Spike looked at Buffy. She held her head high and defiant, glaring at the vampire lord. He saw the way her supple muscles rippled under her skin. Her heart beat sang in his ears. God. Of all the girls in the world, he had to love the bloody slayer. De Vincint took a step towards Buffy, and Spike stood protectively in front of her. "Stand aside vampire." De Vincint said with a wave of his hand. Against his will, Spike felt himself moving to the side. He resisted, tightening his muscles in order to help her, but the effort was too great, and he looked at Giles. The watcher appeared to be trying to move also, but he could not.

Spike couldn't see the witch, but he assumed that she was in the same fix. Buffy was on her own.