Spike reins himself in.  Raven's right.  Damned human pets.  Even if he could catch Angel alone, the chance of one of them turning up....<br/><br/>He holds himself still, body still shaking with fury, pushing it down.  Forcing himself, inch by inch, to take control of himself.  It was *hard*, probably one of the harder things he'd ever done in hus unlife.  Harder that running with the mangled body of Dru in his hands and letting the humans who had near-killed her escape.  Everything in him just wanted to rend and tear with a primal savagery and he had to shove the genie in the bottle.