Nykos gazed at Dru and then back at Spike. It smiled, its teeth broken and bloody from the relentless beating. "You wish to protect her from me?" the demon hissed, bloody saliva running through its thick fur. "You've failed." It quickly began to crawl up the length of bed toward Drusilla.

Spike dove. He landed atop the Lothgar and attempted to pull the demon beast from his lover.

Drusilla giggled happily and clapped her hands. "Oh, naughty Spike, we haven't done this in forever."

Nykos slashed one massive hand down and sliced four deep gashes across the exposed flesh of Drusilla's leg. Her scream of pain was like a stake to Spike's heart. Fury surging through him he hauled the struggling demon from the bed and onto the floor. Spike slammed a headbutt into the face of the frenzied beast. A flash of dark motion at the edge of his vision distracted him - Drusilla lunging off the bed - and he did not move fast enough to avoid the Lodger's next attack. Nykos extended its head, mouth wide, and sank its jagged teeth into his shoulder.

Spike bellowed as pain exploded through his undead body.

"Aaaargh!" he roared through gritted teeth as he yanked on the demon's fur covered head. "And me without a newspaper."

He felt his blood running down his side in rivulets and began to rain blows down upon his attacker's face. He was having little success in removing the beartrap like grip of the demon's jaws when the lithe form of Drusilla suddenly loomed over them.