying out when he heard a slap and his mother’s choked out cry. He hadn’t expected to hear the bed’s springs squeak.
Slowly he pushed the closet door open so he could see through a crack. He was horrified at what he saw. There was a dark man dressed in all black; he had a mask on his face with only mouth and eyeholes cut out of it. Another man came into the room “Boss, what do you want done with the paintings?”
The huge man who now held his mother down on the bed told him to take them all and they’d see how much their worth was later. The boy watched quietly to afraid to move, speak, or do anything at that as the man returned to what he had begun with his mother.
The gray-eyed boy watched in horror as his mother cried and tried desperately to scream and escape but her attempts were all fruitless. He watched up until the very end keeping his promise more out of fear than anything. When the huge man had finally stopped his violating attack the boy’s mother’s head turned to the side so the boy could see her still face from the closet. Her cheeks were stained with drying tears and her eyes were glazed over, but not with unshed tears. Her face was distorted with terror. The boy had noticed his mother had stopped moving on her own a while back but he was even more worried now that she wasn’t moving at all. The man had left leaving the body on the bed like it was.
The boy hadn’t dared leave the closet until he heard the front door of the house slam shut. Almost a half hour later the cops had shown up, the boy sat curled up on the couch in the living room unable to comprehend fully what had happened. Long ago he had noticed many of the things that once decorated the house were now gone. When the cops arrived they forced the boy outside for questioning. For the next year or so he would have counseling and therapy but he wouldn’t ever tell anybody that he had witnessed the brutal murder. They would all believe he hadn’t seen it and that he didn’t know the whole truth when they lied and told him his mother went away without any pain.
Spike jiggled the door handle, “Damnit!” he cursed as he kicked the door. It was locked and Faye was inside right now with Vicious and who knows what was going on in there. All Spike knew was that they weren’t playing Candy Land.
Vicious had lifted Faye’s shirt and bra to rest on top of her breasts pressing them down painfully as he groped one while kissing her more fiercely than he had before. His gripe on her wrists hurt more with every second that passed and she was regretting ever coming to this stupid town with that damned foster family! On the verge of tears and getting angrier with herself for being so stupid she lifted her knee and without really giving it much thought connected with a man’s most vulnerable spot. Vicious stopped everything he was doing a pained look upon his face as he gritted his teeth. She noted he had stopped breathing heavily and he seemed to turn a shade of red. Faye watched the emotions in his face change as he stepped back slightly letting her wrists fall. Realization hit her, she had kneed his groin, it was the obvious thing to do and she had been too scared to even think about it. Pushing him so he fell over his hands clasped between his legs he hit the bed and slide down until he was on the floor. Fixing her shirt she glared at him before grabbing her bag, she stood for a moment, “Do you feel like this is one of those movies?” she asked. He looked up at her through squinted eyes, “Movies don’t usually end like this,” he reached out and grabbed her ankle. ‘Damnit!’ she cursed in her mind, she was the stupidest woman on the face of the earth! Twice! Twice damnit! She let herself be the victimized girl in the movie… Pulling her leg she tried to get away. She grabbed the door handle with her free hand and stomped on his arm with her other foot. He yelled out in pain letting her go, she opened the door and ran down the stairs.
Faye reached the door and tried to pull it open in a panic before realizing she had to unlock it. She gasped when Vicious’ arm wrapped around her waist in an attempt to pull her away from the door but before he could take her away she twisted the lock and screamed out, “Spike!”
Spike was about to run around the house to check the back door when he heard the faint click and than Faye’s voice calling out his name. Running back he tried to open the door again and in an instant the door was open and he was jumping in.
Everything happened so quickly that Faye really didn’t know what was going on. While it seemed like she had been trapped in His room for hours it had only been minutes. And it was only a few minutes that had worried Spike enough to come get her. He grabbed Vicious and threw him off of her. Faye didn’t watch the fight between them but it seemed like neither would win. Vicious had been under the influence of alcohol and maybe even other things the night he had gotten beaten up by Spike. But now he seemed completely sober and able to give a worthy fight. Each exchanged blows just as strong as the other and it seemed like the fight wouldn’t end until they both couldn’t stand.
Spike threw Vicious down, with a roll he ended up next to the wine rack. Grabbing a bottle he stood up and quickly hit Spike. Spike wasn’t able to fully dodge the attack and it hit his shoulder making it sore and rendering his arm almost useless. The bottle broke and the purplish liquid rushed out with bits of glass staining Spike’s shirt and the carpet. Vicious now held the bottle to Spike’s throat. Spike held his shoulder and he raised his neck and backed away slowly. Spike glared at Vicious, “Why are you bent on hurting Faye? Huh?”
Vicious’ evil smile widened into a grin, “Because… You like her. You like her like you liked Julia.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because you despised her and now you’re bent on protecting her.” He thrust the broken bottle towards Spike’s throat knowing he’d jump back, and he did. Vicious’ hand shook with anticipation.
Faye looked up hearing the words being exchanged. Her heart skipped a beat as Spike jumped back slightly. She watched as the slightest twinge of worry crossed his calm features when he backed up and hit the wall. She couldn’t see Vicious’ face but she knew he was grinning.
“So Spike, how’s it feel to-” his words were cut off with a gasp. A thump and pottery breaking was heard. He dropped the broken bottle and fell towards Spike but swayed and fell to the floor with a thud. Spike looked up to see Faye staring at Vicious’ limp body on the carpet while she held pieces of the broken vase. Spike stepped forward over the body and pulled Faye to him in a real embrace. She collapsed in his arms willingly and let him hold her.
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Eek! OMG! Vicious is psycho!!!!! O.O And crazy! And I got that idea while falling asleep one night! >.> <.< >.> This chapter was crazy for me to write and I hope it makes up for the crap I’ve been posting lately. Sorry if it seems “weird” but it’ll all come together. And don’t worry. This is NOT the END! I still have plans for these two. You guys wanted me to keep it going so that’s what I’m going to try and do. I hope it doesn’t start to sound like I’m dragging it out or anything. Anyways, please keep reviewing and tell me how I did on this chapter. Please! And thanks for the previous reviews you guys rock!
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