Drusilla moaned pitifully and Spike lovingly patted her hand. "There now, blossom. We'll get you to someplace you can rest, and Bob's yer uncle."
"And rest she shall until you have completed the task I have set before you," said the voice of Laibach.
Spike pulled his hand away and looked at Dru. The ancient demon now peered out through her beautiful eyes.
"What do you mean by that?" Spike asked, cold fear stoking a raging fire in his chest.
"There is still much for you to do, vampire," Laibach whispered. "The necromancer Matereani awaits your arrival so that the ritual to return the Master from beyond may commence."
Spike glanced away from Laibach - from Drusilla - to gaze out the tinted windows. He'd rather look at traffic signs passing by than the ancient evil peering out at him through his lover's eyes.
"And I intend to be very helpful to our necromancer friend. It's what I agreed to do." Spike glanced back at Laibach. "I'll keep my part of the bargain, will you?"
