Spike watched as the boy's eyes blinked and his overly extended jaw began to close, returning noisily to place. The body, suddenly animated, headed for the door.

"Thanks for the info, Azz," Spike said cheerily as the demon pulled open the door.

"Don't mention it. Now I remember why I don't do business with vampires." The demon slammed the door as it left.

Malik turned back to Spike. Averting his eyes he asked, "What do we do now, Spike?"

Puffing himself up a bit, Spike gazed toward the balcony where Drusilla stood looking off into the night. "Bring the car around front. I'll fetch the missus."

The vampires filed out the door as Spike moved to the balcony. "Drusilla?" he called softly. "We're going to Luxor now. A little birdie tells me we'll find our stray there. Well, a nasty little slug, but nevertheless."

She continued to stare out through the darkness at the city below.

"Dru?" he called again.

"I feel eyes on me, Spike. Dirty eyes," she said turning slightly to look at him fearfully. "I was telling the stars my sad story when I felt them touch my body."

Spike enfolded her in his arms. "There, there, pet. Nothing out there but snacks." He kissed her tenderly on the neck. "Let's get our things together and be off, shall we?"

Spike turned her gently from the balcony's edge but she could not take her eyes from the night.

"The wind has my scent and finds it delicious. He's out there, Spike," she said, a trace of fear in her voice. "He's out there waiting for us."