Ah, yes. If there's anything better Spike loved than showing off, it was people being impressed with what he was showing off. He gestured widely with his arms and walked toward it. "Just like any old fountain, I s'pose. The trick here is that Taxon's supplyin' the blood. It changes out every day, so it's always fresh."

He dipped his finger into it, then licked, obviously tasting. "Hmmm, A Neg. Not my favorite, but it'll certainly do." Especially since it always tasted fresh and warm, coming out of the fountain. He gestured toward the many comfortable loungers scattered about the lawn. "Have a seat, I'll fetch us some glasses."

He disappeared into what looked like a service door hidden mostly by a bush. The mansion itself did look nice and large and open, even if that wasn't actually the case. To Spike's despair, the service door to the basement was the only one that opened.