Red

Berlin, Germany 1989

Spike had promised that we could paint the town red. Such a pretty colour, blood was red, roses and ruby's were red, red was red! I laugh and giggle. It smelled of copper, and tasted like metal as it coated my fangs. My tongue flicked out and I licked at them.

I stood up slowly and looked around. Spike stood a few feet from me, his broad shoulders and strong arms encircled the little blonde woman in his arms, her eyes were wide, and filled with pain. Her mouth opened and she made a whimper of pain.

The sound of him feeding was pleasing; he made little groans and grunts as her blood flowed down his throat. I shivered, took a hold of the hem of my dress and stepped over the body I had left rotting on the street. I sided up to my Spike, my white knight and run my hands down his arm. I purred softly, leaned forward and licked the side of his neck.

I felt him drop the girl and turn to me with a savage snarl. He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, his mouth crashing onto mine in a kiss of lust and power. I moaned and shivered as he pushed a mouthful of her sweet blood into my mouth with his tongue. I swallowed the rich essence and clutched him against me, my sharp nails clawing into his flesh.

I looked down at the girl. Her eyes were open, dead eyes glassy and looking at nothing. I frowned I wanted to poke them out, bad girl! A good girl should always lower her eyes in the presence of good company! I growl softly, and moaned, a small whimper escaping my lips.

Spike chuckled softly, he reaches up and stroked my curls away from my face as he pushes me back against the wall of the alley. I giggled and gasped as I felt him press himself against me, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he clutched me against his chest in a tight grip.

His hands were hard as they caressed the skin of my thighs; his mouth was rough as he kissed me, his fangs tearing at my lip. I giggled, pulled his shirt up and scratched rivets of blood down his chest. He shuddered and grunted softly.

I heard footsteps, and saw the thin beams of a pair of flashlights as they swung into the alley "Oi! You too" a man shouted in anger, his voice rising in anger as his flashlight pinned us against the wall. I heard Spike moan softly in annoyance.

The other man was using his flashlight to look around and I knew he wouldn't be happy. I heard him gasp loudly as the light found the girl Spike had killed and the others in the alley. I was glad Spike had told me it wasn't time to play. It would have ruined the tea party.

Spike moved slowly away from me, letting me slid gracefully to the floor. Then he moved to stand in front of me, shielding me from this new threat and enabling me to smooth my skirts. A lady must always be presentable!

One of the men walked towards us, a look of horror and disgust on his face as he noticed the pile of bodies we had collected. As he got closer I noticed his uniform and realized he was a policemen.

His light shines directly in my eyes and I step back with a soft hiss cringing from the light.

"You two responsible for this mess?" he asks in heavily accented English as he reaches into the pocket of his coat and takes out a set of cuffs.

The other man walks into the alley as well and I notice that in his other hand he is pointing a pistol directly at Spike's chest. His hand is shaking slightly.

Spike looks down at the bodies and raised his eyebrows "Yeah" he murmured softly as he reached into his pocket for a smoke "What of it?" he drawled looking at the man with the pistol in the eye and allowing his face to shift.

The two men gasp and take a few frantic steps back, the light wavering slightly as they shook with fear.

I giggled slightly glanced at Spike and took a step towards them. I let my own face shift as I whispered to them "Do you like our painting?" I murmured, "Red is such a pretty colour"

Beside me I hear Spike chuckle darkly and I smile in response. Maybe they would like to help me paint this town red. It's such a pretty colour.