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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.