Chapter Eleven – The Kill
When he realized what he'd done, he dropped the body and ran, scooping up the blood bags as he ran.
He got back to his quarters and drank a mix of blood and beer. And then he spent the whole night awake, guiltily staring at the ceiling.
When he woke up the next day, there was a dead body next to him. He recoiled in shock, before his sense started telling him that he had to dump it. As quickly as he could, he moved the body down the river, and pushed it in. There was no bite marks, just a broken neck.
In the back of his mind, he wondered why he didn't drink from the body. Just dead.
When he got back, he drank some blood. And then he threw it out. He dumped it down the drain.
As he stood there, watching the blood wash down the drain, he didn't feel anything. His conscious told him that he should go out for a walk, cool down, but it got quieter and quieter.
He went outside, for a walk, but not because he needed to cool down.
Because he needed to kill.
He followed the woman for nine blocks before he went in. The longer he stalked her, the better his demon felt. It roared in anticipation.
He went in for the kill.
"What are you doing?" a familiar voice asked. Jack's hand was on Spike's shoulder. Just then, Spike felt his demon die out, until it was silenced.
Spike felt like himself again, and thought of what had just happened in almost a dreamlike state. Somehow, the demon shut itself down in Jack's presence.
"Nothing," he lied. "Just going for a walk."
