WHAT LAST FOREVER
Chapter 7- Blood need
Beta: Dark catalyst
Harry didn't have to work that night. He had some trouble sleeping because he was used to staying awake during the late hours. He swung his legs out of bed and walked silently over to the kitchen. He pored himself some liquid with a touch of lemon. Before he knew it he was drinking again. And he had promised himself not to drink at home; he didn't want to turn into some drunk.
He sat down in the dark living room sofa. The silence was comforting and it laid it self around him like a black soft velvet blanket. The glass he held in his hand began to slip until it fell down on the floor with a crash, the glass broke but he didn't notice. Something began to burn inside him. He couldn't explain what it was. His thoughts were on Voldemort. Was he causing this?
By gods, it hurt!
Weakly he managed to call Spike's name when he sank down on the floor. He didn't need to scream for Spike. He was already there. He had sensed that something was wrong with him.
"Jamez, Come on, drink this!" said Spike and tried to coax some blood into his mouth.
Harry spat it out.
"Now, none of this! If you want the pain to stop I suggest you drink!" said Spike in an unusual stern voice.
Harry had no choice but to drink, it was either that or being drowned in the blood that Spike poured down. After a while the intense pain disappeared. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell had happened but Spike seemed to guess his question.
"You wanna know why? You're a half vampire Jamez; you haven't been drinking any blood lately. Even if you're not a full vampire you need to drink at least a little every other day or so, if not your vampiric powers protest and you'll feel this pain until you're so weak that you can't move. Believe me, you don't want that to happen!" said Spike and watched him intensely.
"Could have warned me!" Harry murmured when he felt a little bit better.
"Your instincts should have warned you without me having to tell you, but you're too darn nice of a guy, you don't like blood very much, do you?"
"No. At least not when it isn't in a drink," he admitted.
Spike sighed, at him obviously.
"Ok, listen now. I want you to drink some blood right now. I'll get it, you just wait here. And don't move!" said Spike and went to the kitchen.
"Why do I always have to run into the wrong people?" Harry groaned.
The next day Spike and he went out in LA muggle City to look for something to do. They were both death bored with computers and Television.
"Spike, let's go to this music store... what's it called?"
"Virgin music?"
"Yeah. Come on! I want some records."
"As long as you pay I'm with you!" said Spike.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Spike, I'm always paying!" he said.
"Oh... right. I forgot."
Harry and Spike bought 20 records to have in their apartment. You can never get enough of music!
"Jamez, this thing is fucked up!" said Spike when he tried to make their CD player work.
"No Spike, it's just that the contact isn't in," he explained slowly.
Spike frowned.
"I knew that!" he said.
"Sure you did," he said in the same slow voice and he had to duck from a CD that Spike had decided to use as a Frisbee to cut of his head.
"I was wondering if we could perhaps go out clubbing ourselves tonight. But in another club rather than ours? I thought of Diamond perhaps?"
"Sure thing Jamez, whatever you wish. I'm with you on everything, you know that. Perhaps you'll pay?"
"No really?" said Harry sarcastically.
"Hey! It's you who are rich! Not me!"
"Could that by any chance be because you've never worked in your entire life?"
"Stop that 'talk' Jamez! I do work, with you!"
"Whatever."
Harry decided to try and make some food for them. He did a pasta salad with blood sauce, since he had to get some blood into him. And who knows, perhaps it was good?
"Spike, sit down and eat, you can dance tonight!" he yelled from the kitchen. He knew that Spike was dancing out there. He always did when no one was watching. Maybe... just maybe he was a bit mental...
"Ok love! Coming!" Spike liked his sauce of blood. Actually, he himself found it quite decent.
Later:
"One dollar on that we'll run into Snape and the werewolf," said Spike.
"I'm not betting against you!" said Harry outside the club.
"Good because then you won't loose," said a dark voice behind them.
"Snape," said Harry without turning, all though, Snape went around him and stood face to face with him.
Lupin came too and his face was unreadable, just like Snape's.
"How did you know that I am a werewolf?" he asked in a strange voice.
Oops! He thought.