"You bitch!" Drusilla screamed as she kicked me in the stomach.

I quickly stood back up in fighting stance.

"My Spikey only loves me, not you!" She screamed as she kicked me again.

"Awww has your poor dearest still been asking for me." I laughed as I kicked Drusilla but she caught my foot snapping it.

I screamed out in pain. As I collapsed to the ground.

"Tell me how do you know Spike." Drusilla asked as she stepped on my ankle. "He would never associate himself with a Slayer, did you have a witch put an enchantment on him."

"Just because you're precious Spike doesn't find you appealing anymore doesn't mean it's my fault." I laughed tears streaming down my face.

"NO!" Drusilla screamed as grabbed me by the neck. "First I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to kill your father. You will be my first slayer that I have killed." She laughed as she bit me.

I screamed out in pain and I felt my consciousness fading.

Drusilla suddenly screamed and she dropped me.

I looked up and saw my father with the cross bow again and Drusilla had an arrow in her chest.

She pulled out the arrow before she grabbed me again.

"Don't tell your precious daddy that I can get into your home. If you do, I'll snap his neck." She said and then she was gone.

"Katherine!" My father exclaimed as he ran over to me. Just as he reached me it started to rain.

"Daddy," I gasped.

"Are you ok, where does it hurt?" My father asked.

"My ankle," I whined as my father picked me up in his arms.

"Let's get you inside." We quickly rushed inside my father setting me down on the couch as he wrapped me up in the blanket.

"What happened? How did Drusilla get you?" My father asked as he ran into the kitchen grabbing some gauze and some ice.

"I had another nightmare," I lied. "So I went to go get some fresh air when Drusilla attacked me."

"What did she want with you, please Katherine, you have to tell me."

I sighed, finally giving in.

"At the church, when we went to rescue Angel. Spike, he… he knew my name. He said my name. Not only that but I've been having dreams about him. And then earlier when we were patrolling, Drusilla attacked asking me why Spike had been asking for me. And then tonight, she accused me of somehow bewitching Spike."

"Spike knew you?" My father looked at me concerned as he placed the bandages on my neck and the ice on my ankle. "Well, I mean he was in England before…"

"No dad, I have never seen him before, trust me I would have remembered." I said as I winced.

"Katherine."

"That's why I have been researching Spike and Drusilla, I have been trying to figure out how he knows me but there's nothing."

"Have you just been using the books from here?" My father asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Well then, tomorrow, we will head over to the school and look at some of my other volumes. But you really do need your sleep."

"Dad, I can't sleep, I have too many things on my mind and the nightmares…" I started.

"Alright, then why don't we keep researching." My father said as he picked up books.

"No dad, you can go to bed." I insisted as I started to sit up but everything hurt and I groaned.

"Nope, I'm not leaving you alone, Drusilla could come back."

"She can't get in, so I'll be fine." I lied.

"Well knowing you if she knocked on the door you would go fight her. Or you would trip on the way to the door." He smiled causing me to laugh.

"Hey that's not very nice." I said as I hit him.

"Alright now let's get to reading." My father said as he handed me a book.

"I've looked through most of these, there is nothing." I said.

"Well let's look again, there might have been something you missed."

I nodded as I took a book. My father sat on the ground in front of me. We searched through book after book but we didn't find anything.

"There is nothing on his life before he was a vampire." I stated.

"Why would we need that, he was born in 1853, there's no way you could have met him then." My father said.

"Yeah, right." I said but I wasn't so sure.

"Plus there is no records of Spike before he was a vampire, or at least none than I know." Suddenly my father looked at the clock. "Dear lord," My father said. "It's already 10. How are you feeling."

I quickly ripped off the bandages on my neck reveling no bite marks anymore.

"All better," I said however as I went to stand up my leg buckled out from under me and pain shot through my leg. Luckily my father caught me.

"Alright be careful now, just because you are the slayer doesn't mean you can heal that fast. You'll be limping for a few days I imagine." He said as he helped me stand up and I winced. "Do you think you can walk upstairs to get changed?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I said as I limped towards the stairs.

"Do you want breakfast before we head out." My father asked.

"Some toast would be nice," I responded as I made my painfully slow way up the stairs.

Finally, I reached my dad's room and I changed into a sundress and some flip-flops as I headed downstairs.

Before I even had gotten halfway down, my father was by my side helping me down as he handed me a piece of toast.

"Thank you," I mumbled as I took a bite.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Yep." I said and we made our way out to his car.

We reached the school in a matter of moments and then my father helped me into the library.

"Alright, all grab the books that I have and look through those, do you want to go back in the stacks and look and see if there are any I missed." He asked.

I nodded as I slowly made my way back to the stacks. As a child I had always loved reading and going to the library with my father. I remembered how he used to lift me up on his shoulders so I could reach the books on the higher shelves. I limbed my way from stack to stack, searching for any books involving vampires. I found a few, but they were all about Angel. They were filled with horror stories of the things Angel, I mean Angelus, would do to his victims. I quickly through those books to the ground.

I didn't want to read anything about Angelus, I was trying to keep an open mind about Angel, for Buffy's sake. And if my father trusted him, I knew that needed to as well.

Finally, after about an hour of searching I found something interesting. It was a book on Spike, however it included poems by someone named William Pratt. I read through them. They were beautiful poems, about love and loss. I couldn't stop reading them, but I didn't understand why they were included in a book about Spike. Underneath the poetry however it was captioned saying that they were poems by the poet William the Bloody, nicknamed that way because his poems were so bloody awful. Suddenly it hit me.

I quickly got up, grabbing onto the stacks to stabilize myself before I limbed to my dad.

"Do we know anything about William Pratt?" I asked.

"Who?" My father asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"William Pratt, I'm pretty sure that is Spike's real name," I replied.

"What makes you say that?"

"Look," I said as I leaned over the railing handing him the book.

"Hmmm, yes I would assume that is him, why don't you read through that book and I'll start looking up William Pratt, it's very unlikely that anyone would know anything about him before he was turned."

"Alright," I said as he handed me the book back and I went back to the stacks. As I read I began to find out things that other books didn't even mention. First of all, Drusilla was the one to turn Spike, or I mean, William, into a vampire. "That's why he is in love with her," I thought. "He's sired to her." Then I read about Spike's mother, she was sick, so when Spike got turned into a vampire, he thought he could help his mother by turning her into a vampire. But it ended badly, and Spike had to eventually kill her. The more I read the more attached I began to get to Spike. Also I began to get really sleepy. After another hour of reading, I could barely keep my eyes open, so I decided to just lay my head down for just am moment.