"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" God, they were so cliché, like evil henchmen in a spy thriller. Though at least that kind could be brought off. He felt the grip tighten against him and he knew that no matter what Nicolas did now, he was so screwed. The vampires began to move towards the door and Spike reluctantly moved with them, frustrating flaring inside him. God, this was so pathetic. "We're going to leave. And hey, maybe we'll take your boy with us. We could use a snack. Or a play toy, we never get the time to torture anyone any more. We'll make him scream for us."

Oh that was so it. Spike took a chance and swung his arm back, catching the one that was holding him right in the balls. Undead or not, that was always the worse spot to hit. When the vampire staggered back in pain, Spike yanked the stake from his pocket and swiftly jammed it into the vampire's chest.

Now, that would have been way cooler if he hadn't of been just a few inches to the right more than he needed and thus had missed the heart. "What?!" The vampire looked down at his chest and blinked a few times, probably as stunned as Spike that it hadn't worked. And then he proceeded to punch Spike once again in the face, hard enough that Spike dropped to the ground. Still, at least he was out of the way? That counted as a victory.