"Well that was bloody fun, it will be even better when the girl is out of the way." Spike said as he set the jar down on a table.
Their numerous minions surrounded them, some drinking blood from a fountain. Two of the vampires came up to Spike and Dru with an offering. It was a teenage girl who had not been drained but beaten badly. Spike grabbed a knife from the table and slit her throat. The blood dripped down as Drusilla began to drink it. Spike looked down at his love and embraced in a kiss. Drusilla began to unbutton Spike's shirt while their minions looked on.
"Do we really want to do this in front of the lot of them?" Spike asked.
"NO, NO, NAUGHTY EYES LOOKING AT US AND JUDGING US. It must stop." Drusilla yelled out.
"It will love. Once we open that jar up it will." Spike said.
"Alright everyone time to make with the welcoming party." Spike said as he lifted the top from the ancient jar.
A green mist rose from the jar it swirled above them for a few seconds then came to the ground. The mist twisted and turned together until it from a figure. A demon stood now before them examining his surroundings.
"Funny I thought you be a bit taller." Spike said.
"And you're a vampire, I don't judge." The demon said.
Drusilla look at him with amazement.
"And just who are you mate?" Spike asked.
"I'm the one that's going to deal with your slayer problem." The demon said.
"How do you know about the slayer?" Spike asked.
"I know.." The demon replied.
"Can't say I like it here to much, I like my hideouts simple and bear. What no television?" The demon said with frustration.
"How bout we forget about the sodden television and get back to my problem." Spike yelled with anger.
"Hey I've got decades of television to catch up on, you know I still don't know who shot J.R." The Demon yelled back.
"Enough." Spike said as he picked up an ax and rushed to the demon. He swung the ax right at the creatures next but the blade went right through him with no effect.
"Well that didn't work." Spike said bewildered.
"His flesh is not real, No, little girl needs to be slain." Drusilla yelled.
"And she will be, you can count on that. Now as for you seems like you can't help us one bit." Spike said confronting the demon.
"Awhhhhhh, the slayer." Drusilla yelled as she fainted.
Spike ran over to her and quickly revived her.
"Did you have a vision pet?" He asked concerned.
"Yes, the slayer will be with the spirits tonight. Carousing with them, she's all lost." Drusilla said.
"With the spirits? What do you mean?" Spike asked.
"She means that the slayer will be in the spirit world tonight and it just so happens I can go there." The demon stated.
"Well that's not going to make a bit of difference if you're a ghost." Spike yelled.
"I'm not a ghost I was just made incorporeal. Do you know how long it's been since I have drawn the blood of an enemy?" The demon said as he passed his hand into a small pool of blood without feeling any of it.
"Have to say I don't really care I just want the slayer dead! And if you can't do it then I will find someone that will." Spike said.
"Oh I can do it. Trust me when I say she will be dead before the nights end." The demon said as he disappeared.
