"El, it's OK, really," Spike tried in vain to comfort his baby sister. He tried to hug her, but she pulled away and sobbed into her hands. Spike looked stricken and backed away.
Giles watched the scene playing out before him with a great deal of interest. It was very strange indeed. He knew Spike was a vicious killer who received his nickname from his preferred torturing method. But he also knew Spike was different from other vampires. He had a relationship with Drusilla. And here he was, showing affection for this young girl, a mortal who also happened to be a Slayer.
Xander cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to interrupt this touching reunion, but I just have to ask." Everyone in the room turned to look at the boy. "What...is...going...on...here?"
"Oh yeah, you guys," Spike mumbled.
"Yeah, Spike, enlighten us," Buffy told the vampire. "I mean, we know what the newspaper article said, but what really happened?"
"I went out to look for you, but..." Elisa's voice trailed off. She looked at her brother, unable to hide the pain in her eyes. Spike looked away.
Buffy grabbed her water off the table, walked over to the chair, and took a seat. Giles and Willow took her lead. Xander remained standing and looking at Spike with a look that can only be described as disgust.
"One night, there was a huge storm," Spike began to tell his story.
"Yes, last Tuesday," Elisa agreed. Giles looked up in surprise. He noted her use of the time frame and filed the detail away in his mind.
Spike looked closely at his sister. "Yeah," he drawled. "Anyway, I went in to check on you, but you weren't there. I got worried." Spike blocked out the others. He needed to explain what had happened. To her. To hell with the others.
"You weren't there. You were gone the next night, too. But you always came back. I thought it was a guy. So I followed you," Spike explained. Elisa looked at him intently. "I was surprised when you went to the cemetery. You went and sat on Mum's grave. It looked like you were waiting for someone. I was angry. I figured you were meeting some guy in a cemetery and it was dangerous. I was going to confront you, but before I could, I was grabbed from behind."
Elisa's next statement consisted of a single word, whispered so low that the others could barely hear it. It was simply, "Angelus."