"Who does she think she is anyways? Playing me for a fool. Doesn't she know I can 'ave anyone I want?" Spike grumbled to himself. He had retreated to the Bronze after his confrontation with Buffy and Riley. "She's lucky to 'ave me. I'm freakin' William the Bloody!"

"Hey buddy. You wanna keep it down? You're scaring the customers." said the bartender.

"Good. Bloody great. Haven't put fear into anyone in a while. ." Spike was a bit intoxicated at this point. He had arrived there an hour before and hadn't moved from his barstool. Drink after drink he put them down. "Doesn't she know who I am? I'm....I'm..." Spike looked to his right to search for someone who'd listen. What he found was a man who was paying no attention to him whatsoever. The man seemed a bit strange though. Not the Sunnydale type. Spike looked him over a few times. He seemed like the athletic type. Tall and muscular. He also had one of the worst haircuts that Spike had ever seen.

"Hey mate. What's with you?" Spike inquired. "You in the army or something?" Spike laughed at this and then took another gulp of his drink.

"Sort of." the man replied with a smirk on his face. He turned to look at Spike and then over Spike's shoulder. Spike noticed this too and glanced over to where the man was looking. There behind him were three other men. All were muscular and shared the same stupid haircut. "Oh bloody hell." Spike said before attempting to run.

"Stop him!" came a voice. The three men tackled Spike, who in his intoxicated state, could put up no fight. "Bloody....." was all Spike managed to get out before his vision went black.

"Where....am....I?" Spike moaned. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The four men were standing over him. All were dressed in camouflage and holding various weaponry. "Hold him up!" one said. Two of the men picked Spike up and held him. He tried to break free but felt woozy.

"Don't bother fighting." said the man again. "We've put so many drugs in you its a wonder you can speak."

The man motioned to the second man standing beside him. He passed him a long black rod which seemed harmless. Both men looked at the drunken vampire and laughed. An electric current flowed through Spike like blood. It seized up his muscles, blurred his vision and made him scream out in pain. Then the two men holding Spike let him drop to the ground. They started to kick him and seemed to want to break his ribs. All Spike could manage were grunts and moans of pain.

"Riley called in a favour. Stay away from Buffy or it'll be the death of you." said one of the men.

Spike jumped up. It took every ounce of energy he had. "Fag off!" he cried. He swung at one of them. They ducked his attempt and stuck the rod into his back. Again, a surge of electricity ran through Spike's body. "Ahhhhhh!!"

"So who's up for Parcheesi?" asked Xander. "Not me. I'm more in a monopoly mood." Willow replied.

"Oh what is it with you people and board games? Shouldn't we do something else less boring? Like go see a movie or......" Anya stopped talking due to lack of ideas.

"I don't know. Monopoly is quite the invigorating game." Xander said with a smile.

Then there came a knock on the door. So quiet and soft it almost wasn't heard. Giles answered it since it was his house they were in. "Good Lord Spike. What happened?" asked Giles as he helped him into the living room and onto the couch. Spike was a mess. His leather jacket was gone; his black shirt was ripped and had holes in it; one boot was missing; his usually slick blond hair was dishevelled and of course he was a mess of blood.

"Initiative......" was all he said.