The group had just started to search the house when Indiana's instincts, hound in both World Wars, went off. The two archeologists silently moved, taking up positions on ether side of the door a few seconds before a handsome young looking man came in the doorway only to be tackled to the ground buy two expert fighters. Angel had been looking for Buffy, The Vampire with a Soul had noticed the chaos in the street and with a single-minded determination made his way to Buffy's home, to see if she was okay, and then figure out what was going on, he made it through the kitchen and was just moving into the living room when he was hit on both sides by powerful blows that knocked him off his feet, he was then grabbed and turned over to find him self looking down the barrels of two pistols, one a semi-automatic and the other a revolver, Angel felt shore at this range the guns would take off enough of his head to dust him. It took a minute for him to realize just who was holding guns on him, Buffy and Xander.

"Guys, what are you doing?"

This didn't get a response until Cordilea's voice called out, "Angel? No you guys let him up!"

"Are you crazy lady?" Xander asked. " He's as cold as ice and is as white as a ghost, that screams vampire to me, and I've run into my share of them, so I say we take care of this guy."

"I don't care, He's one of the good guy's so let him go." The relic hunters shook their heads and haled in-souled vampire up.

"What's going on?" Angel asked.

"It's complicated, they don't know how they are." Cordy said. Angel had been around spells long to peace together what must have happened tonight form this information and was smart enough to let it go and concentrate on the problem at hand.

After a few minutes of explanation had passed, nether relic hunter was at all happy, "So Willow left us here, in a house that's barley secure while she went to get help to end this debacle, that involves ancient languages, ones we know no less, TO KEEP US SAFE!" Indy asked incredulously.

"That sounds about right." Angel said, vaguely aware that the two spell victims, which only served to anger them further.

"Okay Screw that, we're going to this library," Lara said, "and your taking us."

Her voice was mater of fact but the implied threat was received, if Angel didn't help them or gave them one sign that he was anything like the vampires they knew Lara would test just how hard it was to kill a vampire with her guns, something angel was not very keen to try out, as Darla had shown him being shot hurt like hell. "Alright but stay close, it's Crazy outside."

"I've seen worse," Indy said.

Spike like most demons found Halloween annoying, really the fact that the humans were making light of the terror he had worked so hard to perform made him sick. But then Dru had peaked his interest by saying something about the stars saying the Slayer and her "Kitten" becoming searchers for facts and bones, armed with whips and lead, what ever that meant, and he had been out of scotch; so he had gone out to get some more and maybe see what the hell his beloved was talking about. When he reached the human populated parts of town he had been surprised find the area full of mayhem as pintsized monsters, Spike the master-class vampire had seen many things in the slightly over 100 years he since had been the mortal William Pratt, at least in mind and body if not soul, but nothing he had seen had compared to this, the sheer mindless anarchy of it and the variety of the monster was beyond any thing he had seen before. Most vampires didn't like change, The Master for one had been stuck on his same Old Ones are gods of darkness down with all that is good in general and Christianity in particular plan scene the Middle Ages, but Spike was different, the man William had been a romantic who had been unable to find his place in the high class society world he had been born in and had fallen into depression, the vampire Spike was a dark romantic that shunned society, even vampire society, for his own Rock & Roll Big Bad code. For one such as him there was only one response to a situation such as this.

"Well this is just, neat!"

Angel was highly aware of Buffy's eyes on him, not filled with love but with suspicion, Lara would not hesitate to use her guns to blow his brains out, something he suspected would count as decapitation. The anarchy in the streets was unbelievable; in the back of his mind Angel could hear the demon, Angelus laughing in glee, this was turning into the kind of chaos and destruction the demon had worked hard to achieve for 200 years but had never quite reached. The other three were handling the chaos surprisingly well, Cordilea seemed only slightly out of her element, not jumping at everything like Angel would have expected, the other two where taking it all in like they had been through this all before.

As they neared the School Angel caught a familiar sent in the air, a mix of blood, dust, whiskey, cheap cigarettes, and leather, just then Spike stepped into there path, surrounding him were a small army of Trick-or-Treaters turned monsters.

"Hello you lot where are you of to in such a hurry?" The bleach haired vampire said with a smile.

AN so one more chapter to go and then on to the next in the in the Indiana Harris Buffy Croft Series