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Previously: Spike gets drunk and freaks Erin out when he gets violent and vamps . . . . .
Hitchhiker's Guide to Vampires
Chapter 4: Interrogation
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Spike awoke the next day, with a horrible hangover and the smell of fear in his car.
Erin was still awake, huddled in the back seat. Spike had fallen so that he lay across the seats; she couldn't get out of the car with out possibly waking him up. Which was something she definitely didn't want to do. This Spike was so much different than the Spike she knew, and this Spike scared her.
"What time 's it?" He asked groggily.
Erin only tried to increase the distance between them.
"Pet?" Spike asked. "Somethin' wrong?"
Seeing Erin pressed against the backseat, memories of the night before came crashing back to him.
"Bloody hell." Spike muttered. "You probably hate me now."
He didn't feel guilty; he was a vampire after all. But still, he wanted Erin to trust him, and now he had a feeling he had a lot of explaining to do.
"I got a bit drunk last night . . . . . " Spike tried to figure out what to say.
"Only a little." Erin said sarcastically.
"So maybe I got really drunk."
"And almost killed me."
"Right. Can't forget that part."
"And slapped me."
"Sorry?" Spike said, wondering if that was the right thing to say.
"You better be." Erin glared at him; Spike was much less scary when he was trying to apologize.
"Luv, I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doin'. I'm sorry, okay? And whatever I said, I didn't mean it."
Erin didn't say anything.
"Are you ever going to forgive me?" Spike asked, not knowing how to continue apologizing.
"Maybe." She said. "But you've got to promise me two things."
"What?" Spike asked, not willing to promise until he knew what he was promising.
"One, no more getting drunk when you're around me."
"Fine." He agreed, the girl had a point.
"Two, you have to answer all my questions. Truthfully."
"Sure." Spike said, casually, what harm could a question do? "Ask away."
"Okay." Erin said, keeping the distance between her and Spike. "What did you do to your face?"
"My face?" Spike hoped she hadn't seen him vamp.
"Your face. And don't you dare start telling me I'm imagining things. You got all bumpy up in the forehead region, and your eyes changed color . . . . ." Erin was having trouble explaining it.
"Stupid Bloke." Spike hit himself in the head. "Just go and vamp on the girl, now she'll really love you."
"Spike?" Erin questioned. "Are you going to answer me or just sit there talking to yourself?"
"Right . . . . ." Spike said, at loss for words. "Y' see, I'm not exactly human . . . . ."
"That's kind of obvious. If you're not human, then what are you?"
"Vampire."
"As in 'I vant to suck your blood.' " She said, in a fake accent.
"Well, yeah, but loose the accent."
Erin laughed. "Very funny, Spike. But you don't seriously think I'm going to believe you, right?"
"I am serious!" Spike protested. "Look, I'll show you."
He vamped, causing Erin to scream and push herself away from him again. He quickly changed back to human features.
"Don't do that." Erin told him.
"Why?" Spike taunted. "Does it scare you?"
"Well, yes! But that still doesn't prove you're a vampire."
"Wait."
Spike enthusiastically grabbed Erin's hand, and she flinched and pulled back from him.
"C'mon pet, I won't hurt you." Spike reassured her.
Erin cautiously held out her arm, and Spike pulled her hand up under his shirt. She ran her fingers up over his hard abbs, his chest, and . . . . .
"See, no heartbeat." Spike explained.
Erin pressed her hand over the place where his heart should have been.
"That's weird." She commented, bringing her hand up to his neck. "No pulse either."
"Told you so." Spike said triumphantly.
"Would you bleed if I cut you?"
"Yeah."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Remember the 'I want to suck your blood'? S' not my blood."
"So you're telling me you drink blood? Why?"
"Because, one: I need it to survive and two: It's good."
"Ewwww."
"You wouldn't understand, you're not a vampire."
"Spike?" Erin asked, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer to her question. "Where do you get the blood?"
"Humans."
"They give it to you?"
Spike laughed. "Would you willing give me your blood? I kill 'em."
"You can just do that? Kill them, not feel bad or anything?"
"I've got no soul. Therefore, no guilt."
"What do you mean you don't have a soul?"
"That's reserved for the poofter."
"Huh?" Erin asked, confused.
"Long story."
"Will you do the vamp thing again?" She asked.
"Promise not to scream?"
"Promise."
Spike vamped and Erin carefully ran her hands over the ridges on his nose. She lifted his lip up and dragged and finger down one of his sharp fangs. She accidentally cut her finger on the tip of his fang, and before she could react, he licked the blood off. She quickly drew her hand back and looked at him from the back of the car.
'That was just great.' Spike thought. 'Just start drinkin' from the girl, that'll make her trust you.'
"Sorry." He said aloud, switching back to human face. "Is this little interrogation going to continue, or can I try to sleep off my hangover?"
"Not my fault you have a bad hangover." Erin accused. "I've just got one more question."
"All right, but after that I'm goin' back t' sleep."
"Are you going to kill me?"
Spike paused, looking intently at Erin. "No."
"Isn't that kind of strange?" Erin protested. "I mean, you were just telling me how you kill humans for blood. And I'm a human, and I've got blood."
Spike sighed. "It's kind of been bothering me too, lately. I should have killed you by now. Sucked you dry. But I don't want to. And I don't plan to."
"So you're not going to start attacking me then?"
"Definitely no."
"Fine then, go to sleep if that's what you want."
Spike lay back down across the front seats, and promptly fell asleep. Erin stayed in the back, curled up against the seat, trying to process everything Spike had told her.
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TBC . . . . . .
AN: Okay everybody, this is reviewing time! Review please!
Previously: Spike gets drunk and freaks Erin out when he gets violent and vamps . . . . .
Hitchhiker's Guide to Vampires
Chapter 4: Interrogation
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Spike awoke the next day, with a horrible hangover and the smell of fear in his car.
Erin was still awake, huddled in the back seat. Spike had fallen so that he lay across the seats; she couldn't get out of the car with out possibly waking him up. Which was something she definitely didn't want to do. This Spike was so much different than the Spike she knew, and this Spike scared her.
"What time 's it?" He asked groggily.
Erin only tried to increase the distance between them.
"Pet?" Spike asked. "Somethin' wrong?"
Seeing Erin pressed against the backseat, memories of the night before came crashing back to him.
"Bloody hell." Spike muttered. "You probably hate me now."
He didn't feel guilty; he was a vampire after all. But still, he wanted Erin to trust him, and now he had a feeling he had a lot of explaining to do.
"I got a bit drunk last night . . . . . " Spike tried to figure out what to say.
"Only a little." Erin said sarcastically.
"So maybe I got really drunk."
"And almost killed me."
"Right. Can't forget that part."
"And slapped me."
"Sorry?" Spike said, wondering if that was the right thing to say.
"You better be." Erin glared at him; Spike was much less scary when he was trying to apologize.
"Luv, I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doin'. I'm sorry, okay? And whatever I said, I didn't mean it."
Erin didn't say anything.
"Are you ever going to forgive me?" Spike asked, not knowing how to continue apologizing.
"Maybe." She said. "But you've got to promise me two things."
"What?" Spike asked, not willing to promise until he knew what he was promising.
"One, no more getting drunk when you're around me."
"Fine." He agreed, the girl had a point.
"Two, you have to answer all my questions. Truthfully."
"Sure." Spike said, casually, what harm could a question do? "Ask away."
"Okay." Erin said, keeping the distance between her and Spike. "What did you do to your face?"
"My face?" Spike hoped she hadn't seen him vamp.
"Your face. And don't you dare start telling me I'm imagining things. You got all bumpy up in the forehead region, and your eyes changed color . . . . ." Erin was having trouble explaining it.
"Stupid Bloke." Spike hit himself in the head. "Just go and vamp on the girl, now she'll really love you."
"Spike?" Erin questioned. "Are you going to answer me or just sit there talking to yourself?"
"Right . . . . ." Spike said, at loss for words. "Y' see, I'm not exactly human . . . . ."
"That's kind of obvious. If you're not human, then what are you?"
"Vampire."
"As in 'I vant to suck your blood.' " She said, in a fake accent.
"Well, yeah, but loose the accent."
Erin laughed. "Very funny, Spike. But you don't seriously think I'm going to believe you, right?"
"I am serious!" Spike protested. "Look, I'll show you."
He vamped, causing Erin to scream and push herself away from him again. He quickly changed back to human features.
"Don't do that." Erin told him.
"Why?" Spike taunted. "Does it scare you?"
"Well, yes! But that still doesn't prove you're a vampire."
"Wait."
Spike enthusiastically grabbed Erin's hand, and she flinched and pulled back from him.
"C'mon pet, I won't hurt you." Spike reassured her.
Erin cautiously held out her arm, and Spike pulled her hand up under his shirt. She ran her fingers up over his hard abbs, his chest, and . . . . .
"See, no heartbeat." Spike explained.
Erin pressed her hand over the place where his heart should have been.
"That's weird." She commented, bringing her hand up to his neck. "No pulse either."
"Told you so." Spike said triumphantly.
"Would you bleed if I cut you?"
"Yeah."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Remember the 'I want to suck your blood'? S' not my blood."
"So you're telling me you drink blood? Why?"
"Because, one: I need it to survive and two: It's good."
"Ewwww."
"You wouldn't understand, you're not a vampire."
"Spike?" Erin asked, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer to her question. "Where do you get the blood?"
"Humans."
"They give it to you?"
Spike laughed. "Would you willing give me your blood? I kill 'em."
"You can just do that? Kill them, not feel bad or anything?"
"I've got no soul. Therefore, no guilt."
"What do you mean you don't have a soul?"
"That's reserved for the poofter."
"Huh?" Erin asked, confused.
"Long story."
"Will you do the vamp thing again?" She asked.
"Promise not to scream?"
"Promise."
Spike vamped and Erin carefully ran her hands over the ridges on his nose. She lifted his lip up and dragged and finger down one of his sharp fangs. She accidentally cut her finger on the tip of his fang, and before she could react, he licked the blood off. She quickly drew her hand back and looked at him from the back of the car.
'That was just great.' Spike thought. 'Just start drinkin' from the girl, that'll make her trust you.'
"Sorry." He said aloud, switching back to human face. "Is this little interrogation going to continue, or can I try to sleep off my hangover?"
"Not my fault you have a bad hangover." Erin accused. "I've just got one more question."
"All right, but after that I'm goin' back t' sleep."
"Are you going to kill me?"
Spike paused, looking intently at Erin. "No."
"Isn't that kind of strange?" Erin protested. "I mean, you were just telling me how you kill humans for blood. And I'm a human, and I've got blood."
Spike sighed. "It's kind of been bothering me too, lately. I should have killed you by now. Sucked you dry. But I don't want to. And I don't plan to."
"So you're not going to start attacking me then?"
"Definitely no."
"Fine then, go to sleep if that's what you want."
Spike lay back down across the front seats, and promptly fell asleep. Erin stayed in the back, curled up against the seat, trying to process everything Spike had told her.
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TBC . . . . . .
AN: Okay everybody, this is reviewing time! Review please!
