"You're a murderer. And a rapist. But you're also the nicest, most caring, most giving man I've ever met. Which probably says something really bad about my life."
Back in 1979, Devlin impresses his girlfriend with his ultraviolence, Elektra gets sired and becomes a very quick study as Spike and Dev put her through her paces. In the present day, Deb and Dev continue their testy working relationship, while Elektra makes a forceful impression on the local vampires and seeks to go mano a mano with a very different Spike.
Meg and Dev emerge from a club in Hoboken where the Ramones have just performed. Devlin sings "Sheena Is A Punk Rocker" and dances goofily down the street. Meg punches him in the back. "Dork," she jokes.
"Gosh, that almost hurt."
"You want me hit you for real?"
"Yes, please. But first, let's hit someone else." Meg smiles.
"Who'd ya have in mind?"
"There's a biker bar up in Bayonne."
"Cool. How we gonna get there from here?"
"My car."
"You don't have a car."
"In Manhattan. But I got one on this side of the river near the PATH terminal."
"No you don't."
"Okay, maybe it's not mine. Maybe it's stolen. But I got the keys." He takes them out. Meg belts him in the stomach. "Ow!"
"Told you I would." Dev smiles and shakes his head. "You comin'?," she turns around and asks. He's crazy about Meg. She digs all the bad boy aspects of his personality he could never have pulled off as a human. At the same time, she's not fully aware of how bad Devlin really is. For instance, the car's a souped-up GTO he acquired in Yonkers after killing the owner. Always careful, Dev only drives it outside New York State to minimize the chances a cop will recognize the make, model and plates. This minimizing of risk is an example of why Spike sometimes thinks Devlin's a lost cause. But what Dev's about to do is an example of what gives Spike hope. The sprightly punk picks a fight with a half dozen bikers by knocking over their hogs like dominos.
"Oops. Wait. I meant to do that." At first the men look at each other, not-quite-believing this pipsqueak is picking a fight with all of them. Dev then smashes his left foot into the back tire of one of the bikes, breaking several spokes. "What do I have to do to get your attention?" The man whose bike he stomped on slowly and menacingly approaches. Dev just stands there, looking up at his opponent. The man grabs Dev's throat with his left hand. Devlin reaches his left hand out and rips off a tuft of his opponent's beard. The man screams and pounds Dev in the face with a right hook. He takes the blow and answers with a right jab to the nose, breaking it. "My old lady hits harder than that!," he taunts. Two men take out knives and come at Devlin. He kicks one in the chest with his right foot, ducks a knife slash for his throat and puts that guy on his back with a right uppercut. "Don't let me have all the fun," he says to Meg. She rushes up to the man Dev punched in the nose, kicks him in the groin and punches him in the mouth. The three remaining men converge on Devlin. One stabs him in the stomach. He decks the biker with a right hook and knocks another guy back with a right roundhouse kick. The final man decides to go for Dev's girlfriend. She hits him in the jaw with a right cross. He picks her up by the neck and takes out his knife. Meanwhile, Dev lands three vicious right hooks to the man who stabbed him, but gets stabbed in the back while he's at it. Dev turns around. The man's shocked by Dev's lack of reaction.
"That hurt." He connects with two left jabs to the nose and a right cross that knocks him down. Grabbed from behind by the man he kicked, Dev flips that guy forward onto his back, then notices Meg's peril. "Drop her now, or you'll never walk again." He turns around, holding her up as a shield and putting his knife to her throat. The men Dev injured rise to their feet and prepare to take him out.
"Don't worry. We'll take good care of her. After we're done with you." Devlin leaps over the man's head, punching him in the lower back. He drops Meg, spins and slashes with his knife. Dev grabs his right arm and breaks it. The man goes down. Devlin takes a left hook from another man, then picks him up, holding him in the air for all to see. By now, they've all concluded he's definitely on something. He hurls this man through the air, downs two more with right and left hooks, puts another biker in a headlock and drives his face into Devlin's left knee. The final man who remains standing comes at Dev with a dagger in his left hand. Meg grabs his left arm, knocks the dagger out, then hits him in the face with a right elbow, left jab and right hook. Devlin knocks him unconscious with a left uppercut.
"Nice work, babe," he tells her.
"You weren't so bad yourself." They kiss.
"Wait. I'm not finished." She backs away and rubs her hands in expectation. He picks up a Harley and drops it on the back of the man who held his girl at knifepoint. The biker screams. "I warned you, pal. By the way, I've always thought calling oneself an Angel' was kind of girlish," he adds, a dig at his victims and at his mom's sire. By now, the men inside the bar have heard the commotion. Several have come outside. Devlin walks around, punching out two men and ramming another one's skull into the pavement when they try to stand up. Fearing reinforcements, Devlin picks up another bike and hurls it towards the onlookers. Meg rushes over and takes his right hand.
"Come on Dev. Let's beat it before the cops get here." Dev goes bumpy for the benefit of the spectators while his back is to Meg, then returns to his human face before turning around to give her a big victory smooch before running to their car and jetting off towards the isolation of the Meadowlands. On the ride there, she's all over him. Meg isn't aware that one of the men Devlin provoked is now crippled for life. All she knows is that he beat the crap out of some guys who had it coming, and did it masterfully.
Devlin had to work hard to impress women. Spike, on the other hand, just had to look at them. He approaches Alexa just as she walks outside. "Enjoy the show?," he begins harmlessly enough.
"They were great."
"The Heads aren't my cup-a-tea. They're a little soft."
"I-I guess. If you're into harder stuff."
"This your first time?" First time doing what?, she wonders. "At CBGB's."
"Yeah. It was nice. A little dirty. And some of the people - "
"Weren't exactly YOUR cup-a-tea."
"Not all of them," she notes with a nervous smile. Spike grins. Jackie and Tammy meet up with her.
"You ready to jet, Lex?"
"Gimme a minute, okay?" They walk off and leave their friend to flirt harmlessly with the dangerous-looking older guy. "I really should get going soon," she says to Spike. "Gotta catch the last train."
"To where?" Alexa giggles.
"Where do you think? Can't you tell by my accent?"
"You Americans all sound the same to me."
"You're a funny guy, umm, Spike. And sweet."
"Heard it all before, love. A girl like you must have very high standards." She giggles again, gets nervous about where he thinks this is going, and decides to shift the subject.
"Where's your girlfriend?"
"My what?"
"You know. That woman in black you were dancing with."
"You mean Drusilla? She's just an old friend. We go back to London. You should meet her. If you think I'm a laugh riot." To Alexa, this sounded all weird and kinky and New Yorkish.
"And then what?," she asks. "I think I'm a little too young to get into Plato's Retreat," she jokes about the notorious sex club.
"That's really not my scene, love. It's a little too uptown. I'm not really into coke and disco and bacchanals."
"Me neither," she responds as they stroll down the sidewalk.
"Good to hear from a wee little lass of sixteen."
"I'm seventeen."
"Still too young for me." He wants to dispel the notion that he's trying to get into her pants.
"Then why waste all this time chatting me up?," she asks with a mischievous look.
"It's nice talking to someone who isn't jaded. Everyone around here says they've bloody well already seen everything. The scene's not wut it was. It's nice to see someone who can still get excited about the music."
"We're always a little behind the curve," she says about her fellow suburbanites. "Two years ago I was going through my Lief Garret phase," she confesses. "Look, it's been nice talking to you, but I gotta get to the subway station. Which, I think, is the other way."
"But my car's this way. Let me give you a ride."
"I don't know. My friends are probably waiting for me." Spike sees Dru standing forty feet behind Alexa, Jackie in her right hand and Tammy in her left.
"Have it your way. But first, something to remember me by?" Spike walks up, puts his right hand behind her waist, his left hand to her right cheek and kisses the awestruck girl, who, after initial hesitation, kisses back. Spike pulls his head back after ten seconds. Alexa tries to catch her breath, her eyes closed and her mouth open and smiling. Spike goes bumpy and bites the right side of her neck. Alexa's eyes shoot wide open. She gasps in horror and winces in pain. When Spike lets go, she collapses. Spike stares down at the girl and smiles. Dru runs her right hand through his hair and pulls his head downward. He bites her right breast. She yanks his head away and kneels, taking Alexa into her arms and suckling her. As Dru sings a lullaby, Spike approaches Jackie and Tammy, whom Dru has sampled and weakened but not killed. He finishes them off. The great thing about being downtown at this hour was that the streets are deserted, making it possible to do something like this on the sidewalk. When Drusilla is done playing mommy, she buttons her coat up, stands and carries Alexa in her arms. Her hair falls most of the way to the ground.
"Her hunger is strong," she tells Spike, who returns to his human face and kisses her.
"She's got beautiful eyes. Just like her mum."
"Our beautiful baby girl."
"Wouldn't get too attached, love."
"Nonsense, William. Your boy will love his sister. You couldn't resist this face. How could he?"
Elektra kicks open the door of a small, abandoned blackbox theater that has been converted into a large, windowless loft with electricity and running water. She's wearing tight black leather pants and a purple short-sleeved silk top. Her purse is slung over her left shoulder. Four men turn away from the television and notice the stunning intruder. "What can I do you for?," one of them asks.
"I'm moving in." The men smile.
"Hey, what the hell. The more the merrier, right?" She stares dismissively at them with her sunken cheeks, pursed lips, tight jaw and calm but intense eyes.
"You didn't let me finish. I'm moving in, so all of you are moving out." The men laugh.
"Says who?"
"Me." They laugh some more. She pulls out a switchblade. They snicker. "You jokers have until this hits the wall to leave. Or else you die right here."
"Let's not resort to violence, babe, and do something you'll regret."
"No my name ain't babe." She thinks of completing the Janet Jackson allusion, but decides against it. Too dated. She stabs the knife into the wall.
"Oooh," the men say. Elektra unzips her purse, reaches in with her right hand and takes out lipstick, which she applies. "Okay, we get it, you're hot," the vampire in front of her says. "But looks can't kill."
"No," she replies, putting the lipstick back. Then she reaches in her left hand and pulls something else out, which she conceals from the vampire. "But these can." In her left hand are three Chinese stars. She takes them one-by-one in her right hand and beheads the three vampires furthest from her. The remaining vampire tries to punch her with his right fist. She blocks it. Elektra also blocks a left cross and right hook before grabbing the vamp and throwing him face-first into the wall. Then she takes her knife out and sticks it in the back of his neck, severing his spine and dusting him. Her new home vacated, she settles in.
Ninety miles to the south, Deb and Dev's gang pulls off the Fletcher Parkway in La Mesa, a large suburb just to the east of San Diego. They enter an industrial park off of Case Street. "Factories and warehouses," Deb notes. "We needed a paid informant to tell us vampires live here?"
"Yes. Because the vampires are in storage lockers over there," Devlin explains. They step out of his car. "Not a bad spot. A half-mile from a hospital, with its burgeoning supplies of human blood. Within a mile of three bars. Centrally, yet comfortably, isolated."
"Like some place you'd choose to live, in the old days?," she asks suspiciously.
"No. They may have three layers of protection. But once those are breeched, there's no escape route. Always gotta have an escape route."
"Even now?" Devlin looks disappointed by Debbie's continued anxiety.
"Where's the snitch?," Diego asks as the gang approaches Devlin and waits for instructions.
"Hiding behind that shrub, just inside the front gate. And I prefer not to belittle my allies until after the job is done."
"You're not paying him enough to belittle him before?," Sidney asks.
"Come to think of it, I am," Devlin jokes. "Back in your cars, everyone. We're driving up to the front door." Dev approaches the gate first, and the vampire opens it from the inside. They drive up to a large shed and get out again. "How ya doin' Roy? You look nervous."
"You're late."
"No I'm not. If I were late, you'd be dead."
"Here's what you want." He hands Dev four slips of paper. "Now give me what I want."
"When they're dead. Don't worry. You'll get your money. I have a rep to maintain." Dev walks over to the gang, who've unloaded their gear. "Pick a card, any card." Deb, Sid and Luiz each take one. "Find that barrel, shoot that fish." Bobby uses his key to unlock the front door. It's past two in the morning, and Debbie worries her friends may be too tired. But Dev insisted that an earlier raid might not catch all the vampires at home. They each head to the selected numbered lockers, which are all in different aisles, so no group of fighters can see the other or get help, which causes some nervousness among Debbie's friends, even though they have their vampire honeys to back them up. (Diego, Theo and Cynthia are with Sid, while Danielle, Paul and Melanie are with Luiz.) When they're "home," the vampires take off the outside lock and connect it to a chain inside the six-by-ten crypt-like space. Sidney and Luiz pull the doors a foot off the ground, but then the chain catches it. They hear growling inside. Diego and Paul use the wire cutters to snip the chains. When the door opens, a vampire leaps on top of Diego, but Sidney quickly stakes him in the back. She helps her boyfriend up.
"Just like we planned," he jokes.
"You make a really great diversion."
"Is that all I am to you?" Sidney smiles and puts her right hand to his face. Theo looks at Cynthia, worried about whether his pal's relationship is getting too serious.
"Join the club," Cynthia responds, practically reading his mind. She's had the same fears about Debbie for months.
Before Paul and Luiz could open the door, the vampire slithered under and made a run for it. Melanie and Danielle put two crossbow arrows in his back. The two vampires head off their quarry at the end of the hall and tackle him. Paul holds his arms while Luiz stakes him.
"They make a really good team," Mel notes.
"We should double date sometime," Danielle responds.
"You mean like a couples patrol?"
"Yeah."
Debbie puts aside her wire cutters and uses Slayer strength to lift up and bend the door open. The vampire leaps out and knocks her across the aisle into the door of the locker behind her. "Slayer!"
"Slain." She knocks him back inside with a right kick to the chest and a left roundhouse kick to the stomach that sends him into the concrete wall at the back of the locker. She turns the lights on, blocks a left cross, ducks a right jab, lands three right hooks and a left jab, then takes out her stake and finishes him off. Meanwhile, Dev uses his left foot to lift the door up a foot before reaching the wire cutters in to snap the chains. He catches a vampire napping on a full stomach. The startled vampire opens his eyes.
"You're being evicted. If you resist - " The vampire leaps at Devlin, who bashes its skull in with repeated blows from his metal tool. "You will be killed." Dev walks back out of the locker, grabs his four foot-long wooden stave and stakes the woozy vampire after he gets to his feet. "They never let me finish," Devlin jokes. Which is unfortunate for the dusted, since Devlin's almost always willing to make deals. Everyone meets up outside, psyched by their late night triumph and the brief thrill of deadly danger.
"So where's my money?," a still-agitated Bobby asks. Dev reaches into the pockets of his black trench coat. "Four vampires, four thousand dollars." He pulls out four stacks of twenties wrapped in rubber bands. "Now spread the word: the Slayer came out in force and slaughtered all your friends. You were lucky to escape." Devlin bludgeons Bobby's right cheek three times with the heavy wire cutter, then pounds the left side of his face once, after Bobby goes down. Deb sees the sadism in Dev's face. She never noticed that before because it's always directed at vampires, and therefore seemed proper. Now she realizes cruelty is cruelty, whoever it's directed against.
"Ow! Ow!!! What the hell, man?"
"Got to make it look realistic. Or else they won't take you seriously. Dev pulls Bobby to his feet, lands two left jabs to his nose and a right cross to his mouth. Sid, Paul and Luiz smile, which their significant others don't notice. Dev takes out a small knife, cuts a gash in the left side of Bobby's face, and runs him through with the stave, missing his heart by an inch. "That should do it. Now off you go." Dev grabs Bobby from behind and throws him down the road. He falls down, gets up and limps away. Cynthia's also alarmed by Devlin's actions, though Theo and Diego seemed get a kick out of them. Dev heads to his car, and soon everyone's driving away.
"Why did you have to beat him to a bloody pulp?," Debbie asks. "Other than, of course, cause you liked it."
"It's called scaring the locals. There's a couple vamps in Lemon Grove. A few more in Spring Valley. Bobby tells them what happened in La Mesa, and then those vampires flee the area in fear. Less work for you."
"If you know where they are, why don't we just kill them?"
"Dead vampires don't spread fear. The point is to create a panic, to show that no demon is safe from your wrath."
"Except for the ones I live and work with." She thinks about the inherent contradiction of a Slayer allied with soulless demons in order to kill other soulless demons.
"Is that was this has become? A marriage of convenience?"
"Dev, I've never said anything even close to that."
"But you've thought it."
"No, I haven't."
"It's good to have some muscle around."
"Dev, you're not muscle."
"Fine, insult me some more."
"Why do you have make this any harder than it already is? Yes, you make me sick. But yes, I'm also in love with you. And I need you for a lot more than your brute strength."
"Yes. There's also my tactical cunning." She laughs. He laughs.
"You're a murderer. And a rapist. An unrepentant murderer and rapist. And everyone else in my line of work thinks you're quote-unquote evil.' But you're also the nicest, most caring, most giving man I've ever met. Which probably says something really bad about my life. But it's the truth."
"Love gets you twisted."
Spike and Dru stand under some trees in Central Park, looking at a mound of dirt. "When's this girl gonna pop?," Spike asks. "I can't wait all night."
"She'll be worth it. Loik Dev."
"I'm not so sure he's been worth it." Dru slaps his shoulder.
"Bad daddy."
"The boy's sullen."
"He has no one to play with."
"Dev doesn't know how to play. The word's not part of his bloody vocabulary."
"Patience, my sweet. His future wreaks of death. I see him coated in blood, dancing and writhing and squirming." Dru starts to dance. "Lakes of tears, rivers of viscera."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, the places he'll go!," Spike replies sarcastically. Alexa reaches her right hand out of the ground. Dru hops up and down and claps as the girl slowly climbs out of the ground and wipes off the dirt. She is barefoot, wearing a long black dress. The outer strands of her hair are braided and tied together on the top of her head, giving the effect of a halo. She looks around and gets her bearings, ignoring Spike and Dru, much to their consternation. After fifteen seconds, she speaks her first word.
"Mine." Alexa races northward, snaking around trees, towards the fountain with the giant angel in it which Spike is not fond of. A homeless man turns around. He yells and tries to run away, but Alexa wraps her arms around his body and sinks her teeth into the right side of his neck. Spike and Dru smile. He puts his right arm around her shoulders, places a cigarette between his lips and lights it with his left hand.
"I think we should keep her." In a hundred years, he'd never seen a vampire with such acute hunting instincts. She sensed prey from more than two hundred meters away and chased him down with the grace of a jaguar or puma. When she finishes, Alexa turns round, sees her parents, returns to her human face and smiles as she slowly walks over.
"I can do anything. Thanks to you." Spike inhales. Alexa takes three twenty foot-long leaps and kisses him on the mouth. When she's done, Alexa steps back and exhales Spike's smoke. He's floored.
"You're bloody well welcome."
"Where am I? Is this Central Park?," she asks as she looks left, right and upward. "Is this where we live?"
"No love. Home's about ten miles south of here. Would you like to see it?" She smiles and jumps up and down.
"I'm free. I'm free! I'm me, but new."
"Would you loik to meet your big brother?"
"I have a brother!? I've never had a brother." Just an older sister at Rutgers.
Back home, Devlin's watching "All in the Family." He hears Spike and Dru enter. "I hear this is their final season. Wonder if there's gonna be a spin-off? They've already had two." He looks up. "Who's this?"
"Hi Devlin. I'm Alexa." He stands up and looks very cross.
"You didn't."
"She's a wonderful girl," Spike offers. "If you'd just give her a chance."
"You went out and had another child. Without telling me. Am I no longer enough for you? I don't make you proud, o you toss me aside and start over?" Alexa sidles up to Spike and puts her hands on his face.
"He serves you, too?," she asks, looking concerned. Spike pushes her away and backs up.
"No. God, no!" Devlin laughs, shakes his head and looks at Dru.
"You're all right with this?" She puts her hands to his chest and pushes Dev up against the wall.
"I'd loik you to be noice to your sister. Make mummy happy?" He looks into her almond-shaped eyes and knows he can't say no.
"Fine."
"Where do I get to sleep?," Alexa asks.
"On the floor, until you steal a mattress and bedding."
"What about Spike's bed?" Devlin scowls.
"This is my bed. Sit on it, I kill you. Put your shoes on it, I rip out your eyeballs, stuff them down your throat and drop you off in Queens."
"Have you ever done that? To a person?," she asks excitedly. That was not the response he expected. So he reaches under his bed and pulls out two scalps with long hair hanging from them.
"I want you to hold these." He puts one in each of her hands. "These are your sisters. What's left of them, anyway." She smiles and her eyes light up.
"I love you big brother." She hugs him. He doesn't hug back. "Nineteen Eighty Four? We just read that in English class."
"You can read. Fascinating," he replies coldly. Secretly, Dev's impressed by the literary reference.
"Mummy and daddy said you'd take me hunting."
"I'm not hungry."
"So what. Don't you like to kill?"
"I suppose. There's more to being a vampire than killing."
"I know." She smiles and gazes longingly at Spike, who's dancing with Dru to the song in her head.
"More than THAT," he sternly replies, turning her around. "We're more than our basest urges. We're everything a human being is, and more. At least the best of us are. The rest become dust. Now which are you Alexa? The best," he picks up the scalps again, "or the rest?" She hugs him again.
"You're the best big brother ever."
"And right now, I'm wondering how your skull will look when there's nothing covering it." She finds it exciting the way he keeps threatening her life.
"We're going out!"
"Be back by sun up," Spike tells them.
"Shoot. I wanted to show her the sunrise," Devlin half-jokes. The children leave.
"They're perfect together!," Dru gushes as Spike puts Patty Smith's "Dancing Barefoot" on the record player.
"She comes back intact, I owe you an infant," he promises.
Dev and Alexa walk through a large underground mall. "We live next to the mall?"
"We used to live in the mall before all the tenants moved in."
"Look at all these people. All these meals." She spots a cute teenage boy and flirts with him as he walks past. They both turn around to keep flirting. Dev flips her back around. The boy talks to his friends, and they all check her out.
"You're not wearing any shoes. You look like an escaped mental patient. That's why they're staring."
"Maybe. But they also think I'm sexy."
"Rule Number One: learn to exercise self-control, or you end up like your sisters. The mall is not a buffet."
She pouts. "Why not?"
"Because we live next to it, Alex!"
"Lex."
"Alex." She giggles. "We don't want people poking around. They find where you live, you're as good as dead. When I close my eyes and go to sleep, I don't want to worry about waking up on fire."
"You worry too much."
"Someone in this family has to. We're going to get you some shoes, get you some clothes, and I'll pay for it."
"Pay? Like them?," she asks with contempt.
"Rule Number Two: Always blend. You're more powerful when they don't know about your power."
"Can you write these down?," she jokes.
"Have you seen A Chorus Line'?"
"No, but I totally want to. Hey, now I can go see Broadway shows every night! And I can sneak in without paying! This so great. Like I've died and gone to Heaven."
"Then I'm Saint Peter, and this is your tryout. You have one hour to impress me before I annihilate you."
"You have control issues." He yanks her arm and takes her into a Foot Locker.
Elektra puts the television and the stereo she took from Bill on the stage and watches "Pulp Fiction" as she dances around to Liz Phair's "Fuck and Run." She hears something downstairs and pauses the music. The basement has sewer access. Hopefully, this is a vampire and not a demon, since demons are much messier to clean up. Two men emerge in the front hall and walk into the theater. Elektra grabs her switchblade and flips the blade out. The men see her and smile, then look confused.
"Hey," one of them says.
"Did I give you permission to talk to me?" He's taken aback by her bitchiness.
"Where's Bruce? Where's Clint?," the other guy asks.
"They're dead. I killed them." The two vampires look stunned. At first they think she's lying, then they realize she might be telling the truth, and get scared.
"Why did you do that?"
"I need to justify myself to cretins like you?" They turn around and try to run away. She cuts them off. "Did I say you could leave?"
"Who died and made you queen?"
"I did." She hits one man in the face with a straight right kick and the other with a right roundhouse kick. The first guy grabs Elektra. She throws him to the ground. The second guy races for the door. She grabs him from behind, slams his face through the wall, spins him round and drives her little knife through his throat and severs his spine. She turns around and points her knife at the other guy.
"Holy shit!"
"Now you're getting it." He climbs up on stage. "Come here. You hear me? Come here." She returns to her human face and bats her eyelashes while her mouth and jaw look like they're ready to bite his head off. Seeing what happened to his friend, and to all his other friends, he decides to comply, and slowly approaches. "Good boy." She pats the top of his head and then caresses his left cheek with her right hand. He smiles. "What's your name?"
"Kyle."
"Kyle, have you heard of a law firm named Wolfram & Hart?"
"Of course."
"Kyle, have you heard of a vampire named Spike?"
"I think I have. Isn't he doing that whole Dynamic Duo thing with Angel? Do you know what the deal is between those two? Cause I've heard rumors."
"Forget about Angel. Angel is nothing. Spike is everything. Spike is the only thing that matters to you."
"Okay. Whatever you say," he replies nervously.
"I want you to find Spike. I want you to tell him that I'm looking for him, and that if I don't find him soon, more people will die."
"Cool. What's you're name, again?"
"He knows my name." Kyle's confused. She grabs his hair with her left hand and uses the knife to carve an anarchy symbol in his forehead.
"Ow. Owww!!! Aiigghh!! What the hell are you doing?"
"Don't be such a baby. And stop squirming." She finishes, then licks the knife. "Not bad," she replies with a half-smile. He smiles back and tries to leave. She stops him. "Use that door."
"It goes outside."
"So."
"It's the daytime!"
"I know." She finds a blanket and tosses it over his head before literally kicking him out the door. Elektra flips the stereo back on and continues dancing and singing:
"And I can feel it in my bones, I'm gonna spend my whole life alone."