Spike paced back and forth across the concrete floor of the mausoleum. He hadn't been able to stay at Giles' for long, he had too much energy. So he had returned home. With a burst of anger, he kicked a small stone in his path. The stone slammed into the wall with such force, it smashed into a million pieces.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. Forcing himself to calm down, Spike sat on one of the coffins in the room.
Elisa was back. He didn't know how or why, but she was back. The truth of that statement still sent him into a state of shock. He had given up hope a long time ago or ever seeing his baby sister again. Spike had never let anyone know just how much he missed Elisa. He would have been laughed out of town. Other than Angelus and Dru, no one even knew he had a sister, let alone a Slayer. But that never stopped him from wondering what had happened to her.
Spike thought back to that dark night. He had been a newborn. A monster, his sister would say. Angelus had told him what exactly what his sister was. A Slayer. A killer. Spike had been so hungry, he couldn't even think of much else. But he had heard everything Angelus had told him. Angelus convinced him that Elisa must be stopped. She could not go on killing his kind. Spike remembered Angelus' cold, calculating plans. Angelus had always planned everything out. It was a game. Something for him to watch and enjoy. He had killed many times before, but Elisa was going to be his masterpiece. He was "letting" Spike kill her. That fact only made his victory sweeter.
Spike took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, watching the trail of smoke. How was Elisa ever going to forgive him? She was human and he was not. In his opinion, he was better now. But he knew Elisa would not share his view. That night, so long ago, he started on the path that made him who he was today. That path was littered with many bodies and great destruction. But no event had affected him more than that first night.
He could still see her face, the look of horror that accompanied her seeing his game face for the first time.
"No," she cried, falling to her knees. But he had no feeling for her then, only hunger. He could feel Angelus' presence outside, watching the scene as it unfolded. He could feel his encouraging an attack.
"Feed," Spike heard the whisper as it drifted on the wind. That one word echoed in his mind, even now.
Hearing that single word, Spike had attacked his sister. Elisa had only shielded herself at first, not wanting to kill the creature she once called brother. But after being on the receiving end of many brutal hits, the Slayer in her had kicked in.
She lashed out with her foot, knocking the surprised vampire off his feet. Elisa was able to get a few swift punches in before Spike regained his balance. He stood up and kicked her in the side. There was a sickening crack as his foot made contact with her ribs.
Elisa screamed in agony. Nothing had been broken, but she was going to hurt tomorrow. If she even saw tomorrow.
The sound of her scream haunted Spike to this day. He had caused his sister great pain. But he hadn't stopped there. Instead, he had continued his attack. He had felt his sire's eyes on him, watching as he defeated the Slayer.
But Elisa's will to survive had been great. She had known there was no way for her to win this battle. She had to concentrate on the war. So she ran.
Elisa jumped through the broken window and ran as fast as she could. Her Slayer-sense had told her that William was not far behind and that he was not alone. She needed a stake.
The Slayer surveyed her surroundings as she ran. They were deep in the forest with no clearing in sight. She began to panic, but forced herself to remain levelheaded. She noticed a large tree about four feet in front of her. Elisa formulated a plan. Break off a branch to form a makeshift stake and defeat her opponent. Gritting her teeth in pain, she launched herself at the lowest branch. Swinging herself around into an upright position, Elisa quickly began to ascend the tree. Halfway up, Elisa glanced down. William was just beginning to climb. Fear coursed through the Slayer's veins.
Elisa reached for the branch directly above her. She recognized the sound of snapping wood too late. The branch she stood on broke free of the trunk and Elisa fell quickly toward the ground. Her only thought as she fell was of her brother. Elisa hit her head on another large branch and her world went black.
Spike finished his cigarette and rubbed his temples, remembering the rest of that fateful night.
Spike had climbed the first few branches when the Slayer began to fall. He heard the thump of her head on the branch only a few feet from his own. He pulled his body closer to the trunk, making it as small a target for the falling Slayer as possible. But the impact never came. Surprised, the vampire looked above him. He expected to see her body tangled in the limbs above. But there was nothing. She was nowhere. Gone, vanished. Spike glanced all around him as he looked for his sister. He stilled, straining his ears for any sound, an inclination she was still alive. But he only found silence.
William the Bloody was still sitting in the tree as Angelus strolled up. The older vampire glanced up at the shell-shocked newborn. "So, did you kill her?"