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Spike closed his eyes and found himself drifting into a place where his obligation to Laibach had been fulfilled and Drusilla was again in his arms. A future place. It was going to be a different world, a world where the burning warmth of the sun had been extinguished, thick clouds of black ash filled the sky- and the Great Old Ones held sway over all.

The New Order didn't appeal to him very much. Not a great deal of fun to be had after the apocalypse, he was sure. But at least he would have Drusilla back. And as long as they were together, well, there was no such thing as Hell.

Dru burrowed against him, muttering softly to herself.

"That's it, love," he said bringing her hand to his mouth and giving it a kiss. "You rest and let me fix things. I'll have that dusty old god out of your head soon enough."

One way or another, he thought. One way, or another.

THE END