Spike + Vampire: Highschool of Monsters (Freshman)

Spike had this weird feeling surrounding him. What was once the cold embrace of death had now become something warm and comforting. He opened his eyes and saw something he was not expecting to see.

He was laying down naked in a field of flowers, bright colorful ones that made up a glowing rainbow. The sky was the dark navy blue of night, lit up by a large full moon that gave off a soft blue light. Spike looked around and saw a forest in the distance.

"What is this place?" Spike asked. "It's... so beautiful."

"This is my garden and home, dear," a warm voice said from behind him.

Spike shot his head around to see a tall woman clad in a dark cloak looking at him. He couldn't see most of the woman's face underneath the cloak, but he could see a warm smile on her face, a smile that could soothe a restless soul just by looking at it. The weirdest thing was that Spike was standing in front of this figure naked, but no sense of shame overwhelmed him. In fact, he felt completely at ease around this woman.

"Who... who are you?" Spike asked.

"You'll find out in due time," the woman said. "But right now, you have to return. The world will need you."

"What do you--?" Spike asked before a bright light shone in front of his eyes.

...

Spike woke up with a slight ache in his chest and neck. He looked around to see that he was laying on a tarp just outside the arena. To his right was a nurse wearing what looked like a medieval plague doctor's mask, who turned to Spike and seemed visibly shocked.

"Hey, do you know what--?" Spike asked before getting cut off.

The nurse screamed as she ran off inside the arena, leaving Spike there to wonder what was happening to him. He looked down and saw that his uniform was shredded and blood-stained. He thought back to remember what had happened to him, and he finally remembered.

"I... was eaten. Literally torn apart and eaten," Spike said silently. "If I was eaten, how am I back?"

He looked down at himself again and saw that his body was completely intact. There was no indication that he was even bitten at all. Feeling for his internal magic, he could feel the energy flowing through him.

"Is this what magic healing is like?" Spike asked.

The nurse returned with Nurse Redheart, now wearing a plague mask, and another doctor that Spike didn't recognize. They all looked just as shocked as the first nurse was to see Spike among the living again. Redheart and the other masked doctor rushed to Spike immediately.

"Spike! How are you alive?! Are you okay?!" Redheart asked.

"I don't know! All I know is that I was being eaten by some of the infected, and then... I wake up here," Spike replied.

"How is this possible?" the masked doctor asked. "No monster should be able to heal from that kind of damage."

"Well, Spike here has an arc-level of two-thousand," Redheart said. "Maybe that has something to do with it."

The masked doctor looked at Spike with even greater interest. "That might explain the state of the students who ate you."

"What? What happened to them?" Spike asked.

"By the time we got to you, they were all passed out around you," Redheart replied. "They're awake now, but it seems that they're no longer suffering from Moonrage."

"You mean... they're better?" Spike asked.

"Indeed, which makes this mystery deepen. Our blood tests have shown that this is a mutant strain of Moonrage, so it doesn't make sense that they could be healed at the drop of a hat," the masked doctor said before turning to Spike. "Unless... "

"Unless what, Doctor Glade?" Redheart asked.

"Spike, would you be willing to donate blood to the infected?" Doctor Glade asked.

That was an interesting question to ask at this point, but Spike had a good idea what the doctor was thinking. Besides, if there was a way to help them that didn't involve him getting eaten alive again, he could do that.

"Yeah, I could donate," Spike replied.

"Excellent! I'll get everything set up!" Doctor Glade said.

Now that Spike and Redheart were alone, the Jiangshi nurse turned to Spike. There was relief in her eyes as she looked at him. Without warning, Redheart grabbed Spike and pulled him to her in a tight hug.

"I'm so happy you're alright!" Redheart said tearfully. "I was so worried when I saw you in that state!"

Spike hugged her back and stroked her head. "It's okay. I'm fine, now."

The two continued their hug for a while until Glade came back. When he saw them, he whistled in his mask's beak and chuckled.

"Well, look who's being a loving puppy!" Glade said.

"I... I was just happy to see that Spike is alive and healthy!" Redheart said.

"Are you kidding me, Red? I know that you always had a thing for younger males," Glade said. "Remember Jason?"

"You...! You said you wouldn't bring him up, anymore!" Redheart yelled. Glade only laughed.

"I swear, you're as easy to tease as a cat with a broken leg!" Glade said. "Anyway, let's get going, young Spike."

Spike and Redheart followed Glade inside the arena and was in awe of what he saw. In the stands and within the ring were beds of restrained Were-monsters hooked up to IV drips and different machines to keep them alive. In the middle of the ring was a chair with several empty blood bags hooked up around it. The doctor gestured to the chair with his hand,

"Alright, Spike, if you could just sit down in this chair, we'll handle the rest," Glade said.

He did as the doctor instructed and sat down in the chair. Doctor Glade rolled up Spike's left sleeve and felt around his lower arm near the elbow for a vein. Once he found it, he rubbed the area with an alcohol wipe before sticking a tubed needle in his arm. Once that was done, he gave Spike a rubber ball.

"I'm gonna need you to squeeze this ball to keep the blood flowing. Do that, and try to use your energy to keep up blood production," Glade said.

"Will do," Spike said, squeezing the ball.

(An Hour-and-a-Half Later)

Spike was feeling extremely weak by the time he filled up all the bags. Redheart was standing next to him for comfort the entire time. His skin was as pale as a ghost and his limbs felt like they were made of jelly.

"You did a great job, Spike. Now let's get you some food, juice, and sleep. I'll inform your teachers about this," Redheart said. "I'm sure some of your classmates can bring you your homework."

"Mm-hmm. Sounds good," Spike said weakly.

Redheart and Doctor Glade removed the needle and helped Spike to his feet. Glade gave Spike a gentle pat on the back.

"Amazing job, Spike. You just helped a lot of your classmates tonight," Glade said.

As Redheart helped Spike walk, they passed a bed where Octavia lay. She was now in her human form and looked a lot more lucid. She smiled upon seeing Spike.

"Spike... I'm so sorry," Octavia said.

"It's fine. As long as you're fine, I'll be fine," Spike said. "I just hope you get plenty of rest and get better."

"Okay," Octavia said.

Spike and Redheart left the arena and made it to Spike's dorm room. Due to Spike's weakened state, they had to use the building's elevator. Bringing Spike to his dorm room, Redheart laid him down on his bed to let him rest up from his ordeal. He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Tucking him in, Redheart looked at Spike with a kind expression.

"I was hoping to get some more of your blood at some point, but I suppose I can wait for now," Redheart said. "Well, since I'm here, I guess I can have a little bit of fun."

Redheart removed her clothes and climbed into bed next to Spike, wrapping her arms around him. Spike unconsciously put his arms around her and held her close. Redheart leaned her head towards his neck and gave it a small lick. She gave him a mischievous smile.

"It'll be my turn to play with you when you get better, Spike. I promise you that much," Redheart said. "I think you'd like what I have planned."

*****

Dueling Arena

Sombra and Dr. Johan walked into the arena to see the sight of the infected students being given bags of blood. Amazingly, they were no longer thrashing in viral rage, but were no sleeping peacefully. It was an amazing sight to see. They walked up to Doctor Glade as he was tending to one of his patients.

"Excuse me, Dr. Glade, but what happened here?" Sombra asked. "Your patients look better than they did when I cam by here earlier."

"Thank you, Grand Inquisitor. And I have Spike to thank for this little miracle," Glade said.

"You used a dead student's blood for this?!" Sombra asked, angry.

"What? No! Spike's still alive," Glade said. "Believe me, I wouldn't use the blood of the deceased for this."

Both Sombra and Johan looked to each other in surprise. They turned back to the doctor with questions.

"Spike's... still alive?" Johan asked. "That should be impossible!"

"I was surprised, too! But he somehow healed after being eaten alive," Glade said. "It was nothing short of a miracle."

"Is Spike still around?" Sombra asked.

"Nurse Redheart took him back to his dorm," Glade replied. "He donated quite a lot of blood and he's pretty weak."

Now that they knew Spike was alive and recovering, there was another matter they wanted to learn about.

"What makes you think Spike's blood can heal these students?" Johann asked.

"I don't really know, but it's amazing! It's like his blood is destroying the virus within them!" Glade said. "His blood is a tremendous boon to monster medical science."

"If you don't mind, can I have a sample of Spike's blood to study?" Johan asked. "I myself would like to know how this miracle is possible."

"Of course you can. We ended up taking more than we needed anyway," Glade said. "I'll give you a whole bag to study."

"Thank you, Herr Glade," Johan said.

Glade gave them the promised blood bag and the pair left the arena, with Johan making a beeline for the school's science lab. Sombra looked up at the crescent moon of the sky.

"If Spike can survive that kind of damage and heal terrible diseases with his blood, then what is he?" Sombra asked. "I hope that Johann can provide me with answers."