"Angelus." At the mention of Angel's evil counterpart, Buffy felt her heart constrict. No, she didn't want to hear this. But she listened anyway. Xander stood by her side and smirked. He paid closer attention in morbid fascination.
"Yeah, so anyway, I was grabbed. I thought it was that guy who had been giving me problems, so I swung at him. But he was good, Angelus. He predicted every move. Now I was always good in a fight," Spike looked proud for a moment before deflating, "but he was better. I didn't stand a chance."
Elisa paled. "It was all my fault," she moaned. Buffy knew how the other Slayer felt. How many times had her family and friends been put in danger just because of who she was? "Did he turn you?" the girl managed to get out.
"No. He took me back to an abandoned tavern. He ended up giving me to Drusilla for some fun. I don't remember much about that," Spike lied. He remembered everything. Dru had prevented Angelus from torturing him too much, saying she wanted to play with her new toy. Angelus had looked at him then. William had thought he would be safe with the delicate, dark-haired woman. Angelus shot Dru a wicked grin and flung the frightened man in her direction.
"I could be into a threesome," he had said with a smile. William had relaxed a bit, until he looked at the girl. Her face had turned into that of a monster. Yellow eyes stared at his neck and Drusilla licked her lips. William felt a scream rise up in his throat but he couldn't make a sound. Her version of "let's play" had made him beg for death. Anything to make the pain stop. She bared her teeth. Her sharp fangs broke his skin. She began to drink. Spike vaguely remembered her offering her slit wrist to him. He had been so weak with blood loss. But when the first drop of blood touched his lip, he began to drink hungrily. And so ended the life of William the man and William the Bloody had been born.
"You don't remember?" Elisa questioned. Spike just shook his head. "Liar," she thought. Her brother had never been very good at lying to her. But she didn't want to press because she wasn't sure she really wanted to know the truth. "But why you?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.
"To get to you, of course," Spike replied.
"I'm so sorry, William," Elisa whispered as tears left tracks on her cheeks.
"Shhh, El. I told you it's fine," William consoled her. "I love my life. Nothing can stop me."
"Except that pesky sunlight, or fire, or..." Xander interrupted but was silenced by a glare from Spike.
"I remember going out to look for you, but then..." Elisa struggled to remember. "Nothing."
"You don't know how you got here?" Giles asked. Elisa shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.
"She fell out of the sky, remember? Or am I the only one?" Xander reminded the room.
"Xander," Willow admonished gently.
"What?" he replied. Buffy simply shook her head.
"I might be able to help her remember," Spike said. The group focused on him. His sister looked at him, questions in her eyes.
"How?" she asked. "Or better yet, why?"
"I was there," he said simply. After waiting a few seconds, he continued. "Angelus wanted to weaken you before he ever saw you face-to-face. So he sent me. He knew that was the quickest way to hurt you." He looked at his sister closely. "You really don't remember, do you?"
"No, I...oh God!" Elisa looked horrified. "You came...taunted...hurt." She looked pained. The memories of her last night in her time came flooding back. She suddenly remembered everything. "Oh God, I can't." And she ran out into the night.