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Hey, kids. Geez, I have to run off to a meeting in London with the UNIT heads, and suddenly all hell breaks loose here. I've been warned about these virus things, but I've yet to actually experience one. Should I consider myself lucky? From what I've heard, they're to be avoided at all costs. What did this last one entail? I've heard it was something about love, but that's all I've gotten.

...alright. I have a question for you guys, and it's not exactly the happiest of topics. Have any of you ever lost any family members or teammates or friends or really just anyone that's close to you? How did you deal with it? I have a friend that's having a harder time with coping with a loss than I knew at first, and I'm really not sure what to do about it. This friend has been through a lot, you know? I just really want to do something to help. This really isn't my field of expertise, though. I'm much more of a "grin and bear it" kinda guy, right? I'm not sure how I can help out, but this person means a lot to me, so I'm open to suggestions.

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Not exactly.

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Actually, I'm not sure that I really age at all anymore, to tell you the truth. Not something that I really want to be common knowledge, but I trust you won't go spreading that around. Being a 19th century guy yourself.

Consider my lips sealed... for the time being.

No real big secret when I'm from, though. Once you tell everyone you're a vampire, they don't leave much shock and horror for the rest of it. Shame, really.

A vampire, eh? I've never actually ran into a vampire, which is surprising, considering how many things I've run into over the years. Impressive.

So, are you vampires the whole attack and kill the innocents type like they make you out to be? Should I worry about being abducted in the night or something like that?

Someone cute like you should always be worried about being taken.

As for the rest of it - some of our and some of us aren't. The ones of us with any brass at all are.

Ooh, you're a charmer, you are, Spike. Let me tell you, it's much appreciated.

Interesting. I'll take note of that and keep it in mind the next time I'm walking about a dark alley by myself.

You're not running away. That's a blessing and a curse.

Ah. I think you'll find that I'm a more heartier sort than most.

So, what sort of sturdier stuff are you packed full of, Captain?

Hah, that's alright. Jack and I can wait if it means we get to talk to Spike. :3

Oh, you know. The sort of stuff that lets you walk out of any kind of encounter alive and kicking.

You the next bionic man?

8D

Well, something like that, but not really. According to the person that actually knows what happened, I'm wrong and should never have existed. Which is really great to tell someone after they've traveled to the end of the universe just to find out what the hell happened.

Sounds like a real downer.

Want me to eat him or her?

It really was. But it was a really long time ago, and I'm over it. For the most part.

I would say yes, but sadly I'm friends with this person, so then I'd feel pretty bad about bringing about their death. Plus, a lot of people around here on the community would probably take offense to me offing him. You might have heard of the Doctor, a plucky little guy who hangs around about here a lot?

You don't sound like you're over it.

Never talked to him, but his squinty face sounds familiar.

Well...maybe not. But I'll have to live with the fact that I didn't get the choice, it was made for me. And I'll have to live with it forever, if you catch my drift.

Yeah, he has a habit of making some pretty strange faces. Also has a habit of swooping in and causing trouble wherever he seems to end up, so... Nice guy, even so, although more than a little strange, and dare I say, kooky.

You learn to love eternity. It's not a bad gig, mate.

Kooky you can dare say. Maybe I should meet him anyway, just for shits and giggles.

I don't know about that, "mate". Eternity is a pretty long time; I've already been around for...well, a while, I should know. The fact that there's really no threat to my eternity is both extremely helpful and ridiculously, well, lonely, I guess.

Heh, maybe you should. He would probably be fascinated with the whole vampire bit--don't know whether he's run into any vampires before in his travels. I wonder.

But there'll always be 1-900 numbers and your right hand. 'Less you find other immortal people to kick around a crypt with.

Maybe I'll blow his mind.

There's always someone interested, don't get me wrong. I'm fairly amazing, after all. And I guess there are other almost-as-immortal people running around, as you are an example of. The problem I have is that I get rather attached to people, and then they have the nasty habit of dying on me.

Oh, if you do, will you tell me about it? He usually already has met mostly everything--Time Lord, and all that, travels the universe through a machine that works through time and space.

I'm pretty much immortal as it gets around here, pet. And all you got to do is not let them die.

... huh. You don't say.

Don't vampires turn into dust or something if you stake them in the right place? Or set them on fire? That's what the stories here say, anyway. And yeah, there is that. Unfortunately, potential death is all a part of the Torchwood job, and I'd feel horrible if I left it to anyone else.

Yup. It's how I got stranded in the year 200,100 with only one good use left on my own vortex manipulator that consequentially permanently stranded me in the 1800's at the mercy of a fairly new and ruthless Torchwood.

Technicalities, Captain. Just don't make me too hot and stake me in all the wrong places, and we're golden.

Your past is kind of convoluted, isn't it?

See, you're not indestructible. That's my problem. I have a habit of, er, not staying gone, no matter what happens. And many, many things have happened, so many times I don't even know the exact number anymore. Which is good, but I don't really even have an option.

To say the least. It's pretty much the most confusing thing I've ever encountered, and I've lived it. I can only imagine trying to explain everything to someone else.

I can hold my own pretty well, though. Only died once.

You've died?