"No, there's a difference, love," Spike explained as he brushed the tips of his fingers over each of the spots of dried blood that marked where his fangs had pierced Wesley's skin. "I might bite you, taste your blood, but you're not food. One's about us; the other's about draining you dry."
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Date: 2004-12-13 02:31 pm (UTC)