Your fingers find their way to Spike's neck, squeezing until his eyes widened. You smell the other vampire's fear thick in the air. It's like a drug. It makes you tightened your grip, even as Spike claws at your hands, collection your skin under his blunt fingernails. You grin and lift Spike up into the air almost effortlessly. Spike kicks out and hits your knee as hard as he can. You hiss and dig your fingers into the soft skin there, drawing blood. Spike opens his mouth and coughs once, then says one single word.

"Angelus?"

"Yes, boy. It's me again."