"Oh, fuck!" Spike yelped as his flesh literally began to burn in agony. Holy water. Oh, how he hated it. Cursing and patting at his skin, Spike wrenched his head up and his face instantly shifted so that he looked more demonic than he had two seconds ago. Snarling, he tossed his cigarette to the ground and quickly advanced toward Katara. "You're going to pay for that, you stupid little bitch."
He knew that these were Veronica's friends. And Angel's. So they wanted to play? Well then. Spike would give them a round of fun that they'd never forget. Especially since it would consist of their last few moments actually alive. He lunged forward, fangs clearly visible as his hands reached for Katara's throat.