Hello people. So, this is my very first story, and I'm really nervous. If I do really well, or even really badly, please review. I'd love to know how it is.

I do not own ROtG, no matter how much I wish I did.

So, you know Santa, and Sandy, and Bunny. You know Tooth, and Pitch, and, of course, Jack Frost. Heck, you even know Manny! But one person I can guarantee you've never met is the spirit of Halloween.

You know the Nightmare Before Christmas, right? Well that was created because the director guy met me. I never even learned his name. Not to mention he was a really sexist person. Or he never knew I was a girl.

He's the only person that has ever seen me. Not even the Guardians know who I am, or how Halloween became a holiday. My dad was pretty mad about that. That I was more like them, not him. Well, you can't get everything in life, can you?

And now, I'm standing here, while my dad yells at me. Halloween is in two months, and he just doesn't understand what's it's like to be on a deadline.

And, as for me, my name is Eve Hollow. I'm 5 foot 9, with shoulder-length, uneven, black hair. I wear a black skirt that ends right before my knees, and a pair of orange-and-black-striped-knee-length socks. My shirt is a black, long sleeved button up blouse.

My dad was shouting, so loudly that I couldn't hear anything. I finally got his attention long enough to shut him up.

"Dad, I have to go. I actually have stuff to do."

He glared at me.

"I don't have enough time to listen to you rant. I'm sorry that I'm not everything you had ever hoped for, but the Man in the Moon gave me a specific job. So. sorry."

He was scowling as well as glaring now. "Do you have to bring him into everything?"

"Yes because if I didn't I wouldn't ever get anything done. Now excuse me, but I have a friend waiting for me." I didn't even wait for him to reply before taking off.

Unlike the other holiday spirits, as I've come to call them, I can't fly. Instead I run at speed that you can't see. And I'm really good at sneaking around, and not being seen. Figures, huh?

Ahead of me I see a figure. When I get closer he grins. Today the well known Grim Reaper is not wearing the traditional black robe and scythe, but instead a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

You know you have a messed up life when your best, and consequently only, friend if Death, and you dad is Pitch Black.

Surprised?

Well, that is the first part of, hopefully, many. Let me know if you liked it. I'd love feed back.