Disclaimer - Not mine

ANL This happens to be my first CB story, so bear with me, OK? This is AU (alternate universe) so don't get freaked out when things don't match up
I did not make Julia a spineless wimp in this story. She has a backbone (unlike in the series)

By: PimpMasta Popo

It was dark. Hopelessly dark. If Julia's hand's weren't handcuffed behind her, she wouldn't have been able to see her hand in front of her face.
No light, no sound, no movement. Julia lay perfectly still, hoping they would check on her and think she was dead. She hoped she was dead.
She chuckled lightly, breaking the eerie silence. It was funny her mind should register, the word 'dead.' Was dead when you had no soul, or was dead when blood stops pumping through your veins? Julia couldn't answer that. Maybe she was dead. She was robbed her of life, so to speak. Still alive, but without a soul.
She struggled to get up off to cold floor and sat against the nearest wall she could find in the darkness. A few strands of golden blond hair stuck to the dried blood on her face. A tingling feeling made Julia aware of that. Irritated that she couldn't move then with her hands, she tried to grab the hair with her teeth. No such luck. She sighed and leaned against the wall again.

"How long have I been here?" she asked no one in particular. Receiving no answer and not really expecting one, she continued.
"Feels like years," she murmured.

Upon hearing footsteps in the hall, she closed her eyes. Her cell door opened and light came flooding into the small cell.

"Get up," the guard ordered.

Julia squinted, since her eyes were not accustomed to light.

She frowned and stood up with some unnecessary help from the guard.

She watched as he put handcuffs on her. "I'm not that bad of a criminal" she snapped. The guard paid no attention.

She was lead into a large room. It reminded Julia of an interrogation room, without the long glass window. It had two doors, which her captors would walk out of. And there was also a chair in the middle of the room. Julia was familiar with this place. She came, unwillingly, everyday. Everyday she was placed in the chair and was questioned, and beaten, by her two ex-lovers.

Spike and Vicious

The two large doors opened and Spike and Vicious walked in. Vicious gave her a cold stare and Spike leaned on a wall, and watched her calmly.

With such silence that it was beginning to scare her, Vicious circled the chair where she sat, handcuffed.

"This is beginning to become a pattern, Julia," he sneered. Vicious stopped in front of her and smirked.

Julia stayed silent and glared at Vicious. "So, are you ready to tell us?" Vicious asked.

"Tell you what?" Julia asked, innocently.

"Stop fucking, Julia. What's the code? How do we access Mars's government page?" Vicious growled.

"Mind you, this isn't any stupid ass tourist web site. This is the place where they keep track of Mars's gross income.You know if you acsessed it, you could porbally take all the moeny and use it for yourselves," she said sarcastically
"Julia, we know what's on the page," Vicious snapped. "What we need to know is how is how to get on the page."

"Wow," Julia nodded her head sympathetically. "Then you really are screwed, aren't you?"

In a burst of rage, Vicious hit Julia in the face several times. Fresh blood sprang up from her cuts. She recoiled and bit her bottom lip.

"What's the code?" Vicious asked with forced calmness.

Julia raised her head and looked Vicious in the eyes. "Go to hell."

He hit her again.
Vicious took a deep breath and regained his composure. "Do you know how long you've been here, Julia?"

"No, But I can't wait to find out." Julia said, he voice dripping with sarcasm.

"28 days."

"Do I get a prize when I reach a month?"

Letting his anger get the best of him, Vicious hit her again. "You little bitch! This could all end if you would just tell us the fucking code!"

Julia winced in pain. "Do your worst."

She looked up and met Spike's gaze. He seemed slightly amused. Julia tore her gaze away, feeling betrayed.

Two hours later, cuts, fresh bruises, gunshot wounds, and broken bones, left her body screaming in agony.

"This could all stop," Vicious reminded the broken and beaten Julia. "Just tell me the code. Then the pain will end."

Vicious calmly loaded his gun. "You want the pain to end, don't you?"

Julia nodded slowly.

"Then tell me what I have to do."

"You have to..." Julia winced a took a deep breath. " Put on a tutu and sing African tribal songs," she met Vicious's gaze. "Fuck off."

A smirk rose to her bloodstained face, and a disheartening scowl to Vicious's.

He took his sword out of it's scabbard. He made a deep cut on her left arm. She cried out in pain.

"You fucking bitch!!!" he cried, raising his sword once more.

All of a sudden, the door opened and out walked a woman with purple hair and a rather reviling red dress. Vicious put his sword calmly back in it's scabbard. "Faye," he regarded her presence with a nod.

Faye's eyes were wide, and transfixed on Julia. "My God......is she......"

"Dead? Unfortunately, no," Vicious finished for her. "We were just having some fun.

"Fun my ass," Julia scoffed.

"Who asked you to talk?" Vicious growled

"Who asked you to beat the shit outta me?"

"Who asked you to betray me?"

"How long have you two known each other?" Faye interrupted. "You fight like you've been together forever."

"Yeah, well, hell is eternal..." Julia murmured.

Vicious glared at her.

Julia gave Faye a once-over. "So, you're the new bitch?" she turned her head to Vicious and Spike. "Nice, very nice. Where'd you find her?"

Faye's eyes widened. "Watch your mouth," Vicious snapped.

"So are you Spike's little whore, or are you Vicious's?"

Faye sniffed indignantly. "I'm not a whore."

"Sure you're not," Julia said sarcastically. "So who's your boyfriend, and I use the term boyfriend loosely."

"I don't think I need to tell you that." Faye said glaring at Julia.

"Ah, so you're Spike's." Julia nodded.

"What? I don't know what you-"

"Save it," Julia cut her off. "It doesn't really matter if you're fucking Spike or Vicious. they have a little system of trading off girlfriends. It's a sick game they play. Love to them is a good fu-"

"Julia!" Spike barked, cutting her off. Faye neared closer to Spike.

"Faye, you might want to leave." Spike said.

Faye nodded and gave Julia one last look. "You're wrong," she said quietly.

Julia shook her head. "No...I'm not."

Faye left after giving Spike a lingering kiss.

Vicious looked maliciously at Julia as Faye left. He circled her again, like a predator stalking it's prey.

But instead of Vicious talking, Spike spoke up. "You were out of line."

"I was warning her."

"Anyone who hangs with us, knows the consequences. Faye knows what she's getting into."

"What she doesn't know is that you two switch off girlfriends."

"Does she need to?"

"Just trying to prevent her from sitting here in a year," Julia shrugged.

Spike chuckled softly. "What makes you think that what we did to you, we'll do to Faye?"

"Hm, Exhibit A," she said sarcastically, nodding towards Vicious," and Exhibit B," she nodded towards Spike. "You two are sick little bastards,"

Spike smiled. "We just had some fun with you. I'm not going to do that to Faye. I love her."

"Oh, that is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard." Julia scoffed. "You love money, Spike. You love power and money more than you'll ever love any human being. You and Vicious both. Your love lies solely in your wealth and power."

Spike stared at Julia. "Go on Vicious," he nodded towards his friend.

Vicious smiled sadistically and pointed his gun towards her.

"Shit," Julia murmured.

Down the hall, Faye suddenly stopped as she heard a gunshot echo.


NEXT TIME: Faye has a talk with Julia, Spike wonders where Faye's loyalties lie, and Julia just gets beaten again. Will there be an end to this hell?