It's daylight, and they're not on fire. It's a good thing they're not on fire, as there's no cover to speak of. They're in - a strikingly gorgeous valley overlooking a strikingly gorgeous gorge with a river running through it, and a mansion perched on the lip of the gorge. It's midday, but the sky is more colorful than it typically is for a sunset. Everything is brightly, stunningly, exquisitely beautiful.

What the fuck.

"Dru, pet, wake up, they've done something else to us now."

"I don't want to. - it's so bright here, Spike, make it stop."

He takes off his coat, lets her wrap herself in it, and starts carrying her.

He is not immediately sure what else to do, so he yells at the sky. 

"Hey! What the fuck is this supposed to be?"

The sky does not answer. The birds chirp.

Well. Fuck.

Better than the cell, anyway. 

He heads for the mansion.

It's two stories on this side (four on the side facing the gorge), made of glass and some kind of metal he doesn't recognize and lots of elaborate stonework. It has gardens, wild rather than carefully kept. 

He considers whether he can see a door, and then it occurs to him that he doesn't really need a door to break down, he can probably just break the glass. He sets Dru down in the garden and attempts this.

This works fine, which is interesting because it wouldn't if it were a human residence. 

Someone inside the house comes over to see what he did. They're - of the same species as the Slayer's bodyguard, tall and pretty with braided hair. Their eyes widen.

"You there!" he says, pointing at them. "Where the fuck am I?"

They look even more surprised. They take up a piece of cloth on the table and use it to carefully clear smashed glass away from the window. They try to say something. In several languages! None of them are English, or anything else Spike would recognize.

Well that's just great.

OK. Options. A, he could kill this person now, it's been a while since he's had blood from anything that wasn't a pig or a cow or whatever the government people are using. And Dru could definitely use some fresh blood to heal from her ordeal. B, he could keep this person around for a bit in case they're useful, which seems kind of unlikely given that they don't speak any languages he knows (which is annoying, because he knows a lot, actually, including several demon languages), but on the other hand he doesn't have anyone else. C, he could try turning them, which will make them more likely to help, although they'll still have the whole language thing. It's not really that big of a commitment, given that he can just behead them if he gets bored.

Hm. Well, he can't get them back if he kills them. He decides to step through the window and investigate the mansion first.

The mansion is spacious and full of plants and as excessively pretty as the outdoors - moreso, maybe. Someone put an extraordinary amount of thought into the placement of every object in this mansion, and the growth of every plant. There are elaborate hyperrealistic tapestries on most of the walls; they depict children of whatever-the-species-is, playing. 

One appears to be a family portrait. It contains about forty people of all ages from 'infant' to 'young adult'. Several are wearing crowns and two are sitting on a throne. The Slayer's bodyguard is in there, holding a little kid and laughing. 

- well then.

OK. He's been sent to - whatever demon dimension the slayer's bodyguard is from, that checks out. Can't be a coincidence and he sure as hell didn't open that portal, which means the slayer's bodyguard probably did it, and is probably waiting for him to -

- yeah, he's not actually sure where this is going, this is actually really weird.

He goes back outside to check on Dru.

The person he startled is still diligently cleaning up glass, shooting concerned glances at him and at Dru.

The birds outside start singing with more enthusiasm. In the distance, little gliding metal ships can be seen floating in over the valley.

Ugh.

"You all right, Dru?"

Drusilla sobs and clutches her head. "I don't like the fairy, Spike. Make it stop. Kill it. Kill it. Kill it."

"In good time, love. Think we might want to figure out what's going on first."

"The stars are all wrong here - I don't like it - "

The metal ships float on over and disembark in front of the mansion. People get out. 

The Slayer's bodyguard is one of them. He's dressed far more elaborately, here, and his hair is much longer, and he's riding with an enormous dog who disembarks with him.

The person who has been cleaning up the broken glass hurries over towards them, presumably to tell him that Spike and Dru are his problem now.

"You!" screams Spike, and he kind of really wants to punch him in the face right now, but he thinks he'll definitely lose a fight against all of these people. This would be fine if they'd killed Dru, but they didn't, actually, so he just sort of stands in front of her protectively and seethes at them and gets ready to make a break for it if he needs to.

Foreign language??

Different foreign language?

"Oh come on, I know bloody well you speak English! You just did it!"

- honestly though it would be kind of weird if his hair could grow that long that fast, what the fuck is this, some kind of doppelgänger -

"He's all changed. All different. But the same."