"Not like I was offering to show them to you," he muttered, but past that he didn't press the point. It wasn't important.

The blood room. Full of Spike's kind. Evil, soulless monsters. Something Buffy had made it all too clear she hated. Maybe it meant something. Spike had no idea what of course, but he doubted it was a coincidence. He was miles out of his depth.

"I saw you. I don't think you're crazy. I do think you've got to figure out why." Could it have been him? But no, she'd been around him before. Just because she'd attacked him... hadn't been personal. Probably. He was just the nearest target. "Think it might happen again? In other places?"