7.

Slayer Blood

The scene before him ripped Spike's heart out. What he guessed was the teacher of the restaurant, stood; hands wrapped around Jackie's waist, his forehead had crumpled together, eyes yellowed and his two fangs protruding into Jackie's neck.

Upon Spike's entrance he threw Jackie to the ground. She wept on the floor, grasping her neck. Spike knelt to her pulling her up to her feet; she gave the teacher a terrified look in return. Spike felt relieved, he didn't seem to have drained too much of her blood as she was still conscious.

He smirked in her direction. Her blood smeared his mouth as he stood, his chest heaving in and out as if he'd run a smile. He licked his lips and Spike suddenly realised where he'd seen this Vampire before.

This was the Vampire he'd faced off before and had been beaten by.

"Gavin!" cried Jackie. "You're that Vampire!"

Gavin smiled in a sickly way.

"Can't keep my hands off you, can I?" He laughed aloud, the coldness of his voice ringing throughout the back room.

Spike felt a burst of hatred for this guy.

"You've been draining other kids too haven't you?" Spike accused.

Gavin shrugged but laughed slightly.

"One of the perks of having a night class."

"I'm gonna kill you," Spike said, menacingly, his voice barely louder than a whisper, yet Gavin still heard what he said.

Gavin crossed his arms.

"I don't think it's really me you want to kill, is it?"

Spike looked confused for a moment. Gavin smirked.

"I figured it out," Gavin said, wiping the remaining blood off his face with his sleeve. "The first time I tasted Jackie's blood was just from a tea towel that had been pressed against her cut."

Jackie remembered the glass shattering against her hand. Even though it's only been days ago, the wound had healed completely.

Gavin, sighed, leaning against the wall.

"The taste!" he cried his eyed rolling back into his head. He closed his eyes as if he was slipping through ecstasy. "It was completely unbelievable. No one I'd ever bitten had ever tasted like that! I knew, only one person would ever taste like that." Gavin pointed to Jackie.

"The Slayer."

Jackie looked aghast, gripping Spike tightly for protection against her evil turned Hospitality teacher.

"Every rumour was true!" Gavin went on, pouring out every emotion into his experience.

Spike was familiar with this. In his previous life of being evil, he'd killed two Slayers in his time, knowing very well that Slayer blood was an aphrodisiac to a Vampire.

"You won't really want to kill me," Gavin said to Spike. "Not with the Slayer in your arms, it'll be her you'll really want."

Gavin apparently didn't mind sharing, because he leant back, as if waiting for Spike to make his move.

Spike suddenly realised that Jackie's wound was still bleeding. It dripped, big droplets of rich, deep crimson red.

The smell itself was overpowering all his senses as it was. He suddenly realised how exposed her neck was.

It all would be so easy. He had a Slayer right in his arms. He knew how defenceless she was, her every move.

Spike felt his features bump and two pointed fangs grow into his mouth as his Vampire tendencies arouse in him.

Jackie felt how hard Spike was gripping her, painfully squeezing her close to his body. His Vampire face looked to her neck, lust in his yellow eyes.

She should have seen this coming when Gavin bit her, now the very Vampire who'd told her the truth about their existence was going to bite her.

Jackie whimpered, preparing for her own death.

Spike looked back up at Gavin, who was watching with interest.

"Over my cold dead body," Spike said, releasing Jackie and advancing to Gavin, taking him by surprise and punching him square in the face.

Gavin reeled back, running into the shelves of dishes, sending hundreds of plates crashing to the floor, shattering everywhere.

Spike stood above the pathetic excuse for a Vampire, evil to the bone, and picked on defenceless children.

"Why?" Gavin asked, breathing hard from the punch.

"Because, I'm not like that anymore," Spike said. "I don't work for that side now."

Gavin's eyed narrowed; as if what he'd said had been an insult and pushed Spike backwards, sending him flying into the door and out into the bar of the training centre.

Students screamed, scattering out the way. Gavin pushed roughly through the door, spotted Spike on the floor and pulled him up by the collar of his leather coat. He tossed Spike over the counter, smashing glasses in the process.

The customers screamed, scrambling to get away from the two monsters having a raging war in the middle of their dinner.

Spike prepared himself this time as Gavin advanced on him again. Being a Vampire at least meant that he was already dead, anything that hurt him wouldn't kill him, unless it was a wooden stake.

As Gavin reached Spike on the floor, Spike kicked out, colliding with his legs, sweeping the floor out from under him and sending him to the ground.

They fell for that trick every time.

Yet, not everyone countered it with a blow to the stomach as Gavin did.

Damn.

Gavin pinned Spike to the floor, punching him hard in the cheek, making him spit blood across the floor.

Spike reached up to Gavin neck, flailing hopelessly, blinking through blood. Gavin easily pinned Spike's arms to the ground. Spike prepared for another blow, desperately hoping Jackie had made it out alright and wasn't bleeding to death in the back room.

Spike winced, knowing it was a pathetic way to receive another blow. He waited and waited, yet the blow didn't come.

He finally opened his eyes, seeing Gavin above him, his eyes wide, and a wooden stick protruding from his heart.

The Vampire turned to dust above him, covering him with his remains.

Spike coughed and blinked, looking to see who'd dusted the Vampire.

Jackie stood, half crying and frightened, but holding a splintered chair leg firmly in her hand.

She'd killed her first Vampire.