That pink throat of hers, which was crying out to me like no other has ever done, trying to make me take a taste but doing so would ruin the years of Angel like behaviors.
(minus the brooding and no sex part)
"Bite me, Spike, I know you're just dying to. It has been forever since you've had human blood, and the kind daddy gives you just does not do it, am I right?"
Since I was trapped in this padded cell of mine, helps me keep away from the nasty sun but the blood tastes like rotten rats (which means that is exactly what it is), she always come prancing in and asks for a little nip.
(one of these days she's going to eat those words of hers when I finally do bite)
"Little bit, you know that I can't do that, hell you know better than anyone. So why don't you keep that pretty neck of yours to yourself?"
I knew even then that she did not want me to bite her for the hell of it, and I could sense fear deep within her, she wanted me to turn her into a monster so those teeth could end her father.
(it would justify what she already was, thanks to daddy, just round her out)
"Fine, be like that, Spike. In the end I always get what I want and one of these days I will get bitten by you."
Rather than storming off in anger she still left me, smirk still in place never faulting since If first say it, her feet helped her to dance off.
(knowing that she had so many different ways to gain what she wanted)
Those lovely rats of mine stopped coming the very next day, and a vampire without blood is quite a sorry sight, and she came skipping in smirk in place knowing that she had won.
(bought herself one express ticket to hell)
"You brought this on yourself, Elle Bishop."