Me: Hey there! New story time! I know, I know. I bet you're all wondering why I keep writing so much. Well, I just have way too many ideas floating around in my head. That's just how it is. *shrugs* Oh, well. This story was partly influenced by this mass multitude of online quizzes I took. I hope you all like it! Please R & R! Thanks!
Being a spirit is tough. Especially if you don't know a whole lot about yourself. This is something that the young spirit of Halloween knows all too well. Flitting from shadow to shadow the white and black haired girl sighed. Even after just over one hundred years she still barely knew herself. It so did not help that the Moon refused to tell her anything. Sure he was always there, but when she went to talk to him he was silent. It was really annoying. She had only ever gotten one thing out of him. He told her that her name was Alariana Darkomir Hallows and that she was the Spirit of Halloween. That was when she woke up out of the shadows in an alley. It was a little disconcerting that after a century he still refused to talk to her. Most nights she was tempted to scream at the moon but always reminded herself that it wouldn't help. She settled for glaring at it for a few moments before going back to her work. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that one of her ghouls was late in returning.
"Where is that stupid ghoul? He should have been back by now..." Alariana sighed leaping up to land lightly on a power line.
It was Halloween night and Alariana had sent her minions out to spread Halloween cheer. She had given them all little bag of treats to give out to the people they scared. After all, it was her job to maintain the balance of "trick" and "treat". She always made sure to reward the people she played tricks on, especially if they deserved it. The young spirit was pulled from her musings by a ghostly moan. Turning she saw the ghoul she had sent to her tower standing there. The things pale body had an almost ghostly look to it but she knew that if she touched it her hand would nit phase through.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you!" she said propping her hands on her hips and sticking her chin out.
The ghoul moaned again and held out a skeletal hand. Leaning forward her golden eyes widened slightly; inside the ghouls bony fingers was a small, black box. It looked almost like it was made of sand. Holding out her own hand Alariana waited for the fingers to loosen. It took a few moments but it finally happened. The box fell from the pale hand in to her tanned one. Her other hand waved the ghoul off as she looked at the box; it was a simple thing, only big enough to hold a small object. Opening the box Alariana's eye widened slightly. Inside the box was an earring. It was a chained cuff earring with two small, strange looking horses at the post and the cuff. Two delicate looking chains connected the two pieces. One was longer than the other, giving the pice a layered look.
With a small smile she reached up with one hand and pulled a section of her white and black hair behind her right ear. Slipping her scythe under one arm she took the earring and fastened it to her ear. Smiling softly Alariana could only imagine what she looked like with it on. Shaking her head the young spirit took her scythe she pushed off the power line and into the air. Swinging the black weapon through the air she sat down on the shaft, letting the wind catch her easily. The South Wind whispered around her. He was constantly threatening to drop her but never did. Briefly she wondered if it was due to fear of her powers but then she dismissed the thought quickly.
As she glided through the air she watched children run from house to house, collecting candy. Waving a hand she let a small amount of her black magic drift down to form into different creatures of fear. Children's screams filled the air as the took off, running from her monster. A small smile split her face as she dropped several bags of candy into their little bags and sacks. Tonight they would get the extra special treats that were only given to kids she scared personally. Lucky little devils.
"Looks like we'd better head out..." she mumbled to herself.
Lifting her head she let out a mournful howl, a call to all the creatures of the night that it was time to pack it in. More howls echoed through the night a the werewolves took up the call. As Alariana let out another howl she saw a dark form slide down the street. She ignored it and continued calling her minions back to the safety of the darkness. Pulling more of the South Wind to her Alariana glided on, leading her minions away from the small town. The only one to watch them go was Pitch Black, standing alone in the shadows.