Buffy knew the mob was coming. She had come to warn him to leave, to get out of Sunnydale before they could get to him. But they were fast. Too fast. They were only humans, but they were able to overcome her easily. Something wasn't right. Three men tackled her to the ground as she screamed for Spike. "Run!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. The men quickly tied her arms behind her back forcefully. She knew she would bruise from their roughness, but it didn't matter. She had to get out of this and help him. They hauled her up, making her watch as the man on the midnight horse chased Spike through the trees. She could easily see in this moonless night, and that made it worse. His pale skin shone as if it were a beacon, calling the man to him.
She watched as Spike ran. He was running with everything he had in him, and all she could do was watch. Run! her mind screamed. Run, Spike. Run! She struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists. She saw him dodge the trees with ease, but the horse was fast, faster than a mortal horse could ever be. Something about this mob, and everything along with them, was different. Not mortal, but not demonic either. She wished Giles were able to tell her more. She didn't want Spike to die, especially not like this. She didn't want him to die before she could tell him she loved him.