Elektra does battle with Rona and Vi. Taking a page from Devlin's group, she goes guerrilla, finally getting Buffy to take her seriously, and consider coming across the pond. Which might be needed, after Elektra hooks up with Drusilla. With all the men in the family having gone good, ladies gotta do it for themselves.
The seven vampires stand for a few minutes in impatient silence. Elektra, feeling in an eighties mood, wears a red bikini top, sleeveless black mesh shirt and acid-washed jeans with fashionable tears above the knees. "Go check on the house," Elektra finally suggests to one of the guys. A few seconds later, she hears the loud whir of an engine coming from behind. It's Wood, driving an Excursion with a metal grill guard. He smashes the vehicle into the back right corner of the stolen Buick Leks is standing on and has driven all the way from California. She leaps off at the last instant. The impact to the back and side of the car pretty much totals it, but leaves only a few scratches on Wood's ride. Rona and Vi jump out. "Attack!," Elektra screams as she goes bumpy. The three women charge Rona and the three men rush Vi. Wood steps out, crossbow in hand. He and Elektra lock eyes. She knows killing him would follow Devlin's practice of attacking the enemy where they are weakest. Robin knows she's the leader, and hence the strongest, making someone he shouldn't take his eye off of. He aims. She stands still, thirty feet away, licking her upper lip.
But events intervene, nipping this family feud in the bud (her daddy did kill his mommy). Rona waits until the vampires are a few feet away to whip out the Scythe, beheading the closest one, who is the sixteen year-old girl Elektra did such a good job of impressing. The other two women, upon seeing the mythic weapon, turn tail and run, causing Rona to whiff with her second swing. "Oh no you don't," Leks says as she tries in vain to physically stop the two vampires. Rona was pursuing closely, so once the girls pass Elektra, the Scythe-wielding Slayer is right on top of her. Robin smiles and turns to his left, squeezing the trigger and dusting one of the three men ganging up on Vi. Fueled by testosterone-induced rage at how Elektra had emasculated them, the men grab Vi and push her up against the wall. She pushes two away, but the third one punches her in the mouth. His two friends grab her arms. Right then, Wood shoots the one grabbing her right arm, and she punches the one trying to bite her with two right hooks, tossing the one on her left arm away from her. They attack again, and she knocks them back with a straight right kick and right hook kick. When they attack yet again, not at all dissuaded by their previous failures, she nails the one to her right with a right cross and a left hook, and rams the face of the vamp to her left into the wall.
Elektra ducks Rona's first swing and kicks her stomach with her right foot. Rona takes two steps back and points the stake end in Elektra's direction. She assumes a fighting stance. "What's the matter, Rona? Your fists not good enough?," Leks taunts about her reliance on a superweapon.
"Why waste time beating you up, Alexa?" She's unnerved by the use of her human name. Rona steps forward and spins round, landing a right roundhouse kick and going for the stake. Leks grabs the handle of the Scythe and briefly tries to wrestle it from Rona's hands. She kicks Leks in the stomach with her right foot, and Elektra does a forward flip. Rona spins and goes for a beheading. Leks spins back out of the way and slides right to avoid a straight left kick. Rona settles down, realizing this vampire is much more skilled than most. Not to mention call. Most vamps were completely psyched-out by the Scythe.
"Buffy always lets the black Slayers die first. Just ask Kendra," Elektra says about her mother's kill. Rona hits her chest with a right kick and tries a leaping left kick that Leks jumps back away from, further separating Rona from Vi. "Buffy just left her there all alone to die," Leks adds with a smile. She tries a leaping right kick to Rona's chest, but Rona hops back out of the way before quickly counterattacking with the Scythe. Elektra ducks and grabs the handle yet again. Rona whacks Leks in the face with the handle as she swings it back the other way and regains control of the weapon. "Drop the tool, Rona. Or are you scared of a fair fight?"
Wood wants to help Rona, but not while Vi is still double-teamed. However, after beating up her opponents, Vi takes out her stake, ducks a right hook, nails the vampire's chin with a left uppercut to knock him down, spins round and stakes the other vampire with a backhand stab when he tries to ambush her from behind. The other vampire struggles to his feet and runs away. Vi starts to pursue. "Forget him!," Wood yells as he rushes over to Rona. "Get the leader." Vi looks in the distance, sees Rona going at it with a trashily clothed Elektra, and smiles. She races over to cut off the vampire's escape, knowing that this kill could be the end of their war to bring the Hellmouth to heel.
Realizing that the Scythe limited the types of attacks she could make, Rona hurls it to her right and closes with Elektra. Vi grabs it out of the air in mid-stride. Leks blocks Rona's left jab and right cross, ducks her left hook and swerves her head back away from her straight right kick. After blocking Rona's right roundhouse kick, Elektra goes on the attack with right hook kick and left roundhouse kick, both of which Rona blocks. She parries left and right crosses before hitting Elektra in the face with a left jab. Elektra tries to sweep her legs, but Rona hops in the air and tries a right kick while she's up there. Elektra backs away from it. Rona grabs Elektra's left foot when she tries a kick to the stomach, but Leks frees herself with a backflip, putting her within range of Vi. But Leks does a quick forward flip, causing Vi to whiff with the Scythe. She ducks under Rona's right hook kick, and Rona ducks under Elektra's right hook punch. Elektra blocks a right cross, and Rona backs away from a quick right roundhouse kick. Vi tries to stealthily approach from behind, but Elektra reaches back and puts up her right index finger, wagging it in front of Vi while still in her fight stance facing Rona. "No you don't," she cautions. "Not while me and your girl are still in the middle of something. Leks takes two steps towards Rona, who holds her ground and stares intensely at the vampire, her fists at the ready. "My dad was right. This is better than sex." She smiles and raises her eyebrows flirtatiously in an entirely unplanned lesbian moment, the first in Elektra's life.
While Rona (and Vi, and obviously Wood) are grossed out by her comments, Leks leaps to her left, straight at Wood, who's twenty feet away. He quickly aims and pulls the trigger on his reloaded crossbow. Elektra reaches her right arm out and grabs the arrow when it's three feet off the bow, breaking it in two while hitting Wood's right eye with a left hook while she's still in midair. As the Slayers run towards her, Elektra leaps on top of Wood's SUV. Having given up on killing any of her enemies tonight, Leks returns to her human face. "Come and get me. Come and get me Come and get me Come and get me Come and get me," she chants while childishly jumping up and down on the hood, denting it severely to get back at Robin for totalling her car. She spins round while she jumps, waving her arms to look even more ridiculous. The Slayers roll her eyes. Wood, who's reloaded, has trouble believing the leader of the Forces of Darkness at the Hellmouth was so immature. But when her back is to them, Elektra reaches her right hand into her back right pocket, pulls out a small throwing star and hurls it for Vi's right eye when she spins round again. Vi barely deflects it with the blade of the Scythe. "Fine," Leks finally says, stomping on the roof, making it go lower and lower. "We'll do this again." Elektra puckers her lips in Rona's direction, winks and leaps forward. Wood fires his crossbow once she hits the ground. But Elektra takes off, and with a twenty five foot head start actually outruns the arrow, which falls harmlessly to the ground.
"I think we showed her," Wood boasts. After all, they killed half of Elektra's vampires and sent the rest fleeing in disorder. But the Slayers aren't so sure.
"They've changed," Vi declares.
"I guess they were a little filthier than before," Wood comments.
"No. There were different. They had confidence. That's the first time I've seen them with no fear."
"Until you staked one and the other ran away."
"I don't like this vampire. She's like a damn cat."
"She is quick," Rona concedes. "Doesn't hit too hard, though."
"I meant she's got like nine lives."
"No she doesn't," Wood dissents. "She just runs away real fast. That's all she can do. She can't hurt you. We'll get her." No vampire's ever been double-teamed by Vi and Rona and escaped. Now Elektra had done it twice. "I know it's frustrating. But we're making her life Hell. She can't feed, she can't sleep, she can't win. And now she knows it."
"Who's Kendra?," Rona asks Wood.
"Excuse me?"
"Was there a Slayer named Kendra?," Wood thinks.
"I think she was the one before Faith."
"Did she die in Sunnydale?" Robin pauses for a few seconds.
"I don't know," he answers truthfully.
While the Slayers might have been spooked, Elektra was devastated. Her first big job had been a disaster. The vampires wouldn't fight. The Watcher was surprisingly aggressive. Her army had been routed. She'd let down the family name. Okay, her family didn't have a name, but she let it down nonetheless. Leks pounds a brick wall until her knuckles bleed, chipping some of the bricks in the process. She licked the blood and thought about her brother. Her careful brother, whose meticulous, boring and uninspired plans always went off without a hitch. With the odds against her, she'd have to be more like Dev and less like Spike. What would Devlin do? Then she smiled. Attack their base! Her will renewed, Elektra sprinted forth to try to salvage some sort of moral victory on this night.
Angel comes down to open the cell a few minutes before sunrise, and was shocked to find Nina in human form. He was even more shocked to find entangled with Oz. Nina hears the door swing and opens her eyes. She looks very guilty, springs to her feet and backs away from Oz, who slowly rouses himself from a deep sleep. Angel smiles. "You changed back a little early."
"I uh, I uh, I don't think I changed at all."
"What?"
"When I went to sleep, I was still human."
"You were? That's great!" Angel hugs Nina, who still feels ashamed for bonding so much with Oz.
"Yeah. It was a big surprise."
"Your girlfriend's a quick study," Oz offers. "If it's okay, I'm gonna split."
"Sure," Angel says. He shakes Oz's right hand as he leaves and pats him on the back with his left hand. "Thanks were everything. You've really gone above and beyond." Now Oz feels ashamed. He catches Nina's eye, lets go of Angel's hand and hurries on out of there. "Isn't this great?," Angel asks with a big smile.
"It's a big step."
"Maybe in a month or two this place will be a thing of the past."
"Maybe." Because, for a long time, the only times she saw Angel were when she was going to the cage, Nina's always associated it with him. Were they also on their way to being a thing of the past?
Shortly before noon, Spike confidently strides on in. "You're late," Harmony points out.
"I have a good excuse." Harmony stands up, grabs his coat and smells Spike.
"You just had sex. With that college girl who looks like Willow."
"She does not look anything like . . . I smell Dev. He's been on you every day this week. Does Angel know who you're making time with afterhours?"
"For you information, we kill vampires and save lives together."
"You — a hero?" He laughs. Harmony snarls.
"Go ahead and misunderestimate me if you want. But one of these days it'll cost you."
"Is that bravado?," Spike asks with a smirk. "Looks good on you," he concedes before heading in to see who he'd be saving today.
"Does your Willow Clone know you still have a thing for me?," Harmony yells as Spike walks past her.
Elektra ripped off the padlock, burst through the doors and scampered down the dark hallway straight for the Principal's Office. "I've never been to the Principal's Office. I was such a good girl. Once upon a time." She kicks open his door and turns on the lights. "So much to trash. So little time." She picks up his computer monitor and hurls it to the floor, doing the same to his hard drive before stomping on it to make sure it's destroyed. She puts her left fist through the desk, then rips out drawers, smashing them against the wall. She throws down his diplomas and stomps on them, then picks up a file cabinet and bodyslams it. She busts up his chair, throws down a bookcase, and generally rages until she hears the click of a gun getting cocked.
"Put your hands up!" Elektra looks at the security guard, obeys his order and smiles.
"Be a good boy and walk away. Or one of us will die."
"On you knees." He's already radioed the cops about the breaking and entering.
"I'm not that kinda girl. Not for you anyway," she jokes. She takes a small step forward.
"Stay where you are, or I'll have to fire."
"Is that supposed to scare me?" Elektra leaps forward. He fires and misses, shattering the window behind what was Wood's desk. She gets behind him and bites the left side of the guard's neck. When she tries to grab the gun with her right hand as she drains him, the guard fires once into the air before slowly sinking to the floor. Elektra keeps drinking, since all that running had made her hungry. When she's finished, she takes hold of the gun, remembers Devlin's fondness for firearms, and gets a new idea. Thinking like Dev was cool.
Elektra was too tired to race at top speed to her next destination, so she took the guard's car keys and drove back to Wood's house. He was on the land line with Giles in his bedroom while Rona was talking to Buffy in her bedroom on her cell phone. Rupert and Buffy were both in their bedrooms, having been awoken by Robin. Gretchen sleeps through Giles's conversation. "I agree with you," Rupert says to Wood. "Tonight was a smashing success. The girls are perfectionists."
"If you were giving Angel his soul back, why did you need to see him right then?," Rona asks Buffy.
"If the spell didn't work, I had to stop him from killing anyone else. Look, Rona, you don't know how many times I've second-guessed myself about that night. I feel horrible about what happened."
"Why didn't you stay with your friends and make Kendra meet Angel? That way, he wouldn't kill anyone, and you could protect them, while still not following the bad guy's orders."
"Well, then I might have been the dead one." This causes Rona to see the gravity of Buffy's decision and convinces her to stop second-guessing Buffy six years after the fact.
"I guess the closer they get to victory, the more they want it," Wood theorizes.
"What if she gets reinforcements?," Giles wonders.
"I don't know how much credibility she'll have with other vampires after tonight. Would you follow a proven loser?"
"I meant from outside the Hellmouth, where her failure is not yet known."
"You think she's already fled?"
"I'm sure she's on the run. These last few nights, you've proven to her that she's not safe anywhere in Cleveland." Just then, Elektra fires a bullet through Wood's window, through his wall, and into the ceiling above the top of the stairs. He hits the deck. "What was that?," Giles asks.
"A gunshot."
"Oh dear. I suppose that's her plan B." Vi runs into Wood's room.
"Was that a gun?"
"Get down!" he pulls her to the ground.
"Buffy, I think I gotta go." She hangs up. Elektra runs around to the other side of the house and fires at Rona's shadow in the window. Nothing. She tries again. Nope. Then she looks at the revolver and realizes she has to cock it before each shot.
"Rona get away from the window!," Vi screams after opening the bedroom door. Rona hits the deck just in time to miss the bullet, which goes through the glass, through the door two feet above Vi's head, and into the bathroom before lodging itself in the shower tile.
"Rona!," Wood shouts.
"I'm okay!," she shouts back. Now everyone's on the ground and away from the windows.
In Rome, Buffy calls Giles. "Giles is something wrong?"
"Yes," he calmly replies. "It would appear that Robin's house is under fire."
"What?"
"Someone, probably this female vampire, is attacking them with some sort of firearm."
"God, that's lame."
"And potentially quite deadly."
"Yeah. I know. Having been shot myself."
Elektra then travels round to the back of the house and fires into Vi's room, since her light is on. She fires her forth shot into the kitchen, through the dining room and out the front window. After running round front, she tries to fire again, but can't, and realizes she's out of bullets. Robin and the Slayers have no idea how much ammunition the attacker or attackers have, and stay hunkered door. Leks runs up the stairs onto the porch, kicks open the front door and hurls the pistol into the television set in the living room before running away. After a minute, Wood decides it's safe to get up and steps outside to explore. With crossbow in hand, of course. He finds nothing. Rona discovers the gun in the busted tv set.
"She took out our tv? The bitch must die," Vi declares with mock seriousness.
"This isn't funny," Wood says as he gets back inside.
"No, just desperate," Rona retorts. Whatever respect Elektra gained by fending them off she forfeited by resorting to such a cowardly form of attack. Buffy quickly races to Rupert's house and finds him and Gretchen in their bathrobes, which is rather disturbing for her.
"Robin called," Gretchen reports. "They're safe. Just a few broken windows. And a broken television. That's what's really got the girls pissed off."
"I can imagine," Buffy replies. "So much for this vampire running away."
"She's resilient," Giles concedes.
"And maybe bringing in reinforcements?," Buffy asks. "We know she knows Drusilla, after that Kendra thing." Nothing pisses Buffy off more than a vampire questioning her leadership ability in front of another Slayer.
"I'm sure they can handle the challenge," Giles responds.
"Especially with Robin backing them up," Gretchen chimes in.
"I'm going there."
"What?," Giles asks Buffy in disbelief.
"I'm going to Cleveland to help them pacify the Hellmouth."
"But they've already done ninety percent of the pacification," Gretchen points out.
"Why do you want to put them at risk?"
"They'll see it as an insult," Giles rightly points out. "You'll be telling them they can't handle the job on their own."
"That's better than letting one of them die."
"You're needed here," Gretchen states.
"No I'm not. You can run the school without me for a few days."
"And if it takes longer?," Giles wonders.
"It won't. We're only talking about a handful of very dangerous vampires."
"What makes you think they'll return immediately? Especially if they find out you're in town. How long are you willing to wait around: a week, a month, a year?"
"You go to one place, and they'll just attack Slayers somewhere else," Gretchen argues.
"Then send the two newbies to Cleveland instead of London."
"They're needed in London," Gretchen counters. "Have you talked to Robeson lately?"
"Actually I haven't," Giles replies. "How is he?"
"Quite good, considering his lack of Slayers."
"So you want me to just sit here and do nothing?"
"I want you to go on doing your job," Giles retorts. "To not be held hostage by the machinations of a few elusive vampires."
After the police arrive at his house, Wood learns about the attack at the school, and heads down there with a bleary-eyed Rona and Vi. He's a little shocked to find his office in such deplorable condition. "Now this, this is a new low." Plenty of vampires had wanted him dead. None had vandalized his work space.
"Was she looking for something?," Rona asks.
"If she was, no way she could find it in this mess," Vi jokes, impress with the thoroughness of Elektra's mayhem. To her, Leks is like a Spice Girl on crystal meth.
"Have you been threatened by any current or former students?," an officer asks Robin.
"I wouldn't be a good principal if I hadn't," he quips. "But none who would be inclined to or capable of doing this. Poor Wally," he adds about the dead security guard he'd chatted with a few times. "He had a wife and two kids."
"We're guessing the attacker picked one of the padlocks and jimmied the door lock to get in, then kicked in your door. Mister Henderson, hearing the noise, came to investigate the situation, and was attacked with some sort of serrated knife. He fired two shots, but the attacker moved quickly, and he didn't have time to aim properly."
"There's still the question of motive," another officer points out.
"Can you excuse me for one moment?," Wood asks before walking off to call his contact in the department and explain that this was one of those "X-File" cases. A little later on, after the cops have cleaned up the crime scene and the janitor removed the broken furniture and machines from Wood's office, he's outside the school talking with his Slayers. The sun is coming up. "So we know this girl's a sore loser," Wood jokes.
"Maybe we should check the hotels again, see if we can find her," Rona suggests. She's eager to be rid of this danger, while Vi doesn't take Elektra quite so seriously. To her, it's still a game, and she likes the challenge Leks represents.
"You really think she'd be that stupid?," Vi asks.
"No, I think she'd be that cocky," Rona retorts.
"The police have been on the lookout for a teenage girl travelling alone and paying with cash since Saturday night," he reminds them. "If they find her, we'll be the first to know. Until then, consider yourselves lucky. I have to work. You get to sleep."
A few hours later that morning, Elektra stands under a covered walkway along Lake Erie. She slouches, with her arms folded, and looks very glum. A motorboat pulls up to a nearby pier, and the pilot walks over to Elektra, carrying an umbrella to shield her from the sun. "You must be the beautiful young woman I was sent for."
"Thanks. That makes you the guy I don't wanna kill. Yet." He shudders because she looks deadly serious. Leks grabs the umbrella and walks onto the boat, disappearing below deck. The nervous pilot steps back into the cockpit, turns up the radio so he won't be able to hear what's going on in back, and zooms northward. Elektra is greeted downstairs by two muscular men in tuxedos.
"Good morning Miss - " one of them begins before Leks raises her left hand to cut him off.
"No talking. It ruins the game." She lies down on the wraparound couch along the wall, picking up a wine glass. One of the men fills it with hot blood. "Strip. And do a little dance." The other man obliges her. She downs the blood while she watches, and gets a refill. Elektra looks up at her blood steward. "I said strip." He puts down the pot and joins in. There's no music, and Leks gets a kick of how they're dancing to slightly different rhythms. "Now touch each other. You heard me. Get naughty." They stop. "Did mummy tell you what I do when I don't get my way?," she asks with a raised eyebrow as she lights up a smoke, a habit she picked up from daddy. They oblige their guest, and she laughs, enjoying watching the two men look so sexy and uncomfortable.
"What do you think?," Elektra asks Dev about her flowery new blouse as she pirouettes. He's slumped in a chair reading Xenophon's Anabasis while Spike and Dru sleep soundly.
"Quiet. You'll wake them."
"I heard mummy screaming last night, and after a few hours of that she sleeps like a rock," Elektra whispers before giggling. Devlin doesn't like hearing about his parents' sex life.
"You look like a damn hippie," Dev says of her blouse.
"We'll see what the warm-blooded boys think."
"You're hungry again, aren't you?"
"What's your problem, Dev? Don't you like the taste of blood?"
"I feed to live. But I have better things to do for recreation."
"Like read your stupid books?"
"I read to learn tactics and strategy, to better defeat our enemies."
"Spike defeats our enemies."
"It's inevitable that he will one day be confronted by forces more powerful than him."
"I say it's evitable."
"Success breeds resistance. It's a law of history."
"Since when did history have laws?" His sister can be such a smart aleck.
"You want to go out for something to eat?"
"No, I want to go to the movies," she replies sarcastically. "Actually I do want to go to the movies. After my midday snack."
"Have fun."
"What will mummy and daddy say when they find out you let me go out all alone in the daytime?"
"I'm sick of being your lookout."
"Mummy will me happy with you." He looks over at the peacefully sleeping Drusilla. Leks knows how much he pines for his mommy.
"Fine." She smiles and jumps up and down. He stands up, gets his brown leather jacket on (unlike his studded black leather jacket, it affords him anonymity) and heads into the sewers with his sister.
"Can you teach me some more Kung Fu moves?," she asks, trying a few high kicks as she skips along.
"It's not Kung Fu. And you need to simplify. You use too many useless acrobatics when you fight."
"Don't go knocking my flips, bro." Elektra was only a few months old, but she had already shown great precocity.
"Where do you want to go?," he asks, knowing the futility of lecturing his sister on the fundamentals. He'll have to prove his point by sparring with her later and kicking her ass.
"High school."
"Which one?"
"Dunno. Don't care. Find me one"
"And how are we supposed to do that from underground?"
"I thought you knew this city like the back of your hand?"
"This should only take a few hours," he grumbles before hitting the metal pipe with his fist, causing it to reverberate. "Do you actually like spending time with me?"
"Of course!" She hugs Dev and kisses him on the cheek.
"So this is what happens when you save a girl's life: you can never get rid of her."
Debbie arrives home from school Friday afternoon and is surprised to find Devlin still in bed. She puts an eyedropper in a bottle of holy water and places a drop on his back. Dev screams and wakes up. Debbie laughs. He leaps out of bed and wrestles her into the hallway. "What have I done now?," he asks, pinning her shoulders to the floor.
"I thought you like that kinda thing," she replies with a playful grin.
"When it's leading to something else. Is it?" She pushes him off of her and stands up.
"So we're still in a love-loathe relationship. Is that why you burned me?"
"No. It was, it was just — when you sleep, you don't breathe. You look like a corpse."
"We've been sleeping together for four months now."
"And I still haven't gotten used to it."
"But you're fine with me being invisible in the mirror."
"It doesn't make sense, I'll admit. But neither does us."
"Sometimes it's fun to break the bounds of rationality."
"And sometimes, when the guy I love looks like a lifeless corpse, I do something to make me know he's alive."
"You could have just slapped me in the back or something."
"But that would be so ordinary, and we're so extreme."
"We were," he huffs as he puts a shirt on and walks into the living room.
"Hey," she says grabbing his shirt, spinning Dev around and giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Even if we're not living some Penthouse fantasy at the moment, we're still pretty extreme in my book." He leans in and kisses her.
"Maybe not extreme, but definitely controversial."
"So why were you sleeping so late?"
"Because I was dreaming about you." She looks skeptical. "I dunno. Cause we finished a big job. There's always a let down."
"A let down? Now our nights are free! We can go on real dates. Take vacations. Go on long weekend drives."
"They'll be more vampires coming here. Just not as many as before. We still have to stay vigilant."
"Were you this much of a workaholic when you were evil?"
"More so. Back then, I didn't have a beautiful lover to distract me." She smiles and hugs him.
"Where do you wanna go for Spring Break next month?"
"We could fly to San Francisco. Or New York."
"You can fly? WITH me. Not down below with all the pets?"
"I'll charter a private plane."
"Holy shit! We'll be like rock stars."
"Why not? Vampires have tried to live like rock stars for decades. Why shouldn't Slayers? You're young, you're gorgeous, you got super powers. Plus, there's all that life-saving you do. In a just world, you'd be treated like royalty, given money and jewelry and fancy houses, have movie stars kissing your ass."
"Which ones?"
"Not Orlando Bloom." She pouts.
"I thought it was a just world."
"But seriously, now that your own backyard's secure, you can take your show on the road."
"You mean like this summer?," she asks with a smile.
"We can drive all over the country. Hit every city that hasn't been hit by the Buffy drones. And we can go to Mexico. She's got no presence north of the capital. Or in any of western Canada. We could have a pretty busy summer."
"With some sightseeing still thrown in?"
"For you. I can't see much during the day, anyway."
"There are other things you can do during the day. Maybe by then I'll be in the mood to join in."
Elektra lies on a couch in the back of the boat, naked, with Cindy Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" playing on the stereo. Both men are also naked. One of them has his head between her legs. The other one licks blood off her breasts. Leks gleefully moans. "I bet those Slayers aren't having this much fun right now." Being bad was dangerous, but it had its rewards.
Near the close of the three hour, sixty mile journey across Lake Erie, Elektra gave the men a rest and took a nice hot shower. Mummy had packed some of her daughter's old clothes: white jeans and a blue shirt with a silver star in the center. Leks put them on and combed her wet, stringy hair with one of the combs mummy had that were made out of human bone. Their tuxedos back on, one of the men gives her a backrub while the other pours her some more blood. "I should probably let you two drink, after your exertions. But then you might view me as a benevolent mistress. And we can't have that." Elektra's privileged upbringing among two of the world's foremost vampires gave her a sense of entitlement that caused her to look at nearly all other vampires as slaves. Though now twenty five, she is still very much the little princess. When he pulls into the dock, the human pilot races off the boat and gets in his car without waiting for payment from Drusilla. It's cloudy, so Elektra can walk out without her umbrella.
On a desolate section of shore between Blenheim and Leaminngton is a suitably spooky Victorian mansion for its spooky Victorian resident. Elektra runs in. "Mummy? Mummy! It's me mummy!" Drusilla, the languorous antithesis of her hyperactive daughter, slowly walks down the stairs. She wears a white gown. This sight stops Leks in her tracks. Her eyes grow wide. "Oh mummy. You're prettier than ever."
"Moi sweet. Moi sweet girl." She slowly walks up to Elektra, who embraces mummy and buries her head in her bosom. "Oi've missed you."
"I've missed you too," Leks responds, starting to cry. Dru looks at her face and wipes the tears away. Elektra smiles.
"Did you enjoy my present?" Leks turns around and looks at the two men.
"Oh yes. So much so I didn't even consider killing them." Dru knows that's a high compliment coming from Elektra.
"Oi made them just for you." Dru clicks her tongue twice, and the men disappear into the basement. "I knew you'd be coming."
"Do you know why I'm here?" Dru lets go of Elektra and starts walking around the cavernous hall.
"Little girls flying over the world like maggots, picking it clean."
"Yeah, it's pretty fucked up out there." Dru slaps her wrist.
"Watch your language, little girl."
"Sorry, but they've got me pretty," she's going to say pissed off, but stops. "You know. And it's not like the old days. You can't fight them one at a time."
"The destroyers hunt in packs."
"That's I need you, mummy. I need your help. You and me, we can kill them."