For a vampire, solid food was nothing but a pointless novelty, one that could cause rather tight stomach cramps due to the inability to disgest the food properly. However Spike began to tread the blurred between living and death... more extremely than what was normal for the undead in case. And due to this, the ancient vampire slowly gained stomach cramps from the lack of sustanance his few living cells required.

And the tiredness Spike felt was visible, especially when little effort was made to hide it. But for a brief moment, all that gaded as Marylin stepped forward and spoke. A sudden alrt look came about the paled features of the bare footed vampire. Standing up as he welcomed her to the table with a curtious "Evening," and a polite gesture of his hand for her to sit beside him. THough as SPike stood there, he looked a little dizzy on his feet, one hand raising to rest fingers against his forehead and the other supporting him as it rested down on the table. A moment later and Spike was sitting down again, sinking into his seat a little less then gracefully.

"Everything keeps changing, one minute I'm here, the next I'm there, or somewhere between... which is the worst." The eldest of the gathered vampires solftly spoke, still rubbing his eyes as if that might help get rid of the false images he saw. "It's getting worse, I was getting better, now it's all falling apart again."