Title: You Are What You Eat
Rating: PG-13 (Minor Launguage and Suggestive Themes)
Summary: A little ficlet from Spike's Point of View.
Genre: Humor
Time Frame: Whenever
Status: Standalone
Disclaimer: C'mon Joss, don't have a heart attack
Author's Note: Hehehe...
Ya' know, they say that you are what you eat. Humans, I mean. Odd that they say that, 'cause I've never seen, to my disappointment, a giant T- Bone, an oversized bag of Fritos or a huge package of Ramen walking around. But, with Vampires...
Well, let's just say that it does apply.
This one time my sire, Angelus, was a bit pissed off at me. Really, I didn't do anything to him mad! Well... maybe a bit. See, who would have thought he might not be so pleased that I set an eeny, weeny mob against us, all in good, clean fun, mind!
Anyways, he sentenced me to drink only the elderly for a week. Handy trick, that Sire's Command. I wouldn't have disobeyed him in any case; he can be right nasty when I do... So, I drank old men and some older women. Developed a cough, arthritis, couldn't hear or see a bloody thing for that week and the rest of the month.
So, it is true for us Vamps. You really ARE what you eat. I'm not basing it entirely on this experience, either; I definitely dug around. Once drank the blood of a Fyarl Demon. Never again. Also, I make a point of not drinking from Lawyers.
And the point of this little ramble would be? Well, for one, you humans are lucky and secondly, haven't you ever wondered WHY a Slayer's blood is a powerful aphrodisiac?
Author's Follow-up: Yep.
Rating: PG-13 (Minor Launguage and Suggestive Themes)
Summary: A little ficlet from Spike's Point of View.
Genre: Humor
Time Frame: Whenever
Status: Standalone
Disclaimer: C'mon Joss, don't have a heart attack
Author's Note: Hehehe...
You Are What You Eat
Ya' know, they say that you are what you eat. Humans, I mean. Odd that they say that, 'cause I've never seen, to my disappointment, a giant T- Bone, an oversized bag of Fritos or a huge package of Ramen walking around. But, with Vampires...
Well, let's just say that it does apply.
This one time my sire, Angelus, was a bit pissed off at me. Really, I didn't do anything to him mad! Well... maybe a bit. See, who would have thought he might not be so pleased that I set an eeny, weeny mob against us, all in good, clean fun, mind!
Anyways, he sentenced me to drink only the elderly for a week. Handy trick, that Sire's Command. I wouldn't have disobeyed him in any case; he can be right nasty when I do... So, I drank old men and some older women. Developed a cough, arthritis, couldn't hear or see a bloody thing for that week and the rest of the month.
So, it is true for us Vamps. You really ARE what you eat. I'm not basing it entirely on this experience, either; I definitely dug around. Once drank the blood of a Fyarl Demon. Never again. Also, I make a point of not drinking from Lawyers.
And the point of this little ramble would be? Well, for one, you humans are lucky and secondly, haven't you ever wondered WHY a Slayer's blood is a powerful aphrodisiac?
Author's Follow-up: Yep.