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So many pieces to put back together

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[Witch to the rescue. She's not exactly sure how the man got injured, but it doesn't matter. He's hurt, and she knows that she can help. Plus, there's the little fact that she's not quite sure he's human, so dragging him into an ER might not be the greatest idea.

Despite her witchy instinct, she's not sure what he is. It's why, when she takes him home and sets him up on a fold out bed she reserves for guests, she places a ward around him to protect her from harm. Should he mean her no harm, he should be able to exit it. Should he have any ill intent? Well. He won't be going anywhere any time soon. She sits, waits for him to wake, Hagrid stretched out at her feet, seemingly non-plussed by the new addition.]

[Spike certainly wasn't a patient that would do well in an ER. He'd had quite enough of being poked and prodded at by doctor types, thank you. They'd never done him any good. As for being wounded... well. As long as it wasn't instant-vampire fatal, he'd likely heal from it in due time. It'd go better with blood, especially that of the supernatural variety, but just because he didn't have a pulse didn't mean he couldn't still function.

Though, those bloody chaos demons had somewhat taken him by surprise. He'd swum in and out of consciousness, enough to know that he wasn't dead and wasn't out in the sun. As he woke slowly, alertness slow in coming to him, like he was trying to think through his mind being wrapped in cotton. He could smell a woman, blood (his own or hers, he couldn't tell yet), herbs, and... dog? It was the scent of dog that had him sneezing, groaning as the pain rocketed through his head from that, a hand with chipped black nail polish on its nails lifting to press a palm against his forehead.]

Bloody hell...

[It was a good/bad thing that she was rubbish at taking pulses. She relied more on other instincts to let her know if someone was alive or dead - mainly, them moving.

She looks over as he sneezes, both eyebrows shooting up in surprise, then she winces. That couldn't have felt good.]

Head hurting, then? [Could be a concussion. He was pretty banged up.]

[He peered through one cracked lid, looking towards the direction of the voice. It was blurry at first, taking a moment to come into focus, but after that, he saw a redhead looking curiously at him.]

Bit. Better question is who are you and where the hell am I?

You're in my flat. Las Vegas. [She waved shortly, giving him a wan smile.] Name's Poppy. I picked you up when you very nearly passed out. You seem to be healing nicely.

And since I know you're not quite human, mind if I ask?

[Ah, so she'd picked up on that, had she? Well, she didn't smell like a vampire, that blood of hers singing to him too loudly for her to be anything other than human. Or... human-esque.]

Depends on who or what's asking. Name's nice and all, Red, but doesn't tell me much about the why of it.

Asking the witch who saved your life. [She fixes him with a look, frowning softly. Hagrid growls, and she shushes him with a finger. He quiets, looking fairly grumpy, and she sighs.]

[Spike barely spares a glance at the mutt, not all too bothered by it as dogs were generally easy to dispatch, when necessary. His attention is caught by the now labeled witch instead.]

Ah. So, why the generosity with something you're not sure of, mm? I thought you witches kept to yourself.

[To that, she makes a face. Where did he get his information? Maybe it was different elsewhere, or maybe he knew different witches.]

Haven't you heard of covens?

Heard of 'em, yeah. But it's not like I get invited over for witchy voodoo, is it? Witches don't seem to like vampires all that much, as most of the time, we'd rather just snack on you lot.

[Her eyes widen with that admission, that he's a vampire. She should have put that together, really, but she didn't. At least she's got the ward surrounding him.

She's dealt with vampires before - there's quite a contingent of them in Las Vegas - so she's not as panicked as she might be else wise.]

Ah. No snacking on anything living in my flat, please.

[His eyes flicked back to the dog, meeting its gaze for a moment before looking back at Poppy.]

No worries, Pet. I'm mostly a good vampire now. Still need blood, of course, but... well. I'll probably feel bad if I had to kill anyone. Maybe. Possibly.

[Poppy knows that vampires aren't good. The nicest ones are self-serving, and most don't have souls. If any. She squints and then shakes her head.]

No...that doesn't make any bloody sense. A "good" vampire?

As good as a vampire can get, anyway. Give a vamp a soul and we lose a little edge. Makes sense why Angel was such a twat.

A soul. Alright. [Well, that explained that. Wasn't common, but she supposed it was possible. She has no idea who this Angel is, but it doesn't matter.]

Plenty of folks have souls and do terrible things.

'Course they do. Humans are worse than demons, if you ask me. At least a demon has an excuse. It's in their nature. Humans? They prey on their own bloody selves.

[He moved to sit up, careful, slow, feeling all those aches and pains that made themselves known as he did.]

This'd be a lot easier with blood.

I would say agree to disagree, but... people suck.

[To that, she's a little hesitant. Suspicious, maybe. But she walks over slowly and considers for a second, then nods.]

Alright. But be aware, there's a ward around ya. You start hurting me on purpose, you're going to suffer. [Since it was a fire ward, yeah. It would hurt.]

[He raised his brows at that as she came closer, dipping his head down and to the side as he considered her.]

You're offering yourself? That's a new one. Most just toss a bag of pig's blood at me. Human, if I can get it, but always bagged. Haven't had a proper nip in a while...

[Have another disbelieving look, Spike. Not that she doesn't believe you, but...]

Do I look like the sort of witch that has pig or human blood lying about? Have a bite, but you take too much and I'm toasting your ass.

I thought most witches had some sort of blood lying around. Pig, cat, rat, bat... monkey. I dunno. The witches I know usually have a pint or two for some spell or another.

[Still, the offer was there and now his eyes were fixated on her throat. He licked his lips, patting the cot beside him.]

Still a bit wonky. Might be easier if you have a seat.

...I am not a blood magic witch, thank you very much. [She sighs, shakes her head. He's known some black magick women, clearly. She narrowed her eyes as he patted the cot and then frowned softly.]

I wouldn't have any protection ... [Besides her giant familiar, who is still eyeing Spike with suspicion. She glances at Hagrid, then steps past the boundary and sinks down onto the cot, her wrist still out.]

It's not blood mag-- ugh. You lot. I swear. You're more pretentious with your shades of magic than demons are with how demony they are.

[He watches her step in, sees that hesitance and the decision to proceed anyway.]

Yes, well, I wouldn't want to tip over and tear anything. If you're just a witchy witch and not something preternatural, you're not going to heal if I accidentally tear an artery, are you?

[His hand reached for her wrist, eyes flicking up to her neck because, well... come on. He was a vampire, souled or not. But he lifted her wrist and kept his eyes on her as he did.]

Try not to jerk it away. I won't take much, but teeth tear.

[And to show her what he meant, there was that shift and then Spike was now Vampire Spike, ridged forehead and sharpened fangs and all.]

No, I'm not... [She was beginning to think this might be a bad idea, but she was already in it and had already offered. She caught his eyes looking up to her neck and snapped her fingers.]

Oh no. I know how bleeds happen there, and you'd drain me too fast. [She'd done her fair share of healing, and while the wrist wasn't the optimal spot, it was better than bleeding from her neck.

When he shifted, her eyes widened a little. She hadn't seen a vampire close up, ever, so she didn't know the change. It was...strange. Swallowing, she nodded again.]

I'll stay still.

Good witch.

[He grinned, like he'd made a little joke of sorts, then lifted her wrist and carefully sunk his fangs halfway in. Enough to cut the skin. Enough to seal his lips around those little marks and suck sweet, iron-tasting blood into his mouth. Try as he might, he couldn't help the groan of pleasure that left him. It had been far too long since he'd had blood from the source that wasn't something furry, and even human blood had been bagged. It was never as good as it was when pulled directly from a body, and add in that scent of female and... mm. Tasty.]

[The piercing of her skin made her wince, since pain wasn't something she actively liked, and she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, trying to control her heart rate. She meditated, so it wasn't as hard as it might have been...she also tried to not focus on the fact that there were teeth in her wrist.

The discomfort faded quickly, of course, replaced by something else. Something she didn't expect. Her breath caught and her cheeks flushed, a shiver running through her at the sensation.]

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