Still in the temple, Boxer rebellion. Fires rage outside in the streets. Drusilla, wearing white gown, wafts into the temple, moaning about the "mess" Spike has made. She calls him naughty and wicked and then reaches her hand out to him. He comes towards her with predatory confidence and suddenly grabs her into a tight embrace. Dru gasps in pleasure. I'm getting embarrassed just recapping this naughtiness. Spike asks if Dru ever heard that the blood of a Slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac and then holds his bloody finger up to her mouth, telling her to have a taste. Dru -- well, Dru fellates his finger and moans. Sheesh. I'm blushing here. It's a good thing I didn't take that job with www.reallybigsmut.com. Five minutes of an episode of The Red Shoe Diaries and I would have blushed myself into an early grave. Spike lifts Dru and slams her against the wall. They kiss passionately, wildly, and sink to the floor. Later, as the rebellion rages on, Dru and Spike wander the streets, blissfully unaware and all post-coital. They run into Darla and Angelus, and Dru brags that Spike just killed a Slayer. Spike sticks his tongue out in a leering fashion. Angelus, looking like he has bad lower-intestinal pain, grumbles, "Congratulations. I guess that makes you one of us." Spike snickers and tells Angelus he'll let him have a crack at the next Slayer. Dru smells intoxicating fear in the streets, but Angelus is in no mood for fun, and like the big party-pooper he is, he grabs Darla and grumps off, saying the rebellion is beginning to bore him. Spike and Dru giggle and cuddle. More shots of the terror in the streets and then a slow-mo shot of Spike walking towards the camera, flames behind him, his face still splashed with the Slayer's blood. All four of the vampires walk abreast; Spike jumps up over a barrel and glowers into the camera.