"The fangs are new," Spike said, tilting his head to the side. After a moment's consideration, he smiled. "I like it. It suits you."
Cordy glared back. "You would be the one to think this is a good thing."
He shrugged. "Someone not happy with their new pointy teeth an' gnarly hunger?"
Her temper was not hers to control just yet. He learned of this when she blurred and appeared right in front of him and grabbed him by the throat with an iron grip. "Of course not. How can anyone want to be… like us?"
There wasn't much he could say to that, even if she wasn't currently strangling him. The truth of it was she was right. He didn't want to be a vampire. At least, not at first. The bloodlust had scared him at first, til he actually fed and gave into the primal urges now inside of him.
After that, well. The rest was a history of bloodshed and violence, as, he knew, she would find as well if she were anything like him. She would lapse into it and it would become natural to her. That sent a pang of… something… through him. Regret? Sadness? Evil glee? He couldn't tell.
"It was the only way I could come back."
He ignored that. "You need anythin' let me know. Been there myself, so I know a few things to help with the cravings. Don't need you running about an' eating people."
She said nothing. Her usual cheeriness was gone. There was no smile on her face. She was not even wearing her usual fashion-y clothing. Nothing bright about her. The transformation in her had already begun, from prom princess to dark vampiress, full of angst and regret.
He frowned. "You seem... different."
"That's because I am." She glared at him again and walked away.