[ Always cute when people try to make themselves bigger. This one's like a kitten puffing up its fur, her pulse hammering where he squeezes her wrist.
Spike cracks his neck, and in doing so his forehead shifts to his proper predator form: vampire in full, eyes yellow and fangs bared. He pulls the girl flush against him, rough with her as he brings her wrist to his mouth to scent her. ]
Yes you are, pet. [ As he breathes her in, arousal and fear, there's something strange about the smell of her blood--sharp and crackly, but not unappetizing. His chip's not going off, despite the intent of harm, which either means the best case scenario has happened and he's cured or she's some manner of creature more like him. ]
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Spike cracks his neck, and in doing so his forehead shifts to his proper predator form: vampire in full, eyes yellow and fangs bared. He pulls the girl flush against him, rough with her as he brings her wrist to his mouth to scent her. ]
Yes you are, pet. [ As he breathes her in, arousal and fear, there's something strange about the smell of her blood--sharp and crackly, but not unappetizing. His chip's not going off, despite the intent of harm, which either means the best case scenario has happened and he's cured or she's some manner of creature more like him. ]
What are you?