Spike easily sidestepped the creature. He was bleeding from the neck, yeah, but he could handle a wound like this one. It had nothing on the stuff that he'd gone through before; Glory, the First, the trials required for his soul, dozens of encounters with all sorts of nasty bits in the past. A neck wound wasn't going to slow this one down. Not a single bit.
Whipping around to swing his fist at the side of the vampire's face, Spike quickly engaged himself into a fun little tussle. This vampire was younger than he was, easily. Spike could determine that much from this entire situation. Letting that moron take role as leader, for starters. Not to mention all of this hostage nonsense. They hadn't even hired enough minions to appropriately make the scene intimidating. Amateurs.
Out of the corner of his eye, Spike caught Faith finishing off old Gus. Stop playing? Really? But he was having so much fun. Sighing, Spike ducked down and sent the vampire sprawling onto the ground with a swing of his leg. Prying out his stake, which he cautiously carried in his jacket (fall down the right way and he'd be dust and no one wanted that, now did they?), Spike leapt down on top of the vampire and easily took him out in the same manner that the vampire had been thinking on using against himself. Ashes to ashes, dust to - well, everyone knew the phrase.
"I haven't got a bleeding key," Spike answered, straightening up. Stupid dust all over his jacket. That wouldn't do at all. He brushed at his sleeves and looked around the room, searching for some sign of what they'd need to break the lock. "Have they got any axes lying 'round here...?" Yeah, because Faith really wanted him taking a swing at her arm.
Spike looked over at Buffy. The non-Buffy. Whatever the hell she was. Confusing, that one. "What she said. With additional concern for greater effect."