Sunnydale High was sprawling with little kids. Snyder had told Buffy her costume was too risqué to be around the kids.

"You can leave, change, and come back, or just not come back at all," he said sternly.

"Fine by me," she said as she walked away. She told her friends what was said and told them she'd meet them at the Bronze later, but she was headed home now. She gave them a sympathetic smile and said good bye.

…..

Spike watched the Slayer from the shadows. That bint is a piece of work, he thought as he watched her walk from the school. A delicious lookin' one too. He became increasingly grateful Dru couldn't really read his mind and incredibly thankful she wasn't with him. He hopped back into the man-hole that was close to his hiding spot. He was incredibly anxious about what Dru had told him. "Someone's come to change the game," she had repeated multiple times the previous night. He looked at his watch. Only an hour and a half until sunset, then he and his 'friends' would have themselves a wondrous night.

…..

Angel knew Spike was in town. He tried to warn Drusilla that they should leave, but he knew his childe and grandchilde too well. They were a stubborn pair. He knew they were after Buffy. That bothered him greatly. His feelings for the girl had become stronger over the past few months.
At first, he only wanted to protect her. Whistler had shown him who she was, telling him thoroughly that she needed protection.

Angel tried to keep himself at a distance, but something about the girl drew him in. Although he felt something for her, he couldn't help but ponder on the fact that he was 224 years older than her. "She's just a child," he kept reminding himself. Another part of him kept telling him she wasn't a child. She would have been married with kids in 1775. "But this isn't 1775. It's 1997. She's considered a child here!" he yelled to himself.

He was supposed to meet her at her house this evening, and her mom was going out town. It made him uncomfortable that she was sneaking him into her home, but it was even worse knowing that he wanted to be there. He wanted so much of her and felt selfish for it. "I need to leave," he said to himself, "and soon. I'm only going to hurt her." His decision was final. Tonight, he would leave Sunnydale.

…..

"Spike," Drusilla whined. "You're head's all fuzzy. Miss Edith doesn't like it. The stars don't like it. Can you see them? Twinklin' in the sky?"

"That's the ceilin', pet. And the sun's still up. Why is m'head all fuzzy?"

"It's all filled up. With her. With the Slayer."

"Jus' tryin' to figure out how to kill her, luv," he said as he watched the video one of his minions filmed for the millionth time. He loved watching her move, watching her fight. His mind began going elsewhere before Drusilla caught his attention again. She kissed his cheek, trying to bring his mind back to her. "Don't worry, pet. I'll kill her. And we'll dance on her grave!" he said as he picked her up and spun her around. He kissed her chastely on her lips and led her to their bed. "Now pet, get some sleep. You'll need your strength." And with that, Drusilla closed her eyes. Spike laid beside her until he knew she was asleep. He felt something pulling him to another part of town, and it only increased as the sun set.

…..

Buffy was exuberant. She couldn't help but be excited about not having to put up with the little kids. She didn't have any problems with them, but she didn't want to be bound to them. Now that she was all dressed up, she knew there was only one place to be. She bounced into the Bronze, even though it was still a few minutes before Willow and Xander would be there. She had spent her time at home fixing herself up more. She knew she was sexy, but there was something missing. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed the corset wasn't just right. She removed it and found a pair of scissors. She cut the shoulder straps it had and put it back on. "Perfect." The corset did its job. It made her boobs look fabulous, which is exactly what she was trying to accomplish. She didn't care if Angel liked what he saw or not. She actually had another vampire in mind, one that knew what he wanted and did what he wanted to get it.

She looked around the club and made her way to her gang's favorite table. There were various people in costumes. Most of them were from school, people Snyder didn't get to sign up. She felt eyes on her, and they had every right to be.

But there was a feeling she got sitting at the lonesome table. The hairs on her neck and arms stood up. Vampire! her instincts screamed. She casually looked around but didn't notice anyone out of order, but it was Halloween. She looked behind her and saw him, the one she had been wanting to see. Spike.
"Well, if you wanted to kill me, you would've done it by now, right?" she said to him, just loud enough for him to hear.
"Got that right, pet," he replied as he walked closer to her.

"What do you want then?" she said, not looking at him.
"Jus' observin'." He sat in front of her, finally taking in the glorious view of her. The way she had arranged her makeup made her eyes pop with fervor. The corset made her breasts look spectacular. With everything he saw, he had trouble keeping surprise off his face.

"See anything you like?" she flirted, poising herself so he could get a better view. This wasn't something she normally did, but something came over her quickly. She felt nauseated. She didn't even hear Spike's response. Her head spun and the last thing she remembered was everything going black.