Buffy walked into her apartment carrying a brown paper bag. She had forty five minutes left f her lunch. "Spike?" She called as she entered the kitchenette.
Spike trotted in from the bedroom/living room. "Yes luv?" He said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and fixed his tussled hair.
"Hungry?" She asked as she pulled out a container and a pack of needles along with some other stuff.
"A little." He said moving towards her. "So how are you going to do this?"
"Well I bought a few containers where I'll store my blood. I'll use these needles to extract it."
"All that trouble? Why can't I just get it straight from the source?" He said grinning.
"Because it goes against everything I am and I might end up staking you." She explained.
"Okay then, whatever, just trying to save you some trouble."
"And I'm trying to save your unlife. Anyways… time to donate to the undead blood bank." She said sitting down and rolling up her sleeve. She connected a wide tube to the end of a needle, then connected it to the top of the container. She then stuck the needle into her vein and extracted the blood from her arm. She stopped when the container became full. Buffy cleaned up and handed Spike the container.
Spike's face changed the second she stuck herself in the arm. The powerful smell of Slayer blood hitting his nostrils.
Buffy smiled and sat down to eat her sandwich.
Spike just looked at her, holding the container in his hand. "You okay with me drinking in front of you?" He asked surprised.
"Why not?" She asked.
Spike just shook his head. "Mind if I use a mug?"
"As long as you wash it afterwards."
"Thanks." He said pouring some of the blood into a mug and drinking the crimson liquid.
AN: Sorry for it being so short guys.