Spike threw up his hands in protest, cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Let's just stop right there, shall we. He was never my master. And besides, the Slayer ground his bones to dust. Don't know of any black magic that can return a bloke from that journey."
Drusilla moved awkwardly toward him, a snarl on her lips. "You know nothing." She stopped and looked up into the starry night sky. "For my return - and the return of other Old Ones, the Order must be re-established." She lowered her head and gazed at him with eyes not her own. "And when this is done, you shall return to Sunnydale, there to be met by the necromancer Matereani - whom I have also called. He will aid you in returning Nest from beyond the pale."
"Like hell I will," Spike spat as he flicked the still smouldering butt of his cigarette to the ground. "I've had my fill of that burg, thank you very much. Find another member of the Aurelius fan club to burden 'cause this bloke is not going back to... "
Laibach presented Drusilla's body to him, gently touching her face and neck. "You love this one?" Laibach asked, interrupting the vampire's rant.
Spike remained silent as he watched Drusilla's hands move over the curves of her body.
"Your silence answers my question. You will do everything I ask or your lover will suffer."
