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Warnings: Occurs sometime during season three before he returned to Sunnydale for a love spell for Dru. Spoilers: Season three & five.
Rushing, pounding, throbbing.
[It's always got to be blood.]
Singing, twisting, curling.
[Blood is life.]
He moaned, fangs digging deeper.
[It's what keeps you going. Makes you warm. Makes you hard. Makes you other than dead.]
Senses filling with the metallic copper of blood, and inhaling deeply, Spike bite into the blonde harsher than before. Her struggles were weakening and Spike's strength was recharging. The cold presence of his sanity challenged sire watching from a distance burning into his back. Fangs still buried in the female's vulnerable throat, Spike rolled his neck, cracking it. His gold slitted eyes gleamed in the darkness of the alley.
'Slayer.' Spike mentally groaned, the mental image of ripping the Slayer's throat out shinning brightly in his mind. As Dru would say, the stars would surely sing on that day.
The blonde in his arms taking the brunt of his fantasy released her last breath before everything that had been dimming finally went black. Spike released her with a thud. His arousal was almost painful as he walked over to Dru. He wrapped his arms around her waist but she tilted her head upwards and away from him. A low growl signaled his displeasure but she was the sire, he the childe. He squeezed her waist trying to get her to turn towards him. She ignored him, hissing a single word under her breathe before breaking away from him.
"Slayer."