Spike was startled back into the present by an approaching figure. He shook his head slightly to clear away the memories. Noticing the intruder, the vampire began to smile.
"Morning, love," he drawled. "Just couldn't stay away, could you?"
"I broke up with him," Anya looked at her lover. They had been sneaking around together for months. "He was too boring. Now I can be with you."
"Good. Whiney-boy didn't deserve you," Spike looked lustfully at the ex-demon. "But now is not really a good time."
"What!" Anya shrieked. "I want sex and I want it now."
"I said later," Spike growled, slipping into game face for a moment. Anya glared at him before turning her back to him.
"Xander would have sex with me," she muttered. Spike rolled his eyes as his human form fell into place. She may be his senior by many years, but she still had a lot to learn.
"Sorry, baby, but poppa got himself a brand new bag," Spike seethed. He hated the thought of Xander with his baby sister. She was too good for that loser.
Anya was confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Your ex-lover is now spending way too much time with my sister," Spike told her.
"Your sister? Why that little…" Anya began before looking questioningly at Spike. "Wait a minute, you have a sister?"
"Yes, I have a sister. She is, or was, the Slayer."
"Buffy's your sister?" Anya was trying hard to understand Spike.
"No. My sister was the Slayer a long time ago," Spike explained with uncharacteristic patience. "She disappeared years ago, the night after I became a vampire. Now she's back and won't talk to me."
"Oh." Anya wasn't oblivious to Spike's mood. He was obviously distraught. Then she thought of something. "Is that why you went after Slayers?"
"I'm a vampire. We go after Slayers. It's what we do."
Anya didn't fully believe him. "But you would single them out. You were brutal."
"I was, wasn't I?" Spike looked proud of himself as he glanced at his companion. "Well, I had to get back at the Council," Spike shrugged. Anya wasn't satisfied with his answer. Sighing, he continued. "All right, I hated Slayers! If my sister hadn't been the bloody Slayer, she wouldn't have…"
"She would have died anyway," Anya pointed out.
"No, she…" Spike started. "I would've turned her." The platinum-haired vampire grew quiet. Anya, to his surprise, remained silent. Just then, Spike had an idea.
"I can still turn her," Spike decided. Anya looked at him.
"How?" she asked, skepticism evident in her voice. "You can't bite anyone," she pointed out.
"I'll figure that out later. But first, I have to get Elisa. There's this guy who owes me a favor. Time for him to pay up."
Spike turned to Anya and she was surprised by the look of pure evil on his face. He had a plan and she knew there was no stopping him. Spike grabbed her and roughly pulled her to him. He kissed her passionately. 'Oh well, this could be fun,' she thought as she molded her body along his.