Drusilla cocked her head oddly and Laibach stared at him with her shiny dark eyes. "She is in here with me. Your lover is fine - for now. Do as I tell you and she will continue to live. Act foolishly and I guarantee she will suffer horribly."

To his dismay and disgust, the first thing that crossed Spike's mind at these words was Sunnydale, the place he hated most in the world. Thing was, if this had happened back there, he could have tracked down the stuffy Watcher, Giles, or the cute little redheaded witch girl who spent so much time with the Slayer, and forced one of them to figure out who this Laibach was and how to get him out of Dru.

But they weren't in Sunnydale. It made him sick to think he might be better off if they were. With a slow nod, Spike reached into the inside pocket of his long leather coat and plucked out his cigarettes. He stuck one in his mouth, then leaned against the wall, eyeing Drusilla carefully, feeling the sinister gaze of the thing within her weighing heavily on him. He didn't know anyone in Paris who didn't want to kill him. No one to help. Time to parley. Talk was best.

For now.