A/N HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! Hope you enjoy the Halloween episode version for this story.

Eliza skipped down the street as she made her way to where she was going. She stopped past a mailbox and placed an envelope inside it before she continued on her way to where she was going. She skipped along a few more blocks before she stopped in front of the hospital.

Eliza stared up at the giant hospital, according to the vampires she'd spoken to delivery day was far enough away and given how dangerous it would be to go hunting, she figured it would be safe to grab a few bags of blood until Spike was able to kill the slayer.

She clutched the backpack she'd stolen from a nearby camping goods store. It was a bit bulky but would serve her purpose well enough.

She needed a distraction, if she was older, she'd just kill a doctor and steal their coat, but it would be evident from the moment she entered that she was a child.

She hated being eternally 13 sometimes.

Why couldn't she have been older when she was turned?

Cause Spike would have killed you? The answer came to her mind unwanted and unbidden, and she resolutely ignored it. One did not know what would have happened, not even Drusilla. The future changed all the time.

Eliza shook her head. Focusing on the 'what if' and 'could have been' was not going to be helpful. Instead, she turned her attention back to the task at hand, ok so playing doctor is out, She thought. That only leaves….

Fortunately, it wasn't that late, and there were still many people out and about she smiled and turned to hide in a nearby alleyway.

She waited 15 minutes, enough time for anyone who saw her to forget they'd seen her and then changed into her vampire face and lunged out and the next lone adult and dragged him inside.

She didn't give the very nicely dressed man time to even ask what was going on or even get a good look at her face before she started biting down hard on his neck.

She'd have ripped his throat out and drained him dry, but she needed the doctors to think he could be potentially saved, instead of giving up on him in the first ten seconds, so she took just enough blood to make him pass out and then reluctantly pulled away.

He slumped over unconscious, and then to make it look as though she cared whether or not this stranger lived or died, she ripped a piece of her skirt off and after wiping her mouth off with it stuck it near his wound to pretend to stem the bleeding.

She stood and wrapped his arm around his shoulder and lifted him unto a half-standing half-kneeling position. (She was barely 5' 2" and the man was at least 6 feet). Then pretending to half struggle, she started dragging the guy over to the hospital entrance.

The moment she broke through she started calling for help. "Help! Help!" She cried.

Just as she'd predicted nurses and doctors hurried over with a gurney and started taking vitals. "What happened?" one of them asked.

"I don't know. I just found him slumped over past out with that wound on his neck." She said.

"It's a good thing you brought him in then." He said while she picked up the cloth that had fallen onto the floor while everyone was rushing around him.

She'd have to destroy it later, but now that she'd created a little bit of chaos, she made her way through the hospital.

No one stopped her, they were too busy focusing on her victim.

She turned and looked around for a moment everyone was focusing on something else, no one noticed a young teen slipping through.

Once she got back to the factory, she dumped the blood in the cooler in her room before she made her way to look for Spike.

It wasn't too hard; Spike wasn't exactly trying to be quiet and vampire senses were already far more enhanced than the average human.

"Here it comes." She heard Spike say, while she heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and vampire growling. "Rewind that, I want to see that again" Followed by the sound of a tape being rewound. Spike snorted and chuckled. "She's tricky." He said sounding almost excited. "Baby likes to play."

"Who?" Eliza asked as she entered the room to see Spike watching a TV. To Eliza's surprise, the TV screen showed The Slayer fighting a vampire.

Spike turned to see Eliza. "Princess!" he said giving her a tight hug, "How was the night out?"

"Mailed my letter," Eliza said returning the hug. "Got some food. Quiet night all in all."

"Been a while since we heard from dear Uncle Sam," Spike said thoughtfully. "Hope he's still doin' well."

"Me too." Eliza agreed before she nodded toward the screen, "You recorded the Slayer?" She asked idly.

Spike nodded, "I did." he said, "Need to figure her out, so I can best kill her."

Eliza looked at Buffy as she fought. "She does fight like Nikki." She said, "Took a while to kill her." She said remembering the two days it took to fight her and then bit her lip as she remembered how that first night ended.

"She did." Spike said kissing her temple not noticing her biting her lip as his attention was split, "But I killed her eventually, had her begging for her life."

Eliza nodded just as Drusilla entered the room. "Miss Edith needs her tea."

"C'mere poodle," Spike said holding his hand out to her, not noticing Eliza's uneasy expression.

"Do you love my insides? The parts you can't see?" Drusilla asked.

"Of course," Eliza said smiling slightly and rubbing Drusilla's arm.

"Eyeballs to entrails my sweet. That's why I've got to study this slayer. Once I know her, I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell. Get strong again."

Drusilla smiled, "Don't worry. Everything's switching. Outside to inside." He kissed Spike's neck, "It makes her weak."

"Really?" Spike said with a half glance at Eliza. Eliza tilted her head curiously. "Did my pet have a vision?" Spike asked.

Drusilla's eyes went glassy, "Do you know what I miss? Leeches."

Spike held her his expression eager and flirtatious, "Come on talk to Daddy. This thing that makes the Slayer weak? When is it?"

"Tomorrow."

Eliza looked at Spike surprised, "Tomorrow's Halloween. Nothing. Happens on Halloween." Spike said.

"Someone's come to change it all. Someone new." Spike and Eliza looked at each other surprised, hopeful and perhaps for Spike a tiny bit… disappointed.

"Stay here," Spike said to Eliza as he prepared to go out.

"Are you sure about this?" Eliza said looking up at him worriedly, "Killing her now?"

Spike hesitated for a moment before he sighed, "I have to Eliza." He said putting his duster on. "The faster she's dead the faster Drusilla will be safe."

"Yes." Eliza agreed nodding her head, "But you and I both know that you prefer to kill Slayers when they're in peak condition. Momma said the slayer was going to be weak. It will likely leave you unsatisfied if you kill her now."

Spike sighed and gave Eliza a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "I know." He said, "But Dru's needs trump my dumb desires." He said. "I'll be back soon, and we can watch Great Pumpkin."

Eliza chuckled as Spike ruffled her hair. "That could be fun." She said. She kissed Spike on the cheek and pulled away. "I'll make sure Momma stays safe and well." She said, "I'll call you if her vision changes or gets clearer."

Spike chuckled and patted his pocket where the cell phone he'd pilfered earlier that week was. "Good. Good."

Eliza hugged Spike tightly, tightly enough that he grunted a bit in pain she gripped him slightly tighter before she let go grinning impishly.

"Hi, Mummy." Eliza said as she jumped on Drusilla's bed, "Want to play?"

"Little Liza," Drusilla said hugging her tightly. "My little sweetheart."

Eliza smiled, "Daddy's gone to find the Slayer for you." Eliza said.

"Good. Good. Kill the Slayer and the sunshine won't ever hurt him."

"Exactly," Eliza said a tiny bit confused.

Drusilla turned to Eliza and gently stroked her cheek. "You're a bad daughter," Drusilla said. "Make mummy so proud. Daddy is so proud."

Eliza smiled.

"But not monster enough," Drusilla said scratching Eliza's cheek.

Eliza sighed, "I know." Eliza said, "I'm trying." She said, "I am."

Drusilla smiled suddenly, "I know. I know." Drusilla said patting her head. "Turned you too soon I did. I should have waited. But you're sweet young self stayed for a bit. Can't destroy it no matter how hard you try."

Eliza sighed, "Why don't I fix your hair." Eliza said.

"You'll get what you want," Drusilla said. "And then you'll leave."

"I won't." Eliza said, "Not you, Not Spike."

"You will." Drusilla sniffed. "You'll be so angry with mummy. But mummy has her reasons. Even if you can't understand."

Eliza sighed as she started brushing Drusilla's hair. "I'm sure mummy does." Eliza sighed kissing Drusilla's chestnut hair. "I love you."

Drusilla giggled. Then slumped forward as a moment of weakness hit her.

"Momma," Eliza said stepping forward. "Are you alright?"

"So weak." Drusilla groaned.

Eliza hurried off and returned a few moments later with some bags of blood. "I know you prefer from the vein," Eliza said softly. "But you should eat what we have."

Drusilla stared at the blood her face twisted in distaste Eliza sighed and drank the blood herself before she stepped forward and sat on the bed. "Come on Momma." She said cutting her own throat with her nail. "Feed momma. Please?"

Drusilla was so weak that she couldn't even say 'no' Drusilla bit down hard on Eliza's neck. Only pulling away when it looked as though Eliza was going to collapse.

"Thank you," Drusilla said. "Such a good little daughter you are." Eliza smiled weakly.

"Why don't I, do your hair," Eliza said, though in truth she wanted to leave and feed, but she couldn't just leave Drusilla alone. She'd go eat when her mother was asleep.

Drusilla giggled eagerly.

There was a part of Spike that wanted to spend the night angry and raging at the world. He had been so close to killing the slayer once and for all, but as luck would have it, she was turned back into The Slayer just as he was about to go in for the kill.

Yet the moment he went inside, he turned to see his little girl sitting on the floor watching the Tv while sucking on a blood bag, he felt his rage cool a little.

"What're you watching, Princess?" Spike said walking toward her.

"It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown," Eliza said as she sucked on a blood bag.

"Ooh," Spike sat down beside her. "Pass some blood, will you?" He asked.

Eliza reached into the cooler and tossed him a blood bag.

"Where'd you get these anyway?" Spike said.

"Nicked it from the hospital a couple of days ago, there was so much chaos going on that no one noticed me reaching into the backroom to grab of few," Eliza said. "Figured that with the slayer out and about hunting would be difficult so I got some blood bags." She looked up at him. "I take it that you weren't able to kill her."

Spike smiled and stroked her hair. "Were you caught?" He said purposefully not answering her question.

"I don't get caught," Eliza said. "But if I was…. I would have eaten them and then discarded them."

"Good," Spike said with a smile. "Not that you were caught."

"Not that I was," Eliza said with a conspirator grin before she crawled over to Spike's lap and sat down on his lap. Spike wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head. They stayed like that until the special ended, but Eliza didn't move. She stayed leaned against him while Spike slowly rubbed her back. Eliza had been around for years, but she still had days when she felt especially young and scared, and sought out the comfort of Spike. "You couldn't kill her could you?"

"No." Spike sighed, "No I wasn't. But next time Eliza. Next time I will."

Eliza nodded, against his chest, "Is she going to be, ok?" She asked sounding small and innocent (or as innocent as a vampire child could be).

"Course she is," Spike said with more bravado than he felt. "Why we're here innit? To make sure she gets better."

"Good," Eliza said. She clutched his jacket tighter around herself. "I don't wanna move."

Spike smiled and reached over to grab the coat he had discarded over the arm of the chair and carefully arranged it around her. "Then don't. I'll be here till you fall asleep."

Eliza smiled her eyes still clothed. "Thank you, Papa."

Spike kissed the top of her head. "You're welcome, Princess."

A/N Hope, you enjoyed it! Let me know what you thought.
Uncle Sam is in fact the Sam that Angel turned in the submarine during World War Two.