A thick, throaty chuckle emerged from Drusilla's throat. "If you cannot trust one of the Elder Gods of the Universe, who can you trust?" It continued to laugh as it looked to Malik and then back to Spike. "Your lover shall be collateral. In a dreamlike state she shall remain until you have fulfilled your promises to me. When the Master is returned, so shall Drusilla be to you. Do you understand me, vampire?"
Spike stared out the window again, jaws clenched with the effort it took for him to restrain himself. He had played by the rules - for the most part. Now Laibach was really beginning to tick him off.
"Do you understand me, vampire?" Laibach said again, this time dipped in petulance.
Spike turned his head and looked directly in his lover's eyes, stared at the ancient evil that had taken up residence there.
"Completely," he said, gaze never wavering.
Drusilla leaned her head back against the plush leather seat and she closed her eyes. Laibach was gone. Spike tentatively took Drusilla's hand in his again. She rested fitfully against him.
