Jeta and Spike impress and seduce each other with their abilities. Deb wrestles with her doubts about her soulless boyfriend. And Oz continues to wedge himself between Nina and Angel.
Before heading off to school Wednesday morning, Debbie drops her paper on Devlin's face, waking him up. "I finished it, in case you were interested."
"Can you pick it up, love? My arms are still healing." She grabs it and looks at Devlin lying there. Her expression turns serious. "Oh don't start empathizing with my injuries. I couldn't take knowing I caused you such pain," he jokes.
"We're so alone."
"Everyone's alone, Deb."
"Vampires wanna kill you. Slayers want to do God-knows-what to me. No family. Hell, I don't even wanna think what my dad would say about this."
"There's a place for us," Devlin sings.
"Stop it, Dev," she replies with a laugh.
"Somewhere, a place for us," he continues. She picks up a pencil and points it at his chest.
"I said stop it." She hates the "West Side Story" allusion because it implies their relationship is doomed to end in tragedy.
"Sondheim is an acquired taste," Dev quips.
"What you did last night reminded me of what we're about."
"Throwing ourselves in front of sharp projectiles?" She laughs, and a tear rolls down her right cheek.
"Standing up to the evil and the ignorant. Defending our right to be together." She doesn't realize this is circular reasoning.
"Buffy would the ignorant. Does that make Elektra the evil?"
"I think she's both. I don't think she understands love."
"Nope. Just desire. She's a satisfy-your-urges kinda girl. If it looks good, do it," he jokes.
"Right now, you're not looking so good."
"So you won't do me? Darn, I thought I'd get pity sex out of this." She looks angry. "Kidding. I kid."
"Right now, you rest." She brings a large cup full of blood with a straw to his lips.
"As if I didn't feel helpless enough." She pulls it away. "That doesn't mean I'm not hungry." She brings it back and he drinks.
"Obviously patrolling's out of the question tonight."
"Not to worry. I'm still trying to track down the hideouts."
"With more snitches?"
"I think they prefer to be called informants."
"But I think we pay them enough to call them whatever we want."
"No. We pay them to risk their lives and leave their homes. Getting away with insulting their dignity would cost even more."
"Vampires have dignity?" Before answering, Devlin finishes his drink. Debbie puts the empty cup on her desk.
"Of course, I'm willing to sacrifice mine for the love of a great woman." Debbie can't help but flash a small smile.
"Are you always this shameless?"
"Only when I'm this defenseless." She puts her left hand under his shirt and on top of his lifeless heart.
"I'll be home right after school."
"I almost lose an arm and suddenly you're devoted to me again. Wonder what you'd do if I actually lost the arm." Deb balls her right fist and prepares to punch Dev for the crass and insensitive comment, but instead just shakes her head and walks away. Every time she started feeling good about their relationship, he'd do something to remind her that deep down he was cold, unfeeling and soulless. And yet she still loved him.
Angel limps into Wesley's office. "If I'd known you wanted to see me, I'd have come over to you," Wes tells his grimacing boss.
"That's okay. I just wanted to show you I'm up and about today."
"You might still want to go easy on that leg. Even a vampire can't heal overnight from getting something lodged in the kneecap."
"It's just a minor ache. I'm better." Wesley reaches his left leg out as if about to kick Angel's right knee, and sees him bracing for the agonizing impact.
"Better?"
"I didn't say I was one hundred percent. If I could just get my hands on those two again."
"There were no vampire killings in this city last night, so Elektra has almost certainly left. From what I've heard, the girl is nothing if not ravenous."
"I'm still not sure if I should say anything to Debbie."
"If she has any illusions about who, or what, she's cohabitating with, your input won't help her see them. If anything, it would backfire."
"I know. But if he's straddling the line between good and evil, she has a right to know."
Cynthia meets up with her best friend at Deb's locker. "Rough night?"
"Not for me."
"You look tired."
"School work. For once."
"How are things with Devlin? You two haven't seemed very hunky-dory or smoochy-woochy as of late." Deb takes her books out and closes her locker.
"I'm sharing my bed with an unrepentant killer. Sometimes, that gets to me."
"I'd be worried for you if it didn't." They start walking to class.
"The scary thing is, he's still the nicest guy I've ever slept with," she confesses, shaking her head. "By a mile! Why do I have to look to the undead for a guy to treat me right?"
"I could say the same for Mel and Danielle."
"That's right. All your friends are dating vampires."
"Now that you mention it, I do run with a very strange crowd."
"Yeah, well, at least they're not in love."
"I think Diego is."
"That's just puppy love."
"Vampires can be puppies?"
"Ours can. They're vampires who don't bite. But they do think. You spend as much time with a guy as I do with Dev, and you start to wonder what's going on in his head."
"You're afraid that even though he isn't killing people, he might be fantasizing about killing people?"
"Or worse."
"There's worse. You mean killing children?"
"Well, I was thinking about rape. You know, of girls our age."
"Rape's worse than murder?" Cynthia thinks about what she just said. "God, we have strange conversations."
"It takes more time and effort. And when he's done, the person's still hurting. And crying. It just seems more vicious. Plus, vampires kill to live. Rape's purely recreational."
"This would make a great topic for the Debate Team," Cynthia jokes, both deflecting and highlighting the seriousness of the subject.
"I'm the only reason he's not killing. I used to think of that as an honor. Look at my power to turn evil into good! Now, it doesn't seem so simple. He wants to break up when I go away to college."
"You're a junior. Whoa. You guys are really thinking long-term."
"What happens then? He goes back to killing. That's what happens. Do I let him? Could I bring myself to kill him? And what does all this say about the man I love? What does it say about me that I can love someone like Dev?" Cynthia takes a few seconds to remark on whether her best friend has an evil side.
"It doesn't. You've never known that guy. Evil Dev is just an abstraction. Good Dev's the guy you see every day. He's the one you love."
"He's not two people, Cynthia."
"If there was an easy answer I'd give it to you, Deb. Then again, if there was an easy answer, you wouldn't be asking me these questions."
Spike rushes with Jeta back to his place and starts manhandling the dark, lithe beauty. But she resists, pushing him away. "Bloody tease. Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" An empty clay pot flies off a shelf and smashes into the back of his head. "Ow! That makes two of us," he concedes, realizing he doesn't understand who he's dealing with. Perhaps threats weren't the best course of action. "Do you know where I can find Drusilla?," he asks slowly. She rips open his shirt and puts her hands on his chest. Then she pushes his back against the wall and kisses his neck. Spike likes where this is going. Of course, it's not going where he thinks it will. Jeta abruptly stops, takes Spike's hand, leads him outside and drags him down the street.
"Auto. Auto," she tells him.
"You want a car?" She runs into the middle of the road and stands in the path of an oncoming motorist. Spike's expecting her to flash the driver something, but she just stands there majestically, the wind blowing back her hair and causing her clothes to ruffle. The driver stops and honks. Spike takes a moment to enjoy the sight of Jeta front-lit by the headlights, then pulls out and eats the distracted driver. They both get in and he zooms off. "Where to, love?"
"Cadiz."
"She's not there. I checked." That's the only other place he's been since returning to Spain. Jeta seems to be leading him off-track.
"Cadiz!," she insists. Spike stops the car.
"I don't know who you think you are, but I call the shots around here." During their groping, she took his cigarettes and lighter without him noticing. She's smoking one now. Jeta quickly drops glowing ash on his right arm. When he reaches to grab the cigarette, she puts it out on the back of his left palm. Spike screams bloody murder and throttles the vampire. She just stares calmy into his eyes, and Spike slowly eases up. She licks his wounded hand. Spike was outraged at the insolence of her actions. But he was also more than a little turned-on, as Jeta knew he would be, by the burn. Spike begins to think that maybe this girl knows how to please him. He resumes driving and turns south. Jeta smiles and rubs his right thigh, confident that she has yet another man under spell. At this point, she plans to use and discard him as she did to Ivan. Spike doesn't strike her as special.
Deb comes home to find her boyfriend at the computer. "Dev, we need to talk."
"That's never good news."
"I need to explain why I've been acting different."
"No you don't. I know the reason."
"There's more to it than that." He stands up and turns around. "Let's sit down."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
"No. God no! How can you even think that?"
"We need to talk.' You need to sit down.' These are classic preludes to a dumping. Trust me, I know."
"I just want to tell you why we're not fucking, even though I love you and miss our lovemaking. Greatly."
"Well, thank you, but I know the answer. The dream creeped you out."
"It did more than that. We've done very nasty after sparring a buncha times."
"Brawling's probably the better word for it."
"Exactly! Sex is violent."
"Like they say in that Jane's Addiction song."
"And sometimes it's hard to tell the two apart."
"Especially the way we go at it," Dev says with a smile.
"You got off on killing that Slayer. Like the way you get off with me?"
"No! Not even close."
"So it's a different kind of happy?"
"Sure. You make me feel stuff I've never felt before."
"Well of course that's what you'd say. You'd be an idiot not to."
"It's the truth, Deb."
"Am I a substitute for killing? Am I just a better high for you?"
"You make it sound petty. We're not petty, Deb. We're epic. What we feel is huge, and earth-shattering and unfathomable."
"I need to know I'm more than just a good lay to you."
"An incredible lay."
"You keep saying that loving me has changed you."
"Because it has."
"Then prove it." After a few seconds, Dev starts chuckling.
"So that's what's going on. You think I'm an addict and you're my orgasmic methadone. You want to see if I can stay off the juice without my nightly dosage. And sometimes morning, and mid-morning, and mid-afternoon, and mid-evening. Come to think of it, you're less like methadone and more like a bottomless bottle of Oxycontin."
"Just so you know Dev, I love you IN SPITE of your piggishness, not because of it."
"And I love you in spite of your new found chastity, not BECAUSE of it," he replies with a smirk. She shakes her head.
"You're horribly injured from saving my life, and still you make me want to kill you," she says of his anti-charm.
"Then we really are married." They both laugh.
"That would explain the no sex."
"Nina! How nice to see you!," Harmony exudes with false enthusiasm. Nina responds by smiling with feigned friendliness. "That time of the month again? And Oz! Don't worry. I'm sure Angel has a cage for you. One that's not next to Nina's, of course," she adds, referring to what happened the last time they both went wolfy. Oz still can't believe Harmony's both still alive and still working for Angel. "You can go in. You too, Oz. Make it a threesome." Harmony yawns from her lack of sleep after two late nights infiltrating the San Diego scene for Devlin.
Angel hugs and kisses Nina. "Great to see you. Oz?"
"Hey."
"I thought you didn't need to be locked up?"
"That's why I'm here." Angel looks confused. Nina tries to explain.
"Oz is teaching me how to be like him." That was an odd way of phrasing it.
"You mean teaching you how not to turn during the full moon?"
"Like him." Then she gets serious. "Angel, you heard what that doctor said. I keep changing and I'll be lucky to live till forty."
"That doctor's a little crazy."
"Yes. He's weird. And somewhat scary. But does that make him wrong? If he was such a quack, why does he work for you?"
"Point taken." Angel decides to change direction. "Nina, I'm glad you're doing this. It'll give you a lot more freedom."
"Plus, make more time for us." she says with smile.
"I'm gonna wait outside," Oz announces, feeling extraneous. "I'll try not to kill Harmony," he jokes.
"I didn't know you could get hurt," Nina says, commenting on his limp.
"Oh, this. It's nothing. Just a little ding from the other night."
"And you haven't healed?"
"I have. Mostly."
"So it used to be even worse?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Sorry, it's - "
"I understand. Whatever did this must have been pretty powerful."
"No. Just, sneaky."
"So. Are you and Nina close?," Harmony asks, trying to make conversation. Oz feels no obligation to be polite to soulless murderers, so he turns around and walks the other way. Now he sees Spike walking towards him. He wonders why Angel surrounds himself with such people.
"What brings Oswald back?," Spike asks Harmony.
"It's that time of the month. He came with Nina," she whispers.
"Really," Spike replies with a smile. "Those two sure are spending a lot of time together."
"I know."
"And Angel doesn't mind?"
"He thinks their just friends," she whispers.
"Speaking of just friends,' why do you smell like Devlin?" Harmony gets nervous.
"He's a friend of a friend. I saw him at a club last night."
"He wouldn't be using you to inform on Angel, would he?" Harmony gets very mad.
"No!," she whispers adamantly. "How can you think for one second that I'd betray Angel?"
"You're right. You wouldn't. Unless Dev were sleeping with you. But you're not his type."
"And he's not mine."
"Why thank you, Harm."
"I wasn't talking about you." Spike turns to his left to see Nina and Angel exit his office and walk off with Oz. He chuckles.
"Angel is so bloody blind."
"Oz would never try to steal Angel's girl. He's too laid back. Plus, Angel did save his life, so it would be kinda rude."
"And delicious."
"You're the blind one, Spikey. Oz completely has the hots for Nina, but she's googly-eyed for Angel. Oz's love is totally unrequired." Spike stares at her for a couple seconds.
"You mean unrequited?"
"Whatever. It always sucks being the third wheel, trying to get between the other two."
Spike and Jeta arrived in Cadiz shortly before dawn and crashed in a hotel room for the night. As she continued to refused his advances, Spike became more interested in her origins. Someone of her power and confidence had to have decades of experience. But the language barrier kept them apart. After sunset, she grabbed Spike's hand and took him to the waterfront. Jeta knew this port was crawling with German spies observing Allied shipping entering and leaving the Mediterranean and passing the information on to German U-boats. But being spies, they didn't make a habit of congregating out in the open. A tedious and circuitous search led Jeta back to the very hotel she was staying at. Spike kicks open the door, grabs the man closest to him and digs in. "Nein! Nein!," Jeta screams. She grabs the second man before he can jump out the window and drains him. When they're done, Jeta slaps Spike's face.
"Bloody hell, Yetta. Wut was that for?" She reaches her finger down, picks up some of the blood from Spike's victim, and slowly licks it. Aside from finding this incredibly erotic, Spike gets her point. She wanted both bodies. "You sure are a greedy girl." She pulls Spike close, kisses him passionately for a few seconds, grabs his arm and runs out of the room. Her ability to manipulate was matched only by her inscrutability.
They race down the streets for more than half-a-mile before Jeta stops at a house. From all the noise inside, it's clear the residence has been turned into a tavern. And from all the beer Spike can smell, it's most definitely a German hangout. She takes Spike's right index finger, pierces it with her left fang, puts the finger in her mouth and sucks up the trickle of blood, all the while staring intently at him with her big black eyes. "Kill. For me," she says, showing off her rudimentary English.
Spike goes bumpy. "I'll kill for myself," he replies. She purrs as him. Spike growls back, then gestures to the door. "Ladies first." Jeta kicks it down, and they enter. The patrons scream at the sight of these two monsters. Spike smiles. He's in his element all right. Spike rushes towards the back door, cuts off the fleeing people and starts biting.
"You shall all drown to death on the blood of my family," Jeta announces in German, blocking the front door. But the first thing she does is grab a pretty Spanish bar maid to sink her teeth into, which seems to contradict her expressed motive. "Line up in an orderly fashion," she tells the screaming mob. "After all, you are Germans!," she jokes. While Jeta enjoys taking her time and making the people wait in terror for the moment of death (much like concentration camp victims), Spike kills as fast as he can. Jeta watches, and is impressed with his ferocity. She's never seen a vampire tear into a crowd like this. Those near Spike start moving in Jeta's direction, or try to hide in the corners and under tables. She takes a German man in each hand and crushes their tracheas. Then she slowly bites other men one-by-one so everyone can see. Spike continues his chaotic ravaging. At one point, Jeta stops to admire his blood lust and destructiveness. But when he corners a man who pleads for his life in English, Jeta grabs Spike from behind and puts her right hand down his pants. Spike loves where this is going, and doubles his pleasure by biting the man in the neck. Jeta reacts angrily, squeezing and pulling. Spike yelps and stops biting.
"What is your bloody problem, woman?" Dru may be crazy, but at least she's consistent and understandable. Jeta grabs Spike's shirt and pulls him in the direction of the remaining men and woman who are trying to escape.
"You speak English well?," she asks the terrified bitten man. He doesn't respond. It seems an extraordinary question to ask during a massacre. "Do you speak English? Can you translate German to English, and English to German?"
"Yaah," he finally offers.
"Then you live." Spike's currently taking his time with another Spanish girl who's struggling and wiggling most enjoyably. Jeta breaks a glass mug and rushes over, slitting the throats of men who try to leave before draining one last man. When Spike's done, he belches and staggers around in bloated ecstasy. Jeta sticks her palms in the pool of blood on the floor, puts them on Spike's face and neck and licks it off. Spike falls on his back and laughs with glee. He licks her hands when she's done licking him. Then she dips her left index finger in the blood, smears it on her lips and Spike's lips like lipstick, and kisses him for about a minute. Clearly, this maddeningly unpredictable woman knew how to have fun on occasion. His patience had finally paid off. The lone survivor turns his head away from these abominations, falls to the floor and starts blubbering at all the carnage and the horrible smell.
"Can we shut him up?," Spike asks. Jeta laughs at the absurdity of this suggestion, walks over to the man and says something in German. He looks up at Spike and begins to speak in English.
"I was turned into a vampire six months ago outside the Auschwitz concentration camp, where a slob named Ivan met me. He wanted to make me his slave. Now he is dead. I killed him as I had killed all his followers. The National Socialists are slaughtering my people. They have turned my homeland into a foreign country where I am not welcome. I shall kill them at every opportunity. My mission is to make them pay with every drop of blood in their bodies." When he says this last sentence, the man looks particularly nervous. It's tough translating someone's vow to kill you.
"I get it. He's our translator." The man translates this. Jeta says a few words.
"She says, you are not bright.'" He scowls. "But you are a magnificent wild animal.'" She says a few more words. "It is a joy to watch you kill." Spike smiles.
"And you are beautiful and intoxicating," he replies as he staggers over. "I'm drunk with you, Yetta." She laughs at the cheesy line and hugs him. They roll along the ground, only to be interrupted by sirens. Jeta grabs their translator before he can escape and the three of them dash out the back door. Jeta makes the hostage lead them back to his apartment and invite them in. Spike rips up a few shirts and uses the cloth to chain the hostage to the bedpost. He sits on the floor with his arms behind his head.
"You want to see your sire more than you want revenge against the Germans for kidnapping you," Jeta tells Spike.
"How did you know about that? Has it gotten out? Bloody hell. I'll be humiliated."
"Arati," she says. The translator looks confused. "It's Romani, Dieter," she assures him. "When I taste someone's blood, I learn things about them. Usually it's annoying. But sometimes it can be very useful."
"That's how you knew where to find the Germans! The guy you killed at the hotel went to that bar." Spike recognizes that this gift could be immensely helpful for him.
"Tomorrow, Dieter buys a private train car to Madrid." Dieter does not look amused. "Or, I could kill you." He realizes eventual bankruptcy beats imminent death. "We ask about Dru in the capital, and work from there. My guess is she fled the Nazis out of fear and is somewhere where they are not in control." Spike finds the take-charge attitude of this newbie quite ridiculous.
"You've never even met Dru. Where do you get off reading her mind?"
"I know what it is like to be alone and afraid." She takes off Spike's coat and unbuttons his shirt. "She misses your strong, sure, comforting grasp. A girl can feel very safe in your arms. Or so I imagine." It's strange for Spike to hear these lines from a man.
"Bollocks to imagination." He grabs Jeta, kisses her, tosses her on the bed, rips off the rest of his clothes and she takes off her own, and leaps under the covers with her. For now, he's not worried that this could be another one of her ploys. Jeta has a way of making even veteran vampires throw reservation to the wind. She's also great at convincing men they're in charge when in fact they're just being used. Dieter averts his eyes, but can't cover his ears to muffle the noise of what's going on a few feet away.
NEXT: Deb, Dev and Harmony go to war in San Diego. Jeta is disappointed by Dru's reaction to her romantic overtures. And Elektra becomes the Big Bad in Cleveland, leading what's left of the local vampires against Vi and Rona.