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Author's Chapter Notes:
In the first chapter, I do use some lines from the actual episode 'Halloween'. So I give all credit to Joss Whedon.
A/N: Some context taken from ‘Halloween’ BtVS 2x06




Fang Feast.


Chapter One.


“I can’t believe that Halloween is already a few days away.” Willow said as she, Buffy and Xander walked down the hallways of Sunnydale High School. “Last week it was like, ‘Oh! Halloween is coming’ and now it’s like, ‘Halloween!’” she said excitingly.

“Yes, that favorite time of year where you go door to door, getting free candy, then finishing it that night and getting a tummy ache.” Xander said. “I wonder if Mrs. Grundstrum is going to be handing out toothbrushes again.” He wondered.

“It’s so exciting! Seeing all those little girls dressed up as princesses, and boys in their power ranger uniforms.” She said in an awe tone of voice.

“Speaking of uniforms,” Buffy interjected. “What are you guys thinking about this year?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.” Xander admitted. “But I saw that new store called Ethan’s that looks pretty good. Want to check it out after school?” He asked.

“Sure!” Willow said.

Buffy nodded, and then they set off to their next classes, agreeing to meet at the library before heading out.

* * * * *

Buffy was scanning the racks of costumes for the right one, but not coming up with any. Her friends were off in other parts of the store looking for their costumes, probably having better luck than what she was. She was on a tight budget, so she couldn’t go all out. When she had first walked into the store, her eyes had immediately gone to the pink Victorian dress on the manikin in the corner of the store.

She had thought of getting something that would make her look like a girl from Angel’s past, but the minute she looked at the price tag, she immediately went looking somewhere else. Even if it was on sale, she wouldn’t be able to afford it. She sighed. She had no idea what she wanted.

The more racks she looked at, and the more time it took, the more depressed Buffy became. She had seen how her friends had went off into the store to search, and she had just stood at the door, not knowing where to start. So she had just picked a rack against the back wall to start. Once she had gone through every costume, she went to the next one, then the next one. Still nothing. Nothing jumped out at her and screamed ‘THIS ONE’. Most of the good ones had already been taken, leaving the absolutely ridiculous ones left.

It wasn’t long before Willow and Xander came up with their costumes in their hands.

“Find anything yet Buffy?” Xander asked. He had seen how Buffy had gone through rack after rack, not seeming to find the right one. He had seen the look she had when she saw the 18th century dress, but the minute she saw the tag, she sighed and walked away. When she wasn’t looking, he went to look at the price and gave a hysterical little laugh. The money to buy the dress could be used to pay for at least ten new Hawaiian shirts.

She sighed and looked down at the bag in Xander’s hand. “What did you get?” Maybe their costumes would help her chose hers. Yeah, right.

Xander smiled and pulls out a toy riffle. “I got fatigues from an Army surplus at home. Call me the Two-Dollar Costume King, baby!” He exclaimed, smiling at Willow. She smiled back.

“What about you Willow?” Buffy asks.

She shows them her ghost costume. Her friends give her ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ look. “What? It’s Halloween. Nothing shows the spirit of creepiness than a scary ghost.” She tried to argue.

“Yeah, it’s a time when you dress up like someone that’s not you. Casper isn’t going to work this year, Wills.” Buffy said. She grabs the ghost costume, hands it to Xander who puts it on a rack behind him.

“Hey!” Willow exclaims.

Buffy turns to the rack that she was looking at and starts looking. It wasn’t long before she found a witch outfit. She turns around and shows it to them. The picture shows that the dress came to the knee and the skirt was strips of black and green sparkly material. The top was close to a corset with a square neck line lined with a green trim. The sleeves were see-through and stopped at the elbow before fanning out like a medieval dress sleeves. But there was no hat.

“That’s more like it.” Xander agreed as he looked at it. It was for sure different than the lame sheet Willow had chosen for the last two years.

“No. It gives witches a bad name. Not all witches are bad you know.” Willow tried to argue, eying the outfit up and down.

“Okay, how about this.” Buffy said. “You buy this and the ghost uniform. Park of the night, you’re the ghost, the rest, you’re the witch. Just wear the witch costume underneath the sheet.” Buffy tried.

“But… but…”She looked at the faces of her friends. She huffed. “Fine.” She took the two costumes and slung them over her arm. “What have you decided?” she asked Buffy, changing the subject.

Buffy suddenly became depressed again. “I don’t know. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

Willow saw her opportunity. Since Buffy was making her wear the insulting garment, then she would chose something just like it for Buffy. And she had an idea already in her mind. “How about we,” she gestured between her and Xander, “pick out your costume since you picked out mine?” Now all she had to do was find it.

Buffy shrugged. “Sure, go ahead.” What else did she have to lose right?

They told her to wait there as they went to hunt for a costume. It wasn’t long before Willow called Xander over to look at something in a glass case near the cash register. The owner of the store walked over and started to talk to them. Willow pointed to something in the case and the owner said something else before getting the item out of the case. He set it in front of them and Xander started to argue with Willow.

Now Buffy was curious. What were they looking at?

Her two friends went back and forth in their little argument before Xander gave in. They waved their friend over and she walked over. “Have an open mind, Buffy.” Willow said.

At first Buffy didn’t know what she was looking out till she got a closer look. There in a black box was what her friends wanted to buy. “No.” She said strongly. “No way. There is no way you’re getting me to-“

“Think of it Buffy, it’s like an insult to all of them if you did this!” Willow started to argue. “Besides, if I’m going to wear this…” she indicated the witch costume. “Then you can stand these.”

“No. This would cause them to want to kill me even more than they already do.” Though she did like the idea that they were forming in her head. Oh, how a certain one would react… but then, there was the bad reaction of another.

“That’s what I said.” Xander said. “But then, I do agree it would be funny to see.” He leaned in closer. “A Slayer, dressed up as a-“

“No!” Buffy practically yelled. People around them stared at them.

“I let you talk me into the witch outfit. You are going to get these, whether you like it or not.” Willow said stubbornly. She made a face. “You see this?” She pointed to her face. “This is the resolve face.”

Buffy groaned. Now there was no way that she was going to be able to get out of this one. She took one last look at the box before groaning in defeat. Willow squealed in victory. Buffy glared at her friend. “I get to do you’re make up.” Her friend’s victory face fell into a look of horror. “I might even add a mole.”

With that, she snatched up the box and marched over to the registered and paid for her purchase. This was sure to be an interesting Halloween.

* * * * *

Later That Night

In a warehouse at the edge of town, Spike and a few minions were watching a video that a minion had taped of the Slayer fighting. Spike watched intently as he studied her moves for the third time. “Here it comes.” He said. “Rewind it. Let’s see that again.” The minion at the counsel did as he was instructed.

As the vampire rewinds the tape, Spike goes to another monitor. He chuckles. “She’s tricky. Baby likes to play.”

The scene where the Slayer stakes the vampire with the sign replays. Spike points to the screen. “You see that? The way she stakes him with the sign?” he asks rhetorically. “That’s called resourceful. Rewind it again.” He ordered.

As the vampire complied, Drusilla walked into the room from a door behind them. In her arms, she is holding her little china doll, Miss Edith. “Miss Edith needs her tea.” She said.

Spike looks up at his sire. “C’mere, poodle.” He held his hand out to her.

Dru complies. “Do you love my insides? The parts you can’t see?” she asks in a dreamy voice.

“Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.” He assured her. “That's why I've got to study this Slayer. Once I know her I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell. Get strong again.” Spike envisioned the two of them walking the town, setting things on fire, and eating their fill of this town till there was no one left. He could already taste the blood of the Slayer sliding down his throat, it made his demon want to come forth and the blood in his veins run south.

“Don't worry.” She says. “Every thing's switching. Outside to inside.” She leaned towards Spike and breathes Spike’s neck. She could sense the blood underneath the skin. The blood that her childe would all but willingly give her. “It makes her...” Dru stopped.

“What?” He forgot about the Slayer’s blood at the moment. “Did my pet have a vision?” He hoped it brought good news. He could do with some good news right now.

“Do you know what I miss?” Dru asked, off topic. “Leeches.”

“Come on, talk to Daddy.” He cooed. “What about the Slayer? When does it happen?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s Halloween.” Spike reasoned. “Nothing happens on Halloween.”

“Someone’s come to change it all. Someone new.” She closed her eyes as she got lost in the vision again.

“What happens to the Slayer pet? It’s it good for us?”

She hissed and jumped away from Spike and put her hands up to her head and pressed against her ears. “Bad!” she screeched. “Bad girl. Bad, bad bad! It’s all wrong!” She dropped to her knees, still holding her head.

Spike slid in front of his sire and put his hands on her. “Pet? What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”

“She mocks us. She makes us look like fools! Thinks she can walk in the night when she doesn’t know. Doesn’t know at all! She’ll ruin everything!” Dru groaned inhumanly. She looked up at Spike with an unreadable expression. “You have to stop her, Spike. Stop her before she can ruin everything!”

“Done, pet. It’s done.” He assured her.

“Most warn Daddy.” She mumbled again, looking down at the cement floor. “Make him stop sunshine!” She dropped her head down to lay it on Spike’s knee and she became silent.

Spike must warn Angel? Why would he do that? He hated the tosser, and if this was something that might hurt his grandsire, than he wasn’t about to stop it. Picking up his sire and her stupid doll, he carried her to their bed. He covered her with the blankets, dropping a kiss on her head before walking out of the room.

Dru opened her eyes when she heard the door shut. She stared off into space. “He must tell Daddy.” She said to herself.

‘Dru.’ Said a voice in her head.

“Miss Edith?” Dru asked, looking at the doll that Spike had placed beside her.

‘You must tell Daddy, Dru. Spike won’t, so you must tell Daddy, so sunshine can’t ruin things.’ The doll said.

Dru nodded. “Yes, Miss Edith. I must warn him.” She threw off the sheets, taking the doll in her arms and slipped out of the room through a different door to avoid anyone.

* * * * *

Angel was walking through the cemetery, heading home when he felt Dru was close by. He stopped and stretched out his senses, he didn’t feel Spike around. Why was Dru out on her own? Usually Spike was always right by her side. He frowned. “What are you doing out Dru?” He called out into the darkness.

Dru stepped out of the shadows slightly to his left. “I came to warn you, Daddy.” She said.

Angel looked at her. She was wearing a cream dress that fell down to the ground, and she was holding that stupid doll Spike gave her in her arms. “I don’t have time for this, Dru.” He turned around and started to head off in a different direction.

“It’s about your little girly.” She called, causing him to stop. She smiled and made her way towards him. When he turned around, she was standing toe to toe with him.

“What about Buffy.” He urged.

She ignored his question and ran her hand up his chest, groaning as she felt the familiar body that she so missed.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off of him. “What about Buffy, Dru. Tell me.”

She whimpered, but not from Angel’s grip. “I’ll tell what you want, if I get something in return.” She pressed her body up against his. Oh, how she missed her daddy. All the things that he used to do to her, and all the chaos that they had done together. Soon, she would free him from the bright light. Then they would all be a family again.

Angel was inpatient. “You better not be tricking me, Dru.” He warned through his teeth.

“No trick.” She said simply.

“What do you want.”

She looked up into his eyes. “Kiss me like you used to.”

Angel didn’t know what Dru had planned. But if she was tricking him, she would regret it. But he wouldn’t know what she had to tell him, unless he did as she wished. She chuckled mentally. He was sure that he remembered how she liked it.

Letting go of her wrist, he grabbed her around the waist roughly and pulled her tighter towards him. The doll dropped from her arms forgotten as she giggled as he was going to do as she wished. His other hand came up and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her harshly towards him and kissed her hard and painfully. Animal-like.

Ten long seconds later, Angel pulled away and stepped away from Dru. “Tell me.”

She picked up Miss Edith and smiled at him. “Someone knew came to change everything. Tomorrow. Sunshine will no longer be so… sunny.” She giggled at her word.

“Who? Who would do something on Halloween?” Angel urged.

She shook her head. “It’ll cost you.” She licked her lips in anticipation. “It’s what Daddy taught me.”

Angel growled. It wasn’t worth it. “Go back to Spike, Dru, we’re through here.” He slid by her and headed towards home.

“You’ll regret it, my Angel.” She called after him. “The pixies tell me that sunshine will come to me.” But he didn’t respond, he just kept walking. More to herself, she said. “And I shall enjoy it.”







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Chapter End Notes:
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