Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Bebop High ❯ Chapter Six Revised ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Setryochi 
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.21.2005 | Updated On: 07.21.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.0K | Visits: 197 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.21.2005 | Updated On: 07.21.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.0K | Visits: 197 | Status: Completed
Ok! Here’s the old chapter 12! This one’s my longest yet! I’ve never written one quite as long. I hope you enjoy what I’ve accomplished! Anyways, there’s some questionable content in here, sorta. And I don’t need someone going and getting me banned from ff.net. I don’t think it’s too bad but if some of you guys think I should change the rating then let me know, I’ll be more than happy to change it and leave a warning or something. Hope you enjoy this great chapter! R&R!!! Please!
REVISION STATEMENT: I've decided this chapter will be by itself since it is long enough on it's own. I'm sure this was probably the best chapter out of the whole story. Therefore I will only make it better by fixing typos and possibly takin gout corny dialogue.
Bebop HighBy: Setryochi
* * *
It was Friday night and Faye sat home alone watching the tube. She sighed thinking about the past week. Vicious seemed to be wanting to get in her pants more than he wanted to even be with her. She had been suspecting him of only wanting what many guys have only wanted from her. She rolled her eyes, she had made up the lamest excuses that week to keep him from trying anymore than what she felt she was ready for at the moment. He had invited her over almost every night and every time she had to make up and even more unbelievable excuse. She was surprised to see he had fallen for it every time. He still kind of gave her the creeps though. She couldn’t put her finger on it but something didn’t seem right about him.
* *
Spike sighed, Friday night, all alone, its summer and the party’s tomorrow night. Spike sighed, “Maybe there’s something on the tube.” He searched his bed lazily looking for the remote with his hands. He felt around until his fingers touched the cool, smooth plastic of the small channel changer. He picked it up and turned the TV on, immediately he began flipping through channels hoping to find something interesting on. He watched the screen blankly as the room flashed from dark to light every time the channel was switched. Finding some old cartoons on Cartoon Network he placed the remote down on the bed next to him and watched silently. He wasn’t paying attention to it but every once in a while something would happen and it would catch his eye causing him to snap awake to see what was really going on. He smirked as the suave wolf tried desperately to get the hot dancing girl on stage but was always stopped by Droopy. He had to admit that for a cartoon the dancing girl was pretty hot and he’d probably chase after her as well. She kind of reminded him of Faye. She looked innocent and dangerous at the same time. Like some kind of movie actress in one of those spy movies where the woman always looks harmless but turns out to be a seductress hired to kill off the main character. Much like the movie actresses Faye had the long sexy legs, the big--not too big-- breasts, the thin, lean body, smooth skin coating it nicely. She was pretty hot- Ack! What was Spike doing thinking about Faye like that? He hated Faye! She was a devil, shrew woman there to make his life miserable! Spike sighed and banged his head into the pillow he had been squeezing between his head and the bed. “Stupid!” He began to spit out every time he hit the pillow, “Dumb! Shrew! Woman! Argh!!!” He pulled the pillow over his head and screamed into it frustrated. He was thinking about her now and he couldn’t stop. He was supposed to hate her, not want her like he did.
“Think of Julia!” he told himself. ‘She nice, she’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s always caring. She is trustworthy and always there when I’ve needed her. Except for now but it’s an exception. She has long blonde hair and seems like an angel.’ He chuckled to himself, Julia was like an angel while Faye was like a devil and he was torn between the two. ‘Wait… I don’t like Faye like that so I can’t be torn between the two. Plus I love Julia and Julia loves me and Faye is a royal bitch from the trailer park! Ha, there’s no comparison. Still… Faye and I did share a kiss, just a small one though. And it was quick! Her lips were soft and stuff. Wait! What is this?’ He looked between the two women in his head as they argued back and forth. Julia was wearing a white robe with a halo floating over her head while Faye wore a black leather dominatrix suit with read horns on her head and a tail wrapping slightly around her body. Julia did look sweet and innocent in that robe, but Faye looked damned sexy in that suit. ‘Shit!’ he clenched his eyes shut, ‘I don’t like Faye!’ he began to chant. Over and over he repeated it in his head until, “I DON’T LIKE FAYE!!!” He yelled aloud just wanting some peace and quite in his head for once. He opened his eyes that he had jammed shut while screaming and looked around the room.
The door burst open, “Are you alright Mr. Spiegel?” the maid yelled running into the room thinking something was terribly wrong with him.
“I’m fine, Rosita,” he stated waving her away.
“Are you sure?” she asked wanting to know for sure.
“Yes, I’m fine, I’m going to bed now so just shut the door and things will be great.”
“Ok, g’night sir.” She closed the door as he mumbled a goodnight to her.
* *
Faye climbed sluggishly into bed and yawned pulling the covers up her legs. She looked at the clock and rolled her eyes at the time. She didn’t know how she managed to go to sleep at such hours and wake up so early. It was going on one in the morning and she had stayed up watching those old cartoons they show on Cartoon Network. Ed stayed till about 12 and decided she was too tired to watch anymore and had gone to bed leaving Faye to stay up and think. She started out thinking about what she was going to wear to the party tomorrow night and ended thinking about that low-life Spike. She had wanted to wear pants to the party and then changed her mind to a skirt or dress. Then she wondered if anything bad would happen, so she thought pants were more appropriate. She decided on pants and a bright, blue green spaghetti strap tank top. She wanted to put on a black belt and wear comfortable shoes so her black, low cut, converses (Chucks) would do. She smiled tiredly, ‘I think Vicious will dig the tank top. Bright colors tend to look very good on Me.’ she thought to herself. ‘I wonder if Spike would like it.’ Sigh.
‘What? Argh! I should slap him the next time I see him! I hate him so much! He’s so rude and inconsiderate and stupid and he should die a horrible death!' Faye screamed in her head wanting to choke him until he was purple! She was annoyed with how he treated her and frustrated after she still thought about him like that after the way he treated her. It wasn’t right and she just wanted him to go away. ‘Why can’t he just go away? It would make my life a hell of a lot easier, not that he’s considerate enough to see that.’ She sighed and decided that if she went to sleep she wouldn’t have to think about any of it. It seemed like a perfect plan and so she put it into action. She pulled the covers all the way up and rolled onto her side. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to over come her.
* *
Spike rolled over and rubbed his eyes. He rubbed until he felt all the sleepy guck in them no more. He opened his eyes and looked around the dark room now filled with lines of light as the sun poured through the cracks of the blinds that hung dust covered over the window. He sat up slowly moving his neck and arching his back to get rid of the stiffness. He yawned and stretched again finally deciding to get up and go to the bathroom. He walked carelessly in a pair of boxers with a picture of Gumby‘s friend horse Pokey on them. Over the little “peek hole” in the boxers had the name “Pokey” written across it. Once in the bathroom he picked up his toothbrush and began preparing it to brush his teeth. After brushing his teeth he splashed water on his face and looked in the mirror.
“Hm… Looks like I haven’t shaved in a while…” he mumbled to himself while examining his chin and neck. He hadn’t shaved in quite a while and it showed greatly. The hair wasn’t stubble anymore but it wasn’t long hairs either. For lack of better words it was the kind of the mid-hairy thing going on. He leaned over and opened a cabinet and pulled out the shaving cream. He found his long lost razor and set it aside to put the cream on his face first before using it.
* *
“Wake up! Wake up!” Ed jumped on Faye’s bed. Faye groggily pulled her pillow out from under her head and tossed it carelessly at Ed. The pillow flew right passed Ed not in the least coming close enough to hit her. Ed continued to jump on the bed until Faye rolled out and stood up with half lidded eyes. She looked at Ed and scowled at the orange haired girl.
“Don’t just do something! Stand there!” Ed yelled and saluted for good measure.
Faye was too tired to try and figure out what the girl was talking about and just headed out of the room and to the bathroom where she could freshen up. She planned to freshen up then wake up then- or she figured she’d go out today, then freshen up, then wake up? Aw hell she’d figure it out once she got to the bathroom!
Faye emerged from the bathroom thinking clearly now. She could have slapped herself for putting shaving cream in her hair thinking it was the shampoo when she had taken a shower this morning. She wondered if other women had this kind of thinking problem in the morning.
* *
Spike left the bathroom for the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. He was starving and whatever was cooking smelt good. Normally he didn’t eat too much in the morning but he felt like he could eat a horse. Reaching the kitchen he trotted in and made himself a glass of orange juice, “What’s cooking?” he asked Rosita as she handled a pan over the stove.
“Sausage, bacon, eggs, and I have toast in the toaster.” She said, her accent slurring her words.
“I see,” he said sitting down across from his dad. He was surprised to see the man sitting behind the newspaper enjoying coffee at the kitchen table. He normally would have just grabbed coffee and left for the office or where ever it was he went. Spike didn’t pry into what his father did and his father didn’t pry into what he did. They just simply lived in the same house together. The only time his dad did seem to care was when Spike got into trouble or was making grades so bad that the teachers were making phone calls home.
Rosita brought over a plate with the bacon and sausage on it and set another plate down with the eggs. She brought over the toast and left behind with it two pitchers, one with orange juice and the other with milk in it. The table had already been set so she didn’t have to bring anything else to the table unless asked to.
Spike piled food onto his plate and his father never seemed to notice he was even sitting across from him. Spike shoveled in food like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Spike heard the rustling of his father’s newspaper and looked up as his father was checking his watch.
“Thanks for the coffee, Rosita!” he yelled into the kitchen. “Oh, good morning Spike, didn’t hear you come in.” He looked at his watch again and then back to Spike, “I’ll be gone all weekend, if you need anything-”
“Just ask Rosita,” Spike finished for him knowing the speech by heart. He rolled his eyes.
His father smiled seemingly not noticing his son’s resent for him. “I’ll see ya soon.” His father waved and left the kitchen to go to his car parked in the garage. Spike sighed and continued to eat his breakfast.
* *
“Ok, see ya. Bye.” Faye hung up the phone. She had just been speaking to Vicious who seemed more suspicious then usual. It was going on six o’clock and the party started at eight. Faye really wanted to go so she could see some of her friends and maybe make some new ones. She paced around the house most of the time waiting for the clock to strike eight. She was going insane and thought she might start acting like Ed if she didn’t do something.
Ed watched as Faye walked across the room, turned around, and walked back to the other side. She turned her head following Faye as she repeatedly walked back and forth. “What’s Faye-Faye doing?” She asked tilting her head to the side.
Faye stopped and looked at Ed, “I’m trying to think of something to do.” Faye sighed and began pacing again.
“Faye-Faye can play with Edward!” Ed jumped up her arms flaring out as she grinned happily.
Faye stopped and looked at the girl as if she had suddenly changed color. “Sorry Ed, I need a shower!” Faye walked away quickly to go take a shower. She suddenly had the urge to, or maybe she just needed an excuse to get away from Ed. She figured that if she took a half hour in the shower, she’d have an hour and a half to get ready for the party. It was planned out perfectly.
* *
Spike sat on the couch watching the TV uninterestedly. It was just more repeats and that’s all that was ever on. He was so bored that he was even thinking of going to that party. He sighed and laid down on the couch. Spike grumbled, the phone was ringing and he just didn’t feel like answering. Getting up he stared at the phone as it rang over and over. He walked over and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Spike, what’s up?”
“Nothing, what’d you want?” He asked a little annoyed that Vicious had called him during his time when he was bored but didn’t want to do anything.
“You gunna go to the party?”
“I was thinking about it. If I decide to go I’ll show up.”
“Oh, I’m finally gunna get Faye tonight. I’m havin’ the boys guard a room in the up stairs of the house. When she’s ready we’re goin’ up and of course you know the rest.” He chuckled.
“You guys talked about doing this, huh?” Spike rolled his eyes.
“Not quite but she’ll agree, I just know it.” Vicious seemed to be chuckling or stifling laughter or something.
“Oh, of course. I’m kinda busy, I gotta go.” Spike waited for Vicious’ good-bye and hung up. He sighed and sat back to watch some more of the soap opera he had found when flipping through the channels.
* *
Faye stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She had spent a little more time in the shower than she had expected to. She patted her body dry and pressed another towel into her hair to soak up some of the water. Using the same towel to wiped the mirror clear, it slowly fogged back up and she wiped it again. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. ‘This is what guys want, right?’ she looked at her breasts and sighed, they were huge. A lot of her friends used to say they wanted boobs like her, she didn’t understand why though. They were huge and annoying. Guys, half of the time, only wanted to date her because of it. They got in the way so much, and it was crazy to run with them jumping up and down. ‘Maybe I can get a reduction,’ she sighed, ‘maybe a guy would like me for something more than just my body.’ She decided it wasn’t worth worrying about right now because she was supposed to have fun tonight. She sighed and draped her robe around her body; she tied it up and walked to her room to get ready for the party tonight.
Faye pulled out the tank top and the pants she had thought about wearing. She put them on and looked in the mirror. The sea green color definitely brought out her hair color. She found a black belt and put it on. Faye pick up her jewelry box and set it on her bed, she opened it up and pulled out some rubber bracelets. Some people called them sex bracelets or fuck bracelets and if a guy ripped one of them off you had a short amount of time to get it back from him or you’d have to have sex with him. Of course nobody really did that but it was a fun little story that guys made up to try and get some. She slid the bracelets on. She pulled out a simple black choker and put it around her neck. She looked in the mirror and was content with what she saw. It was going on seven thirty and Vicious would be there soon to pick her up for the party.
Time had passed and Faye had finished getting ready. Her hair and teeth were brushed and she looked perfect. Seeing vicious pull up through the window she left the house with a small bag of stuff. She told her mom she’d be at her friend’s house and that Vicious was going to give her a ride there. Her mother was a nice understanding woman and didn’t argue with her about it. She merely said be careful and have fun. Faye opened the passenger car door and threw the bag of stuff in the back seat. She sat down and closed the door.
“Hey,” he said in a friendly voice.
“Hey,” she said back kissing his cheek.
“Ready to go?”
“Yep.”
With so little said they sped off in the direction of the party.
* *
Spike pulled on a black Less Than Jake T-shirt and looked in the mirror. He wore the T-shirt, some faded black pants that were comfortably baggy, and his hair was still messy and green. He was about to take a ride over to where the party was being held to see if it were worth actually going in when the phone rang. He sighed and thought about not even answering it. Unfortunately he had to wonder if it was his dad calling. He walked over and picked it up.
“Hello?” he said into the phone.
“Hey, Spike, it’s Joey.”
“Hi, Joe.” Spike said not really interested in talking to him at the moment.
“Listen dude, you know how Julia left?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Me’n a few of the guys thought we seen her. We were driven by her house and we seen her, or what looked to be her from behind, heading into her house.”
Spike stood there for a moment. He didn’t speak or move he just stared a head of him.
“Spike..?”
“…Spike?”
“ Spike!”
Spike snapped out of his trance and answered with, “You aren’t lying to me are you?”
“Nah man, seriously, we think we seen her, we don’t know if it was really her going inside the house.”
“Bye.” Spike hung up the phone without even caring to hear a good bye or more to the story
* *
Faye looked around. They were now parked in front of the house where the party was being held. It was just getting dark and there were already plenty of cars parked outside the house. She watched as groups of people walked across the lawn to get to the door of the house. She looked up to see the second story of the huge house. It was nice looking, probably had a billion rooms inside of it. She sighed wishing she lived in a place like that. Vicious got out of the car and walked around to open her door for her. He helped her out of the car and closed the door behind her. They walked up to the house together and walked inside with a group of people who had been let in by the owner of the house.
Inside there were people dancing and standing around talking. The music was loud and it was hard to hear whomever you were talking to. Some of the teenagers running around the house had been playing a game or a prank and were giggling and snickering at whatever they had done. Faye smiled as Vicious left to go talk to somebody. He had offered to get her a drink while in the kitchen but she refused and decided to stand near the staircase. She watched as the party continued to run wild.
* *
“Do I call her?” Spike asked himself.
“Do I just go to her house?”
“Maybe I should call and then go to her house?”
“What if I’m getting my hopes up and she really isn’t back yet?”
“Why hasn’t she called me yet?”
“Wait, if she just got back maybe she’s too tired to call.”
Spike sighed and plowed his fingers through his hair. He paced the length of the living room with long strides. He was nervous and it was killing him. He really didn’t know what to do.
“Does she even want to see me?”
Spike sat down on the floor and looked at the carpet. He didn’t know why he was acting like this but for some reason he was afraid to go see her.
“Maybe she found someone else while there.”
“No, she loves me, she wouldn’t do that.”
“What if her parents sent her away so she wouldn’t see me, maybe they don’t want me to see her?”
“But they were so nice and they seemed like they actually liked me.”
Spike needed to find out but wasn’t sure how to, so he sat on the carpet for a long time just thinking about all of the questions, and the answers she might have for him.
* *
Time was passing by fast as Faye danced with Vicious in the large crowd of teenagers. They didn’t really dance together because a slow song hadn’t played yet, but they danced near each other as if they were dancing together. Most of the songs were pop-punk songs and a few rap songs were played. Faye pulled her hair back away from her face. She we getting really hot from all the dancing, there were so many people crowded in the room it seemed like they were generating a heater with their body heat. Faye sat down on a near by couch and pulled out a rubber chicken from under her leg. She held it up and looked at it wondering why it was there, she tossed it away deciding she didn’t want to know.
Vicious sat down handing Faye a drink he had gotten for her. “Here,” he said handing it to her.
“Thanks,” she accepted the drink and drank it down in no time at all. “What time is it?” She asked.
“Almost nine thirty,” He grinned. “You wanna dance some more?”
“Sure!” She stood up with him and they joined the crowd once again.
* *
Spike looked at the clock. He didn’t want to call so late but it seemed to late to go to her house as well. He needed to know though. He had to see it with his own eyes. Talking on the phone with her just wouldn’t be enough. And that’s when he decided to go see if she were really home.
Spike stood up and grabbed his keys from the kitchen table. He walked out into the garage and hoped into his old car. He’d go see if she were really home tonight.
* *
Faye and Vicious had been dancing for a while and Faye wasn’t feeling as well as she looked. She noticed Vicious had seemed impatient about something but whenever she asked he’d say nothing and continue to dance. She felt like she was getting a head ache and every now and then her vision would blur. She really didn’t want to ruin his fun but she didn’t feel well at all.
“Vicious?”
“Yeah?”
“Could we sit down? I’m not feeling well.”
“Uh… Sure, ok. Are you alright?” He asked.
“I’ve got a headache and the music is making my head pound.” She rubbed her temples as they headed for the couch.
“Why don’t we go upstairs? If we go up there the music wont be so loud and you can lay down.” He smiled down at her.
She smiled weakly and nodded to agree. Vicious kindly helped her to the stairs. Slowly they climbed together and worked to dodge drunken kids and pranksters.
* *
Spike pulled into the end of Julia’s drive way. He turned the car off and sat and watched her house for a second. He didn’t know whether to get out yet or not. It was slowly turning 10 o’clock and he was afraid her parents would be angry. At the same time he didn’t care if her parents hated him, just as long as he got to see her and be with her.
Opening the car door he stood up slowly and closed it as quietly as he could. He walked up casually and knocked on the door. He waited a few minutes and knocked again. He listened through the door and heard soft footsteps coming closer. He stood back and waited for the door to open.
Slowly the door opened and blonde hair and two blue eyes peered from behind it. Spike looked in shock. He grinned and said, “Hey.” In a cool voice as if to say he had waited patiently and was glad she was back, in a Spike kind of way. Inside the house it was dark and hard to see her. But from what he could see she looked worried.
“Hey,” came her soft reply.
He smiled but wondered why she wasn’t coming out from behind the door.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
He frowned, “I stopped by, I heard you were back and I wanted to see you. It’s been at least eight months.”
“I know,” she seemed to shrink back. “But it would have been better if you had called.”
He looked at her skeptically.
* *
Vicious had helped Faye up to a room in the upstairs away from everyone. They were now alone in a room that looked really nice with it’s soft, cream-colored carpet and pink, floral designed curtains. The bed was big and soft and the small lamps on the sides of the bed gave the room a soft yellow glow. Faye looked around at it all and wished she could see better. Her vision blurred more and she felt ill. Her headache was getting worse but she also felt tired. She laid down slowly and could barely make out Vicious sitting next to her on the side of the bed. He was rubbing her side and stomach. She felt his weight leave the bed, but then she felt his hands at her ankles, he was taking her shoes off and laying them on the floor. He was saying something but she couldn’t make out what it was. She was scared and wished she had stayed home. Her eyes drifted shut as she felt something touching the bare skin of her stomach.
* *
Spike stood at the door watching Julia’s face. He couldn’t see anything other than her face because she kept the rest of her body hidden behind the door. He tried to peer around it but she would back away and close the door a little more.
“Why don’t you come out?” he asked trying to look around the door again.
“It’s too cold out there, I’m not feeling well right now.” She lied. He knew right away that it was a lie too.
“Well, would it be ok if I came in?” He asked.
“I don’t want to get you sick, I’m sorry.”
“Oh it’s ok. I’ll let it go…”
She sighed seeming relieved by him being ok with her answers.
“… If you tell me what’s really bothering you.” He ended.
Her eyes seemed to widen and she didn’t know what to do. “W.. What do you mean? I told you I’m sick.”
“You’re lying, c’mon Julia, I know you. So what’s wrong?”
* *
Faye opened her eyes once again to see blurry colors mixing together. She felt slightly cold and didn’t really know why. She lifted her head to see what was touching her. All she could make out was a fuzzy white and black mixing together hovering over her cold frail body. Her headache was gone but she found it incredibly hard to move or stay awake. She was scared but couldn’t get the words out to say anything.
* *
‘Why wont she tell me what’s going on?” he thought.
“I… I… um… Nothing’s wrong, really.”
Spike looked at her for a long moment. He reached up and grabbed the door. He felt her add pressure to it as if she didn’t want him opening it. He pushed lightly on it to test it and she put her full body weight on it and shut the door completely.
“Something is definitely wrong,” he told himself.
He opened the door, as he did so it pushed Julia back and she struggled to stay standing. She backed up as quickly as she could and turned around so her back was facing him. Her arms were folded over her stomach and her face was turned down towards the ground.
“What’s going on, Julia,” he asked softly. He took a few steps forward and put his hand on her shoulder. She was shaking but she didn’t seem to be crying. He tried to turn her around but she refused to move. He looked at her from behind and he wished he could fix whatever was wrong, but he couldn’t, because he had no idea what was bothering her.
“Tell me what’s going on.” he goaded.
She hesitated but turned around. She took her time and never looked up. He looked down upon her and when he finally noticed it, he was shocked and angry at the same time.
“How?” he asked.
* *
Vicious had taken Faye’s shirt off and was kissing her neck and shoulders. Faye still wasn’t completely asleep and could still make out what was going on. She just couldn’t do anything to stop it. She felt his hands climb up to her breasts and squeeze lightly. He rubbed he left breast as he used his other to support his weight over her. He continued to shower her neck and shoulder with kisses and he slowly made his way down to her chest.
‘This isn’t right…’ Faye said tiredly in her mind. She couldn’t open her eyes at all but she could still feel what was going on. She now wondered if this was planned and if it was something in the drink that was making her feel like this.
* *
Julia looked up briefly with sad eyes. She looked down at the floor and still hadn’t answered his question. She was still shaking but it wasn’t from crying. She seemed scared but tried not to show it.
“How did it happen, Julia?” He asked grabbing her shoulders. He gritted his teeth. He was angry and heartbroken. “We never did anything like that so I know that it isn’t mine, so whose is it?” he asked his words harsh and strained as he tried to hold back his anger and hurt.
She was silent still and he was becoming impatient. He gripped her shoulders tighter waiting for the answer. He heard a small murmur and asked for her to repeat it louder.
“My parents made me stay with my Aunt and Uncle for the eight months I was away. They were ashamed of me and didn’t want the people here to know about it. I’m here now because my parents wanted to be there when the baby was due.” She spoke calmly trying to hide how scared she was. She thought the story might make him forget about who’s it was. But it didn’t.
“Who’s is it, Julia?” He asked again.
Murmur.
“Who’s?”
“…Vicious ’.”
Julia never looked up; she was too ashamed to look him in the eyes. Spike let his hands drop to his sides. He stared down at her blankly. Slowly he backed away from her, looking at her in disgust he grabbed the open door behind him and opened it so he could leave. His eyes never wavered as he backed out of the door. “How could you?” He asked before turning around and walking away sharply to his car. He’d find Vicious and kill him.
* *
Vicious stripped his shirt away and threw it to the floor. He grinned down at Faye. As she laid there her breasts overflowed the top of her bra. She tried to say something but it only came out as a low moan of protest. He grinned, the drug had worked just like the guy said it would and now she couldn’t give him some lame excuse. He had caught on to her game and was tired of being teased. He hated when women did that, so now he was taking control and going for what he wanted. He grasped the straps of her bra and moved them down her shoulders. Faye was his for the taking, and he wasn’t going to waist anymore time.
Leaving her bra on her moved to her pants. He unbuckled her belt and undid the button of her pants. He pulled on the zipper and grasped the pant legs. Giving a good yank he pulled them down to her ankles revealing a lacy see-through pair of black panties and creamy, silky smooth legs. He pulled the pants from her feet and took them completely off discarding them on the floor.
He sat up and looked at her. Her pale skin was smooth and the lacy undergarments looked superb against her skin. He licked his lips, “you’re something else.”
* *
Spike walked in through the front door. He had seen Vicious’ car parked in front of the house. He looked around the crowded house and tried to find somebody he knew.
He tapped Joey on the shoulder, “Have you seen Vicious?” He yelled over the loud music.
Joey shook his head no and turned back to the person he was talking to.
Spike walked around looking for someone who might be able to tell him where Vicious was when he remembered Vicious saying something about an upstairs bedroom. Spike looked for the stairs leading to the second story; he climbed up the stairs and found four doors. He banged on the first one and waited to see if Vicious would answer. He was angry but he really didn’t want to walk in on some unsuspecting kids going at it.
“This rooms taken! Find another one!” Some guy who wasn’t Vicious answered form the other side.
Spike walked over and banged even harder on the next door getting even more angry and impatient.
“What do you want?” came an annoyed voiced form another male who wasn’t Vicious again.
Spike knocked on the third one and this time he got the answer he was looking for. Spike gritted his teeth and tried to twist the knob. When he found it was locked he backed away and lifted his leg in a swift kick. The doorknob broke and the door swung open. Vicious looked up surprised and stood up when he seen it was Spike.
“What the hell, Spike?!”
“What the hell, Vicious?!” Spike mocked him.
“If this is about Faye then I think you’ve finally lost it Spike,” Vicious had calmed down and started to chuckle.
“This has nothing to do with Faye… This is all about me, you… and Julia.” Spike spoke in a low dark tone that would have given even the scariest of people the chills.
Vicious grinned and began to laugh, “That slut? What’s wrong, Spike, mad she didn’t give you any?”
Spike balled his fist up and lunged at Vicious, “You BASTARD!” He swung and the punch connected with Vicious face.
Vicious Stepped back as his head snapped to one side. He looked back and ducked just as Spike was delivering a high kick that was meant for Vicious head. Vicious Punched Spike in the jaw and Spike returned with the same.
Faye looked threw blurry eyes and seen a flash of dark green moving with something that was white. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep unable to stay awake any longer.
Spike and Vicious continued to fight telling each other how much they had hated the other. Vicious seemed to enjoy making Spike hate him. It was something he seemed to live for. And all Spike wanted was to rip Vicious’ heart out and make him eat it for all the pain he had caused.
“I’ll kill you!” Spike jumped on Vicious one last time making him fall to the floor. Spike landed on top of him and sat up straddling over Vicious. Spike held Vicious’ neck as he drew his fist back as far as he could. He brought it down to punch Vicious over and over. Blood flowed through Vicious’ mouth and nose and splashed droplets onto the carpet and some on Spike’s face. His fist was sore and stained with Vicious’ blood. Soon Vicious’ buddies ran into the room dragging Spike off of the now unconscious Vicious. They dragged Vicious out and ran away when Spike threatened to kill all of them.
Spike sat on the carpet and looked around. He hadn’t really noticed it but Faye had been on the bed the whole time. He looked up to see her in only a pair of black panties. Her clothes were strewn on the floor and she was asleep. Her body was limp as one of her legs hung off of the bed and the other was bent at the knee still lying on the bed. Her arms were up and her hands rest at the sides of her head. He soon realized what Vicious had tried to do. He looked at Faye for a long time, and he thought of leaving her there like that. But he didn’t think it safe and in a way he felt sorry for her. He gathered her clothes after he found something to wipe the blood away and got her dressed. He tried hard not to look at her body but he couldn’t figure out what went where, so he was forced to look. His cheeks grew warm as a tint of red covered them. He slipped her tank top on and pulled her pants onto her legs. He buttoned the pants but didn’t bother to do anything else. He placed her shoes onto her feet and picked her sleeping body up. Grabbing her bra that lay forgotten on the bed he left the room with her in his arms.
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Phew! That was a really long chapter! That should make up for a lot of things ^^.
Set-chan
REVISION STATEMENT: I've decided this chapter will be by itself since it is long enough on it's own. I'm sure this was probably the best chapter out of the whole story. Therefore I will only make it better by fixing typos and possibly takin gout corny dialogue.
Bebop HighBy: Setryochi
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It was Friday night and Faye sat home alone watching the tube. She sighed thinking about the past week. Vicious seemed to be wanting to get in her pants more than he wanted to even be with her. She had been suspecting him of only wanting what many guys have only wanted from her. She rolled her eyes, she had made up the lamest excuses that week to keep him from trying anymore than what she felt she was ready for at the moment. He had invited her over almost every night and every time she had to make up and even more unbelievable excuse. She was surprised to see he had fallen for it every time. He still kind of gave her the creeps though. She couldn’t put her finger on it but something didn’t seem right about him.
* *
Spike sighed, Friday night, all alone, its summer and the party’s tomorrow night. Spike sighed, “Maybe there’s something on the tube.” He searched his bed lazily looking for the remote with his hands. He felt around until his fingers touched the cool, smooth plastic of the small channel changer. He picked it up and turned the TV on, immediately he began flipping through channels hoping to find something interesting on. He watched the screen blankly as the room flashed from dark to light every time the channel was switched. Finding some old cartoons on Cartoon Network he placed the remote down on the bed next to him and watched silently. He wasn’t paying attention to it but every once in a while something would happen and it would catch his eye causing him to snap awake to see what was really going on. He smirked as the suave wolf tried desperately to get the hot dancing girl on stage but was always stopped by Droopy. He had to admit that for a cartoon the dancing girl was pretty hot and he’d probably chase after her as well. She kind of reminded him of Faye. She looked innocent and dangerous at the same time. Like some kind of movie actress in one of those spy movies where the woman always looks harmless but turns out to be a seductress hired to kill off the main character. Much like the movie actresses Faye had the long sexy legs, the big--not too big-- breasts, the thin, lean body, smooth skin coating it nicely. She was pretty hot- Ack! What was Spike doing thinking about Faye like that? He hated Faye! She was a devil, shrew woman there to make his life miserable! Spike sighed and banged his head into the pillow he had been squeezing between his head and the bed. “Stupid!” He began to spit out every time he hit the pillow, “Dumb! Shrew! Woman! Argh!!!” He pulled the pillow over his head and screamed into it frustrated. He was thinking about her now and he couldn’t stop. He was supposed to hate her, not want her like he did.
“Think of Julia!” he told himself. ‘She nice, she’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s always caring. She is trustworthy and always there when I’ve needed her. Except for now but it’s an exception. She has long blonde hair and seems like an angel.’ He chuckled to himself, Julia was like an angel while Faye was like a devil and he was torn between the two. ‘Wait… I don’t like Faye like that so I can’t be torn between the two. Plus I love Julia and Julia loves me and Faye is a royal bitch from the trailer park! Ha, there’s no comparison. Still… Faye and I did share a kiss, just a small one though. And it was quick! Her lips were soft and stuff. Wait! What is this?’ He looked between the two women in his head as they argued back and forth. Julia was wearing a white robe with a halo floating over her head while Faye wore a black leather dominatrix suit with read horns on her head and a tail wrapping slightly around her body. Julia did look sweet and innocent in that robe, but Faye looked damned sexy in that suit. ‘Shit!’ he clenched his eyes shut, ‘I don’t like Faye!’ he began to chant. Over and over he repeated it in his head until, “I DON’T LIKE FAYE!!!” He yelled aloud just wanting some peace and quite in his head for once. He opened his eyes that he had jammed shut while screaming and looked around the room.
The door burst open, “Are you alright Mr. Spiegel?” the maid yelled running into the room thinking something was terribly wrong with him.
“I’m fine, Rosita,” he stated waving her away.
“Are you sure?” she asked wanting to know for sure.
“Yes, I’m fine, I’m going to bed now so just shut the door and things will be great.”
“Ok, g’night sir.” She closed the door as he mumbled a goodnight to her.
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Faye climbed sluggishly into bed and yawned pulling the covers up her legs. She looked at the clock and rolled her eyes at the time. She didn’t know how she managed to go to sleep at such hours and wake up so early. It was going on one in the morning and she had stayed up watching those old cartoons they show on Cartoon Network. Ed stayed till about 12 and decided she was too tired to watch anymore and had gone to bed leaving Faye to stay up and think. She started out thinking about what she was going to wear to the party tomorrow night and ended thinking about that low-life Spike. She had wanted to wear pants to the party and then changed her mind to a skirt or dress. Then she wondered if anything bad would happen, so she thought pants were more appropriate. She decided on pants and a bright, blue green spaghetti strap tank top. She wanted to put on a black belt and wear comfortable shoes so her black, low cut, converses (Chucks) would do. She smiled tiredly, ‘I think Vicious will dig the tank top. Bright colors tend to look very good on Me.’ she thought to herself. ‘I wonder if Spike would like it.’ Sigh.
‘What? Argh! I should slap him the next time I see him! I hate him so much! He’s so rude and inconsiderate and stupid and he should die a horrible death!' Faye screamed in her head wanting to choke him until he was purple! She was annoyed with how he treated her and frustrated after she still thought about him like that after the way he treated her. It wasn’t right and she just wanted him to go away. ‘Why can’t he just go away? It would make my life a hell of a lot easier, not that he’s considerate enough to see that.’ She sighed and decided that if she went to sleep she wouldn’t have to think about any of it. It seemed like a perfect plan and so she put it into action. She pulled the covers all the way up and rolled onto her side. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to over come her.
* *
Spike rolled over and rubbed his eyes. He rubbed until he felt all the sleepy guck in them no more. He opened his eyes and looked around the dark room now filled with lines of light as the sun poured through the cracks of the blinds that hung dust covered over the window. He sat up slowly moving his neck and arching his back to get rid of the stiffness. He yawned and stretched again finally deciding to get up and go to the bathroom. He walked carelessly in a pair of boxers with a picture of Gumby‘s friend horse Pokey on them. Over the little “peek hole” in the boxers had the name “Pokey” written across it. Once in the bathroom he picked up his toothbrush and began preparing it to brush his teeth. After brushing his teeth he splashed water on his face and looked in the mirror.
“Hm… Looks like I haven’t shaved in a while…” he mumbled to himself while examining his chin and neck. He hadn’t shaved in quite a while and it showed greatly. The hair wasn’t stubble anymore but it wasn’t long hairs either. For lack of better words it was the kind of the mid-hairy thing going on. He leaned over and opened a cabinet and pulled out the shaving cream. He found his long lost razor and set it aside to put the cream on his face first before using it.
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“Wake up! Wake up!” Ed jumped on Faye’s bed. Faye groggily pulled her pillow out from under her head and tossed it carelessly at Ed. The pillow flew right passed Ed not in the least coming close enough to hit her. Ed continued to jump on the bed until Faye rolled out and stood up with half lidded eyes. She looked at Ed and scowled at the orange haired girl.
“Don’t just do something! Stand there!” Ed yelled and saluted for good measure.
Faye was too tired to try and figure out what the girl was talking about and just headed out of the room and to the bathroom where she could freshen up. She planned to freshen up then wake up then- or she figured she’d go out today, then freshen up, then wake up? Aw hell she’d figure it out once she got to the bathroom!
Faye emerged from the bathroom thinking clearly now. She could have slapped herself for putting shaving cream in her hair thinking it was the shampoo when she had taken a shower this morning. She wondered if other women had this kind of thinking problem in the morning.
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Spike left the bathroom for the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. He was starving and whatever was cooking smelt good. Normally he didn’t eat too much in the morning but he felt like he could eat a horse. Reaching the kitchen he trotted in and made himself a glass of orange juice, “What’s cooking?” he asked Rosita as she handled a pan over the stove.
“Sausage, bacon, eggs, and I have toast in the toaster.” She said, her accent slurring her words.
“I see,” he said sitting down across from his dad. He was surprised to see the man sitting behind the newspaper enjoying coffee at the kitchen table. He normally would have just grabbed coffee and left for the office or where ever it was he went. Spike didn’t pry into what his father did and his father didn’t pry into what he did. They just simply lived in the same house together. The only time his dad did seem to care was when Spike got into trouble or was making grades so bad that the teachers were making phone calls home.
Rosita brought over a plate with the bacon and sausage on it and set another plate down with the eggs. She brought over the toast and left behind with it two pitchers, one with orange juice and the other with milk in it. The table had already been set so she didn’t have to bring anything else to the table unless asked to.
Spike piled food onto his plate and his father never seemed to notice he was even sitting across from him. Spike shoveled in food like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Spike heard the rustling of his father’s newspaper and looked up as his father was checking his watch.
“Thanks for the coffee, Rosita!” he yelled into the kitchen. “Oh, good morning Spike, didn’t hear you come in.” He looked at his watch again and then back to Spike, “I’ll be gone all weekend, if you need anything-”
“Just ask Rosita,” Spike finished for him knowing the speech by heart. He rolled his eyes.
His father smiled seemingly not noticing his son’s resent for him. “I’ll see ya soon.” His father waved and left the kitchen to go to his car parked in the garage. Spike sighed and continued to eat his breakfast.
* *
“Ok, see ya. Bye.” Faye hung up the phone. She had just been speaking to Vicious who seemed more suspicious then usual. It was going on six o’clock and the party started at eight. Faye really wanted to go so she could see some of her friends and maybe make some new ones. She paced around the house most of the time waiting for the clock to strike eight. She was going insane and thought she might start acting like Ed if she didn’t do something.
Ed watched as Faye walked across the room, turned around, and walked back to the other side. She turned her head following Faye as she repeatedly walked back and forth. “What’s Faye-Faye doing?” She asked tilting her head to the side.
Faye stopped and looked at Ed, “I’m trying to think of something to do.” Faye sighed and began pacing again.
“Faye-Faye can play with Edward!” Ed jumped up her arms flaring out as she grinned happily.
Faye stopped and looked at the girl as if she had suddenly changed color. “Sorry Ed, I need a shower!” Faye walked away quickly to go take a shower. She suddenly had the urge to, or maybe she just needed an excuse to get away from Ed. She figured that if she took a half hour in the shower, she’d have an hour and a half to get ready for the party. It was planned out perfectly.
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Spike sat on the couch watching the TV uninterestedly. It was just more repeats and that’s all that was ever on. He was so bored that he was even thinking of going to that party. He sighed and laid down on the couch. Spike grumbled, the phone was ringing and he just didn’t feel like answering. Getting up he stared at the phone as it rang over and over. He walked over and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Spike, what’s up?”
“Nothing, what’d you want?” He asked a little annoyed that Vicious had called him during his time when he was bored but didn’t want to do anything.
“You gunna go to the party?”
“I was thinking about it. If I decide to go I’ll show up.”
“Oh, I’m finally gunna get Faye tonight. I’m havin’ the boys guard a room in the up stairs of the house. When she’s ready we’re goin’ up and of course you know the rest.” He chuckled.
“You guys talked about doing this, huh?” Spike rolled his eyes.
“Not quite but she’ll agree, I just know it.” Vicious seemed to be chuckling or stifling laughter or something.
“Oh, of course. I’m kinda busy, I gotta go.” Spike waited for Vicious’ good-bye and hung up. He sighed and sat back to watch some more of the soap opera he had found when flipping through the channels.
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Faye stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She had spent a little more time in the shower than she had expected to. She patted her body dry and pressed another towel into her hair to soak up some of the water. Using the same towel to wiped the mirror clear, it slowly fogged back up and she wiped it again. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. ‘This is what guys want, right?’ she looked at her breasts and sighed, they were huge. A lot of her friends used to say they wanted boobs like her, she didn’t understand why though. They were huge and annoying. Guys, half of the time, only wanted to date her because of it. They got in the way so much, and it was crazy to run with them jumping up and down. ‘Maybe I can get a reduction,’ she sighed, ‘maybe a guy would like me for something more than just my body.’ She decided it wasn’t worth worrying about right now because she was supposed to have fun tonight. She sighed and draped her robe around her body; she tied it up and walked to her room to get ready for the party tonight.
Faye pulled out the tank top and the pants she had thought about wearing. She put them on and looked in the mirror. The sea green color definitely brought out her hair color. She found a black belt and put it on. Faye pick up her jewelry box and set it on her bed, she opened it up and pulled out some rubber bracelets. Some people called them sex bracelets or fuck bracelets and if a guy ripped one of them off you had a short amount of time to get it back from him or you’d have to have sex with him. Of course nobody really did that but it was a fun little story that guys made up to try and get some. She slid the bracelets on. She pulled out a simple black choker and put it around her neck. She looked in the mirror and was content with what she saw. It was going on seven thirty and Vicious would be there soon to pick her up for the party.
Time had passed and Faye had finished getting ready. Her hair and teeth were brushed and she looked perfect. Seeing vicious pull up through the window she left the house with a small bag of stuff. She told her mom she’d be at her friend’s house and that Vicious was going to give her a ride there. Her mother was a nice understanding woman and didn’t argue with her about it. She merely said be careful and have fun. Faye opened the passenger car door and threw the bag of stuff in the back seat. She sat down and closed the door.
“Hey,” he said in a friendly voice.
“Hey,” she said back kissing his cheek.
“Ready to go?”
“Yep.”
With so little said they sped off in the direction of the party.
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Spike pulled on a black Less Than Jake T-shirt and looked in the mirror. He wore the T-shirt, some faded black pants that were comfortably baggy, and his hair was still messy and green. He was about to take a ride over to where the party was being held to see if it were worth actually going in when the phone rang. He sighed and thought about not even answering it. Unfortunately he had to wonder if it was his dad calling. He walked over and picked it up.
“Hello?” he said into the phone.
“Hey, Spike, it’s Joey.”
“Hi, Joe.” Spike said not really interested in talking to him at the moment.
“Listen dude, you know how Julia left?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Me’n a few of the guys thought we seen her. We were driven by her house and we seen her, or what looked to be her from behind, heading into her house.”
Spike stood there for a moment. He didn’t speak or move he just stared a head of him.
“Spike..?”
“…Spike?”
“ Spike!”
Spike snapped out of his trance and answered with, “You aren’t lying to me are you?”
“Nah man, seriously, we think we seen her, we don’t know if it was really her going inside the house.”
“Bye.” Spike hung up the phone without even caring to hear a good bye or more to the story
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Faye looked around. They were now parked in front of the house where the party was being held. It was just getting dark and there were already plenty of cars parked outside the house. She watched as groups of people walked across the lawn to get to the door of the house. She looked up to see the second story of the huge house. It was nice looking, probably had a billion rooms inside of it. She sighed wishing she lived in a place like that. Vicious got out of the car and walked around to open her door for her. He helped her out of the car and closed the door behind her. They walked up to the house together and walked inside with a group of people who had been let in by the owner of the house.
Inside there were people dancing and standing around talking. The music was loud and it was hard to hear whomever you were talking to. Some of the teenagers running around the house had been playing a game or a prank and were giggling and snickering at whatever they had done. Faye smiled as Vicious left to go talk to somebody. He had offered to get her a drink while in the kitchen but she refused and decided to stand near the staircase. She watched as the party continued to run wild.
* *
“Do I call her?” Spike asked himself.
“Do I just go to her house?”
“Maybe I should call and then go to her house?”
“What if I’m getting my hopes up and she really isn’t back yet?”
“Why hasn’t she called me yet?”
“Wait, if she just got back maybe she’s too tired to call.”
Spike sighed and plowed his fingers through his hair. He paced the length of the living room with long strides. He was nervous and it was killing him. He really didn’t know what to do.
“Does she even want to see me?”
Spike sat down on the floor and looked at the carpet. He didn’t know why he was acting like this but for some reason he was afraid to go see her.
“Maybe she found someone else while there.”
“No, she loves me, she wouldn’t do that.”
“What if her parents sent her away so she wouldn’t see me, maybe they don’t want me to see her?”
“But they were so nice and they seemed like they actually liked me.”
Spike needed to find out but wasn’t sure how to, so he sat on the carpet for a long time just thinking about all of the questions, and the answers she might have for him.
* *
Time was passing by fast as Faye danced with Vicious in the large crowd of teenagers. They didn’t really dance together because a slow song hadn’t played yet, but they danced near each other as if they were dancing together. Most of the songs were pop-punk songs and a few rap songs were played. Faye pulled her hair back away from her face. She we getting really hot from all the dancing, there were so many people crowded in the room it seemed like they were generating a heater with their body heat. Faye sat down on a near by couch and pulled out a rubber chicken from under her leg. She held it up and looked at it wondering why it was there, she tossed it away deciding she didn’t want to know.
Vicious sat down handing Faye a drink he had gotten for her. “Here,” he said handing it to her.
“Thanks,” she accepted the drink and drank it down in no time at all. “What time is it?” She asked.
“Almost nine thirty,” He grinned. “You wanna dance some more?”
“Sure!” She stood up with him and they joined the crowd once again.
* *
Spike looked at the clock. He didn’t want to call so late but it seemed to late to go to her house as well. He needed to know though. He had to see it with his own eyes. Talking on the phone with her just wouldn’t be enough. And that’s when he decided to go see if she were really home.
Spike stood up and grabbed his keys from the kitchen table. He walked out into the garage and hoped into his old car. He’d go see if she were really home tonight.
* *
Faye and Vicious had been dancing for a while and Faye wasn’t feeling as well as she looked. She noticed Vicious had seemed impatient about something but whenever she asked he’d say nothing and continue to dance. She felt like she was getting a head ache and every now and then her vision would blur. She really didn’t want to ruin his fun but she didn’t feel well at all.
“Vicious?”
“Yeah?”
“Could we sit down? I’m not feeling well.”
“Uh… Sure, ok. Are you alright?” He asked.
“I’ve got a headache and the music is making my head pound.” She rubbed her temples as they headed for the couch.
“Why don’t we go upstairs? If we go up there the music wont be so loud and you can lay down.” He smiled down at her.
She smiled weakly and nodded to agree. Vicious kindly helped her to the stairs. Slowly they climbed together and worked to dodge drunken kids and pranksters.
* *
Spike pulled into the end of Julia’s drive way. He turned the car off and sat and watched her house for a second. He didn’t know whether to get out yet or not. It was slowly turning 10 o’clock and he was afraid her parents would be angry. At the same time he didn’t care if her parents hated him, just as long as he got to see her and be with her.
Opening the car door he stood up slowly and closed it as quietly as he could. He walked up casually and knocked on the door. He waited a few minutes and knocked again. He listened through the door and heard soft footsteps coming closer. He stood back and waited for the door to open.
Slowly the door opened and blonde hair and two blue eyes peered from behind it. Spike looked in shock. He grinned and said, “Hey.” In a cool voice as if to say he had waited patiently and was glad she was back, in a Spike kind of way. Inside the house it was dark and hard to see her. But from what he could see she looked worried.
“Hey,” came her soft reply.
He smiled but wondered why she wasn’t coming out from behind the door.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
He frowned, “I stopped by, I heard you were back and I wanted to see you. It’s been at least eight months.”
“I know,” she seemed to shrink back. “But it would have been better if you had called.”
He looked at her skeptically.
* *
Vicious had helped Faye up to a room in the upstairs away from everyone. They were now alone in a room that looked really nice with it’s soft, cream-colored carpet and pink, floral designed curtains. The bed was big and soft and the small lamps on the sides of the bed gave the room a soft yellow glow. Faye looked around at it all and wished she could see better. Her vision blurred more and she felt ill. Her headache was getting worse but she also felt tired. She laid down slowly and could barely make out Vicious sitting next to her on the side of the bed. He was rubbing her side and stomach. She felt his weight leave the bed, but then she felt his hands at her ankles, he was taking her shoes off and laying them on the floor. He was saying something but she couldn’t make out what it was. She was scared and wished she had stayed home. Her eyes drifted shut as she felt something touching the bare skin of her stomach.
* *
Spike stood at the door watching Julia’s face. He couldn’t see anything other than her face because she kept the rest of her body hidden behind the door. He tried to peer around it but she would back away and close the door a little more.
“Why don’t you come out?” he asked trying to look around the door again.
“It’s too cold out there, I’m not feeling well right now.” She lied. He knew right away that it was a lie too.
“Well, would it be ok if I came in?” He asked.
“I don’t want to get you sick, I’m sorry.”
“Oh it’s ok. I’ll let it go…”
She sighed seeming relieved by him being ok with her answers.
“… If you tell me what’s really bothering you.” He ended.
Her eyes seemed to widen and she didn’t know what to do. “W.. What do you mean? I told you I’m sick.”
“You’re lying, c’mon Julia, I know you. So what’s wrong?”
* *
Faye opened her eyes once again to see blurry colors mixing together. She felt slightly cold and didn’t really know why. She lifted her head to see what was touching her. All she could make out was a fuzzy white and black mixing together hovering over her cold frail body. Her headache was gone but she found it incredibly hard to move or stay awake. She was scared but couldn’t get the words out to say anything.
* *
‘Why wont she tell me what’s going on?” he thought.
“I… I… um… Nothing’s wrong, really.”
Spike looked at her for a long moment. He reached up and grabbed the door. He felt her add pressure to it as if she didn’t want him opening it. He pushed lightly on it to test it and she put her full body weight on it and shut the door completely.
“Something is definitely wrong,” he told himself.
He opened the door, as he did so it pushed Julia back and she struggled to stay standing. She backed up as quickly as she could and turned around so her back was facing him. Her arms were folded over her stomach and her face was turned down towards the ground.
“What’s going on, Julia,” he asked softly. He took a few steps forward and put his hand on her shoulder. She was shaking but she didn’t seem to be crying. He tried to turn her around but she refused to move. He looked at her from behind and he wished he could fix whatever was wrong, but he couldn’t, because he had no idea what was bothering her.
“Tell me what’s going on.” he goaded.
She hesitated but turned around. She took her time and never looked up. He looked down upon her and when he finally noticed it, he was shocked and angry at the same time.
“How?” he asked.
* *
Vicious had taken Faye’s shirt off and was kissing her neck and shoulders. Faye still wasn’t completely asleep and could still make out what was going on. She just couldn’t do anything to stop it. She felt his hands climb up to her breasts and squeeze lightly. He rubbed he left breast as he used his other to support his weight over her. He continued to shower her neck and shoulder with kisses and he slowly made his way down to her chest.
‘This isn’t right…’ Faye said tiredly in her mind. She couldn’t open her eyes at all but she could still feel what was going on. She now wondered if this was planned and if it was something in the drink that was making her feel like this.
* *
Julia looked up briefly with sad eyes. She looked down at the floor and still hadn’t answered his question. She was still shaking but it wasn’t from crying. She seemed scared but tried not to show it.
“How did it happen, Julia?” He asked grabbing her shoulders. He gritted his teeth. He was angry and heartbroken. “We never did anything like that so I know that it isn’t mine, so whose is it?” he asked his words harsh and strained as he tried to hold back his anger and hurt.
She was silent still and he was becoming impatient. He gripped her shoulders tighter waiting for the answer. He heard a small murmur and asked for her to repeat it louder.
“My parents made me stay with my Aunt and Uncle for the eight months I was away. They were ashamed of me and didn’t want the people here to know about it. I’m here now because my parents wanted to be there when the baby was due.” She spoke calmly trying to hide how scared she was. She thought the story might make him forget about who’s it was. But it didn’t.
“Who’s is it, Julia?” He asked again.
Murmur.
“Who’s?”
“…Vicious ’.”
Julia never looked up; she was too ashamed to look him in the eyes. Spike let his hands drop to his sides. He stared down at her blankly. Slowly he backed away from her, looking at her in disgust he grabbed the open door behind him and opened it so he could leave. His eyes never wavered as he backed out of the door. “How could you?” He asked before turning around and walking away sharply to his car. He’d find Vicious and kill him.
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Vicious stripped his shirt away and threw it to the floor. He grinned down at Faye. As she laid there her breasts overflowed the top of her bra. She tried to say something but it only came out as a low moan of protest. He grinned, the drug had worked just like the guy said it would and now she couldn’t give him some lame excuse. He had caught on to her game and was tired of being teased. He hated when women did that, so now he was taking control and going for what he wanted. He grasped the straps of her bra and moved them down her shoulders. Faye was his for the taking, and he wasn’t going to waist anymore time.
Leaving her bra on her moved to her pants. He unbuckled her belt and undid the button of her pants. He pulled on the zipper and grasped the pant legs. Giving a good yank he pulled them down to her ankles revealing a lacy see-through pair of black panties and creamy, silky smooth legs. He pulled the pants from her feet and took them completely off discarding them on the floor.
He sat up and looked at her. Her pale skin was smooth and the lacy undergarments looked superb against her skin. He licked his lips, “you’re something else.”
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Spike walked in through the front door. He had seen Vicious’ car parked in front of the house. He looked around the crowded house and tried to find somebody he knew.
He tapped Joey on the shoulder, “Have you seen Vicious?” He yelled over the loud music.
Joey shook his head no and turned back to the person he was talking to.
Spike walked around looking for someone who might be able to tell him where Vicious was when he remembered Vicious saying something about an upstairs bedroom. Spike looked for the stairs leading to the second story; he climbed up the stairs and found four doors. He banged on the first one and waited to see if Vicious would answer. He was angry but he really didn’t want to walk in on some unsuspecting kids going at it.
“This rooms taken! Find another one!” Some guy who wasn’t Vicious answered form the other side.
Spike walked over and banged even harder on the next door getting even more angry and impatient.
“What do you want?” came an annoyed voiced form another male who wasn’t Vicious again.
Spike knocked on the third one and this time he got the answer he was looking for. Spike gritted his teeth and tried to twist the knob. When he found it was locked he backed away and lifted his leg in a swift kick. The doorknob broke and the door swung open. Vicious looked up surprised and stood up when he seen it was Spike.
“What the hell, Spike?!”
“What the hell, Vicious?!” Spike mocked him.
“If this is about Faye then I think you’ve finally lost it Spike,” Vicious had calmed down and started to chuckle.
“This has nothing to do with Faye… This is all about me, you… and Julia.” Spike spoke in a low dark tone that would have given even the scariest of people the chills.
Vicious grinned and began to laugh, “That slut? What’s wrong, Spike, mad she didn’t give you any?”
Spike balled his fist up and lunged at Vicious, “You BASTARD!” He swung and the punch connected with Vicious face.
Vicious Stepped back as his head snapped to one side. He looked back and ducked just as Spike was delivering a high kick that was meant for Vicious head. Vicious Punched Spike in the jaw and Spike returned with the same.
Faye looked threw blurry eyes and seen a flash of dark green moving with something that was white. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep unable to stay awake any longer.
Spike and Vicious continued to fight telling each other how much they had hated the other. Vicious seemed to enjoy making Spike hate him. It was something he seemed to live for. And all Spike wanted was to rip Vicious’ heart out and make him eat it for all the pain he had caused.
“I’ll kill you!” Spike jumped on Vicious one last time making him fall to the floor. Spike landed on top of him and sat up straddling over Vicious. Spike held Vicious’ neck as he drew his fist back as far as he could. He brought it down to punch Vicious over and over. Blood flowed through Vicious’ mouth and nose and splashed droplets onto the carpet and some on Spike’s face. His fist was sore and stained with Vicious’ blood. Soon Vicious’ buddies ran into the room dragging Spike off of the now unconscious Vicious. They dragged Vicious out and ran away when Spike threatened to kill all of them.
Spike sat on the carpet and looked around. He hadn’t really noticed it but Faye had been on the bed the whole time. He looked up to see her in only a pair of black panties. Her clothes were strewn on the floor and she was asleep. Her body was limp as one of her legs hung off of the bed and the other was bent at the knee still lying on the bed. Her arms were up and her hands rest at the sides of her head. He soon realized what Vicious had tried to do. He looked at Faye for a long time, and he thought of leaving her there like that. But he didn’t think it safe and in a way he felt sorry for her. He gathered her clothes after he found something to wipe the blood away and got her dressed. He tried hard not to look at her body but he couldn’t figure out what went where, so he was forced to look. His cheeks grew warm as a tint of red covered them. He slipped her tank top on and pulled her pants onto her legs. He buttoned the pants but didn’t bother to do anything else. He placed her shoes onto her feet and picked her sleeping body up. Grabbing her bra that lay forgotten on the bed he left the room with her in his arms.
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Phew! That was a really long chapter! That should make up for a lot of things ^^.
Set-chan