Devlin describes the time he fought Faith. Harmony's new friends want her to enjoy some new, and scary, experiences. Spike finds himself enjoying normalcy. And Dev and Leks take on Rona and Vi.
"I thought you were gonna sleep clear through the Slayer killing," Elektra jokes to Devlin when he wakes up after six in the evening.
"You waiting for me to wake up. That's a change."
"Well, I'm worked up about tonight. And . . . nervous."
"You? You've never been nervous about anything. Even when you should have been."
"I know. But, this is different. I've run away from every Slayer I've faced. Sometimes after dispensing some wicked pain. But there was always an out. Tonight I gotta fight to the death. Hers, or mine."
"Not gonna happen. You're a natural."
"A natural born sexy, badass, kickass riot-grrrl. But Slayer killing? I dunno if I have it in me."
"Leks, It's in your blood."
"Then why haven't I done it yet? You bagged one on your first try."
"No I didn't."
"What?"
"It was way back. Back during the summer when mom and dad split. Except we didn't know about that yet. I was in the Hamptons, stealing from the greedy and battling their mercenary demon fighters."
"Is that when you almost killed Puffy?"
"Yes, until I realized it could be mistakenly blamed on that whole East Coast-West Coast feud, and next thing you know Dre gets shot in retaliation, which would be wrong."
"I met a couple vampires who used to work for Suge Knight. Since when did you care about hip hop? I'm the one who's always been down."
"Anyway, while I was in Easthampton, I began hearing about a Slayer causing all sorts of trouble up in Boston. I was twenty, so I figured it was my time. What better way to impress dad than following in his footsteps?"
Wearing the black pants, black tank top and black trench coat he still prefers today, Devlin stalks the dance floor at Avalon, watching Faith grind and writhe with a tall vampire who has moussed, eighties hair. She puts her arms around him and leads him outside. Devlin lights up a cigarette. "She worked a lot like you," Dev informs his sister. "Seduce, lure them out, then kill."
"Except I have better artistry. I must," Leks snobbishly maintains.
Faith soon returns, stands by the bar and sips a rum and coke out of a straw. She has her back to the bar and scans the semi-circular dance floor directly in front of her and the yellow booths to her left. Dev stands to her left and orders a beer. He takes a few swigs before looking her over. She's wearing black leather pants and a white tank top. Faith glances up at the man about to hit on her and is decidedly unimpressed.
"You look a little young to be in here."
"You too," she replies after another quick glance.
"I'm much older than I look."
"Good for you."
"I'd like to know if you're as fun as you look," he clumsily offers.
"No," Leks screams. "You actually said that," she adds with a laugh.
"The Slayer looked fun. Not like dour Buffy or stuck-up Hilda. And the vampire I saw her with wasn't that good-looking. So I figured I had a shot at the royal treatment.
"You would," Faith replies icily, still looking out at the dance floor. Devlin steps in front of her. "Outta my way, loser," she says, pushing him aside. Dev is livid at the brush-off. Not only is she uninterested in flirting with him. She seems to hardly think he's worth the trouble of slaying.
"Fine. We'll do it my way." He finishes his beer and walks to his left, picking up an ashtray off a table and stuffing it in his left coat pocket. Dev goes up to a booth, grabs a guy, punches him out and bites his girlfriend. Faith runs over, stake in hand. Dev lets go of the girl and spins around, hitting Faith with the back of his left hand before racing to the exit. Faith pursues him onto Landsdowne Street, next to Fenway Park. The Green Monster rises on the other side of the street. Drunks and their friends mill about outside the bars and clubs.
"Can't take a hint," Faith asks as Dev backs up.
"Call me old-fashioned, but I like to show a Slayer a good time before I kill her." Faith laughs.
"If you're a Slayer Killer, then I'm Miss America." She lands a right hook and blocks Dev's right hook, not noticing his left hand in his pocket. Dev ducks her right cross and smashes the glass ashtray into the right side of her head, opening up a cut above her ear.
"You dick!"
"Sorry. I was speaking in the subjunctive tense," he adds geekily while landing right and left hooks to her face, then a right knee to her chin. The astray blow still smarts. Meanwhile, the drunks cheer on the fight, oblivious to the stakes. Faith lands a left jab, but Dev responds with right jab, right hook, left cross, right kick to the stomach, followed by left hook and right cross to her face. Dev grabs her hair, spins Faith around and throws her into the wall. The guys whistle at the hair-pulling, which seems beyond the pale. Two men try to stick up for the girl getting battered, not noticing Dev's monstrous face, or the fact that he licking Faith's blood off his left palm. He takes down one with a left hook kick and another with a head butt. Faith gets up and lands a right hook. "Since when did a Slayer need a mob to protect her," Dev taunts while landing a right hook of his own.
"Get out," Faith yells, looking at the men and fearing for their safety. They see the determination on the girl's bloody face and decide this is way outside their league.
"I've tasted you. Now, it's only a matter of time."
"You're right." Faith lands a leaping right roundhouse kick that sends Dev into the wall. She follows this up with two punches to his stomach and four to his face before grabbing Dev's jacket and throwing him over her shoulder. He sails twenty feet before rolling on the ground to the edge of the Green Monster. When he tries to get up, Faith lands a right hook kick. She then leans down to stake the prostrate vampire, but Dev sweeps her legs, gets up and sprints west, taking a quick left to head south towards the swamps. Faith stands up, stashes away her stake and puts her left hand to her head. Only then does she realize how bad she is bleeding from the ashtray blow. Faith races east and north towards her Watcher's town house in Back Bay for some first aide.
"So you hurt her," Leks says to Dev.
"But she almost killed me. It was humiliating. I spend the night walking around the park and crying. I felt like a failure."
"You cry about a lot of things," she jokes. "Besides, you've done it."
"By killing her Watcher. That's what demoralized Hilda."
"Maybe you can do that again."
"If these girls are as good as you say, they don't need to patrol with a Watcher."
"Great, now you're nervous. Just bloody perfect," Elektra states worrisomely.
Harmony's going at it with Paul on the coach. She's on her back, and has already ripped off his shirt. "Wait," she says, confusing Paul.
"You don't do it on the first date?"
"No. I mean, yes. Wait. I mean, shouldn't we be doing this in your room? I'd hate for Sidney or Lou to come out and catch us."
"Yeah. That would be awkward," he replies with a smirk. Harmony laughs as Paul picks her up and carries her into his room. But when the door opens, she sees Sid and Luiz on the bed.
"I thought you said this was your room?"
"It is," Sidney says, tossing Paul off her and off the bed. Harmony averts her eyes since Sid is topless. "Shy. That's cute."
"It's also the only room with a Queen-size bed," Luiz explains, leaping back on the bed only to be playfully tossed off the other side by Sidney.
"So? We're using it."
"She doesn't know," Luiz whispers to Sid.
"Doesn't know what?" Luiz walks over to Harmony, completely naked. "Is . . . is this an orgy?" The three vampires laugh.
"No," Sidney insists. "We're just being . . . convenient."
"I like you," Luiz confesses to Harmony. "I think you're a fox. But so does Paul. And, I know you like him better, which is fine, since Sid likes me better, but - "
"Omigod. This IS an orgy!" Harmony leaves the room and races for the front door. Paul catches her.
"What's the problem?"
"I'm not into this weird stuff."
"What weird stuff'? The only problem is more than one guy in this apartment likes you. Which isn't a problem. It's a blessing. An honor, even."
"An honor?"
"Yeah." Paul's always been a good bullshitter. "I think you're amazing. Luiz thinks you're amazing. We want to honor you and make you happy."
"At the same time," Harmony asks, cringing, but also a little curious.
"No," he replies with a laugh. "I just think that, if I can't completely satisfy you, then Luiz should get an opportunity. Because what I care about most is making you the happy. Tonight, I want you to make you the happiest vampire in Southern California."
"Really? That is SO sweet!" She kisses him.
"So . . . you ready?" Harmony thinks. Boy-girl-boy was okay. What about boy-girl-boy-girl?
"Is Sidney expecting anything?"
"From you? No. She's knows you're not - "
"It's not like I'm turning her down."
"She knows."
"It's just not my thing."
"She completely understands."
"Okay. Not that we have the ground rules set."
"I've been dreaming about you since the night we met." Harmony's heart melts. How could she resist such entreaties?
"Tonight's been really fun, Paul," she replies, putting her hands on his chest and staring up into his eyes.
"You thirsty?
"Paul! That's a little forward."
"Oh God! You thought I meant?" He chuckles. "No. No! I meant blood. To keep our strength up."
"So how do we flush them out," Elektra asks her brother. "Burn their house down?"
"No. That would attract too much attention. We stalk. And wait."
"Wait?"
"Yes. Wait for the right moment."
"I don't believe it. You can make even Slayer-killing sound boring."
"Well, we could do a rash attack, like you did in the past, and have to deal with that Magic Ax you're afraid of."
"It's not magic. And I'm not afraid of it. I'd just like to fight Rona when she's not holding it."
"And the only way to ensure that happens is to wait." Devlin knocks on a door. One of the vampires opens.
"Good. You're bathed," Elektra says. Dev and Leks enter.
"Is it time," a male vampire asks. The sun's down."
"Patience," Elektra counsels. "Enjoy your Spectravision. Order room service."
"Can we kill?"
"It's a hotel. We got an open invitation."
"No killing," Devlin orders. "No killing until the Slayers are dead."
"But if you're fighting them, they can't stop us."
"We'll fight them when I want to fight them. And when we fight, you'll be with me. Until then, if you do anything, their Watcher will find out and send his Slayers here to kill you. And I won't bother to get in their way."
"You're brother's a major buzzkill," the female vampire says to Leks.
"I don't live here. I don't particularly care about this place. These Slayers are no threat to me. I'm doing this for you. And when they are dead, and I am gone, you will reap the glory. You are the ones who stayed. Who fought. Who didn't run. And the vampires will remember that when they return here. And they will honor you. This is a small price to pay for becoming a legend. And the price just got smaller. The limo's yours for the night. I'll call you on its phone. Have fun."
Leks and Dev watch the limo speed off as one of the male vamps sticks his head out the sun roof. "Vampires are so easy to please."
"Like humans. They just want you to make them feel special."
Harmony lies on the bed to Sidney's left. To Sid's right, Luiz sleeps on the floor, smiling. She reaches across Harmony's body and pushes Paul to the floor. "What'd you do that for," Harmony asks.
"To give you more room." Harmony puts her head on the pillow, pulls up the sheets and closes her eyes, only to open them a few seconds later.
"Actually, I can't get to sleep."
"Me neither." Sid slides her right hand under the covers and touches Harmony's right thigh, freaking Harm out.
"What are you doing?"
"Boys tend to tap out sooner than girls." It takes Harmony a moment to get the analogy, which she finds rather disgusting.
"Actually, Sidney, I'm pretty tapped out."
"Oh really?" Sid moves her hand higher. Harmony grabs Sid's arm.
"Stop!"
"Relax." She kisses Harmony's neck and snuggles up to her. "Doesn't this feel good?"
"Ughh, ummm, wellll - "
"You look great. You smell great. You should feel great." Sidney gets on top, takes Harmony's hands in hers, pinning them down, then slides lower, kissing Harmony's chest.
"I-I-I do. Paul made me feel great. And Luiz. This just makes me feel - "
"Scared," Sidney asks as she pops up and rubs noses. "There's nothing to be scared of. You don't have to do anything." Sidney slides back down, kissing Harmony's stomach and belly button. Harmony laughs.
"That tickles." Sid slides back up.
"I'm just getting started." She kisses Harm softly on the lips and runs her left hand through her hair. "You have beautiful hair."
"Um, thanks. But I'm really not . . . what are you doing with your feet?"
"Rubbing your legs. Making a spark. Like insects do." Sid's too excited to realize she's mangling her cricket metaphor, and Harmony's not one who'd notice the mistake, anyway. Especially at a surreal moment like this. "You like?"
"It's, it's, it's . . . nice."
"You're trembling. But not in a good way."
"I've had a really good time, and I like you as a friend, and I, uh, I think you're attractive. But I'm not - "
"It doesn't count if you don't do anything."
"This isn't anything. It's, it's definitely something," Harmony stammers as Sidney nibbles on her right earlobe and gropes her chest with her hands.
"If I do everything, and you do nothing, it doesn't count for you. It only counts for me."
"Oh. Okay." The alcohol seems to have lowered her inhibitions. But she hasn't had a cocktail in hours. "Is it okay if I close my eyes?"
"Sure. Don't look. Just feel."
"You know this town, right," Leks asks Dev.
"Used to come here all the time as a kid. It's only thirty miles from Fairlawn. Back then the plants were still open. I wonder where the demons lived then? De-industrialization has been very good for the non-human population."
"Quit with the geek talk." Elektra raises her right foot to kick through a window so they can get into the high school.
"Don't. They're not here."
"How do you know?"
"There'd be a car in the parking lot. The principal has a car?"
"Yeah. I did some damage to his wheels. The guy's name is Robin Wood. And he's black. You think there's any connection," she asks as they walk away.
"To who?"
"To the Slayer daddy killed, dummy."
"So first I'm a geek, but now I'm a dummy? Make up your mind."
"Her name was Nikki Wood."
"It's a common last name." Dev laughs. "You think it's her brother?"
"Too young. Maybe a nephew. Or a cousin. It just seems too strange to be a coincidence."
"Slayers don't have a lot of family involvement in their work. How's a nephew or a cousin gonna even know about it? They keep this stuff secret. At least they used to."
"He's not a bad fighter. But we can take him out after getting the girls."
"You can. I'll be gone."
"Back to suburbia. And your girlfriend," she sneers.
"I don't criticize your lifestyle choices. Don't criticize mine."
"What lifestyle choice? You got a problem with me killing people?"
"No. With how you kill them. The priapic bit is beneath your talents."
"It's not a bit. And it's fun. Better than just grabbing a guy off the street and biting him."
"Maybe it's a double standard, but female vampires who seduce and fluff don't get a lot of respect."
"Because that's all they do. I'm also a fighter. And what I do with the rest of my time in nobody's business."
"Doesn't it get old after the ten-thousandth time?"
"No. Every kill is different. And there's that awesome moment between when you bite him and when he realizes he's going to die. You're happy. He's still happy. I love when they don't know yet they're getting killed. Plus, it's their own damn fault they die. It's not like I force myself on these guys."
"It does have that charming aspect."
"Be back by ten," Wood tells the girls.
"It's Saturday," Rona complains. "How bout eleven?"
"No. Twelve," Vi adds. "It's only eight-thirty."
"That's too late. You need to patrol."
"Fine. Eleven." Wood thinks about this.
"Come on," Rona pleads. "There's hardly any demons left."
"Fine." The girls smile and leave. Leks and Dev have been pacing the street for forty minutes, waiting for someone to come out of that house. It wasn't hard for Dev, because he's extremely patient. But Leks was ready to explode.
"What do they need? A written invitation?"
"That would be nice," Dev responds. "Like dueling. With rules and honor. Vampires and Slayers meeting one another as equals." Devlin sees Slayers and powerful vampires as a sort of New Knighthood. Unfortunately, Slayers failed to give vampires the same level of respect. Just then, he sees two young women exit the house.
"There they are. Let's get 'em," Elektra exults. Dev grabs her arm and pulls her against the front wall of a grocery.
"Patience."
"I've been patient," she pouts.
"Slayers aren't nocturnal," he whispers.
"How do you know? These girls don't go to school."
"Whatever time they got up, they'll be more tired three hours from now."
"Three hours?"
"Or two hours. Or one hour. Besides, I have to familiarize myself with the prey."
"You get the white one."
"I like her. Shock of bright red hair. Long legs. Probably has a powerful kick. Definite independent spirit. It will be an honor to face her."
"Enough with this honor bullshit."
"Killing a Slayer is a sacramental act. It is the only noble thing a vampire can do. It's what defines our family. Our heritage. Our future."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm hungry. She's got blood. And I wanna show her what I can do one-on-one."
"Is there any reason you want to kill the black girl?"
"What are you implying?"
"I'm not implying anything. I just find it interesting. Given our parents, and the Slayers they killed."
"She's fun to fight. I had a good time with her. It's got nothing to do with race. To be honest, I like her more than the pale one." They follow the Slayers from a discreet distance as they quietly talk.
"She is very pale. Vampire pale. Did you know that in Serbia red hair is seen as a sign of vampirism?"
"You got that from The X-Files,' didn't you?"
"It was a funny episode. Vampires without fangs."
"It defamed us. They should've had a hot teenage vampire who wanted to sire Mulder."
"And another hot teenage lady vampire who wanted to sire Scully. Perhaps with dark brown skin, an exotic accent and magical powers."
"You're still caught up on that Gypsy! I thought you were in love?"
"I am. That doesn't mean I don't recognize Yetta's enduring sex appeal."
"Apparently mummy and me are the only ones who don't." They both laugh.
"Admit it: it's a badge of honor she came onto you."
"I was flattered. But enough of honor. We're vampires!"
"Vampires stalking Slayers."
"Excited?"
"Getting phantom heart beats."
"Why don't you accept we're superior and stop wishing you were human?"
"I don't wish I was human. I just miss certain human sensations sometimes."
"We enjoy other sensations the breathers lack. Like the taste of fresh human blood from a live victim. You've probably forgotten."
"I don't miss it."
"Then why are you here?"
"To change the world. For the better." They both chuckle. "I'm serious. Balance must be restored. Or things will get ugly for everybody."
"Stop it, Yoda. I know how much you love your Lucas."
"Only the first two. And that scene with Carrie Fisher in a metal bikini."
"What about Natalie Portman?"
"In a metal bikini? I wouldn't mind seeing that."
"You can't hate the prequels if she's in them, cause you like her."
"Cause she's smart. I liked the girl, not her work. She's learning Arabic. Like I did. Except, probably for vastly different reasons. I liked her for her brain."
"Liked?"
"Next to Slayers, movie stars and rock stars seem so inconsequential."
"Does that mean you've given up your crush on Liz Phair?"
"Have you?" Elektra laughs. Dev puts his right arm around her shoulder and savors the sibling bonding, especially since this reunion is about to end, and tomorrow he goes back to being the traitorous enemy.
"Oh no they're not," Leks says after her jaw drops.
"Slayers can party. If every night could be your last - "
"They stole my men!"
"Come again, sis?" The two tall, handsome boys greeting the girls are Trent and Rondell.
"I bit them. They're the basketball players I bit."
"Did the Slayers happen to save them?"
"I let 'em go," Leks says defensively. "They didn't stop me."
"Classic damsel behavior. Boys are so predictable. They'll throw themselves at the first super-powered woman who saves their life. It's demeaning to our entire gender."
"How you doing," Rona asks Rondell, who's wearing a black turtleneck.
"Pretty good."
"Is it scaring," she asks, reaching for his neck.
"It just hasn't gone away. Doctor says it will in a week a so."
"Get any funny looks at school," Vi asks Trent, who's not concealing the bite mark.
"I caught a few. But it's not all bad. Chicks dig gory wounds." Vi smiles and reaches her hand up to touch his neck.
"I don't believe it. They're getting off on the work I did."
"It's the least you could do, what with getting them killed and all." The couples enter the building.
"Should we follow?"
"No. They know you. It could tip them off."
"Those boys are cute. They can do better."
"I find the Slayers quite attractive."
"You find all Slayers attractive. It's genetic."
"They all have a glow. Except for Deb. She's a supernova."
"Maybe you and dad can sit around and debate who's more goddess-like: Buffy or Debbie."
"He's got better things to do with his time. I hope."
Spike and Claire emerge arm-in-arm from a Vietnamese restaurant. "I had no idea you ate food."
"I like the taste. I fancy the taste of a lot of things." He kisses her neck. She giggles and sighs happily.
"Where to now?"
"How bout that experimental play you mentioned?"
"I thought you didn't like that sorta thing."
"I can heckle at the actors if I get bored." She smiles. They get on a motorcycle and zoom off. Claire rests her head on Spike's right shoulder and holds him tight. It's great to have such a cool boyfriend.
"I'm really glad you gave this dating thing a chance."
"Me too. Sometimes it's fun to be normal." He pauses as they sit at a light. "Did I just say that?"
Leks and Dev waited outside for ninety minutes, passing the time by playing an old game. Dev tried to guess which men passing by his sister would like to bite, and she guessed which women her brother would want to bite. Usually, if one sibling made the right choice, the other one would happily kill the person. Leks found that version of the game much more fun. Self-restraint did not agree with her. Finally, their targets emerged and went for coffee, after which they split up. Dev followed Vi, and Leks Rona, as the Slayers took their dates home.
"I had a really good time tonight," Trent tells Vi.
"Me too. I'd like to do it again."
"Me too." Dev mimics the inane chatter and rolls his eyes. Did he and Deb sound this brain-dead?
"How bout next Friday, after your game?"
"I'd like to see you sooner." This makes Vi very happy.
"I could swing by school on Monday. We can have lunch, or something."
"Sure. Great. See ya then." He leans in cautiously to kiss her. She kisses him back. They kiss again. Then she puts her arms around him and he pulls her close. Dev glances at his watch.
"Twenty eight seconds. Not bad for a last kiss." He follows Vi from three blocks back, following her scent when he can't see her. Along the way, he whistles the melody from "Last Kiss," then starts singing:
"Oh where, oh where can my Slayer be?
Devlin took her away from me.
She's gone to Heaven so I got to be good,
so I can see my Slayer when I leave this world."
"We could go out for a bite after the game Tuesday night," Rondell suggests to Rona.
"Or we could hang out tomorrow."
"I got homework. My mom's really strict about - "
"I could help you. Or, pretend to help you."
"Girl moves fast. I respect that," Elektra comments.
"Maybe you could come by at eleven when my mom's at church."
"It's a date." She gives him a quick kiss on the lips and turns around.
"You saved his life! Slip him the tongue," Elektra urges. Sure enough, Rona turns around. "Alright. Action!" She observes the couple for twenty seconds. "Okay, you can stop now. You're making me jealous."
After a few blocks, Rona senses someone is following her. Leks is not as discrete as Dev, but she's a lot quicker, and every time Rona turns her head Elektra sprints around the corner. Vi meets up with her half a mile from home. They laugh and talk about their good-night kisses, how much these guys like them, and how great their respective guy is. "The thing is, back at my old high school, I wouldn't stand a chance with a stud like Trent," Vi confesses. "That's one of the great things about being a Slayer. It turns you into a whole new woman."
"I think we're being followed."
"Okay, that's one of the not-so-great things about being a Slayer." Vi looks around. "How many?"
"One. I think."
"No problem. Good thing we brought our purses." They each take out stakes.
"Should we call Robin?"
"Why bother, if it's one. Hell, why bother if it's four?"
"You're right. It could be a trap. Lure our Watcher out, get him before he gets to us," Rona surmises.
"Jeez. I thought I was the nervous worrying one."
"I don't like being stalked. It reminds me of the Bringers."
"Bring 'em on," Vi puns. "I think we could handle those guys now."
Dev grabs Elektra. "What are you doing so close to her?"
"Sorry. I'm not used to tracking," she sarcastically replies. "I usually kill my prey right away."
"Our witnesses should be here any minute. Until then, stay out of range."
A limo passes in front of the Slayers as they wait to cross a street. "How many of those you see around here," Rona asks.
"Maybe someone's having an early prom," Vi quips. The limo turns right at the next block, heads south and is soon intercepted by Leks, who jumps on the hood.
"Hello Cleveland! Are you ready to rock?"
"Showtime," a much more subdued Devlin says to the vampires as they exit the limo. He hands his coat and umbrella to a male vamp. Leks hands her purse to the female vamp. Two male vamps hold the cameras. "Try to keep a respectful distance. I don't want the Slayers to know they have company."
"Also, it gives us a chance to run away if you lose," the vampire holding nothing comments. Devlin had problems with this guy's attitude earlier in the day.
"Quite true," Dev concedes with a smile.
"Not gonna happen," Leks interjects. "By the way, anyone who leaves is disinvited to the party afterwards. And I hear Slayer blood is a powerful afrodisiac." The men smile. Much of Elektra's authority over them derives from their hopes of getting some.
"Hurry up," Dev orders as he marches north. "We can't let them get within range of the base."
"He means the house," Leks whispers. A couple vampires snicker. "By the way, they still haven't fixed the windows I broke upstairs," she notes proudly.
"May I have a word, sister?" She rushes forward to join him. "Game face."
"I'm game."
"You have to take this seriously."
"Dude, it's not like I wanna get killed."
"This is what mom and dad dreamed of: their children working together to kill Slayers. It's the fulfillment of our life's work."
"I know. Mummy's gonna go bonkers. She'll flip."
"Let them get tired. Play defense. Wait for your time. There's always a moment when the Slayer loses her armor and becomes just another girl. Seize that moment, and you can kill her. Try to force a decision too soon, and you got trouble."
"Don't worry. I wanna go with this Rona for a good five minutes. She seems fun. They're close. I'm so excited!"
"I don't fuck much with the past, but I fuck plenty with the future," Dev says, quoting a Patty Smith song.
"Spare the child and spoil the rod, I have not sold myself to God," they say in unison before high-fiveing.
Rona stops. "You hear that?"
"Sounds like kids."
"Maybe we should get home. Find some more weapons." Rona fears vamps with swords, axes, and maybe even guns.
"No. I want a good fight. It's been a while."
Elektra grabs the vampire holding nothing and kisses him. He smiles. "Guess what? At the circus, you get to ride me first." She takes his right arm and leads him forward. They're sixty yards from the Slayers. "With privilege comes responsibility." Dev takes his left arm, making the vampire nervous. He tries to stop, but they drag him forward.
"It's real simple," Dev explains. "You distract one of the Slayers while I come from behind and bite her. Then Leks and I double up on the other one."
"And you get to fuck me." The vampire is torn between his lack of trust and his surplus of desire. But his will doesn't really since they hurl him in the Slayers' direction. He flies through the air and lands nearby. The Slayers are confused. Dev and Lex hide behind a parked car. For reasons Leks can't understand, Dev takes off his shirt.
"You missed the dismount," Vi jokes. The vampire stands up and runs away. Vi runs after him and takes him down with a leaping right kick to the back. She picks him up, holds him arms back, and lets Rona stake him.
"Liars," he screams before disintegrating.
"And action," Devlin announces, playing director and star. The cameramen look in their view-finders and put the Slayers in focus. They realize there are others and start to look around. Dev sneaks up along the sidewalk, crouching low. There are no parked cars on the block where Vi and Rona stand, so he hides behind a mailbox. Meanwhile, Leks shows herself.
"Evening girls," she says as she walks forward. "Are you having fun tonight?"
"Yeah," Rona replies.
"And it looks like we're about to have more," Vi adds.
"Wrong," Leks responds before doing several flips towards the Slayers while Dev sneaks up behind them. She pulls up six feet in front of Vi. Right then, Dev blindsides Rona with a right cross, knocking her down. Vi turns and takes a swing, but Dev maneuvers behind her, pulls her right arm back and puts his left arm across her throat, just like Spike did when Buffy was training them as Potentials.
"You're dead," he says, echoing Spike. But things are different now, and Vi throws Devlin in front of her before he can bite. Rona tries to kick Dev while he's down, but Leks nails her in the chest with a leaping right kick while letting out a loud "high-ya!" Dev stands up and backs away from Vi.
"You hurt my arm," she deadpans.
"Sorry. Just meant to kill ya," he jokes back.