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Spike brought the cigarette down from his mouth and stared. "Order of Aurelius?" he asked. "Sorry sport, but I'm not a member o' the club. I'm sort of a third cousin, once removed. My great granny vamp, Darla, she was a lady of the club. Angelus, for about two seconds, maybe. But Dru and me, we never even played their golf course. Can't help you - now, can I have my girlfriend back?"

Laibach cocked Drusilla's head to the other side, confusion in her gaze. "You led the Order, yes?"

"Yeah," Spike said with a sigh. "You caught me. I thought you were talking about the old days. I led 'em, but only for a little bit. I was looking for a gang; they were looking for a leader. You know how it is. All a matter of convenience really. Fella you're looking for was called the Master. Afraid to say he's dead now. Killed by the Slayer."

Laibach stiffly raised Drusilla's arm to point at him. "Fool. You think there is no pattern to these events? The Order of Aurelius cannot be led by any soulless husk. You are of the bloodline of Heinrich Joseph Nest, him who you called the Master. He led the Order. At his destruction, they followed you because they sensed his blood in you. Now you shall help to re-establish the Order, then we shall revive your Master."