Spike was unresponsive, but when the blood hit the back of his throat, he started swallowing.  Still deathly still, but the blood-drinking instinct was strong in a vampire.  He kept drinking as she poured it in.<br/><br/>The others were still scrambling about, trying now to run *back* to the truck to block the plane from taking off, but it was all too apparent they weren't going to succeed.  At the moment it was just Raven on the tarmac with Spike.  That is, if you didn't count the limo driver.<br/><br/>The second bag Raven poured in, his eyes fluttered open.  He tried to speak, but couldn't make words come out.