Title: Trick or Treat (Working title)

Author: ME! Kk (kk_d_1@hotmail.com)

Rating: PGish {Rating is likely to change eventually}

Disclaimer: I've borrowed a few things, but the ideals are mine... and seriously who's squabbling semantics?

Distribution: Ask and I'll think about it. Just please tell me where!

Dedication: To my subconscious, which is a strange and wondrous place that gives me the majority of these ideas, along with Aidan that is.

Warning: There aren't really any spoilers for BtVS past Season Four, I may end up taking liberties with the Jossverse... oh and I've deviated from cannon in that Spike doesn't love Buffy. Spoilers up to Lirael since I've read Abhorsen but am having memory difficulties and can't get my hands on a copy to brush up.

Authors Note: I'm not having that much inspiration at the moment so this is all I've finished at the moment

And thank you so much to my wonderful reviewers!!

charmedfanatic3000- yours was ever so sweet!!! (both of them)

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~Abhorsen's House~

Spike, or Aidan now, and Lilith were seated opposite one another, a map between them as they planned. Aidan speaking out the question that had been bouncing around his head "How come you are so sure about me and trust me with so much?"

Lilith nodded "I was expecting that question; the Clayr saw you walking in the dark, as you were, lost and alone, they told me that they could not tell whether you were evil or not, it was and is your choice, and the fate of the Old Kingdom rests on the decision. They showed me the outcome for each decision. If Good you would prove to be trustworthy and an invaluable ally; if Evil you would be a formidable enemy and together with the necromancer; bring the Kingdom back to the chaos that reigned at Kerrigor's peak in power."

Spike was amazed, he felt every bit the stranger he was; but also he felt as if he could belong.

Seen by the Clayr; Sought by the Abhorsen and adopted by King Aeris, which was part of the plan; Spike was adopted into the royal family with Lilith as his wife.

Luckily Lilith had only very recently become Abhorsen and thus was not at all well known. With a charter glamour to give her auburn hair and green eyes it was very unlikely that anyone would recognise her. Spike already appearing different to what he did at home; Aidan having shoulder length hair of blonde, yet not white blonde; eyes still their piercing, sparkling blue, his leather tight pants exchanged at Abhorsen's house for breeches. And a pack each was prepared for both him and Lilith; as always the sendings packed all sorts of useful bits and pieces. With clothing and equipment organised; still further planning was needed.

Aidan and Lilith didn't need to plan on the map which way to go; all they had to do was follow the trail of the dead and the stench of free magic.

Lilith and Aidan would be travelling on horseback to try and catch up to the necromancer faster.

Together Aidan and Lilith created the glamour spell, letting it fall over her features, leaving a stunning, fair redhead in the place of the dark haired beauty.

A hawk on a perch in the corner of the room cackling "A red haired Abhorsen; that's new"

Aidan jumped and the part of him that was Spike asked "Mogget?" the Hawk laughed; "Well that was once my name, when I was in cat form; I was last known as Mogget four Abhorsens ago, or was it five? No; I am now called Troanoi. But since I don't recognise you from then, and you don't look that old, I must ask… how do you know that name?"

Spike/Aidan laughed "A very long story, one that can be saved for the journey"

"That's assuming that I'm coming" The hawk had a sparkle in his eye none the less.

Lilith only laughed "My father barely took you out of the house; you're bored; and the servant of the Abhorsen, of course you are will come Troanoi"

The hawk cackled again "How about loosening my collar? No? Well I'll just have to come along and hope that Necessity calls for you to loosen the collar and free me on this trip, and considering the incompetents that you've had in your bloodline; I wouldn't be at all surprised." At this the bell on the hawks collar tingled in warning, no longer, as Spike remembered from his reading, a miniature Ranna, the bell was now a miniature Saraneth, the bell of binding.

Spike laughed hard "And you're very desperate for an adventure"

Troanoi screeched then said "How could you tell??? And anyway, how would you like being cooped up in this house with only the batty sendings for company?"

One of the sendings; obviously taking offence at the statement, as it walked past with more wine for the travellers and 'couple' to be knocked the bird off the perch; Troanoi squawked and Lilith commented laughingly "Sounds like a chicken being plucked"

And the screeching began again.

TBC

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Authors Note: So what do you think?? I'm quite happy with it but that's jest me, after a fair bit of work, probably deluding myself. And sorry if it is too short, in word it's about two pages, FrontPage it's much shorter and I really don't want to see what FanFiction.net does to it!