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Previously: Spike picks up a hitchhiker, Erin. They're on their way to New York City.



Hitchhiker's Guide to Vampires



Chapter 2: Dancing and Poker



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Spike glanced at the girl who was sitting in the front seat of his car, idly flipping through a magazine.

It had been a little over a week since he picked her up, and Spike pretty much knew Erin's life story. And she his, except for the whole bit about him being a vampire . . . . . . .

Thing was, when he had picked up the hitchhiker, he had planned on only keeping her until he felt like a snack. But for some reason Erin was different then most humans. There was something about her, and whatever it was, Spike found himself enjoying her company.

They were in Spike's car, waiting for the sun to set. Once it did, then they could drive into town.

"Bored luv?" He asked, watching Erin flip through the magazine for the third time.

"Yeah."

"Fancy a game of poker?"

Erin glared at him. "You cheat."

"Do not!" Spike protested.

"Yes you do. Besides, I don't have any more money, you won most of it last time."

"We could play kitten poker."

"Kitten poker?"

"Or just use chips."

"Fine." She agreed, rolling over into the backseat.

Spike maneuvered into the backseat, and started shuffling.

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"You're cheating!" Erin told Spike.

"Am not." Spike smirked. "I'm just really good at poker."

Erin rolled her eyes. "You can't be good at poker, It's a game of luck."

"I guess I'm just an exception then."

"Right, you just happen to get a royal flush almost every time."

"Yep." Spike said. "Raise you four?"

Erin grudgingly placed four more poker chips in the middle of the seat. "Show."

Spike laid out his cards, revealing yet another royal flush.

"Spike!" Erin squealed, tackling him.

They wrestled in the back of the car, ending with a grinning Spike pinning Erin to the seat. He smirked, his body positioned inches above hers, preventing her from moving.

"I won."

"Did not. You cheated. Again."

"Did I?"

Erin was about to answer when Spike brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly.

Erin looked up at Spike, startled. Then she wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him closer, locking lips with him again. They pulled apart again, and Erin was breathing heavily. Spike sat up and leaned against the car door, pulling Erin with him so that she was sitting on his lap, leaning against his chest.

Erin looked up at Spike, as he ran his fingers through her hair. "All right." She said. "Maybe you won that time."

Spike laughed and kissed her again.

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"Want to stay in a hotel again, just for tonight?" Spike asked. The sun had finally set, and they were driving towards the town.

"As in a shower that's not in a public bathroom and an actual bed?"

"Yeah."

"Of course! And maybe we could stay somewhere nicer this time?" Erin suggested.

"Why not." Spike said, smirking. "I've got all that money I won from you."

"Don't I know it." Erin said, as Spike stopped the car at a hotel. Spike reluctantly handed the car keys to the valet, though not until he gave the man a few death threats and warnings of what would happen if he even scratched the car. The man drove away carefully, and Spike wouldn't let Erin pull him inside until he was sure his car was not hurt.

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Erin clapped her hands in delight as they opened the door to their room. It had plush carpeting, two queen sized beds, a small couch set in front of the TV, and a rather exquisite bathroom.

"You want to go to a club tonight?" Spike asked, casually.

"Sure." Erin said, trying not to show how excited she was. Spike always went off on his own at night.

"I'll be back in an hour." Spike said, and headed out the door.

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Spike walked back into the hotel, making sure there were no bloody remnants of dinner on him. He opened the door to his hotel room, and couldn't help licking his lips when he saw Erin.

She was wearing leather boots, tight jeans and a dark green halter-top. Her red hair cascaded loosely past her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with excitement.

They walked the short distance to a club, walking quickly through the cool air. They entered the club, where pop music was blaring loudly.

"Pop crap." Erin muttered before realizing what she had said. "You've corrupted me!" She accused Spike.

Spike laughed and led her on to the crowded dance floor. He pressed her body against his, and moved his hips in time to the music. Erin's hips followed his exact movements, their bodies in perfect harmony. The songs changed, and their rhythm altered, though always they stayed together.

Erin moaned softly as Spike kissed her neck. He slowly dragged his tongue up her throat, until he was kissing her lips again. Erin parted her lips and her tongue explored the inside of his mouth, while they both subconsciously kept moving to the music.

They moved, while kissing, so Erin was leaning against the wall, pulling Spike toward her, hands running up and down his back as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

The song changed, and they resumed dancing. It when on like that for over an hour, dancing and kissing, dancing and kissing. Finally Spike led Erin over to a table and they ordered drinks. Erin was sitting on Spike's lap, and they soon abandoned their drinks and resumed kissing.

Hours later they finally left the club, and walked slowly towards the hotel, neither vampire nor human feeling the cold of the air.

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AN: So, what did you think? Now is the time when you press the little button labeled 'review' and review my story! Sorry it took so long to post this, I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner.