Los Angelos, Present Day:

Buffy glanced around the room. She was in what appeared to be a barn but there we're candles lit and couples we're dancing. In the middle of the room she saw a familiar couple dancing, Drusilla and Spike. The other people at the dance we're watching them as they moved slowly around the dance floor. Buffy heard whispers of how scandalous the dancing was. Like how closely they we're dancing and how low-cut Drusilla's dress was.

"Becky, are you going to ask him?" a voice whispered close to her ear. Buffy turned in that direction and saw a girl with brown hair smiling mischievously at her. Then she heard her own voice responding like she knew exactly what the girl was talking about.

"Of course," Buffy said, returning the other girl's smile before making her way quickly to Drusilla and taping he shoulder lightly. She could feel everyone in the room staring at her as Drusilla turned to look at her. She had the same evil smile on her face that Buffy had seen a thousand times before. She felt like turning around and walking away but for some reason she didn't.

"May I cut in?" Buffy said, flashing Spike a smile as Drusilla stepped out of the way.

Buffy's eyes flew open and she stared up at the ceiling in her bedroom. She was more confused than ever. She sat up in bed and glanced toward the window. It was still dark outside. She had no idea what she was going to do but she thought Willow might be able to help her so she climbed out of bed and made her way down to Willow's room. Buffy knocked on the door.

"Come in," Willow said, sleepily. Buffy walked into the room and walked over to the edge of the bed.

"Willow, I've been having some really weird dreams about Spike," Buffy said, "I was wandering if you could get online and try to find some information about someone for me." Willow sat up in bed and leaned her head back against the wall.

"Yeah, sure," Willow said, yawning, "I'll look it up first thing in the morning." Buffy nodded and thanked her friend before turning and walking back to her own room.

The next morning Buffy was sitting in a chair in the kitchen when Willow came into the room and sat her laptop down on the counter.

"I found something that might interest you," Willow said, smiling at Buffy. Buffy looked up at her curiously as Willow opened her laptop.

"It took me awhile but I just got the idea to try to find out things about Cecily's family," Willow said, "I remembered that you remembered someone calling you a maid." Buffy took a drink of the soda in front of her and nodded.

"Well, her family had another family working for them," Willow continued, "Cecily's maid's name was Bridgett." A confused expression came over Buffy's face.

"Why would I be having dreams about being Cecily's maid?" Buffy asked. Willow shook her head.

"I don't know," Willow said. Buffy sighed.

"What about Becky?" Buffy asked, "Does it say anything about a Becky?" Willow let her eyes skim over the page slowly before looking back up at Buffy.

"It doesn't say anything about anyone with that name," Willow said, "maybe you should talk to Giles about it."

South Georgia, 1910:

Becky let the handsome older man lead her out of the barn. He walked quickly around the corner of the barn and headed toward the back. Becky became a little nervous as she lost the moonlight that was now hidden behind some clouds.

Once they we're behind the barn Spike let go of the girl's hand and turned to face her. She seemed familiar to him but he couldn't figure out where he had seen her before. He gave her his flirtatious smile that he had mastered over the last thirty years as a vampire. The girl in front of him was a very pretty girl but she wasn't even close to being as beautiful as Drusilla was. Spike leaned down and kissed the girl gently.

The man's lips we're cold as ice when they touched Becky's but it was still a nice kiss and Becky hoped that it would last. She was sad and disappointed when he pulled his lips away from hers. She noticed that he had moved closer to her during the kiss and now he stood only inches away from her.

Spike pushed the girl's hair back over her shoulder and leaned down to sire her.

Chicago, Ill, 1953:

A blonde girl in a black poodle skirt and a red a sweater sat in the passenger seat of Johnny's brand new car. He had met her at a party a few nights before. He had been surprised when she had come up to talk to him. The cops had shown up though so he had left and didn't know where she had went. He was surprised when he heard from her and she told him that she wanted to go for a ride. Now they we're down an old dirt road where she had said she wanted to go. He had never met a girl that moved as fast as she did but he didn't mind as long as she didn't.

The girl slowly closed the distance between them and kissed him gently. He was surprised when he heard the passenger door open so he pushed the girl away. Her face looked different, horrifying but before he had the chance to see anything but terror in her face she turned to dust. Then all he saw was a girl about his age. She had red hair and it was pulled back into a ponytail. She gave him a small smile before turning and walking off into the night.

A few nights later a vampire walked into a abandoned warehouse and walked up to a bonde vampire who was laying on the floor.

"Spike, Becky is dead," the vampire said as he looked down at the vampire who was now staring up at him. The girl with the black hair that had her head leaning against his shoulder looked up at him. She pouted and looked up at Spike who had sat up beside her.

"I told you, William," Drusilla said, "that girl could never make it." Spike stood up and walked toward the door.

"The boy she was after?" Spike asked, "not seeing how the boy could have harmed Becky. Becky was a strong vampire."

"A slayer," the vampire who had arrived moments earlier said.