Malasha shakes her head.  "Very sad.  Your Sire should be beaten for his shameful neglect of you all, William.  If your brother still lived, I'm sure he'd agree with you."<br/><br/>Spike stops still, looking at Malasha.  "What do you mean, if he still lived?  Penn's dead?"<br/><br/>Malasha's face assumes a sad expression.  "Ah, my boy, you didn't hear?  Killed here in the City of Angels, almost three years past.  Word is that the Angel himself held him while a human staked him.  Your sister came through as well, and left again.  He tried to burn her, but she escaped."<br/><br/>Spike's face slides into full gameface, and his expression is a mix of fury and horror.  The sound that comes from him is inhuman, chilling, and infinitely sad all at once, like a whole pack of wolves howling forlornly at the moon.