Auther: Magnus.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. X-men and the concept of
mutants are Marval's. Btvs belongs to Jason. I own nothing. Poor me.

"Bugger all! I have to buy the guy that did this a drink." Spike
said with a toothy grin. He wouldn't normally go out on Halloween
but Drusilla kept prompting him too, so he let her win.

It didn't take him long to see that something wicked was going on.
For one, all the kids had disappeared only to be replaced by demons,
monsters, and other evil creatures.

The master vampire could very well smell the magic in the air.

And his dark princess Dru had a vision. Something had made the
slayer weak, and all he needed to do was find her. Then he could get
that hat trick he'd been mooning over since they got to Sunnydale.

"Boss, we spotted her on Elm Street. She was being chased by a
pirate." One of his minions told him. William the Bloody laughed
fully at hearing the story.

Seems the little tart dressed up like some noble women, all puffy
hair and no superpowers. She was right for the picking. "And her
little sidekicks? Red and the boy?"

The redhead he'd give to Drusilla as a present, but the boy, well
Spike had plans for him. His grand sire Angelus had offered the
whelp to him on parent-teacher night. But it was just a ruse to get
him to lower his guard.

And that was something the blond vampire couldn't forgive. To spite
his grand sire he was going to turn the boy, then send him off to
get killed by Angel.

That'd put a cramp in the old sod's morals. Having to kill someone
that he'd been trying to protect.

"The redhead was with her. She was running through cars and demons
like a ghost." The minion told his master knowing that if Spike
liked the information he might even reward him.

"Hmm, ghost huh? Can't really kill one of those. Well what about the
boy? The one that's always hanging with the little tarts?" If he
couldn't kill the girl at least he'd get to kill the slayer and
whelp.

A nervous look passed over the minion's visage. One Spike did not
miss, "Well?" He demanded.

"I think I saw him, but he was dressed in some kind of armor. And
before I could get a closer look he well... flew away." He waited
for what he knew was coming.

"Flew away? What he turned into a bloody bird?" The master vampire
sneered. The minion took a few steps backwards, "Umm, no. He still
looked human, he just smelled differently. And he threw a car at one
of the pirates."

A perplexed look appeared on Spike's face. "Threw a car at a pirate?
And what do you mean smelled different?" He wondered out loud as he
followed the demons to the place where they saw the slayer last.

"He smelled like ozone. And he didn't even touch the car. He just
waved his hand and it went flying." He informed his master. It had
been a weird sight. And he wasn't in any hurry to fight the boy now.

It wasn't just the smell that changed. It was like the air around
him was charged, menacing.

"Sod it all. Fine, I don't care about casper and bird boy. Just find
me that damned slayer."