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Previously: A group of men attempt to rape Erin, but Spike stops them.
Authors Note: Please, please, review and tell me if you like my story! Please!
Hitchhiker's Guide to Vampires
Chapter 6: Farewells
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Erin woke slowly, and her first sensation was the delicious smell of leather. The smell of leather combined with liquor, blood, smoke, peroxide, and something else . . . . . the something she could never describe. She murmured happily and wrapped Spike's duster tighter around her, opening her eyes slowly.
She was sprawled across the queen-sized bed in a hotel room, with the curtains tightly closed to prevent any light from entering. Spike walked out of the bathroom, looking more concerned than she'd ever seen him.
"You're awake!" Spike said, noticing Erin watching him.
"Hey." She greeted, turning over slightly.
"You alright?" Spike asked, the concern in his eyes deepening.
"I think so." Erin replied, surprised he was so worried. "I'm just glad you came. 'Cause other wise . . . . . "
"Bloody bastards." Spike muttered angrily. "If I ever find 'em I'm goin' t' -"
"Drive railroad spikes through their heads and laugh as they scream?" Erin supplied.
"Somethin' along those lines." Spike agreed, lying down on the bed next to her.
"That doesn't bother as much as it should." Erin said, smiling lightly. She sat up, wincing with pain.
"You sure they didn't 'urt you?" Spike asked, worried again.
"I'm just a little bruised." Erin assured him. "It-it could have been a lot worse. He almost, they almost - oh God Spike, he was so strong . . . . What if . . . " Erin gave up talking as the tears started leaking out of her eyes.
"But they didn't." Spike said tenderly, pulling Erin closer to him and letting her sob into his shoulder.
"Why'd you come?" Erin asked, wiping her eyes.
" 'Cause they were tryin' to hurt you."
"But you're supposed to like that stuff, aren't you? Being all evil and what not."
"It's different when it's someone I lo-" Spike paused. "Someone I care about."
"Guess I'm just lucky then." Erin said, lying back down and closing her eyes.
"Guess so." Spike got up to leave, wanting to let the girl sleep.
"Spike?"
"Yeah, luv?"
"Will you sleep with me?" Erin asked. "I mean, not sleep with me, you know, just sleep. With me."
"Don' worry pet, I know what you mean." Spike laughed, curling up next to Erin and holding her close to him.
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It was 3 weeks later, and they were only about half a day's drive from reaching New York City.
"Weird how I still measure things in days." Spike commented, staring up at the night sky. He and Erin were sitting on the hood of his car, Erin wrapped up in a blanket with Spike's arm around her shoulders.
"You're going to kill me one day if you keep smoking." Erin said, as Spike used his free hand to take a drag from his cigarette. She didn't really mind him smoking, but couldn't help bugging him about it.
"S' not creative enough." Spike disagreed. "Killing some one by smoking just isn't impressive anymore."
"You know," Erin commented. "That whole 'death threat' thing you do is actually kind of cute."
"Cute??!!!"
"Well, yeah."
"I am not cute!" Spike protested. "I'm evil, and bad, and sexy -"
"Alright, you win!" Erin said laughing.
"Always do." Spike said, smirking.
Erin laughed again and played with his white-blond hair.
"Only half a day's drive away." Spike repeated. "You sure your friend's goin' t' be there?"
"Yeah, I called her yesterday. She's really excited to see me again."
"I'll miss you." Spike said honestly.
"Me too. Sure you can't stay around for awhile?"
Spike shook his head. "I gotta find Dru."
"Really?"
"Really." There was a pause as Spike tried to figure out how to explain it. "I've been with 'er for a hundred years, literally. I never left 'er. Even though she always went running back to Angelus when he beckoned, I didn't leave. I can't just leave 'er now."
Erin sighed. "Alright. But promise you won't forget me? Even if you only remember me as 'the human who refused to die from second-hand smoking' . . . . .
"I'll remember you as a lot more than that." Spike assured her, kissing the top of her head softly.
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Spike watched Erin hug her friend - Michelle or something like that. It didn't really matter. It was a good thing the sun was preventing him from walking her into the apartment, Spike thought as he drove away. He was afraid if he didn't leave now, he never would.
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"Erin!" Erin's friend, Michelle, squealed as she opened the door to find the redhead there. "I haven't seen you for so long!"
The girls hugged and exchanged greetings.
"So," Michelle asked as Erin watched the black Desoto she had come to know so well drive away. "How did you get from Wyoming to NYC?"
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TBC . . . . . only one chapter left! Please review and tell me what you think!
Previously: A group of men attempt to rape Erin, but Spike stops them.
Authors Note: Please, please, review and tell me if you like my story! Please!
Hitchhiker's Guide to Vampires
Chapter 6: Farewells
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Erin woke slowly, and her first sensation was the delicious smell of leather. The smell of leather combined with liquor, blood, smoke, peroxide, and something else . . . . . the something she could never describe. She murmured happily and wrapped Spike's duster tighter around her, opening her eyes slowly.
She was sprawled across the queen-sized bed in a hotel room, with the curtains tightly closed to prevent any light from entering. Spike walked out of the bathroom, looking more concerned than she'd ever seen him.
"You're awake!" Spike said, noticing Erin watching him.
"Hey." She greeted, turning over slightly.
"You alright?" Spike asked, the concern in his eyes deepening.
"I think so." Erin replied, surprised he was so worried. "I'm just glad you came. 'Cause other wise . . . . . "
"Bloody bastards." Spike muttered angrily. "If I ever find 'em I'm goin' t' -"
"Drive railroad spikes through their heads and laugh as they scream?" Erin supplied.
"Somethin' along those lines." Spike agreed, lying down on the bed next to her.
"That doesn't bother as much as it should." Erin said, smiling lightly. She sat up, wincing with pain.
"You sure they didn't 'urt you?" Spike asked, worried again.
"I'm just a little bruised." Erin assured him. "It-it could have been a lot worse. He almost, they almost - oh God Spike, he was so strong . . . . What if . . . " Erin gave up talking as the tears started leaking out of her eyes.
"But they didn't." Spike said tenderly, pulling Erin closer to him and letting her sob into his shoulder.
"Why'd you come?" Erin asked, wiping her eyes.
" 'Cause they were tryin' to hurt you."
"But you're supposed to like that stuff, aren't you? Being all evil and what not."
"It's different when it's someone I lo-" Spike paused. "Someone I care about."
"Guess I'm just lucky then." Erin said, lying back down and closing her eyes.
"Guess so." Spike got up to leave, wanting to let the girl sleep.
"Spike?"
"Yeah, luv?"
"Will you sleep with me?" Erin asked. "I mean, not sleep with me, you know, just sleep. With me."
"Don' worry pet, I know what you mean." Spike laughed, curling up next to Erin and holding her close to him.
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It was 3 weeks later, and they were only about half a day's drive from reaching New York City.
"Weird how I still measure things in days." Spike commented, staring up at the night sky. He and Erin were sitting on the hood of his car, Erin wrapped up in a blanket with Spike's arm around her shoulders.
"You're going to kill me one day if you keep smoking." Erin said, as Spike used his free hand to take a drag from his cigarette. She didn't really mind him smoking, but couldn't help bugging him about it.
"S' not creative enough." Spike disagreed. "Killing some one by smoking just isn't impressive anymore."
"You know," Erin commented. "That whole 'death threat' thing you do is actually kind of cute."
"Cute??!!!"
"Well, yeah."
"I am not cute!" Spike protested. "I'm evil, and bad, and sexy -"
"Alright, you win!" Erin said laughing.
"Always do." Spike said, smirking.
Erin laughed again and played with his white-blond hair.
"Only half a day's drive away." Spike repeated. "You sure your friend's goin' t' be there?"
"Yeah, I called her yesterday. She's really excited to see me again."
"I'll miss you." Spike said honestly.
"Me too. Sure you can't stay around for awhile?"
Spike shook his head. "I gotta find Dru."
"Really?"
"Really." There was a pause as Spike tried to figure out how to explain it. "I've been with 'er for a hundred years, literally. I never left 'er. Even though she always went running back to Angelus when he beckoned, I didn't leave. I can't just leave 'er now."
Erin sighed. "Alright. But promise you won't forget me? Even if you only remember me as 'the human who refused to die from second-hand smoking' . . . . .
"I'll remember you as a lot more than that." Spike assured her, kissing the top of her head softly.
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Spike watched Erin hug her friend - Michelle or something like that. It didn't really matter. It was a good thing the sun was preventing him from walking her into the apartment, Spike thought as he drove away. He was afraid if he didn't leave now, he never would.
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"Erin!" Erin's friend, Michelle, squealed as she opened the door to find the redhead there. "I haven't seen you for so long!"
The girls hugged and exchanged greetings.
"So," Michelle asked as Erin watched the black Desoto she had come to know so well drive away. "How did you get from Wyoming to NYC?"
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