Back in 1979, Devlin meets a girl, shows her a good time, but loses her to Spike. In the present day, Buffy discovers that Angel's been cozying up to Debbie while Elektra tries to cozy up to Harmony's ex-boyfriend.
Devlin shakes his sister, who's sleeping soundly in bed. She opens her eyes partway. "Unless you're Andy Gibb or Lief Garrett, I'm not getting up."
"Come on, sis. It's time for your mid-morning snack."
"I had a late dinner. A big late dinner."
"I remember."
"Then why you buggin' me?"
"I thought you could help me with my census count."
"Are you still doing that stupid thing?"
"If we don't know where all the vampires in this city are, we can't exploit them. Father will like it once the protection money starts rolling in."
"Daddy doesn't have money problems."
"But we could always use more. And he still hasn't properly leveraged his Slayer kill. The vampires around here owe him, and it's time they start paying up."
"Dev, you're a vampire! A vampire with way cool parents. Stop being such a doof."
"Yeah well, this doof will bring you back a nice ripe teenage boy when he's done with his little job." Elektra smiles.
"Breakfast in bed," she says as she pulls up the covers and goes back to sleep. Devlin returns to his alcove and looks at the map on the wall indicating where each vampire nest was and how many vamps resided in each one. He made the rounds during the day, when they were home asleep. Dev mapped the nests was so if and when vampires refused to pay homage to Spike, then Dev could torch them in their sleep. Elektra liked that part. She just frowned on the necessary grunt work. Spike felt the same way, though Dru as usual encouraged her son and gave him hugs and kisses for a job well done each time he mapped a new neighborhood. Devlin had surveyed all of Manhattan below 60th street, and was now going to take the train to Brooklyn. Down in the tunnels on the other side of the East River, he found two small nests, which he duly recorded in his notebook. He also found a teenage girl living by herself. She was short, with blonde hair, bundled against the wall under a dirty blanket. Dev took out his flashlight and shone it in her face. Even in this condition, her beauty was obvious. The light caused her to open her eyes. Dev quickly shut off the flashlight and put it and his notebook in his jacket pockets.
"What do you want," she asks suspiciously.
"I want to help you." He immediately regrets this lousy response.
"Why you buggin' me?"
"Cause I'm bored. Cause I'm lonely. Cause you deserve better."
"Leave me alone, creep," she shrieks as she leaps up and tries to push Dev onto the third rail. He bends his knees, holds his ground, picks her up and tosses her back into the spot off the tracks where she was sleeping.
"I can be nice, or I can be not so nice." She laughs.
"You're no tough guy." He take a crucifix in his bare left hand and shoves it against her right forearm.
"Tough enough," he replies as both of them burn. She shrieks and pushes him away.
"Freak."
"Maybe a freak's what you need. You can't get any lower than this. Don't the trains wake you up?"
"I get used to them. Besides, I'm a pretty sound sleeper. Except when some sicko loser shoves a flashlight in my face." She had decided to give the boy a chance and see what she could scam off him.
"The name's Devlin."
"Call me Sheena." Dev's face lights up.
"As in Sheena is a Punk Rocker'?"
"Yeah. You like the Ramones?"
"I love them! Seen 'em live like ten times!"
"Cool."
"First things first, we gotta clean you up, get you outta the tunnels and into some buildings full of people you can bite."
"You mean downtown? Isn't that dangerous? Especially during the day." If things got hairy, she could always sacrifice him and make her escape.
"Not if you know what you're doing."
"And you do?"
"I learned from the best. Me and my dad used to go day hunting all the time."
"Dad?" Dev remembers how strange that sounds to outsiders.
"Spike." Her eyes light up.
"You know Spike?"
"He's my sire."
"Cool!"
"Yeah. He's cool."
"Can I meet him?"
"Sure. After he wakes up. Until then, how bout giving me the chance to show you a good time?"
"Fine," she shrugs, taking his hand as they walk along the tracks. "So what's he like?"
"Very demanding. Spike doesn't suffer fools."
"Cool. Does he go out on the street and kill anyone he wants and fight off mobs?"
"Occasionally. Actually, rarely. At least since I've been around." Devlin thinks daddy may be going soft in his old age.
"So do you and him hang out and feed together?"
"Sure. Spike taught me a lot. Then again, there are a few tricks I've picked up on my own. Like where to take a nice bath in the morning."
"Do I smell that bad?"
"No. But you could smell better. And look better." These comments appear to rub her the wrong way. Dev is not good with women. "We can go shopping."
"In the daytime?"
"We're vampires. We can do anything."
"Except walk in the sunlight."
"We can even do that."
"Yeah right."
"How long have you been a vampire?"
"Six years."
"I've met ones who were sixty and still as clueless as you." She goes to slap Devlin but he grabs her right wrist. She slaps him with her left hand. He smiles. "This is the best city in the world to be a vampire."
"Manhattan's got no alleys."
"Let me rephrase. It's the best city if you're willing to live dangerously."
"No offense, but you don't look so dangerous."
"That way, no one gets suspects me. You can get away with just about anything if you look harmless."
"You're early," Devlin says from the computer in Debbie's room when she comes through the front door."
"I have tenth period free today. You know that."
"Don't you usually stay to hang out with your friends after school?"
"Today I wanted to hang out with you." She hugs and kisses him. "Whatchya up to?"
"Reading vampire chat rooms."
"There are chat rooms about vampires?"
"Chat rooms for vampires. We travel a lot. If you want to get in touch with an old friend who's on the other side of the world, this is where you go."
"You're not thinking of going anywhere?"
"I was looking to see if I could find anything about you."
"Like what? Death threats?"
"The only death threats are for the traitorous vampires who work for you. Sometimes I join in as myself and see how people react. Usually they think I'm pretending."
"Like people on message boards who pretend they're the celebrities everyone's posting about? Does that make you a celebrity?"
"Only because I'm associated with you." Debbie smiles and sits on Dev's lap facing him, her legs straddling the chair.
"You know the saying: behind every great man is a greater woman." She kisses him. He puts his arms around her. She arches her back, causing Dev to tremble.
"I think I'd call you breathtaking. If I had any breath for you to take." They kiss some more.
"Let's go to a movie. Something lousy, so we won't be distracted."
"Why not just stay here?"
"It's more exciting in public."
"Yes. When we're outdoors," he adds with a chuckle, recalling some fond memories from months past.
"I say we stick to dark rooms with no windows so long as the sun's out." Devlin suspects Debbie's still awkward about sex, and this proposal is a bid to forestall that possibility for a few hours. But at least she wanted to be close to him.
"Sure. We'll take my car. I'll get the umbrella."
"Wouldn't we look like freaks carrying one of those on a sunny day," Sheena asks.
"This is New York. They don't mind freaks."
"This place is nice," she says of the building they snuck into. "But what's up with the old guys? You like killing prunes?"
"We're not here to kill," he replies as he enters a luxurious locker room at the Downtown Athletic Club. "We're here to shower."
"How not insulting," she sarcastically replies.
"You need one. I need one."
"No we don't. You're clean. I'm cute, so for me it doesn't matter." Devlin starts to take off his clothes.
"It's part of blending. When you're dirty, you stand out. You don't stand out, you get more killing done. Trust me, it pays off." He drops his pants and gets naked.
"You work out here or something?"
"Does it look like I work out," he asks with a smile.
"Your muscles are small. But they're easy to spot."
"Come on. What you waiting for?"
"Shouldn't I use the girls' room? Ya know, to blend'?"
"The club's restricted. No blacks, no Jews, no women. But nothing about keeping out vampires." Devlin found it humorous that the narrow-minded members were scared of the wrong outsiders. Sheena didn't. Most vampires didn't get Devlin's sense of humor. Actually, most vampire's just plain didn't get Devlin.
"Eh, what the hell." She starts to take off her shirt. "Wait a sec. Is this just a stupid trick to get me naked?"
"Trust me. I can resist. I know you can," he replies self-deprecatingly. Sheena's struck by his tone, since vampires are seldom humble.
"Just as long as you don't try anything funny."
"Don't worry. I can tell you don't like my jokes." She takes her shirt off, and notices Dev's not noticing her. He's looking out of the shower into the distance. "I think we have an audience."
"What's going on here," a man in his early sixties with a towel around his waist asks in an outraged tone. He gasps when a topless Sheena turns around.
"What's going on is you have very bad timing," Dev declares before going bumpy. The stunned fellow yells for someone to take care of the ruffians, and Dev, ever-worried about drawing too much attention, races after the man and chokes him to death with both hands. He tosses the body into the sauna. Sheena's impressed with his efficiency. "Shall we," he asks as he walks back into the shower. She smiles and joins him. Once they're both soaking wet, he walks over, tentatively puts his right hand to her face, and leans in to kiss her. She kisses him back, pushes him down, and they roll on the floor together, laughing. But she puts a stop to any further monkey business.
"Maybe later. All this running around's made me hungry."
"Plus, you'll need some new clothes," Dev responds, pointing to her clothes on the wet floor.
Buffy just sits there, in her living room, staring at the picture of a smiling Angel with a smiling Rogue Slayer. She eventually balls the paper up and drops it to the floor. "I'm sure there's an, umm, explanation," Giles finally offers.
"Yeah," Xander responds. "He's probably not paying her FOR kneecapping our Slayers," he adds, feeding Buffy's worst suspicions.
"They sure looked friendly," Buffy says, standing up and punching the wall, breaking through the plaster and hitting the brick, bloodying her right knuckles.
"To be fair, I've checked and vampire attacks in Orange County are way down," Gretchen points out, unknowingly defending her brother's girlfriend.
"Down as much as in the communities where we have two Slayers."
"Four have left," Buffy responds. "Four have left. Four Slayers are gone. Right when they healed — gone! And never coming back. They're as good as dead to me. From and, uhh, operational standpoint," she adds, not wanting to appear too cold. The four Sunnydale veterans had stayed. But half of the new girls Devlin shot up decided not to stick around. It was his greatest victory. Merely injuring Slayers achieves nothing. Convincing them to abandon Buffy was the whole point. She knew this as well as he did.
"Buffy, you know how Angel never gives up, no matter how far gone the person — or Slayer — appears. This could be his way of reaching out, of trying to prevent her from going completely evil." Buffy closes her eyes and punches the wall with her left fist, bloodying those knuckles as well.
"I don't wanna know why. I don't care. It, it doesn't matter," she says, shaking her head and chuckling with exasperation. "He made his choice."
"Perhaps it's not that simple," Giles offers.
"I don't believe this. You're taking his side?"
"I am merely pointing out that everything isn't necessarily about you. Just as taking Dana wasn't about him (it was about Wolfram Hart). You can't take every action which upsets you personally."
"You defend Angel when he's giving awards to a girl who hobbled our Slayers, but you're against Spike when he's helping me save the world?" She would prefer it if he were more consistent in his suspicions.
"Using an amulet given to us by an evil organization whom we rightly regard as the enemy," Giles retorts.
"It's a complicated world," Gretchen chimes in. "Now, I'm not defending Angel. But we can't judge a single action out of context."
"Then why did you show me this?" After all, it seemed calculated to piss Buffy off and make her mad at Angel.
"We never keep news about any Slayer from you." Buffy paces back and forth a few times before responding.
"You're right. It's a complicated world. Everyone does what's best for them. Angel. Me. Little Debbie." After this cryptic remark she storms out of her house. For the record, "Little Debbie" is three inches taller than Buffy. But for her, maturity and power matter far more than size. Xander looks at Buffy's blood where she punched the wall.
"A lot sturdier than her old home." She would have knocked a hole through its drywall and plywood. Xander turns around and looks at Giles. "That went well."
"I was afraid a lamp might get broken," Giles offers.
"Is she going to do something reckless," Gretchen asks.
"Of course not," Rupert responds. "Why would you even think that?"
"From the way she marched out of here, I doubt she's going to the movies."
"She just needs to let off some steam," Xander explains.
"Unfortunately — or fortunately, if you look at it in the proper way — there aren't any vampires in this city for her to thrash," Giles mentions. Vampires tended to steer clear of places with a Slayer school.
"Maybe there's a soccer riot she can break up," Xander jokes.
Buffy steps out of a cab and walks to a wrought iron gate which surrounds a Palladian mansion. A handsome man rushes out as the gate automatically swings open. "Gonzalo!" She hugs, then kisses him. He smiles gratefully.
"I have missed you, Buffy." He had been away the past week.
"Me too. Accept I didn't miss myself," she jokes.
"Is this about Venice?"
"Venice. Isn't it a little early in the relationship to be going off for a romantic weekend?" He laughs.
"I've heard there's a colony, of vampires, there."
"I'm sure Giles will send some girls out to take care of that. I was actually hoping to forget about work for a little while. Maybe you could take me to some of those hot clubs where you're always getting your picture taken?"
"I thought you preferred to stay out of the limelight?" Buffy had previously expressed worries to him about dating a quasi-celebrity.
"The light's not so bad."
Devlin walks down Fifth Avenue, holding an umbrella in his left hand. Sheena hugs his body and enjoys the shade. "Don't you worry about the wind blowing it away? Or what people think? Who uses an umbrella on a sunny day?"
"The good thing about this city is it's full of weirdos. People hardly even notice us. Well, they notice you, since you're beautiful. And fashionable."
"Thanks to you." She's wearing clothes they took from some of the finest stores in town. "Dev, are you hungry?"
"Not particularly. And didn't you have enough at Barney's and Neiman-Marcus?"
"Two checkout girls. Big deal. With all this walking, I've burned right through them."
"I suppose we could catch a movie."
"I'm not hungry for popcorn."
"I'm talking massacre. A Wednesday matinee will have four, five, maybe six people in the theater. We can pick 'em off one by one. Write things on the screen in blood. Maybe we'll make the papers." Sheena smiles and kisses his neck.
"You know something? For a loser, you're pretty cool." Dev winced at this barbed compliment. But this wasn't the last time he'd hear this line. It would eventually become his unofficial motto.
Devlin opens his car door, sticks out his umbrella, and steps out into the blazing California sun. Deb puts on her sunglasses and walks next to him from the parking lot to the ticket window. He lets her take hold of the umbrella. "It's so much easier on a Wednesday, he says to her. No crowds staring at us."
"If I cared what people thought, I'd drop this thing, let you burn, and date some boring old normal guy." She playfully tosses the umbrella a few inches up then catches it.
"We could always go in separately."
"Why? Even without you, I'm still a freak."
"Yes, but with me, you're an abomination," he jokes. "A crime against nature."
"Now, now. None of that sexy talk till we're inside," she jokes back.
"What schools would you like to visit over Spring Break?"
"God, your mind's all over the place today."
"I just want what's best for you." She stops walking where the sidewalk meets the parking lot.
"Are you what's best for me?"
"That's not for me to decide." Debbie closes her eyes. A pained look spreads across her face as she slowly leans forward, briefly kissing Devlin on the lips, as if unable to resist though part of her wants to. He puts his right hand to her left cheek, then runs it through her hair. She opens her eyes and looks to her right at the man in the ticket counter ten feet away, staring at the strange people under the umbrella. Deb touches the tip of her nose to Dev's. She had decided long ago.
After their delightful movie time massacre, Devlin and Sheena rode the subway until nightfall, when they went to Times Square to watch the night life and pick fights with the 42nd Street pimps, dealers and assorted miscreants. Then they went up to Central Park and killed a lovely couple out for a moonlight ride in a horse-drawn carriage. After dispatching the driver, they unharnessed the horse and one tried to ride it while the other one bit the terrified animal. Bloated with blood and exhausted from their long day, Dev took Sheena back downtown to the Chelsea Hotel, where he sometimes stayed when he wanted to get away from the parents. Sheena was disappointed to see Devlin actually pay for their room. But he explained the Chelsea was, like CBGBs, off-limits to feeding because of the cool people who went there.
"That doesn't mean you can't have fun," Devlin says as they stagger up the staircase arm-in-arm. "Look at the paintings. Sometimes, when the guests can't afford their rent, they pay with work. Place is full of artists. And there's nothing to stop us from visiting any one of them, any time we want, and forcing a musician to serenade us on pain of death." They both laugh.
"Maybe tomorrow."
"Spike got this guy to paint Dru's picture one time. Julian Schna-something or other."
"Where's the room where Sid killed Nancy?" Dev opens the door and throws Sheena inside.
"I'll show you tomorrow." She pounces on top of him and pins his arms back.
"You think you're a tough guy?"
"No. Just brutal." She laughs. Dev tosses her off of him. She pushes him against the wall, then slams his face into the floor. "When you least expect it," he adds.
"Oh really." She walks away from him and towards the bed. "Surprise me."
Dev slouches and stares at her coldly. "You have blood in your hair," he says with a grin. Then he reaches his left arm back and punches the mirror on the bureau with his fist. He takes off his shirt, picks up a large shard of glass and etches a giant bloody spiral into his chest.
"Are you a sicko," she asks, surprised and slightly worried. Devlin seemed so dreadfully normal. He tosses the shard at her head. She ducks, and it sticks into the headboard behind her. Devlin slowly shakes his head.
"Sickos are so common." He walks towards her, trying to appear menacing. But he blows it by belching. They'd done a lot of drinking that day. Sheena burst into laughter. Devlin burst into laughter. He climbed into bed with her, bloodying the sheets.
"He neva came home," Dru says the next morning as Spike bites her left shoulder while they lie in bed. She stares at the ceiling while he tries to get busy.
"Who, love?" Dru slaps him with her right hand.
"Your son."
"Oh. He's probably just starving himself while tracking some bloke for days who I woulda killed in an instant. That's the boy's idea of fun."
"A mother worries." Spike laughs.
"You're not his mum." She slaps him harder. Spike smiles.
"I feel for him loik a mum."
"You baby him like a mum. No wonder he's such a bloody underachiever."
"Naught in his moind. He thinks massacres. I see little girls. Crying. Bleeding. Screaming." Spike's clearly turned on by the image she's describing, and he sucks on her shoulder. She moans. "Ghastly paintings. Filling the gallery. Waiting to come to life."
"Sounds a lot like last night," Spike jokes as he gets on top. He doesn't pay much attention to Dru's visions of Devlin's supposedly grand future. Elektra's the kid he believes is destined for greatness. Which seems a sensible prediction, given her energy and abundant natural talent. Then again, Dru was the one with intuition. Her visions didn't quite make sense at the time. What's so great about taking down a bunch of seemingly helpless girls? Then, several decades later, Slayers multiply, and Dev maims a dozen of them. It all finally made sense to Dru. The reason her visions of Devlin's future had always been so vague, the reason she could never articulate them to Spike, was that the world in which their son would make his mark did not exist yet. But Buffy had helpfully taken care of that and given Devlin the chance to reach his potential. And so Dru sent her daughter to find her brother and convince them to avenge their dear mother for the many indignities she had recently suffered.
If only it were that easy. Debbie was in the way. Elektra's instinct was to kill her, but she knew that would backfire, because Devlin suffered from some rare disease that made vampires care about certain human beings, even when he had the power to kill them. She had to separate them, and didn't know how. Yet mummy had insisted now was the time, so Leks figured all she had to do was keep her eyes and ears open for clues. Early in the evening, she is doing that at the local Starbucks when in walks Alexander. Recon could wait for a few minutes. She catches his eye and smiles. He smiles back. Of course he does. Mummy always told Leks she had a killer smile. She walks up to him, and smells sweat. "Hey Alex. You just come from practice?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"With a body like that - " He smiles bashfully.
"You play any sports?" She knows mentioning his body caused him to check out her body, and only good could come from that.
"Track. I run. Really fast. Plus I do a little kickboxing in the offseason."
"So, umm, can you beat people up?"
"Pick someone and I'll show you." He laughs some more.
"You're funny."
"I'm a whole lotta things. That is, if you want to get to know me."
After two day blissful days and two bloody nights together, Devlin decided to take Sheena to meet the folks. They arrive home early the following afternoon, hand in hand. "Miss me?" Once Dru sees the girl, she appears very uncomfortable. "This is Sheena." Dru, temporarily speechless, walks up to them.
"A girl. You found a girl. This, this girl?"
"Woman." Drusilla trembles. Elektra comes over to see what the commotion is.
"I don't believe it. You had sex! Way to go, bro. It's been what — seven months? Thank you for sleeping with my brother."
"You've been hurt," Dru says to Dev. She sees the cigarette burns on his arms and can only imagine what fresh wounds he's hiding underneath his shirt.
"Jealous, mother?" Sheena's a little creeped out by the strange family dynamic. But, mostly, she's shocked to see vampires living as a family.
"Dev's told me about you guys. I think it's cool how you look out for one another." Dru stares right through Sheena. Leks tugs at her arm.
"Come on, mummy. Let's go shopping,"
"Don't worry. We'll have fun without you," Dev tells Drusilla, trying to push her buttons. Mother and daughter leave, and son gives Sheena the grand tour. A few minutes later, Spike gets out of bed. He's shirtless, wearing only black leather pants.
"Oh. You're back," Spike says when he spots his son. Sheena stares at him, mouth wide open. "Who's this?"
"Sheena," she responds, rushing up to the celebrity vampire. "I've heard all about you."
"A fan."
"Can you tell me how you killed that Slayer? She had everyone so scared."
"Everyone except me. It's not like Nikki was the first Slayer I snuffed."
"We were just stopping by," Dev says.
"Can you give us a minute," Sheena asks a dejected Devlin.
"We can go hunting with him tonight, if you want," he offers in desperation.
"Just a sec. Okay?"
"I'm not sure MOM would like that."
"I think I know your mum better than you, son."
"Sheena, you mind if I come along, join you guys," a desperate Devlin pleads.
"We've been together for forty eight hours straight. What's a few minutes apart?"
"Well, umm, it's not so much the being apart as it is, the - "
"Have a nap or something. You deserve a rest."
"So do you"
"Not yet," she answers with a sly smile, walking into Spike's room. Devlin stands there for a few seconds, listening to Spike whisper and Sheena giggle. Then he punches the walls until his hands are bloody and walks out. He returns shortly after sunset. Dru and Elektra are modeling their new clothes for Spike.
"These aren't the first women to show off for you today," Dev announces.
"Son. You've returned," Spike says, walking over to Dev, who pushes his father away.
"Does mom know? Did dad tell you who he did today?"
"Your pet wus chummy. It would've been rude to say no. We do have manners in this house," Spike says with an arrogant laugh.
"Mom's not enough? Leks is not enough?"
"Supply and demand. Didn't you study economics in college?" Dev lunges at Spike, trying to take him down, but Elektra pulls her brother away.
"Is this about that blonde," she asks.
"Good point. You don't even like blondes!"
"Neither do you," Spike responds to his rage-filled son. "Son, I know you're mad. At her and at me," he begins, trying to sound conciliatory. "But you deserve better than that leech. It's clear she wus only using you to get to me." Devlin goes bumpy and pushes his father away.
"She liked me. We had fun together. We had a connection. And you had to be selfish and ruin everything."
"You cared for this girl, son?"
"Yeah. She was lost and in pain, and I was saving her. Showing her a new world."
"That's sweet, Dev. But she clearly didn't care for you. Better to know now than a month from now when you started getting attached. Think of how much it woulda hurt then. I did you a favor." Devlin screams, grabs a crowbar in his right hand and charges Spike, who laughs and grabs his son's right wrist. The furious son grabs his father's precious hair with his left hand, trying to pull it out. Spike tosses the boy across the room. "Ow. That hurt. Watch the hair." Spike makes sure none of it's out of place.
"I love you. And you hurt me. Again, and again, and again! Why?"
"I dunno. Maybe cuz it's fun?" Tears in his eyes, Devlin attacks Spike once more. Spike tosses him to his right, and Dev hits the wall above the couch, rolling to the ground and getting up.
"Someday dad, you're gonna need me, and I won't be there," he says as the tears stream down his face. "And then you'll realize what a fucking idiot you are!"
"Get out!"
"Fine!" A frantic Dru enters the fray, grabbing Dev and glaring at Spike.
"Now, now boys. Carriage needs awl four wheels, and wheels can't roll by themselves."
"No one insults me in my bloody home."
"But you can piss on anyone else, even your own son!"
"If he's been a bloody disappointment, then yes!" Drusilla shrieks, quieting her boys down. She takes hold of Devlin's arms and licks up the tears on his face to calm the boy down.
"It's okay baby," she says, stroking his forearms. "Mummy make everything awl right."
"Promise," Dev asks in between sobs.
"Stake moi heart." He leans in to kiss her lips, but she shudders and backs away. Devlin's rage returns.
"Fine! Fine! If nobody wants me, I'm gone! See you all in hell!" Dev puts the crowbar through the television and takes off. Elektra runs towards him but Dru grabs her daughter and hugs her from behind. Spike musses up her hair.
"Don't worry, sugarplum. He'll be back." Leks looks up at daddy.
"Why'd you sleep with the succu-bitch?"
"I didn't. It wus just a shag. We barely even touched the bed," he adds with a laugh. "Now let's go out. Wherever you want!" Elektra just runs over to her bed and sulks.
"I miss my brother."
"You've were apart for three bloody days. You didn't miss him then."
"Because I knew he was with us. He was just away. Now he's gone." Spike doesn't understand how she became so attached to Devlin so quickly. He's never known a vampire to care about a vampire of the opposite sex when they weren't shagging. It was almost as if she saw Devlin as a literal, and not just a figurative, brother.
Elektra prowls the deserted streets of Laguna Hills. The worst thing about the suburbs was no one came out at night. Except some old lady to walk her dog, and Elektra wasn't that desperate for a meal. Inevitably, she wandered to Debbie's house, and peered in through the window. They were cuddled up on the couch. How revolting. Her big brother with a Slayer. And she could see the hickeys on his neck. At least Spike had that chip, so his options were rather limited. Dev was doing this completely out of free will. Leks kept hoping that at any moment Devlin would bite Debbie's neck and the clueless Slayer would scream until the life was drained out of her. Mummy had promised something special was about to happen, something that would rouse her brother out of this puppy-love stupor he was wallowing in. But not tonight, apparently. Elektra ran two miles down the road to her car. Time to let daddy know she was back.