Spike's nose is dripping blood; his chain is gone, and there's at least three stakes aimed in his direction. He's grinning. Bugger scruples, this is what a vampire lives for, and he gets to do it on the side of sodding motherhood and apple pie. And River.

He changes face. It's traditional. And then puts a stake through Brianna's shoulderblade, 'cause it's not, and dammit, one of them should know what it feels like.