Yeah, it's been a long time... The thing is, I'm very, very busy right now and probably will be even busier...oh well. Anyhow, this chapter's just moments of how Jez & Morgead spent their Halloween. (Late, I know, it's December now, and I started it in Oct) And, as you can see, the chapters aren't in chronological order any more…

No ownerships whatsoever. Enjoy!

Jez is 6. Morgead is 7.

"Morgead!" Jez shouted as she rushed through the doors, her red flaming hair streaming behind her. "Let's go trick or treating!

Morgead looked up; his black tousled hair fell over his green eyes, and stared at Jez as if she'd started speaking Latin. "What?"

"C'mon, Morgead, you know it's Samhain." Jez explained, dumping the huge bag she was carrying on the floor. "For humans, it's called Halloween!"

Morgead looked even more confused. "So?"

"We're going trick or treating." Jez announced ceremoniously.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"OK." Jez said, dumping the contents inside the bag on the floor, which looked like—black cloaks? "You dress up, you go knocking on people's doors, and you say "trick or treat!", and you get candies and sweets." She bent down to pick up something on the floor. "Is that simple enough?"

Morgead raised an eyebrow. "sweets?"

"This." Jez tossed him a lollipop across the room. Instantly, he reached out and caught it in his hands.

"You should try it," She said as she peeled off the wrappers of another one and stuck it in her mouth, "'S almost as good as ice cream." She said, excitement flashing in her silvery-blue eyes as she spoke. "And," She added hastily, "I promise it's not poison or anything." She took the lollipop in her mouth out, "See?"

Morgead considered it for a moment. "Okay." He decided, "But what's with the dress up part?"

"Oh. Kids dress up as fairies, witches and stuff…" Jez said, "And vampires." She grinned, showing her sharp, canine fangs.

"Do they even know about vampires?"

"Yeah, they think we turn into bats and fly around. Have you seen Dracula?" Jez scowled, "It's so lame." She picked up one of the black cloaks on the floor and wrapped it around her shoulders, "So, in conclusion, they really don't know anything about us." She said, letting the material flow behind her. "Unless they're vampire hunters, of course." Jez added in a soft voice.

Jez had always been told that her parents were killed by vampire hunters. Morgead knew this too. Jez's face went serious as stared off into a distance.

"You know," Morgead said slowly, "You look like a witch."

That got Jez's attention back. "Excuse me?" She said, glaring at him.

Morgead shrugged "A sexy one."

"Morgead!" Jez shouted as Morgead bolted for the door and disappeared. "Morgead Blackthorn! I am going to kill you!"

Jez is 7. Morgead is 8.

"Okay, Morgead, I know it's you." Jez said, glaring at Morgead.

"Why do you think it's me?" Morgead said calmly, his emerald green eyes regarded Jez's silvery-blue ones coldly. "Maybe it's some other kids. Bethany or Stacy—"

"And you think I wouldn't have noticed?" Jez said, taking a step closer to Morgead.

"You were distracted; why not?" Morgead said adamantly.

"Morgead Blackthorn." Jez said furiously, her silver eyes flashing. "I know it's you."

Morgead threw his hand up in exasperation. "What did I do?"

"You stole all my chocolate!" Jez snapped, "And you're going to pay for it!"

"I don't even like chocolate." Morgead said coldly, his green eyes blazing. "Stop accusing me."

"You either ate them all or you hid them." Jez continued, ignoring him, "If you hid them, you better give it out right now; If you ate them, you're dead."

"What, you think I have a secret stash under my bed?"

"You do?"

"No!"

"I'll give you five seconds." Jez said through gritted teeth. She held out her finger, "One."

"I really didn't do it, Jez."

"Two."

"I swear I didn't."

"Three."

"You're just jealous I got more treats than you did."

"That's it, Blackthorn!"

Jez launched forward before Morgead could dodge, and soon they were tangled together, rolling on the floor—with Jez shouting, "Give it back!" and Morgead shouting, "You didn't even count to five!"

Jez is 8. Morgead is 9.

"Are you serious?" Jez stared at Morgead in disbelief, "You want to go trick or treating?"

"Weren't you the one who always wanted to?" Morgead grimaced as he threw a rock that skidded across the water.

"You nearly burnt down a building." Jez said skeptically. She stared at him, still disbelieving. Then she shook her head and started drawing random shapes on the sand.

"I didn't." Morgead argued, glancing sideways at Jez.

"Yes, you did."

"Whatever you say, Jezebel." Morgead snickered.

"Don't call me that." She turned to glare at Morgead with animosity.

"What's wrong with using your full name?" Morgead asked—for the first time, actually. He never knew why Jez resented her full name so much.

"Because," Jez said impatiently, "I don't like it."

Morgead considered it. But seeing the murderous glare on Jez's face, he decided to leave it alone. For now. "Fine. Are you going or not?"

"Going where?" Jez asked.

"Don't pretend like you don't know."

"Don't know what?" She asked in puzzlement.

"Are you serious?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're weird, Jez."

"You're the one who's weird! You want to go trick or treating?"

"And you don't think I'll know when you're pretending you don't know?"

"Don't know what?"

"Shut up, Jez, just shut up."

"You just make so much sense."

Jez is 11. Morgead is 12.

"We should totally go trick or treating!" Thistle shrilled in her little-girl voice. "We could ask them to invite us—"

"Thistle, shut up." Jez commanded, her silvery-blue eyes snapping.

"You could go yourself." Raven suggested, "But we're not."

"Don't you see? It's not just about—"

"Thistle, just shut up." Jez said more forcefully. "Raven's right; we're not going trick or treating."

"Or maybe we should." It was Morgead. He was leaning against a tree, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Jez glared. "What?"

"You remember that guy down the street? There's been something going on with him." Morgead spoke slowly. "I think wouldn't mind having a bunch of kids trick or treating. We could use the opportunity to check him out."

"Exactly!" said Thistle excitedly, "And then we can like, check out what's hidden under his bed—"

"Shut up." Jez and Morgead said simultaneously. Thistle muttered something inaudible under her breath. Jez turned to face Morgead.

"We're. Not. Going." Jez said, emphasizing every word.

"Give me a reason why we shouldn't." Morgead said, glaring. He shook some hair out of his eyes, but he didn't take his gaze off Jez.

Jez put her hands on her hip. "Because I said so." Jez said, as if it explained everything.

"Oh, why, you the leader or something?"

"Are you saying I can't be the leader?" She said, taking a step so that she was staring hard into Morgead's deep emerald-green eyes. He didn't back down.

"Whose idea was it to create the gang in the first place?"

"You," Jez said, annoyed, "So?"

Morgead looked at her incredulously in a murderous glare.

The rest of the gang looked back and forth between them as if they were audiences at a tennis match.

"Well," Raven said levelly, her mid-night blue eyes gleaming. "You guys could have a sort of challenge for leadership."

"Hell yes." Val boomed loudly, "Like a duel or something. A fight to death."

"Then, we wouldn't have any leaders. They'd both be dead." Raven said patiently.

Despite the tension between her and Morgead, Jez couldn't help but rolled her eyes at Val's remark. Val was always the loud one—and she'd appreciate it if he could just think first before shouting things out. She was almost certain that Morgead wouldn't get distracted by it. He looked—power -hungry. But she could've sworn his mouth twitched upwards, forming a faint smile corresponding to her eye-rolling.

"Sticks only—First one to yield looses." Thistle suggested.

"That'll never work for them—same problem—we'll just end up suck here until one of them kill each other." Raven said, watching Jez looking at Morgead with a superior glance, and Morgead's eyes fixed on her with a stare that could kill pigeons in midair.

"First one to touch the ground looses then." Val said in his loud voice. "That'll work."

"That's no fun then." Thistle complained.

"No, that's fine." Jez said, not taking her gaze off Morgead.

"You better watch out, Jezebel." Morgead said menacingly, still glaring.

"Oh yes. I will, right after I become the leader." Jez said with equally menace and venom in her voice.

"Get bent, Morgy." She said sweetly as she lifted her fighting stick just as Morgead prepared his.

And perhaps Jez did win—since by the time they figured out the winner and loser, it was already dawn.

(I didn't forget Pierce. Assume he's not in the gang yet. I don't feel like writing about him...)

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