Spike followed the Reaper and Buffy, doing his very best to bite back every single witty remark that ran through his mind as he wandered the castle and observed the hooded creature guiding their way.
Spike folded his arms over his chest and stared off at the other vampire with a look of distaste on his face. What kind of vampire spent his time cooped away in a castle with a bunch of zombies and reapers to keep him company? A pansy, that's what. Real vampires ran about and caused chaos. This wasn't chaos. It was boring.
The fountain, however, was something that he couldn't help but eye. "Human blood?" He asked, gaze flashing toward Matthias.