Spike darted after Scarlett and intercepted her, cornering the woman against a wall. "What the bloody hell was that about? I asked you a question," he blurted, "and I'd very much appreciate if you answered me." She merely stared at him, smiling amusingly, "why is it so important? You should be happy you're unlive and kicking". Spike insisted again, "you're gonna tell me." "Oh man, it's eating you up, isn't it?" she chuckled. In a fit of frustration, he punched the wall right next to her head, "oh, come on, tell me!" She didn't flinch, or blink, or move, it was as if nothing happened, she simply held her stare at him; and Spike couldn't help admiring her resolve. And in one swift move that he couldn't have anticipated, she grabbed him by the throat, pushed him against the wall and whispered softly, but menacingly, in his ear "I'll decide if and when you get that answer, understand?" Under other circumstances he would have set himself free, but she was so close to him that he could feel her lips brushing his earlobe, he could smell her hair and perfume, and he could feel her body almost against his. He didn't want to set free, he didn't want out of that position because he was aroused. "Don't think for even one second that you can intimidate me. You are not the only one that can put a tough act", she finished and let go of him. Oh bollocks, I wasn't counting on this, he thought while taking a quick glance at his pants. Rubbing his throat, he softly added, "I just wanna know, that's all". He studied her for a moment, trying to figure out her next move, if she had one. "Fine," she said, "but we'll do it my way. Like I said, you'll get that answer when I see it fit. I promise. And you are also going to help me with a question I have." Sigh, what choice do I have? He nodded in agreement. "Ok then, we'll start by going out to get a drink," she added. Spike was puzzled, "but... we are already in a bar, pet, and there's Mr Vodka over there", he pointed at the table. "A real drink", she smiled wickedly at him, grabbed the bottle, her coat, headed for the stairs and then to the exit. What? Did she mean what I think she meant? Spike thought while rushing to catch up with her.
Once in the street he asked, an etch of warning in his tone, "what did you mean with 'real drink'?" She looked at him quizzically "you know what I mean, good ol' O-pos". He stopped on his tracks but she kept on walking. "I thought you were, you know, good? You know, soul and all," he blurted at her. "I am, but I don't forget what I am. What do you feed from?" she replied. Spike felt almost ashamed, "pig's blood, been like that for years now, pet". "Wow, you've completely forsaken your nature, haven't you?" she added while putting her arm in his. Spike took a deep breath, "Well, I haven't forgotten my nature, it's just that I don't quite fancy feeding from innocents anymore. Ya know, hello, I've got a soul, remember?" An edge of nostalgia in his voice, "I do miss the hunt, but I got better". Part of him felt at a loss. She's got to be bluffing, but what if she's not? What if he was forced to kill her? He didn't know if he could do it. Scarlett interrupted his thoughts, "see? that's where you are wrong. You totally misunderstood-". He spoke before she was finished, "what, you are gonna deny that you're planning on feeding on people?" "It all boils down to semantics," she casually replied, "people? Physiologically speaking, yes. Morally speaking, no way in hell. You see, this is London, a huge city. And huge cities have insane crime rates. And what causes crime? Criminals. Cities like this are crawling with murderers and rapists. And that's exactly what we are gonna hunt. They are as evil as any demon, well, almost any demon, and incarceration never works. Everybody knows that." Now it made sense to Spike, and decided he could use some warm blood.
They walked around several streets and alleys but so far no luck. Spike didn't care if they didn't find any criminal, he was enjoying walking arm in arm with her, and every time she'd talk, he found himself staring at her lips move, craving to taste them. But after the incident at the bar he noticed she was stronger than him. Much stronger. He wasn't sure how was it even possible, considering he had a century on her. So stealing a kiss could not be wise if he wanted to keep his bones intact. Yet he decided to ask her about it, and once again he found himself with a negative answer. Whether she was either giving him a hard time, or it was just her personality, Spike couldn't decide. I hope she keeps to her promise of answering me that bloody question. Just when uncomfortable silence was creeping in, she stopped walking and closed her eyes in concentration. He was starting to ask what was going on, when she suddenly pressed her forefinger on his lips, forcing him to shut up. Spike closed his eyes and savored the moment, and then he felt a tinge of disappointment when she withdrew it. Right, let's make this situation harder, shall we? He waited silently, staring at her, and after a few seconds, she snapped her eyes open, "we've got ourselves a baddie nearby", she informed him, eyes full of glee and fire, a wicked smile on her face, "this way", and she ran off. Spike chased close behind. "How the hell did you know?" he asked. "You know how some vampires can sense our souls? Well, after a decade of feeding from nothing but blood from evildoers I started sensing them from far away. After two decades, the radius incremented," she explained. They finally arrived to a dark alley, where a man was waiting on a corner, and the vampires kept to the shadows, out of his sight. Spike saw a chance he wasn't gonna miss so he leaned to her and whispered in her ear, returning the favor from the bar, "so what do we do now, pet, we jump him?" He was too tempted to lean towards her much more and fully smell her neck, soaked in perfume, but thought it better. "No, we give him a bait, make him feel he's the predator and then show him he's actually the prey." she countered, smiling mischievously while taking off her coat and handing it to Spike. "No need to tell you I'm said bait, once he's scared of me, that's where you jump in," she added winking. Spike felt he was going insane, her wicked plan and how she explained it turned him on really bad. Not to mention the sight of her fixing her clothes to make her cleavage more prominent. And now he was watching her go with feline moves, pretending to be slightly drunk, bottle of vodka on one hand and a cigarette on the other. Spike definitely liked her. And as suspected, as soon as Scarlett got near the man, he grabbed her. She acted frightened and weak, and when the rapist thought he overpowered her and was about to touch her, she shot out a hand right to his throat and got to her feet. The man tried to set himself free from her grasp but couldn't. "That's right big guy, this time you are the prey. Literally," she said in game-face and sank her fangs on the left side of his neck. Spike joined her and bit him on the right side. It excited him to taste warm human blood again, but when he felt her hand grab the back of his head and her fingers stroking his hair passionately, he got completely aroused and this time he wasn't gonna hold back.