"Damn," Spike muttered to himself. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" He looked down at the girl in his arms, and swore again. He could hear her pulse weakening rapidly, and he knew Dawn would be visiting her sister and mother if he didn't do something soon. Cursing himself for allowing this to happen, he bit into her neck, still holding her in his arm's. Once he had taken enough blood that he was sure it would work, he bit into his wrist, forced open her clenched jaw, and fed her his blood. Once she died, he hurried to his motorcycle, threw the girl over his shoulder and headed back to Sunnydale to get Willow to cast that spell that made his sire into the poof.