I Don't Need You: Blood.
"I hate this." Spike sighed and threw himself on the sofa after Amy had opened the door. In the few days that he had been living with them, the girls had already worked out that the sofa was Spike's domain. He slept there, ate there and rarely moved from the spot when he was in a mood.
"We know. It's horrible. But don't worry, you'll get used to it. Then it'll feel weird when you get back to normal." Cheryll grinned and sat in the opposite chair to Spike, with her guitar in her arms.
"Guys?"
"We're in here Higgs." Amy called from the living room. The Carer followed her voice and immediately went over to the lounging vampire.
"Alright." She sighed. "How are your fangs feeling?"
The vampire glanced up at the blonde before answering. "Sore. But what are you gonna do about it?"
Higgy frowned and nodded at Amy, who in turn grinned and went to stand by the other girl. Spike watched in confusion, before sitting up with a wary glance at the brunette. Cheryll just continued tuning her guitar without even glancing up. "If I were you," she muttered, "I'd run."
That was it. Spike was off. Sprinting round the flat with Higgy and Amy chasing after him while Cheryll strummed a few odd notes. "Get back here!" and "Would you stop it!" were among the shouted phrases from the girls as they hurtled after the vamp.
After about twenty minutes of this, in which a lot of objects were broken and the sofa was now turned on its side, Cheryll decided to intervene. Sticking out her leg she tripped up Spike and Higgy and Amy managed to pin him down.
"What are you gonna do?" he asked while Amy got out a bag and put it next to her. Unconsciously, he had vamped out and his fangs had pierced his lip as he fell. The metallic tang of blood was flitting across his tongue, making him crave more of the liquid.
"Fix you." Amy shrugged and pulled out a pair of pliers from the bag. They glinted in the soft light and seemed more menacing. Grinning manically she began to inch them nearer to the vampire's mouth, while Higgy pinned his arms above his head, making it impossible for him to escape.
"Red! Help me! Please help! RED!!!" Ignoring his pleas Cheryll carried on playing her guitar, tapping her foot along to the rhythm she had created.
"Hush William. No more of that. You know you're not good enough to be a vampire. You shouldn't have fangs." Higgy smiled, as Amy got closer, making the vampire whimper and try to back away into the floor.
Spike winced as he felt the metal come into contact with his right fang; the metal sent a cold shock to shoot from the tip to every part of his body. Trying to howl around the metal device he bucked as the girl pulled, making his mouth become filled with blood from the root where his fang was. Tears cascaded down his face as the extra sharp canine was ripped from the socket and blood gushed into his mouth.
* * * * *
He awoke with a start, panting for unneeded air and with a familiar taste in his mouth. He pushed himself away from the sofa he was lying face down on and forced himself to sit and calm down. Slowly the room came into focus and he noticed that someone else was next to him. Startled he fiercely pulled back and managed to fall off of the sofa and land with a bump onto the floor. He stood slowly and backed away into the table, keeping his eyes on the person.
"Spike?" the person said. "It's okay, calm down. It's only me." he knew that voice. They were trying to help him weren't they? But then why... "Spike? Are you okay? What happened to your mouth?" His mouth. That was it. They were trying to get his other fang. That's why they were being nice, so they could pull out the other one, and make that one bleed as well.
Growling, he inched towards the door trying to escape. The person froze to the spot, not knowing what to do. Not taking his eyes off of the person, should they attack him, he put his hand out and began feeling for the door handle.
"Spike?" They spoke again. "It's okay. It's me. It's Cheryll. Red? Remember?" When the vampire shook his head and sank to his knees with tears threatening to spill over his eyes, she went to get the others. They came out of their rooms trying to get their eyes to adjust to the minuscule amount of moonlight coming through the curtains. "He just flipped out. He was calling for me in his sleep so I tried to wake him up. Then he wouldn't come near me."
"Okay," Higgy began. "He's just having nightmares." She glanced at the sofa then back at the vampire. "And his fangs are bleeding, pretty badly. We need to clean up his mouth and get him settled before finding out what happened."
Amy nodded and went to the kitchen to get the first aid kit. She came back out and tried to get to the whimpering vampire. "Shh, it's okay Spike." She held out a hand to the vampire, but he shied away, mumbling something about not being good enough. "We're not going to hurt you. Okay? We're going to clean you up, and stop it hurting."
He peeped out from behind his arm and glanced at the girls before speaking in a hushed voice. "Was I bad? Are you gonna make me pay for not being good enough? Make me not a vampire anymore?" he looked at each girl in turn, the head movement making blood trickle from his mouth down to his chin. He made no move to wipe it away so Amy came closer and dabbed at it, causing Spike to snap his mouth shut and screw up his eyes.
Higgy came closer and uncurled the vampire, holding his hand in hers; she hushed him and whispered soothing noises into his ear. Meanwhile, Cheryll was trying to wipe the blood out of the sofa covers and not really making much progress.
Amy threw the bloodied rag into the bin and crouched next to the vampire. Higgy went to his other side and helped the other girl drag him over to the end of the sofa that Red wasn't working on. Amy got a glass of water and put it on a nearby table before sitting with the others. "Now, open your mouth and I'll have a look at those fangs for you."
Spike simply kept his mouth shut and swallowed the blood that had gathered in his throat. 'If I keep my mouth shut' he thought 'then they wont be able to take my other fang, then I'll still be half a vampire. Wait...fangs? Surely she meant fang. They'd already taken one.'
"Spike?"
"You've already taken one." He whispered. Trying to open his mouth as least as possible, although more blood did drip down his chin again, only to be mopped up by Amy.
"What do you mean Spike?"
"You've already taken one." He repeated. "Please, I've been good, let me keep the other one."
"Spike? We haven't taken anything. You still have two fangs. Open wide and feel for yourself." When the vampire did so and winced after touching both, Higgy sighed. "It's okay. You just had a nightmare."
"Oh." He whispered and glanced at the floor. "I'm sorry to wake you. I thought...I dreamt that you'd ripped out my fang, because I was bad."
"No Spike. That was in the dream. You still have two fangs, and are still a vampire." Amy added. "And still good." Handing him the glass of water she told him to go wash out his mouth.
Coming back in from the bathroom. He looked puzzled to see Higgy was holding something. "Here." She handed it to him and received a disgusted look from the master vampire. Grinning she added, "Trust me, it helps get rid of the pain, and you'll be able to get some more sleep." She left and went back to her room, as did the other girls.
Left on his newly clean sofa, Spike laid back down inspecting the object. He shrugged and placed it in his mouth. "Oh well," he spoke around it, "I'll try anything once." Within two minutes he was fast asleep with the dummy in-between his not so sore fangs.
"I hate this." Spike sighed and threw himself on the sofa after Amy had opened the door. In the few days that he had been living with them, the girls had already worked out that the sofa was Spike's domain. He slept there, ate there and rarely moved from the spot when he was in a mood.
"We know. It's horrible. But don't worry, you'll get used to it. Then it'll feel weird when you get back to normal." Cheryll grinned and sat in the opposite chair to Spike, with her guitar in her arms.
"Guys?"
"We're in here Higgs." Amy called from the living room. The Carer followed her voice and immediately went over to the lounging vampire.
"Alright." She sighed. "How are your fangs feeling?"
The vampire glanced up at the blonde before answering. "Sore. But what are you gonna do about it?"
Higgy frowned and nodded at Amy, who in turn grinned and went to stand by the other girl. Spike watched in confusion, before sitting up with a wary glance at the brunette. Cheryll just continued tuning her guitar without even glancing up. "If I were you," she muttered, "I'd run."
That was it. Spike was off. Sprinting round the flat with Higgy and Amy chasing after him while Cheryll strummed a few odd notes. "Get back here!" and "Would you stop it!" were among the shouted phrases from the girls as they hurtled after the vamp.
After about twenty minutes of this, in which a lot of objects were broken and the sofa was now turned on its side, Cheryll decided to intervene. Sticking out her leg she tripped up Spike and Higgy and Amy managed to pin him down.
"What are you gonna do?" he asked while Amy got out a bag and put it next to her. Unconsciously, he had vamped out and his fangs had pierced his lip as he fell. The metallic tang of blood was flitting across his tongue, making him crave more of the liquid.
"Fix you." Amy shrugged and pulled out a pair of pliers from the bag. They glinted in the soft light and seemed more menacing. Grinning manically she began to inch them nearer to the vampire's mouth, while Higgy pinned his arms above his head, making it impossible for him to escape.
"Red! Help me! Please help! RED!!!" Ignoring his pleas Cheryll carried on playing her guitar, tapping her foot along to the rhythm she had created.
"Hush William. No more of that. You know you're not good enough to be a vampire. You shouldn't have fangs." Higgy smiled, as Amy got closer, making the vampire whimper and try to back away into the floor.
Spike winced as he felt the metal come into contact with his right fang; the metal sent a cold shock to shoot from the tip to every part of his body. Trying to howl around the metal device he bucked as the girl pulled, making his mouth become filled with blood from the root where his fang was. Tears cascaded down his face as the extra sharp canine was ripped from the socket and blood gushed into his mouth.
* * * * *
He awoke with a start, panting for unneeded air and with a familiar taste in his mouth. He pushed himself away from the sofa he was lying face down on and forced himself to sit and calm down. Slowly the room came into focus and he noticed that someone else was next to him. Startled he fiercely pulled back and managed to fall off of the sofa and land with a bump onto the floor. He stood slowly and backed away into the table, keeping his eyes on the person.
"Spike?" the person said. "It's okay, calm down. It's only me." he knew that voice. They were trying to help him weren't they? But then why... "Spike? Are you okay? What happened to your mouth?" His mouth. That was it. They were trying to get his other fang. That's why they were being nice, so they could pull out the other one, and make that one bleed as well.
Growling, he inched towards the door trying to escape. The person froze to the spot, not knowing what to do. Not taking his eyes off of the person, should they attack him, he put his hand out and began feeling for the door handle.
"Spike?" They spoke again. "It's okay. It's me. It's Cheryll. Red? Remember?" When the vampire shook his head and sank to his knees with tears threatening to spill over his eyes, she went to get the others. They came out of their rooms trying to get their eyes to adjust to the minuscule amount of moonlight coming through the curtains. "He just flipped out. He was calling for me in his sleep so I tried to wake him up. Then he wouldn't come near me."
"Okay," Higgy began. "He's just having nightmares." She glanced at the sofa then back at the vampire. "And his fangs are bleeding, pretty badly. We need to clean up his mouth and get him settled before finding out what happened."
Amy nodded and went to the kitchen to get the first aid kit. She came back out and tried to get to the whimpering vampire. "Shh, it's okay Spike." She held out a hand to the vampire, but he shied away, mumbling something about not being good enough. "We're not going to hurt you. Okay? We're going to clean you up, and stop it hurting."
He peeped out from behind his arm and glanced at the girls before speaking in a hushed voice. "Was I bad? Are you gonna make me pay for not being good enough? Make me not a vampire anymore?" he looked at each girl in turn, the head movement making blood trickle from his mouth down to his chin. He made no move to wipe it away so Amy came closer and dabbed at it, causing Spike to snap his mouth shut and screw up his eyes.
Higgy came closer and uncurled the vampire, holding his hand in hers; she hushed him and whispered soothing noises into his ear. Meanwhile, Cheryll was trying to wipe the blood out of the sofa covers and not really making much progress.
Amy threw the bloodied rag into the bin and crouched next to the vampire. Higgy went to his other side and helped the other girl drag him over to the end of the sofa that Red wasn't working on. Amy got a glass of water and put it on a nearby table before sitting with the others. "Now, open your mouth and I'll have a look at those fangs for you."
Spike simply kept his mouth shut and swallowed the blood that had gathered in his throat. 'If I keep my mouth shut' he thought 'then they wont be able to take my other fang, then I'll still be half a vampire. Wait...fangs? Surely she meant fang. They'd already taken one.'
"Spike?"
"You've already taken one." He whispered. Trying to open his mouth as least as possible, although more blood did drip down his chin again, only to be mopped up by Amy.
"What do you mean Spike?"
"You've already taken one." He repeated. "Please, I've been good, let me keep the other one."
"Spike? We haven't taken anything. You still have two fangs. Open wide and feel for yourself." When the vampire did so and winced after touching both, Higgy sighed. "It's okay. You just had a nightmare."
"Oh." He whispered and glanced at the floor. "I'm sorry to wake you. I thought...I dreamt that you'd ripped out my fang, because I was bad."
"No Spike. That was in the dream. You still have two fangs, and are still a vampire." Amy added. "And still good." Handing him the glass of water she told him to go wash out his mouth.
Coming back in from the bathroom. He looked puzzled to see Higgy was holding something. "Here." She handed it to him and received a disgusted look from the master vampire. Grinning she added, "Trust me, it helps get rid of the pain, and you'll be able to get some more sleep." She left and went back to her room, as did the other girls.
Left on his newly clean sofa, Spike laid back down inspecting the object. He shrugged and placed it in his mouth. "Oh well," he spoke around it, "I'll try anything once." Within two minutes he was fast asleep with the dummy in-between his not so sore fangs.