"Not a teddy at all," said Dru as she licked her fingers with a long, pointed tongue. "Not a bear but a stinky ape. A naughty little monkey. Bad monkey!"

Spike flicked ash off the end of his cigarette, his face shifting back to its smooth, human aspect. "Not to worry, love. We'll get you something cuddly to play with."

The stunned Nykos tried to retreat but stumbled over the cooling carcasses of the twins and fell to the ground. As his blood pooled on the cobblestones, he tried to rise, tried to return to his den in the sewers beneath the city of lights, but he was too weak. He lay on the ground, the scent of death and cigarettes all around him. The world began to darken and he could hear the vampires talking.

"That was a very bad monkey, wasn't it, Spike?"

"Yes it was, pet," Spike responded. "Very bad."

Their voices grew softer, more distant.

"Spike, what do you think bad monkeys eat?" Dru asked intently.

The vampire was silent for what seemed a very long time, as if he had to put much thought into the question before he answered. When his response came, it was as though he had been struck with an epiphany.

"Why, rotten bananas of course."

Then the darkness gathered about Nykos and he heard the voices no more.