Truly, another dead slayer would satisfy Drusilla to no end. Especially this one...she'd begun to smell her on Spike's aura. Just on the edges. Dirty dealings.

This chase would not let up until the two had reached the Western Lake; there, deep under the cold waters, was a cave. Drusilla had dived into it once already in a desperate escape attempt from the morning sun, and had sheltered there til morning on that occasion.

She didn't like the nasty dark cave. She preferred her bedroom filled with pretty things by the other lake. At the edge of the water, she turned at bay.