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Happy Halloween Everyone! Too busy packing for a move to do much but here's a few, all PG-13, and as always, all characters belong to Mr. Whedon

Spike/Dru – Pre-Sunnydale “Trick or treat,” the little ghost said, holing her plastic jack o’lantern out. Drusilla smile, beckoning for the ghost and her pirate companion into the house. She waved wrapped candy appeals at them as an enticement. “Aren’t you sweet enough to eat?” Dru swept up the pirate first, sinking her teeth into him. The ghost screamed and ran for the door. Dru caught her and drank her down. She opened the door to see Spike smirking at her, the children’s mother dead in his arms. ”Great plan, luv. Let’s put ‘em out back and get ready for some more.”

Gunn/Alonna Pre-Angel Gunn watched Alonna dancing at the YMCA teen Halloween costume party. She was dressed up as a nurse and had made him go as a doctor. He loved seeing her have so much fun. It was a safe place to for the older kids to have fun and do a little trick or treating with the treats supplied by the community. Charles wanted Alonna to have something normal and safe in her life. They had fallen through the foster system cracks yet again but he would look out for her always. He’d give her the best childhood he could.

Connor/Cordy S4 Connor stiffened as a pack of little demons crossed his path. Cordelia put a hand on his chest stopping him from lunging. “Why did you stop me?” “Not real demons, kiddo. It’s Halloween,” she replied. His brow wrinkled. “What?” “You dress up and go around begging candy.” Cordelia looked a bit dreamy. “I think I used to like this holiday. I wish I could remember.” “So why didn’t we do this? I like candy.” She patted his arm. “Sorry, Connor. Once you get our age, begging for candy is out.” He scowled. “Not fair. I missed out on everything fun.”

Dawn – Post-Chosen Dawn stared at the bag of candy as the local elementary school paraded through her dormitory. She remembered loving trick or treating but she knew it wasn’t real. She had never actually done it. Tears welled up, not for the life she never really lived, nor for the fact that Sunnydale was a hole in the Californian desert now. She cried of the Halloweens she had really participated in. She had helped invite vampires into that poor old strange man’s home. He had wanted nothing more than to show them a nice holiday. Because of her he died.

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