[Spike enters the room wearing lots of black and most certainly no tie or jacket. He doesn't like being around this many people all at once. Or at least, he doesn't think he does. It doesn't help that he can smell all of them.
He's not human. He knows that much. And from the lack of reflection and the way he gets hungrier and hungrier if he doesn't drink blood of all things, it's become pretty clear that he's a vampire. He's still not quite sure what to make of that. He knows that he couldn't stomach eating a living person. Killing... he doesn't think he has it in him. Not in cold blood. He's rude, nasty, and quick to throw a punch, but he'd like to think he's better than that.
But it doesn't make the necks around him look any less delicious. He grabs a glass of wine quickly and heads to the outskirts. Hopefully he'll get through this party quick enough and then he can go to his room and wait for the real stuff to begin.]
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He's not human. He knows that much. And from the lack of reflection and the way he gets hungrier and hungrier if he doesn't drink blood of all things, it's become pretty clear that he's a vampire. He's still not quite sure what to make of that. He knows that he couldn't stomach eating a living person. Killing... he doesn't think he has it in him. Not in cold blood. He's rude, nasty, and quick to throw a punch, but he'd like to think he's better than that.
But it doesn't make the necks around him look any less delicious. He grabs a glass of wine quickly and heads to the outskirts. Hopefully he'll get through this party quick enough and then he can go to his room and wait for the real stuff to begin.]