There are some things that just aren’t done; roaming the streets on Halloween was one of them. Not that he’d ever cared that much about what was done and what wasn’t, but Halloween was just plain tacky and any vampire with even the slightest modicum of self-respect would be nice and cosy in their lair tonight.

“Spike, are you going to get ready?” Dawn whined, large, pleading blue-eyes employed masterfully.

Simultaneously shifting into gameface and pouting, Spike led his charge out the door. “Your sis is evil, you know that, Slayer?” he grumbled over his shoulder as Buffy waved goodbye.