Willow and Angel were almost at the high school. They hadn't said much the entire walk, even though it was took almost twenty minutes. "So," Willow began, "what did you and Buffy talk about?" She was hoping this would be a neutral subject, something easy they could talk about.

"I told her I was leaving tonight."

"What? You're leaving? Why?"

"She doesn't need me anymore," he said blatantly. "She's got… nevermind."

"You can talk to me, Angel. She's my friend, but so are you. Why are you leaving?"

He hesitated before he answered. "She doesn't need my protection. And my staying here will only hurt her. So I'm leaving before I can do any damage. I hear there's some trouble in L.A. Guess I'll head there." They opened the doors to the school and made their way to the library.

"This place is so creepy at night," she said. "And it doesn't help that at the moment there's a vampire and ghost in here. If someone knew as much as we do about stuff, they wouldn't leave their home."

"There are people like that," he said. They reached the doors to find Giles filing away at the library's card index. "Giles, there's trouble."

"Oh, good lord," Giles said as he wiped his glasses with the tail of his shirt. "What is it now?" He put his glasses back on and looked from Angel to Willow. "Willow, child, what are you wearing?"

"That's what we're here to talk to you about! Everyone's turned into their Halloween costumes!"

"And umm… What were you supposed to be?"

"I'm well… I'm a ghost!"
"Oh… well the ghost of what?"

"Hey, this isn't as bad as what Buffy was wearing! Oh, Giles! It's horrible! She's a vampire!"

Giles glared at Angel, pulling a hidden stake from his belt before Angel had the chance to blink. The stake was pressed into the vampire's chest, cutting through the shirt, rubbing his skin.

"Hey! Watch it!," Angel protested.

"What did you do to her?" Giles yelled. Willow had never seen Giles upset, and it scared her.

"NO!" she yelled. "He didn't do anything. It's the spell, the one that turned people into their costumes. Buffy was dressed as a vampire for Halloween. She thought it would be funny in an ironic way." Willow was still scared, until she watched Giles lower the stake.

"Yes, well. We need to find out how to reverse it. Angel, if you would, there are a few book in the office I think may help. Bring them, please. Willow, well, I'm not sure what you can do. Are you corporeal?" She tried flipping a page on an already open book. Nothing.

"Nope."

"Alright, well. I guess you'll just have to sit tight. Not sure what else you can do."

"Any idea on where to start?"

"The basics, I suppose. So, um what was Buffy doing last you saw her?"

"Last I saw her she was leaving the Bronze with…. Oh…" Willow's voice trailed as she remembered Buffy leaving with Spike. "Angel, can I talk to you for just a moment?"

Willow walked behind a bookshelf with Angel following. "Why didn't you tell me Buffy was with Spike? Is that why you're leaving?"

"Yes, Buffy was with Spike. No, I decided I'd leave before I knew that was going on. The fact that they're together is just coincidence. I talked to Spike, and I told him I was going to change her back before I leave."

Willow remembered seeing the pair talking outside Buffy's house. Spike was… shirtless. Oh. "Oh!" Willow exclaimed. "Oh… So they were… and he uhh— oh."

"Looks like you've got a clear understanding," Angel said darkly.

"Let's just not mention that part to Giles," Willow said. This is so unlike Buffy. She slept with Spike. SPIKE! A bad, evil vampire who doesn't have a soul. Verses Angel, a kind, soulful vampire. Angel's good. He's done so much to protect her, to help her. Which is why she wanted Spike, because he hadn't tried to protect her. Spike had tried to kill her. She doesn't need protection… I can see where it makes sense… Willow was lost in her own thoughts. She looked up and saw Angel was gone. She walked back to the table, wishing she could do more to help her friend.

They had been quite studious for the time they had spent in the library. Without actually being able to do work, Willow was quiet and sat alone. She looked at the clock on the wall. Only 9 o'clock. Seemed like they'd been here longer.

All of a sudden, a girl burst through the library's doors. Her brown curly hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, braids arranged along the top of her head. Her makeup was light, only highlighting her light brown skin. Her ears hung with giant silver hoops, and a light purple shirt that accented her well. It was low-cut, but not revealing. Her midriff was exposing her toned stomach. The red pants were loose, but they accentuated her well.

"Um, hello," Giles said. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," she said, accent strong.

So she's Jamaican, Willow thought.

"I am looking for Rupert Giles," the girl told them.

"Ah, well, I am he. May I ask, who are you?"

"I am Kendra, the vampyre slayer."