Meanwhile, Kathlin woke up in a strange bed. For a minute, she thought that she was still dreaming, but then the details of the night came rushing back to her. She fell back against the soft pillows, when she heard music.
"Music?” she thought, confused. She moved aside the pile of blankets and climbed out of the bed. Looking down, she noticed that she was wearing a dress.
"Where are my clothes?” she wondered as she felt the lovely dress. It was made of black silk. She looked into the mirror across from her and was shocked by what she saw. Her hair was done up in an intricate French twist and the dress complimented both it and her necklace, which gleamed softly. Again she heard the music and followed it out of the room. Ahead of her was Spike, playing beautiful music on a black piano. He was so absorbed in it that he didn’t hear her approach. She sat down on a black couch beside the piano and listened to the sounds that came out of the instrument. They were both happy and tearful, evoking a strange emotion in her- wonder. She was so caught up in the song that she didn’t notice that he’d finished the song until he turned to her.
"Not bad playing for a monster?” he gave a half smile. He rose to stand, but Kathlin was on her feet immediately, electric and wary. She stepped back as he stood up and walked away from her. Curious, she followed slowly.
"Why am I here?” she asked, “And where’s Drusilla?”. She remembered what Buffy had said.
"Alas, my poor Dru just wasted away one night. I guess the strain of life was too much for her after 150 years. Do you know how tiring it is being around someone who is insane? It begins to wear you down after awhile, you start going crazy too. But she and I were close, and her death hurt deeper than I’d thought it would.” Kathlin was shocked to hear this.
"Is that why you dressed me up in her clothes? So you could look at me and remember her? Is that why I’m here?” she became more and more angry and stormed up to him, because of his disregard, even towards her. He looked at her, smiled, and stepped back around her, so he was behind her. In front of her was a mirror. Kathlin looked into it and only saw herself; that was extremely creepy. But she could feel him behind her and he whispered into her ear, “Don’t you see how beautiful you are when you’re angry?” Suppressing the urge to kick backwards, she stepped smoothly away, but Spike caught her wrist and gently pulled her back to him. The movement was so familiar, that Kathlin’s breath caught. Somewhere, music started. It was the same slow song that she’d danced to at the Bronze. The realization hit her.
"That was you at the Bronze; the one wearing all black.” He nodded.
"Why didn’t you talk or anything?” He sheepishly smiled.
"I didn’t want the Slayer to know who I was, but I had to see you again.” Kathlin shook her head, confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"Do you remember when you were young and you got that necklace?” He gently touched it. “I remember a blond man…you?!” He nodded again.
"Then who was the brown-haired man?” Kathlin was feeling less and less confused, now that someone could clear up her questions.
"Your mother never told you?” he asked. She shook her head.
"Well, this is going to come as a shock to you, but that man’s name was Anthony. He was your father.” Her eyes went wide.
"No way."
"It’s true. And,” he took a deep breath, “he was a vampire.” She raised one eyebrow and looked at him hard to see if this was some really bad joke, but he wasn’t lying.
"You’re saying that I’m a vampire?” she asked in total disbelief.
"Come sit down here, I’ll explain everything.”
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