Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel belong to their copyright holders, I own nothing. The idea for the story belongs to Greaser Kid.

Timeline: Starting in season 2, will eventually go a lot further.

Pairings: Some Drusilla-Buffy/Spike and Buffy/Angel.

A/N: This first chapter is similar to some of the episode from the series, but keep reading, the changes will really start happening soon enough.

Drusilla danced. Slowly and methodically, she danced her way to her destination, stepping one foot forward and then pausing and swinging her arms as if someone else was there with her and they were slow dancing. In reality, no one else was there with her and the only things in her arms were the doll Miss Edith and a beautiful white dress.

Her eyes were closed. The songs were playing so loudly in her head and she could see the notes swirling and flying in front of her own eyes, changing colors and shapes and bringing a small smile upon her face. She could see the notes, and inside the notes she saw what was coming, what had to be done. The notes were leading her to her destination. Opening her eyes was not necessary because the notes would lead her to the beautiful bright light she saw, the soul that was so bright and colorful it was dark and evil.

It was the dead of night. The something new she saw, the new soul, was calling Drusilla. She would come, darling; she would come to the soul because she had the answer he was searching for. He just didn't know it yet.

"We're going, Miss Edith," Dru told the doll, her eyes still closed as she was nearing the destination. "We go then get your tea."

Suddenly the music, the swirling colors of notes, and her dancing stopped, replaced by darkness behind her eyelids. They'd arrived. She opened her eyes, seeing the generally small building in front of her, looking just as it had in her visions. Ethan's Costume Shop.

How simple, how ominous.

The lights inside Ethan's were off. Drusilla walked towards the doors. Thankfully they were unlocked and she opened them. There was a little bell sound signaling the walking in of a potential customer. She giggled at Miss Edith who wanted to play with the bell. She held the doll tightly and then looked around the costume shop. All the faces and masks seemed to stare at her, those bad, bad boys and girls. Near the back of the shop there was the faint flicker of candle light in a back room covered by a curtain.

The curtain made a swooshing sound as it opened and a pair of loud footsteps walked out. The lights in the shop appeared so suddenly, causing Dru to cover her eyes with the dress until they were ready to adjust.

"We're closed," Ethan said to her, coming forward, unable to see her face. He stopped a few feet in front of her.

She lowered the dress, revealing her face. Ethan Rayne was no idiot. He knew all about demonology and black magic, and he also knew about the most famous vampires and the Whirlwind gang that was previously filled with Angelus, Darla, Spike, and Drusilla. One of those vampires was standing right in front of him. He'd recognize Drusilla anywhere based off of many drawings he'd seen, despite the fact that they'd never met. He held up his hands in a way to say he was no threat, meanwhile trying to think of a way to escape.

"Look at the man," Drusilla spoke, "gleaming full of darkness. I see your insides."

"What do you want?" Ethan took a defensive approach to her.

"My, my, so rude to us, Miss Edith. And all I want is to help." She extended her arm with the dress in it. "I have a gift."

Ethan frowned, looked at the dress hanging off of her arm. It was long and white, very beautiful, clearly. Why was she giving it to him? Either way, it didn't matter. He didn't want to get Drusilla mad. He stepped forward, slowly, and took the dress from her arm. "It's-it's magnificent," he stuttered, unsure of what he should say.

"Give it to her."

"To who?" Ethan asked, looking up at her again.

"To her. She rises and falls with such power. She thinks she owns the night." She opened her hand, revealing a ruby necklace in her palm. "Connect with Janus and it will never end. She must wear this with the dress. It has special powers. Oh, shapes and forms and changes."

Ethan's eyes opened wide. How did she know about Janus, about his Halloween plan? He took the ruby necklace. It was a generally small blood red circle that was much heavier than it appeared. Just by grasping it he could feel the amount of power coming from it. Whatever it would do, he could feel that it did, indeed, need to be connected with the Janus statue. Perhaps it would prolong the affect of the spell he was planning, making it even more difficult to end. There was a large amount of possibilities. But holding it, he knew, just knew, that he had to use it. And it needed to be worn with the dress. Who would wear the dress, though? Who thought they owned the night?

The answer came to Ethan effortlessly, as if it was meant to come to him that way. She has extraordinary power and owns the night, according to Drusilla. Who else would it be other than the Vampire Slayer?

"So rude," Drusilla said, a small piece of music beginning to appear in her head again. She started rocking her head from side to side. "We don't even get a thank you, Miss Edith."

"Thank you," Ethan echoed. Dru turned and started walking towards the exit. The door swung shut behind her. Ethan watched her as she walked across the street and then disappeared from sight.

Hurriedly, he rushed to the back room where the Janus statue was in. He was doing preparations for Halloween, which was still two nights away. He laid the dress down carefully and brought the necklace over to a spell book he had and started frantically searching through it for something that looked like the necklace.

There! A picture in the spell book that looked exactly like the necklace. He skimmed the passage quickly, finding out that the necklace was something extraordinary. It had the power to not only make someone become someone else, but to literally change the person wearing it into a different person, appearance and everything. In order for it to work, though, it needed to be somehow connected to the Janus statue with a spell. Then they'd be in sync, nearly. Since they'd be connected, the spell that caused everyone to turn into their costumes wouldn't be able to end with just breaking the statue, either. There were many more complications. It was a genius plan.

Ethan Rayne silently thanked Drusilla for showing up and bringing him this revelation.

"That's not a costume," Buffy criticized as Xander pulled out a plastic gun. They were at a new costume shop with a bunch of kids searching for costumes since they'd "volunteered" to take some kids out trick or treating tomorrow night. Stupid Mr. Snyder, did he think he had all the power over them?

"I've got some fatigues from the Army surplus at home. Call me the two dollar costume king, baby!" He really looked excited about his costume. And there was Willow, standing by the side with her ghost costume, which really just looked like a sheet with a couple holes for eyes and such. Buffy was disappointed. Xander, along with any other guy, was never going to notice her if she kept hiding. That was when she became determined to dress Willow up in something completely amazing that would make Xander's jaw drop.

"Hey, Xander, about this morning. I'm really sorry-"

"Do you mind, Buffy? I'm trying to repress."

Buffy really didn't understand what the big deal was. So what she'd helped Xander out by saving him from a beating from Larry? He should be thanking her.

"I promise I'll let you get pummeled on from now on." Buffy said anyway.

She just happened to turn her head to the left…and that was when she saw it. All the voices around her seemed to fade out because there it was: the costume she wanted. Buffy moved to it. It was absolutely stunning. It was a white dress, spectacularly clean. It had small lucid sleeves and was long, would reach down to her feet. The whole dress looked kind of see-through, but then had solid white material behind it, giving a glossy illusion. Above the waist was a strap running across and behind.

It was a simple dress, no doubt, and yet somehow elegant. Buffy was so drawn to it and she couldn't explain why.

Look Buffy, you may be hot-stuff when it comes to demonology or whatever, but when it comes to dating—I'm the Slayer, Buffy thought of Cordelia's words earlier today when Buffy and Willow were in the ladies room looking at a drawing of a noblewoman, the kind of women Angel might have liked before. Well, this dress wasn't noblewoman at all, but it was still stunning; still stunning enough to catch Angel's attention so Cordelia wouldn't have to offer him anymore cappuccinos.

Unfortunately, it was probably also way out of her price range.

"Buffy?" Willow called; sounding like she'd called her name a thousand times before but still couldn't get Buffy's attention.

"Oh, sorry," she apologized. "It's just—this dress."

"It's amazing," Willow awed.

"Yeah," even Xander agreed. "It'd probably look really good on you, Buff." Willow shot him a look. "It'd look amazing on you too, Will."

"Please, allow me," a different voice joined the conversation. It was the costume shop owner, presumably Ethan, Buffy would guess. He took it off the mannequin and held it up to her. They looked in a mirror. "Wow. It suits you extremely well. It would be a crime for you not to buy it."

"I'm sorry," Buffy sighed wistfully. "It's probably way out of my price range."

"No, no, not at all. In fact, I feel quite…moved to make you any offer you want. Plus, this dress comes with its own special necklace." He held out a beautiful ruby necklace that made Buffy weak. It was beautiful, truly beautiful. Everything about the costume was magnificent. "The necklace is a free bonus."

"Well…" Buffy weighed the pros and cons back and forth. Oh, who was she kidding? There were no cons to getting this dress. "Okay," she gave in. She followed Ethan to the register.

"There's something off about that guy," Xander told Willow.

She playfully hit him with the ghost bag. "Oh, there's nothing off about him."

"Hey," Xander called as she began walking away, "that hurt!"

Not too long later, they left the costume shop, costumes in hand. Buffy was marveling over the dress and necklace. She could not wait until Angel saw it.

After a while of walking around, Xander went into his house, leaving just Buffy and Willow.

"So here's the deal," Buffy started, "come over tomorrow before we have to get to school to take the kids trick or treating. We'll create a costume that'll totally make you non-ghost-y."

"Are-are you sure?" Willow seemed nervous. "I already paid for this and it was only three bucks!" She held up her ghost costume. "I'd be a fool not to wear such a bargain."

"Just trust me, Will. It won't be permanent; it's just for one night. Xander will freak."

"Angel will too. When he sees you in that dress, I mean."

"Yeah, well, let's hope so."

Drusilla walked in the room. There he was, her darling, her sweet, sweet William. He'd been in this room doing the same thing all day. Watching that video. He was so caught up in the video that he didn't notice her enter.

He was like an obsessed child, watching that video of the Slayer slaying the vampire over and over again. He claimed he was studying her moves, figuring out how he could find a way to win in a fight. The video rewound again.

Spike finally noticed Dru as she walked in front of him. He took her in his arms, but at the same time never took his eyes off of the video.

Dru thought about Ethan, the costumes, the plan, the darkness that was inside of that dirty man. "Do you love my insides? The parts you can't see?" she asked.

"Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. That's why I have to study this Slayer. Once…"

Dru stopped listening. He was talking to her, but not paying attention. It was that video of the Slayer. She realized what was happening as it unfolded in front of her eyes, she'd realized it when they first arrived in Sunnydale, so many pictures and words flashing through her mind. Her William had a future in front of him, one that he would never expect. In love with the Slayer. Dru knew there was no denying it would happen. The pixies told her. But the Slayer would never truly love him (especially not when she would always be so hung up on Angel, forever and ever). But things were about to take dramatic turns.

The plan was already in motion. The Slayer had the dress. All that had to happen was Halloween. Halloween would come and bring the changes. Everything was working out for the best.

She knew what she had to do to make sure everything worked out perfectly. William wouldn't be happy with it at first, but he'd come around to it and accept his fate. And really, that was all Dru wanted for her William. For him to be happy.

"Dru? Are you listening?" Spike questioned.

"I was listening to the pixies," Dru stated, beginning to draw her fingernail against the skin on his arm, moving the sleeve of his jacket up.

"It's alright, love."

"You'll love me," Dru said.

"Always," Spike confirmed, kissing Dru's head, mistaking her words for a question. He had absolutely no idea about the white dress.