Chapter Two
Spike snarled, lips curling back from his fangs, and he furrowed his thickened brow as he glared into Drusilla's eyes at the new awareness in them, at the thing that had taken her over.
"Seems you've got me mixed up with some other chap enjoys havin' his chain yanked," he said. "I suggest you vacate the premises or things'll get more'n a little ugly."
Drusilla tossed her head back but the laugh that issue from her perfect lips was cold and unearthly. It belonged to the presence within her, this thing that had introduced itself as Laibach.
"Most excellent," the thing said. "Even in the face of superior might, you continue to posture. Yes, you will do nicely."
Spike clenched and unclenched his fists. He wanted to strike, to tear it apart with his bare hands and make it scream, but the only thing there to strike at was Drusilla's perfect alabaster skin.
"Right, then, stowaway. What is it you want with us?"
