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By Ronin
She pushed her way through the syndicate men who stood silently, not quite
sure of what was going on. Kneeling beside him, she hurriedly checked for
any signs of life. Nothing.
Damn you, Spike. Damn you. Damn you and your past!
“Somebody get help!” she screamed at the men around her. She turned back
to the prone form before her. There was blood. So much blood. She cradled
his head in arms, hugging him to her chest. His warm blood stained her clothes,
bathing her legs. There was a large gash across his stomach, and it seemed
his arm was the only thing keeping him from spilling out. Her tears streamed
from her and she wept. There was no help coming, and she knew it. Spike was
dead to the Red Dragon Syndicate. He had died years ago. A dead man can’t
run the Syndicate, even if he is alive. Better that he stay dead this time.
Faye looked up at the men surrounding her and Spike.
“Please,” she whispered, almost inaudibly. Her eyes implored them, but there
was no sympathy in there stony stares. Spike was going to die here. Already
his body was growing cold. No, no, no. Please Spike, please! I need you,
Spike. I need you. Don’t you understand?! I finally know who I am and who
I love!
“Spike...love you.” Her voice was barely distinguishable, even in the silence
around them. She bent over to kiss him, to show him her love, and to give
him the will to return to her. Maybe he would awake and all would be well.
It was a silly notion from a child’s tale she had heard many, many years
ago, but it was all she had. It was her last hope. Her lips touched his as
she gently kissed him. Salty tears, her own, and the metallic taste of blood.
His lips were cold.
Sobs racked her body. She let out a small wail. It sounded so despairing
that a few of the men took a few steps toward her. Spike was with Julia now.
He wouldn’t return to Faye even if he could. Slowly, Faye lowered his head
back down to the ground. She planted a kiss upon his brow and rose to her
feet. Her whole body was numb. But it didn’t matter. She staggered past the
Syndicate men who stepped back out of her way.
Nothing mattered anymore.
Fin.