[Drusilla sinks her teeth into Connor. Then she sinks her teeth into Wood after having a chat with Nikki. Vi makes a move on RJ. Angelus savors a good torturing. Then Connor and Spike rush to Buffy's house and piece together what's happened. But when Buffy sees Connor with a bite mark, and you know what she'll assume that means.]
Dru slowly walks towards Connor.
CONNOR: Who are you? How did you get in here?
DRU: Don't you recognize your own sister, Connor?
CONNOR: I don't have a sister. I can't.
DRU: You have a mummy and a daddy. I can feel them inside you. In every beat of your heart.
She puts her left hand on his heart and her right hand on his head. Connor is too confused and intimidated to fight at this point. She looks into his eyes.
DRU: I hear her insoid your head. Darla. Dear mum. She beams with proide. Mummy loves her Destroyer. Just wot she always wanted.
Dru backs up a few steps.
CONNOR: You don't know anything, whoever you are.
Dru laughs.
DRU: Grandmummy was so happy when I brought her back. She wonts the same for you.
Connor hits Dru in the face with a right cross. She giggles.
DRU: Such sweet, burning anger. The smell. Like rotting flowers.
Connor throws a left punch. Dru grabs his left arm and twists it. Connor grunts in pain and hits Dru with a right hook, knocking her back.
DRU: Foiting with daddy. Wasting your toim spilling your seed on the young girls. Loik Angel before your mummy set him free, made him great.
Connor kicks Dru in the stomach. She connects with a right cross. Connor hits her head with a right roundhouse. He runs up the wall and leaps at her. She stands still and blocks his kick, grabbing his right foot and knocking him on his back. Connor gets up. He tries another left roundhouse. Dru grabs his left ankle with both hands and throws him to her left. His back hits the wall just above the mantle. He falls to the ground, quickly gets up and approaches Dru very carefully.
DRU: You can't foit your destiny. You can't foit what you are meant to be.
Connor lands left and right crosses. Dru grabs his arms and pushes Connor back. Dru goes bumpy.
DRU: I can hear your blood surging. It cries out for my lips. It screams for me to end its pain.
Dru walks towards Connor. He punches her in the stomach. She lands a right uppercut to his chin. Connor sweeps her legs. Dru tries to sweep his while she is down, but he does a backflip to get out of the way. When she gets up, Connor connects with a right cross. Dru blocks a left roundhouse. She grabs Connor's throat with her right hand and throws him upwards. His head bumps into the ceiling and he falls to the ground. When Dru gets close. Connor sends his legs straight upward and kicks her in the chin. He does a backwards hand spring to get to his feet. Connor knocks Dru backwards with a cartwheel kick. He connects with a flying right spin kick. He pummels her face with left and right crosses, then knocks her on her back with a backwards flip kick. He pulls out his stake and leaps on top of her. Dru kicks him away with her right foot and he goes down as well. They both get up.
DRU: The windmills never did anything to you. Besoides, they don't even care if you foit them. Twisting twiggies feel no pain.
Connor charges in. Dru hits his face with a right jab. Connor answers with a right hook and a left uppercut. Dru steps back, puts up her hands, grins and motions him forward with her fingertips. He lands a left to her ribs and a right hook to her left ear. She blocks a left cross, but he slips a right uppercut through her defenses. Connor lands a right kick to Dru's ribs. She tries to grab his throat with her right hand, but he knocks her right hand away with his right arm and lands a left hook. Connor follows this up with right and left jabs and a right hook. Dru throws a right hook which Connor ducks under. He pops her in the chin with a right uppercut, pulls out his stake with his left hand and goes for the kill. When the point is two inches from her heart, Dru grabs Connor's left wrist with her right arm. She twists his arm back and to the side. He screams out in pain as she tries to break his arm. Or at least that's what it appears she's trying to do. Dru grips Connor's neck with her left hand, squeezes, then hurls him back into the wall. No sooner does his back thump into the stone than Dru is right in front of him. She pins his arms above his head with her hands. Then she bites down on the right side of Connor's neck.
Connor is seized by pain, fear and humiliation. Dru drinks a little more than a pint of Connor's blood before he manages to push her away with his right foot. Dru laughs, wipes her lips and returns to her human face.
DRU: Fear not, dear boy. We'll meet again. Some unsunny day.
Dru walks into the courtyard. She puts on her dark red coat and leaps over the garden wall. Connor slides down to the ground, grabbing his wound with his left hand. He sits there, breathing heavily, a pained look on his face. As the adrenaline of the fight wears off, he feels very lightheaded. Not from the blood loss, but from the shock.
Heather, Erica and Vi walk out of the store with their new clothes. Heather, 18, who is tall with long blonde hair, wears a short, slinky silver dress with black boots. Erica, 17, who is short and has short black hair, wears tight, shiny gold pants and a black bikini top. Vi wears red leather pants and a midriff-baring halter top with a pink floral pattern. The three of them swagger into the Bronze. The Donnas are performing onstage. They scan the busy club and smile.
VI: So this is the fun place Buffy never brought us to. I feel like making up for lost time.
On the other side of the club, RJ stands around with his friend (and fellow quarterback) Lance to his right and Aaron to his left. Aaron is the starting running back. None of them are wearing their varsity jackets.
RJ: Which one would you do?
LANCE: Singer.
AARON: Drummer. What about you, RJ?
RJ: Me? I'd just take the other two. [he chuckles]
AARON: This from a guy who can't even score with freshmen.
RJ: I've scored plenty.
LANCE: Not lately. Last few months you've lost your mojo.
RJ: Not so. My standards have just improved. Haven't even been trying to play the field.
AARON: Excuses, excuses. Face it, buddy. You're in a slump.
Erica points at Lance, RJ and Aaron.
ERICA: Look at that. Like an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue come to life. [she laughs]
HEATHER: They're not so bad. I say we let them show us a good time.
VI: I call the blonde.
The three of them walk over to the boys, who definitely notice.
LANCE: Dude!! Check out the hotties at twelve o'clock!
AARON: I think they're checking us out.
RJ: What was that about a losing streak?
Vi walks up to RJ, Erica walks up to Lance and Heather walks up to Aaron.
HEATHER: You guys come here a lot?
AARON: Yeah. It's kind of the only place to go in this town. I don't think I've seen you around.
HEATHER: We're new in town.
ERICA: Heather was hoping you boys could show us a good time. Can you?
The guys look at each other. They can't believe their luck. Of course, none of them wonders if this is too good to be true.
LANCE: I know I can.
Lance and Erica smile flirtatiously at one another. Vi grabs RJ by his belt and pulls him towards her.
VI: Let's dance.
RJ: Okay.
RJ smiles sheepishly as Vi pulls him out onto the dance floor.
RJ: I'm RJ.
VI: I'm VI.
RJ: Vi? That's a . . . unique name.
VI: I'm a unique girl.
She starts grinding up against him.
RJ: I get that. I like it.
Erica takes Lance and Heather takes Aaron out on the floor.
As he often does, Wood is working late in his office. His mother appears before him.
NIKKI: You let me down.
WOOD: You're not my mother. You're not even real.
NIKKI: I was. Until Spike killed me. I'm gone, but he's still here. Why did you allow that to happen?
WOOD: I'm not talking to a ghost.
Dru breaks down his door and enters. She looks at Nikki and the two women smile at one another.
DRU: You should be proud of your boy. Hello Robin. It's been a while. No more hanging onto mummy's leg for you.
NIKKI: This is Drusilla. She's been meaning to kill you for a long time.
DRU: [pouting] He would have been so much tastier as a toddler.
Wood opens his weapons case in the wall behind his desk. He pulls out a two-foot sword and a small ax.
NIKKI: She told Spike about you. A Slayer with a kid? He thought she was crazy. She was. Doesn't mean she was wrong.
DRU: See wut happens when you don't do what mummy tells you?
NIKKI: You couldn't finish your job. So Dru's going to finish hers. I wasn't going to leave empty-handed.
Nikki vanishes. Dru looks at Robin and grins. He stands behind his desk, brandishing his weapons. Robin knows if he tried to flee out the window she would just run him down. He can't flee, so he'll fight. Dru looks around the room and down at the floor.
DRU: I killed a Slayer on this very spot. Hardly put up a foit. Not loik your mum. But that's how Spoik loiked it. Don't worry about William. I'll have my fun with him, too.
She kicks the desk towards Wood with her left foot. He jumps in the air and lands on top of the desk, well above Drusilla. She backs away from him. They stare each other down, neither willing to attack the other. Dru hurls a file cabinet at him. Robin leaps down from his desk and swings for Dru with his sword. She moves to her right, avoids the blow and gets behind him. Wood turns and swings his hatchet. Dru grabs his left arm and knocks the hatchet out of his hand. He swings the sword for her neck. Dru ducks and kicks Wood in the chest, knocking him into his bookcase next to the door. He tries a right kick. Dru blocks this. He swings the sword for her left arm, trying to cut off part of it or, at the very least, to injure her. Dru backs up and kicks the sword out of Wood's right hand with her right foot. He tries a right jab. She blocks this with her left arm and grabs his throat with her right hand.
DRU: Give my regards to your dear mummy.
Robin hits her in the stomach with his left fist. It has no effect. Dru crushes his trachea, then puts her right hand on his chin and her left hand on the back of his head, snapping his neck for good measure. She pulls his lifeless body towards her, goes bumpy and bites him.
Vi opens the door to the roof of the Bronze. She climbs up the ladder, then helps RJ up.
VI: Told you we wouldn't get in trouble. You can see the whole town from here. We're right in the middle of everything, yet we're all alone up here. No one to see what we're doing.
She kisses RJ for a little while, then pushes him down to the ground. She kneels over top of him and pins his arms down.
RJ: You're strong.
Vi: Is that a problem?
RJ: [grins] No.
VI: Good.
Vi pulls his shirt off.
Heather takes Aaron to the basement of the club.
AARON: Should we be down here?
HEATHER: No. That's the whole point. I'm a bad girl.
She sees a storage room with walls of iron mesh, like the cage in the old school library or in the basement of Willy's, where Kendra locked Angel up.
AARON: It's locked.
Heather turns the door knob.
HEATHER: No it's not.
They go in. Heather pushes Aaron against the mesh wall and puts her right leg up next to his waist. She kisses him.
HEATHER: Don't be so shy.
He puts his left hand on her right thigh. She rips open his button-down shirt and unzips his pants while kissing him some more. He puts his right hand up her dress.
Erica takes Lance outside.
LANCE: Where are we going?
ERICA: Where do you want to go?
She leaps up, wraps her legs around his waist and kisses him. He puts his arms around her. She leans straight back and holds onto him with her legs. Lance sighs in exultation. He puts his hands on her stomach and then pulls her back up. She kisses his neck.
ERICA: You said you had a car?
The vampires are assembled in the Hyperion lobby right after sunset.
ALANNA: He's been in his room all day with the door locked, listening to that depressing music.
TINA: Samuel Barber's Adagio for String Quartet.
VALA: We've never seen him like this. I'm worried.
ANGELUS: You know what will make me feel better.
He walks down the stairs. His face is still slightly scarred and his moves with a limp.
ANGELUS: Look at all of you. Worried. Lost. Rudderless. Afraid. Imagine how you'd feel if I really was dead. That's why I've been upstairs all day. To teach all of you a lesson. You have pledged your lives to me because you would rather perish than survive to live in a world without me. But I'm not asking you to die for me. I'm asking you to live for me. And we will live only if we fight our enemies as one. Tonight we strike back. We make them pay. We make THEM look stupid.
ALANNA: Master, we brought you some gifts as a sign of our endless devotion.
He sees three teenage girls – two blondes and one brunette – gagged and bound to the columns in the lobby. He unties and bites into one of the blondes. After he digs in, he takes her ball gag off to hear her scream. When she is drained, he moves on to the second blonde. He keeps her bound and gagged. Sometimes it's nice to hear muted screams, to know the victim wants to yell out but can't. He looks at the brunette and runs his right hand down her left cheek.
ANGELUS: Thank you ladies. Take her to the torture room.
Vala and Tina carry the helpless and terrified girl away. They shackle her to the room's wall and come back down to join the others.
ANGELUS: By the way, have any of you seen Cecil and Oscar? Never mind. Off you go. Make me proud. Make yourselves proud. And tell me who screams the loudest. My guess is one of the men.
Connor went to his bedroom and looked at his wound with a small mirror. The punctures were deep, and weren't yet healing. There was a crescent of teeth marks between the two punctures. Unlike Buffy, Connor never feared being bitten, never worried in the back of his mind about being turned into a vampire. It always seemed so inconceivable to him. Mostly, this was because Buffy had been told since day one that as a Slayer, she was going to die, going to be killed by vampires one day, and that that day wasn't very far off. No one ever told Connor he was doomed to die an early death in battle. And his ability to endure enormous physical punishment only added to his sense of invincibility. If the Beast couldn't kill him, what could? He had long feared being seriously injured. Now, for the first time, he feared death, as well as a fate worse than death.
Heather did some contrived moans to make Aaron happier and more enthusiastic. It also made him more willing to take Heather's punishment. Aaron was a big guy: 6 feet tall, 200 pounds. When he met Heather, he had no idea the fact that she liked it rough meant he would be the one getting pushed around. A criss-cross pattern of red bruises developed on his back from Heather thrusting him into the iron mesh wall as he thrust into her. He was too happy to notice. That was the whole idea.
AARON: Oh yeah. Yes! Yes! Oh, oh yes! Oh god, Oh god!
Heather then bit deep into his neck. She was going to finish before he did. That was the whole point.
AARON: OH GOD!! OH!!! OWwwww.
Aaron's voice trailed off as he quickly died from blood loss. Heather dropped him face-up on the concrete floor. He still looked happy. A tad confused, but more than a little ecstatic. She straightened out her clothes, went back to her human face and calmly walked away, humming along to the music upstairs. She walked through the Bronze and went out the front door. Vi, who was looking down from the edge of the roof, saw her. Behind Vi lay RJ's corpse, his face contorted in a mixture of rapture and horror. She leaped down to the ground. The two of them were soon joined by Erica, who left Lance lying across the back seat of his car. The three vampires are all smiling and happy.
VI: Nothing like getting them at their most vulnerable.
ERICA: And most excited. The heart pounding, the blood surging and gushing out. You can taste the passion.
HEATHER: Wonder what the police will tell their parents when they find the bodies? [they all giggle] Died with their pants down. It's nice to rob them of their life. Even better to strip them of their dignity. Scuse the pun.
VI: You ARE a Slayer. Punning's your birthright.
The girls all laugh.
ERICA: Anyone still hungry?
HEATHER: I'm just getting started.
VI: Let's go to the mall.
ERICA: That's pretty far from here.
HEATHER: Like four miles. Am I right?
VI: So?
Vi runs off. The others get the idea and also take off. It won't take them long to get there. They worried about the distance because they were still getting accustomed to their super powers, to not having to breath, to the fact that they can do the seemingly impossible.
After leaving Connor to stew in his own fear, Dru went to the local college as a diversionary attack. She walked through the library and slaughtered eight people. The sort of thing that would attract attention. Then she travelled back to the center of town. Now the real fun was going to commence.
Vi, Heather and Erica walked through the mall's parking lot. On the sidewalk behind them lay five dead teenage boys and three dead teenage girls.
VI: Now wasn't that worth the trip?
ERICA: Movie was fun. People sitting in their seats, just waiting for us to dig in. Like a living buffet.
HEATHER: That was what? An even dozen?
VI: There were only four people in the whole theater. Told you the Adam Sandler movie wouldn't be crowded.
HEATHER: We more than made up for it after.
ERICA: How many people do we have to eat before we get full? We each had like seven.
VI: Do other vampires eat this much every night? I doubt it, cause that's like 80 a week, and people would notice that much carnage. A vampire gang would run out of fresh bodies pretty quick in a small town like this.
HEATHER: But we're Slayers. We're special. We must be deadlier.
VI: We've been chosen. Twice.
ERICA: Doubly chosen.
VI: Who wants to head back to the Bronze?
HEATHER: Lets go for something a little older. Isn't there a college around here? Or maybe we could start a fight in a bar and just beat the crap out of everyone.
They all stop walking.
ERICA: Did you hear something?
VI: Mummy's calling us.
The three of them race to their sire. Dru can use her powers to signal them
and draw them back to her.
Angelus runs outside.
ANGELUS: They took my Mustang! Those rat bastards!! After all I did for them, they clean me out. Screw em. Don't need them anymore. I can get money. That's not what matters now, anyway. And that's not what makes me happy. I'm sure a nice torturing will cheer me right up.
Angelus converted a room on the fourth floor into a torture room. The girl is shackled to the wall and gagged. Angelus removes the gag. She screams. For a long while. Angelus steps back to the other side of the room and chuckles.
ANGELUS: Go ahead. Scream all you want. My ears can outlast your larynx. Plus, I like it. Music to my ears. You have a wonderful vibrato.
Angelus looks through her wallet. He pulls out her high school id card.
ANGELUS: Picture doesn't do you justice. Meghan Collins. Freshman. Hey! You just turned 15. Congrats! What's your middle name? [she stays silent] Now, now. I have ways of making you talk. Ways that you won't like very much.
MEGHAN: Andrea.
ANGELUS: Meghan Andrea Collins. MAC. Cute initials. Now what's this in here? "If found, return to" . . . Malibu. Ritzy address. Good thing I know it. Now I can return you to your parents.
MEGHAN: Please don't hurt me. My parents will give you whatever you want.
ANGELUS: No they won't. Because what I want they can't give me.
She starts to cry.
MEGHAN: Why are you doing this?
ANGELUS: Every night. The same damn question! It gets on your nerves after a while. Maybe from now on I'll start skinning everyone who asks me that. Start with the stomach. Move on to the forearms. Don't take too much skin, cause then they'll dehydrate and die before their time. But your blood would soak into these oak floorboards and warp them. I'll need to do my skinning in the basement. So you luck out, Meghan. As for your question, in case you haven't noticed, I LIKE DOING THIS!! I need some good torture music. Something to put me in the mood.
He presses play on the cd player. Cecil left in Nirvana's "Polly." Angelus is not familiar with it. He decides to give it a chance.
ANGELUS: It's quiet. Means it won't drown out your cries of pain. That's a plus. What were you doing out all by yourself?
MEGHAN: I wasn't. I was with my friends.
ANGELUS: The two tender young morsels I already ate? I mean, technically, drank? [Meghan cries] Were you girls good friends? Were you best friends? Answer me Meghan.
MEGHAN: [in between sobs] Yes.
ANGELUS: What were three nice girls like yourselves doing out on the street after dark?
MEGHAN: Walking home from school.
ANGELUS: A little late for that.
MEGHAN: We came from cheerleading practice.
Angelus smirks.
ANGELUS: Really? I remember two cheerleaders I really wanted to do this to a few years ago. Prettier than you or your friends. Not that you young ladies aren't peaches, but these two were, well, off the charts. But I missed my chance. And do you know what happened? They grew up and turned into raging bitch monsters. Both of them. Miserable bitch monsters, of course. Both of them probably wish they were dead at least once a day. I should have saved them from the misery, the pain, the failure that comes with growing up, getting older, having your dreams dashed. [smiles] Course, as you've noticed, I LIKE it when people suffer. I think that's why I let those two live. Killing them would have been an act of mercy. What the hell is this crap I'm listening to?
STEREO: "Polly says her back hurts. She's just as bored as me. She caught me off my guard. Amazes me the will of instinct."
ANGELUS: I hate folk music.
Meghan laughs at Angelus's cultural cluelessness. He turns the stereo off and rushes over to her. He grabs her hair and pulls it until it really, really hurts.
ANGELUS: What's so funny, Meghan? Are you laughing at me? Are you making fun of me? Because that's the sort of thing I let no one get away with.
She shakes her head and mouths the word "no" as he nearly rips out her hairs by the roots.
ANGELUS: Good. Let me find something appropriate. Where are my tunes? Here we go!
Put in another disc. Presses play. It's Frank Sinatra seeing Cole Porter's "I've Got You Under My Skin."
ANGELUS: That's much better. Now let's get to work.
STEREO: "I've got you under my skin. I've got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me."
He pushes over a metal tray on wheels. When it's right in front of Meghan, he pulls off the cloth on top of the tray. This reveals more than a dozen metal instruments. Meghan shudders. Angelus kicks the tray over.
ANGELUS: Relax. I won't use those. They're for amateurs.
He picks up a scalpel in his left hand and slowly brushes the flat end down her right cheek. She trembles. He tosses the scalpel across the room. It gets stuck in the wall.
ANGELUS: The worst part of torture isn't the pain. It's the anticipation of the pain. Imagining what is to come.
Angelus rips off her shirt. He puts his left hand on her neck and his right hand on her stomach. He smirks and runs his right hand along her stomach, up her rib cage, down her back. He puts his face within two inches of hers, so she can see his joy. He runs his left hand through her hair, then smells her neck. She's shaking. He backs up two steps.
ANGELUS: See what I mean? You're a quivering mess. If I had time, I could make you go mad before I even violated you for the first time. But tonight I'm on a tight schedule.
The song ends. Sinatra begins singing Porter's "I Get A Kick Out of You":
STEREO: "My story is much too sad to be told, but practically everything leaves me totally cold. The only exception I know is the case, when I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui, and I suddenly turn and see – your fabulous face."
ANGELUS: Nothing more romantic than Old Blue Eyes.
Angelus leaves the room. He tosses in the naked bodies of Meghan's two friends. She screams even louder than before. When she's done, Angelus goes back in.
ANGELUS: I believe you know these two. The only question is, do I rape you before or after I kill you?
Connor gets the strength to run over to Buffy's and alert them about this powerful new vampire. He dashes across Main Street and continues down an alley, where he bumps into Vi, knocking her down.
CONNOR: Sorry.
Connor reaches down and helps her up. Vi gets right up close to Connor and smiles.
VI: Are you out hunting? Can I go with you? You took Amanda hunting. Why don't you take me hunting?
CONNOR: Maybe later.
VI: Something bit you!
Connor gets embarrassed and self-conscious. He puts his left hand over the wound. Vi pulls it away.
VI: Let me see. Is it bad? Are you okay?
She leans down and kisses the wound. She doesn't bite Connor, but she does suck up a small amount of his blood. Connor pushes her away and hits Vi's face with a right jab. She goes bumpy and hits Connor with a right hook. He blocks a left jab and hits her with a left cross and a right hook, knocking Vi back a few steps.
DRUSILLA: Voi, place nice with Connor.
Connor looks to his left and sees Dru standing alongside Heather and Erica. Vi runs over to her.
DRUSILLA: After awl, he is blood.
Connor sees Dru with these three vampires and knows he's hopelessly overmatched. He runs away.
At Buffy's house.
KENNEDY: Have you seen Vi around?
GILES: Isn't she downstairs?
KENNEDY: Nope. I checked.
GILES: She wouldn't sneak out. Would she?
KENNEDY: And I don't see Erica and Heather around.
BUFFY: Is there a problem?
GILES: A few of the Potentials might have snuck out.
BUFFY: I thought they knew better than that.
KENNEDY: Vi should. She's been here for months.
BUFFY: We have to go looking for them.
Connor barrels in through the kitchen door. Buffy turns around and sees him. There's a bite mark on his neck. And he's wearing leather pants.
CONNOR: Vi's a vampire! So are two of the others.
Kennedy and Giles gasp.
BUFFY: Wonder how they got that way.
Buffy hits Connor's face with a left cross and a right jab, knocking him back into the cabinets. Xander, Willow, Dawn and Anya hear the commotion and rush from the dining room into the kitchen. Buffy's about to punch Connor again with her right fist, but Xander grabs her arm and holds Buffy back. Dawn throws herself between Connor and Buffy.
CONNOR: You think I'm a vampire!!?
In her anger and grief, Buffy's forgotten that he wasn't invited in.
BUFFY: You were bitten. And you're walking.
DAWN: Buffy, Connor is NOT a vampire!!
Dawn puts her hand up Connor's shirt.
DAWN: He's warm. And he's got a heartbeat. Check for yourself.
Buffy does not like witnessing this gratuitous display of affection.
CONNOR: She attacked me in my house. Said she was my sister. Why would she say that?
GILES: Tall. Black hair. English?
CONNOR: Yeah. You know her?
GILES: Oh God. Oh no.
Spike comes in through the front door, ready to help out with the night's patrolling. He stops dead in his tracks in the front hallway.
SPIKE: Why was she here? Why was SHE here!?
Buffy turns around.
BUFFY: Who?
SPIKE: Drusilla!!
GILES: We already know she's in town.
SPIKE: In town? She was in this bloody house! Today!!
BUFFY: What???
Buffy runs over to Spike.
SPIKE: I can smell her. Scent's from at least a few hours ago. She was here, right where I'm standing, earlier today, during the daytime.
BUFFY: That's impossible.
Spike runs up the stairs.
SPIKE: She went up here. Into your room.
Buffy runs up after him. They enter her room and see the busted closet door. Spike stops a few feet in front of it.
SPIKE: End of the line. She must have doubled back. Went out the way she came in.
Spike runs back downstairs. Buffy follows.
BUFFY: How could she do that? In the daytime, with the sun out.
SPIKE: She has a habit. A nun's habit. Sometimes she wore it to protect herself from the sunlight. Also was a great way to catch people off-guard, earn their trust.
BUFFY: She got invited in? And nobody else noticed? There were dozens of people in this house.
XANDER: I was at work. You were at the school.
GILES: I took some of the girls shopping. We left at 10 and were back before one.
BUFFY: Willow? Anya?
WILLOW: I had a 10:30 class. But I came straight home.
ANYA: I was at the laundromat between like 11 at 2.
KENNEDY: Some of us were out in the backyard training. Some in the basement. I thought Vi had gone shopping with Giles.
Everyone is dead silent for a few seconds as the terrible news sinks in.
SPIKE: I smell blood in the basement.
Spike, Buffy and Giles run into the kitchen and go downstairs into the basement. Spike finds the bodies underneath boxes and old junk. Giles puts his right hand to his mouth. It takes a few seconds for him to speak.
GILES: Rose, Rebecca, Theresa. How could I let this happen to them?
BUFFY: So Dru killed these three and sired the other three?
SPIKE: Dru never came down here.
GILES: I had dinner with them.
Spike sees the bolts in the target and the crossbow on the floor.
SPIKE: They came down for a little practice. Vi and the others woke up in Buffy's closet. They came down, killed these three and left.
BUFFY: Through that open window.
GILES: You two track them down. I'll burn these bodies.
SPIKE: Why?
Giles looks at Spike as if he's a monumental idiot.
GILES: So they won't rise.
Spike looks inside their open mouths.
SPIKE: They won't rise. No blood on the tongue.
GILES: Excuse me?
SPIKE: Someone gets sired, they have to drink. They drink, they get blood on their tongue. It's common sense. Didn't they teach you this in Watcher 101?
GILES: Anyway, I'll take care of this, and you . . . take care of . . . Vi, Erica and Heather.
They head upstairs and into the living room for weapons. The others follow them into the room.
GILES: You can track Dru, right?
SPIKE: Of course.
GILES: Then go with Buffy and find her. Willow, I think an uninviting spell is in order. We'll stay here, keep watch.
Spike sees that Connor is bitten.
SPIKE: Connor, was it Dru?
CONNOR: Why would she call me her brother?
GILES: I'll explain.
Buffy and Spike race out into the night. Buffy is too focused on the job at hand to feel guilty about the lost Potentials. There will be plenty of time for that later.
NEXT: Buffy fights the vampire Potentials. Spike fights with Drusilla, physically and verbally. Connor learns about his family history. And Dru sees burning baby fishes swimming all around Andrew's head. Also, Angelus hopes a few more vicious kills will get him out of his malaise, while his vampires give his old friends quite a surprise.