Spike struggled to his feet, a hand clutched to the wound in his shoulder, oblivious to pain as he watched Laibach deal with his attacker.

Drusilla's fingers sank into the first layer of fur-covered muscle and continued to dig. The Lothgar bucked in agony, dangling above the floor, still held by the neck in her vise-like grasp. Her hand plunged into the stomach cavity with a wet slurp. The demon's frenzied movements began to slow as Laibach used Drusilla's hands to remove the creature's large intestine and toss it to the bedroom floor.

"Such fragile things, these simple beasts with the audacity to call themselves demons," Laibach said as he tugged more organs from the cavity and threw them to the floor. "I will have to give serious thought to allowing your race to exist in my beautiful, new world."

She let the demon's limp body fall from her grasp and then looked at Spike.

"The sun has set," Laibach said with his lover's mouth. "Now it is time for us to begin the journey. Take us to Sunnydale so I may again walk upon the earth."

Drusilla's eyes fluttered and it seemed as though she noticed the dead demon at her feet for the very first time. "Spike," she cooed as she brought a gore-covered hand to her nose and sniffed it. "Is the little monkey sleeping?"

Spike went to her. Lovingly he lifted her dress to see the extent of the damage done by the Lothgar's claws. The wounds had already begun to heal. "Nothing to concern yourself with, honeybun," he said as he kissed the tips of her fingers and gently touched the gashes on her leg. "Just a bit of nastiness left over from our trip to Paris is all."