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"Yeek!" Buffy made a face, as she yanked out the guts of the oddly shaped orange pumpkin, which lay in front of her.
"You know I get people's love for all that chocolaty goodness, what I don't get is why they think putting a candle in a hallowed out shell, will give them a happy." Buffy could feel Spike's smile.
"You know love, some people might just fancy a bit of tradition. I know I sure could use some around this dank place." Spike motioned toward his cavern.
Spike was right, the candles made the room look even worse. It was almost as if slime had accumulated on the walls.
"So this post-Halloween thing... its tradition for you vamps? Not ones for the following a calendar are you?"
"Halloween is for kids who whine about not getting enough candy... Hallowed is the night were we make light of what we have become. In a sense it’s our New Year." Spike lit his cigarette, thropughing the match to the floor.
As he sat down on the stone pillar, he began going at his own orange obstruction.
"Hallowed? Should you be out killing something, or maiming?" Buffy made a 'yuck' face once again, pulling out the orange goo.
Spike laughed, "Ironically yes... but since I have sort of made a ninny out of myself, no." Spike rolled his eyes, at himself.
"You're not a ninny. You don't dress like a ninny... you don't whine like a ninn- never mind I take that one back."
Spike glared, making Buffy's skin crawl with anticipation.
"All meant was, you're a good guy now. And as much as no one says it... we like it that way." Buffy felt her eyes shift toward the ground, feeling the former enemies eyes on her.
"Slayer... there is no such thing as good or evil. Everything is a mess, they are intertwined. Its just easier to fight, when you can clearly identify the two. Nothing is as it seems, the faster people see that, the faster they will become happy." Spike watched the uncertain girl, shift uncomfortably.
"I wish it were that easy. Maybe then..." Buffy stopped herself, feeling the tears begin to form.
"There! All finished!" Spike turned his pumpkin to face the slayer. She found herself laughing a bit, which always made him smile.
"How quaint. A cat." Sarcasm, with good intent, dripped through her voice.
"Not just any cat, its a kitten... yum!" Spike smiled, laughing a bit.
"I'm never going to finished this!" Buffy looked at her pumpkin, which still had have the guts intact, some coming from the square eyeball she had carved.
"Its fine just the way it is pet." Spike took the pumpkins, placing them on a ledge by the entrance.
Buffy's square eye with a small o face, his kitten. The perfect carvings, if they did say so themselves.
"What do you say? Fancy a slay?" Spike's face grew anxious.
Buffy could almost feel his blood rise, at the thought of killing. She could feel it herself as well, the blood boiling, urging her to give in. She sighed, took her last shot of vodka and started toward the entrance.
"You know, people don't stay in anymore like they used to." She smiled, as the blonde vamp waited for her to exit.
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Buffy plunged the stake into the man's heart. He screamed in agony, before turning to dust. Across the way she could hear Spike take out another, as the screams filled her ears she smiled.
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe *I* might need a good fight?" Buffy kicked the girl down, the stake through her back.
"Guess not." Buffy sighed, realizing all the vamps had vanished.
"What no one wants to come out and play?" Spike egged them on, he could feel them in the shadows, watching and waiting for some signal to fight.
Buffy brushed off her hands, feeling the dust crumble at her fingertips. As her breathing returned to normal, she realized how close Spike had been standing. His skin brushing against hers, his cold breathe trickled down her spine, as if someone had poured cold water down it.
She shivered and shook it off. "Now its time for my kind of fun." Buffy began walking, Spike only followed.
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"This is fun to you?" Spike shouted over the loud music. Volumes of bass being poured by the gallon into the sound system, his ears rung of heat.
Every turn he sensed the sexual tension, bodies intertwined, mangled. It was enough to drive any vamp near insanity.
"Just relax! Go have fun!" Buffy gave him a push towards some trashy blonde, who eyed him as good meat. As Spike tried to fend off the girl on the dance floor, a tall and dark man approached Buffy.
Spike held back his anger, tightening his jaw. His eyes stayed glued, none the less. The man began to sway with her, in a way Spike knew he never would. His hands roamed her, the way he never could, and they were gentle.
Then Buffy did something so unexpected Spike himself, did a double take. She grabbed him by the collar and took control. Using his body for her pleasure, he stood there not knowing what to do. Spike rolled his eyes walking over to the man.
He grabbed him by the shoulders and brushed him aside. "Its obvious, she knows what she wants... and its not you." Spike smiled as the man scrambled away.
"Now then. where were we?" Spike smiled, mischievously.
"You are right, good and evil don't exist... and I can't keep pretending what happened didn't. I want to be out of control, I deserve to be. I was dead... and now I'm not." Buffy smiled, grabbing the vamp close to her skin, as close as she could without forcing their clothes to mold.
"That's my gift to you... Happy Halloween Buffy." Spike held the fragile slayer in his arms. Once his touch was associated with feeling, he felt her give in... to the evil, the part she never dare unleash.
"Happy Hallowed, Spike..." Her eyes emotionless, as she swayed with her friend. A tear fell silently on his jacket. Spike felt it... that's all that mattered, right now...
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