"Are you cold?" He looked at me quizzically.
" I feel like I'm getting frost bitten. I guess that's better than actually being bitten though, right?" His lips rose in a half grin.
"It depends on who's doing the biting." His tone indicating an entire different level of joking. His lips rising in a cocky smirk. Gosh. I just wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face so badly sometimes. I had no time to respond to his snarkiness, because a black leather trench was being around wrapped my body.
"Won't you be cold?" I piqued. Despite how bad I felt for taking his trench, I grasped it tighter around my body. The warmth of the jacket wasn't quite on the level of my parka, but it felt nice. Really nice. And it smelled like Spike, which was a nice smell. I wanted to stake my eyes out after I realized what I just thought. Sometimes, now as an example, I felt grateful that Dracula was the only vampire who could read minds. And even more grateful that he was dust. Literally.
"I'm a vampire. I don't feel hot or cold. To be bloody honest, I just think the trench goes well with my eyes." I giggled and to my surprise, Spike's lip turned into a smile. A real smile. Over the past months we've gotten into a weird companionship. I still couldn't say friendship. It was Spike, the peroxide brat prince, for gosh's sake. But, it sort of was a friendship.
"Blue looks nicer with them." His eyes flashed weirdly for a second. But as always whenever he flashed a human emotion, it was gone. I didn't have a moment to think of what I just said, because a vampire ran towards me at that exact moment.