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: Sorry this update took so long. They shouldn't usually be this far between.

The next day, it was Halloween. By the time Willow came over, Buffy's mom had already left. Willow was clutching the ghost costume in her hands nervously, obviously still contemplating letting Buffy dress her up. They hurried up to Buffy's room and Buffy started rummaging through her closet, looking for something she could dress Willow in.

Buffy held up one of the most risqué things Willow had ever seen. It was a red top, cut extremely low, with long sleeves. If worn, surely Willow's stomach would be exposed. She certainly, certainly wasn't comfortable with that.

"Oh, I-I don't know," Willow stared.

"Will, come on," Buffy urged. "Maybe it's not ideal, but it's Halloween. No one will care." She reached back into her closet and pulled out a black skirt. "I think this will match, no?"

"I can't believe your mom would ever buy something like this for you," Willow said, taking the top in her hand. She knew Joyce, and she knew Joyce wouldn't approve of Buffy wearing something like this.

"Actually, I bought it a long time ago. I never wore it, though. Now, I'm thinking we put your hair up. Maybe it some kind of, like, extremely messy bun?"

Willow sighed, accepting defeat. Buffy wasn't going to give up on this. So, she sat down while Buffy put her hair up. When she was done, Buffy gave her the clothes and suggested they get changed. They had to be at the school soon. Willow went in the bathroom while Buffy stayed in her room.

She pulled out the white dress she'd picked up at the store before. Oh, it really was beautiful, and Buffy couldn't wait to wear it. Above all, she couldn't wait until Angel saw it. His jaw would drop, she imagined. That way, whenever she was late to another date or not looking her best and Cordelia decided to swoop in like some kind of maniacal man-hunter, all Angel had to do was picture Buffy in this dress and he'd forget about everything else.

Okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch, but that was what Buffy was hoping for.

It didn't take long for her to get into the dress. She had curled her hair a bit earlier, and she liked how it looked. The dress fit Buffy perfectly; definitely showed off her figure. The dress almost appeared shiny due to the sheerness and then solid white material. She put on the ruby necklace that came with the dress, and that truly was the icing on top of the cake. The necklace and the dress didn't overlap—the necklace was held against the bare part of Buffy's chest.

Buffy was still looking at herself in the mirror when Willow came back in. She was messing with her hands nervously as Buffy looked her up and down.

"Willow! You're a dish!"

Willow didn't feel like a dish. She felt exposed, and that wasn't a good feeling. In the mirror, she practically didn't recognize herself. She tried to cover her exposed stomach. Gosh, she couldn't do this.

"This just isn't me," Willow tried to tell Buffy.

"That's the point! Willow, just trust me. You look amazing. I cannot wait to see the boys go all non-verbal when they see you."

Willow looked at Buffy. "You look great too. B-better than great. That dress…"

"You think Angel will be impressed?"

Before Willow could answer, the doorbell rang. "That's Xander," Buffy said. She hurried downstairs, leaving Willow alone in the room, looking at herself in the mirror yet again. This wasn't going to work, no matter what Buffy said. She stepped over to the ghost costume she had.

Downstairs, Buffy and Xander complimented each other's costumes. Xander looked good in his army uniform. They heard Willow coming down and Buffy got excited—she was feeling good that because of her she could help Willow finally get somewhere with Xander.

But then her excited feeling slightly deflated when Willow walked down with her ghost costume that said "BOO!" in large letters.

Buffy started to feel guilty. Clearly, Willow wasn't comfortable with the other costume, and as Willow's best friend, Buffy had almost forced her to be uncomfortable all night. Well, it was useless now. They had to get going to the school.

Spike was watching the video again. Of course he was. Dru couldn't seem to pull him away from watching the Slayer. With it being Halloween, Spike thought there was no point in going out, so he'd study the Slayer's fight tactics some more. Something large was happening tonight, though, even if he didn't know about it. Dru knew what was happening, though. She knew the plan. By the end of tonight, things would be different for her dear William.

Everything would be better off this way. Spike would get what he truly wanted deep inside, and the Slayer would be gone.

The only problem with the plan was that, at a certain point, there'd be two Drusilla's. And Dru, oh, she knew there couldn't be two of her, because the pixies told her that that would confuse poor Spike. There could only be one Drusilla—and the plan for the second Drusilla was already in motion, and with the ruby necklace that would make the transformation permanent when connected with the Janus statue, there was no going back.

Dru could be here no longer. Spike loved her, but in the future he'd love the Slayer more. By mixing the two, Spike would be getting the greatest gift imaginable.

In order for the other necessary part of the plan to be done, Spike couldn't be here when the spell started. But he wasn't going to go out on Halloween, not unless he knew of the craziness that would occur.

She found him watching the video of Buffy.

"My William," she spoke slowly, but not deliberately. The words, they often seemed to rush out of her mouth without her thinking of what she wanted to stay. That was an after affect of what Daddy did to her, she supposed. "Everything is changing."

Spike turned off the video and went over to Drusilla.

"What do you mean, love?"

"Tonight the monsters become real. The little monsters come to life in the darkness."

Spike frowned. "Tonight? You must be mistaken, love. Nothin' happens on Halloween."

"This time things are different. The Slayer…she's the one."

A grin splashed on Spike's face. "Somethin' is happenin' to the Slayer tonight?"

"So much change," Dru shuddered.

"Dru, this is bloody fantastic. Go get some rest, love. I can handle everything else from here."

Then, he went and began gathering some men. Night would fall soon, and when it did they would rise, searching for the Slayer, because Dru had said that things were changing.

Humming to herself, Dru began making her way to her room. Everything was working, just as she knew it had to be. Everything was coming together, because this was how it was meant to turn out.

In her room, Drusilla grabbed a stake she had lying around.

"Close your eyes, Miss Edith," Dru told the doll who was sitting up, her eyes staring at Dru as if she really were alive. "Don't worry. I'll be back before dawn."

At the school, everything was happening as normal. Buffy, Willow, and Xander were separated with their own group of kids. Cordelia had her cat costume which was not bought at Ethan's, and she went over and talked to Oz about Devon not showing up for their date.

When it was time, they went out to go trick or treating.

The night started out slow. It was normal trick or treating, and Buffy actually found herself kind of enjoying it. She couldn't remember the last time she had been out at night and hadn't had to fight any vampires or other demons. It was a good night, and enjoyable, and it'd be even better when she got to see Angel later.

Over at Ethan's, Ethan was just about completing the spell. The ruby necklace and the Janus statue had already been connected previous to Buffy's purchase, so all Ethan had to do was activate the effect and the plan would actually happen. It was quite exciting. And yet, it was also quite fearful. That vampire, Drusilla, she was crazy, Ethan knew. So for her to have an exact plan for Buffy, Ethan was extraordinarily shocked and curious to what that plan was. What possible plan could cause an insane vampire to become so cunning? Certainly it wasn't for the greater good. He'd already made the commitment to go through with the plan, though, so there was no turning back.

Just as Ethan began to start the turning of that night, Spike and his gang left and went out to go find the Slayer. According to Dru, something was happening to the Slayer tonight, and Spike wasn't going to miss a single opportunity he could take.

Once Spike left, and Dru knew for sure he was gone, she could feel the transformations start to occur. Not inside of her, but of the people of Sunnydale. It was happening. And she was still here, still grasping the stake in her hands. Slowly but surely, she struck the stake in to her own chest. But it was okay. Because as the un-life was fading out of her, she got an onslaught of visions. Visions of herself—Dru and Spike—and they were ruling and they were happy. Even though Dru wouldn't be around to see it, she would still rise to great strength and darkness. Drusilla's name, even if the real one were dead, would still rise to accomplish great terrors.

Then, as she crumbled to dust, everyone who had bought a costume at Ethan's began to change.

The old woman ran out of candy. Normally, Willow wouldn't have thought it that big a deal. Apparently, the kids thought otherwise.

But then, as the kid grabbed the woman's neck, Willow saw that the kid was no longer a kid. No, he was a monster, a sick, disgusting, horrible monster, and so were all the other kids. They'd all just suddenly changed. Screams rose from across the street. It wasn't just Willow's group. Kids all over were becoming monsters. What in the world was-

Suddenly Willow was falling to the ground, feeling something wrong. Her heart was slowing and slowing and…

And then it was beating again. The monster-kids had all run off. Willow stood up, knowing she had to go find Buffy immediately.

As she stood up, she realized she was no longer comforted in her ghost costume. The ghost costume was gone and all that was left was her in the costume Buffy had put together for her.

Wait a minute. Costumes.

"Oh my God," she whispered to herself. "I'm really a ghost."

To test her theory, she tried to stick her hand through the wall…and it went right through. She took a shaky, unnecessary breath. This couldn't be happening. No, no, no, why couldn't anything go right in Sunnydale?

The sound of an automatic rifle going off rang in her ears.

If everyone was becoming their costumes then the gun could only mean a limited amount of people. Xander!

Right before the transformations had occurred, the ruby necklace Buffy was wearing began glowing. Concerned, she began to try to take it off, but it was as if the necklace was glued to her body. Buffy started panicking and everything went dark.

She came to when there was a bunch of screams and the sound of a gun going off. Her eyes snapped open and she saw plenty of monsters running around the streets, attacking any other civilians they could find. Gosh, where had they all come from? Oh well, Buffy needed to do something, and do it now!

She jumped up on her feet, but something was wrong. She didn't feel…right. As odd as it was, Buffy felt…taller.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw something black. She reached back and grabbed at her hair. Wh…what? Where was her golden blond hair? When had it turned black? And in her vision she could see her hands and—ew—those were not her nails.

Buffy looked down at the necklace. It was no longer glowing. She tried to pull it off, but, again, it wouldn't come off.

She placed her hands against her chest, trying to rip the necklace off. And she felt the absentness, the silence. God, how hadn't she noticed it before? She had no heartbeat.

"Who am I?" Buffy whispered, tears forming in the eyes that she could see out of but knew were no longer truly her own.