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Summary: Keri Tate has been living in fear for 20 years. On Halloween night, the Slayer and her friends will discover why.

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Chapter One

Based on characters and situations created by Joss Whedon and John Carpenter. This is a work of fan-fiction, and no money is being made from it.

Sunnydale California

October 27th 1998

"I heard she's got some dark secret." Xander said.

"What?" Willow asked. "What makes you say that?"

"Nothing in particular." he said. "It's just a rumor going around that's all."

Buffy and Oz soon joined the conversation. "What I don't get," Buffy said. "Is, Ms. Tate has been teaching here for years. Why is this rumour just starting now?"

"Actually," Oz said. "I understand it starts every October."

"Yeah that's right," Buffy realized. "She does tend to get freaked out around this time of year."

They're conversation stopped, as Ronnie, the new security guard passed by.

"Hundreds of demon attacks and only now do they hire a security guard." Xander muttered. "Though I have to admit. If I were a Demon, that guy would make me think twice."

Ronnie was a bald black man. And in a predominantly white community, that was enough to make him formidable.

The man nodded to them as he passed.

When he was gone, Xander began whispering to his friends. "You'll never believe what I heard about HIM." he said in an exaggerated gay voice.

"Do tell," Buffy encouraged.

"He writes romance novels."

"What?" Willow and Buffy didn't get the joke.

"I'm not kidding. I passed his office earlier and he was reading his latest chapter to his wife."

"Weird." Buffy muttered. Suddenly, her watch alarm beeped. She jumped in surprise. "Aah! Oh, time for my appointment."


"Yeah. Snyder said that just because the old guidance counsellor died, doesn't mean I can get away with reneging on our deal."

"You still need to see a counsellor?" Xander asked, slightly appalled.

"Yeah." Buffy said. "That was part of the conditions."

"Well good luck." Oz said. "I hear he's nice."

"He looks like the guy from Chicago Hope." Xander said.

"You watch Chicago Hope?"


Buffy entered the Counselor's office. She found him sitting in at his desk, looking at her file.

Will Brennan glanced up at Buffy as she entered, and closed her file. He smiled at her and gestured for her to sit.

"Welcome Ms. Summers." he said. "How are you this fine day?"

"Oh, okay I guess." Buffy said.

Will took in her defensive posture, and the hesitant note in her voice. Not uncommon. He felt he should set her at ease.

"I think I should tell you that I've heard a lot of horror stories about you from Snyder." he told her. "But, while I have no doubt that there's a grain of truth to his accusations, all evidence points to the fact that you've stopped more fights than you've started."

Buffy felt a little better. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.


Xander surreptitiously looked around, putting on an act for himself, making what was about to happen seem more important. Charlie played along, both being pretty silly guys. And somehow they had both landed the hottest girls in school as their girlfriends. No one was truly sure how, least of all them.

"You got the stuff?" Xander asked him.

"Yeah," Charlie said, pulling a brown paper bag from under his coat. "You got the cash?"

Xander pulled a five dollar bill from his pocket, and they made the exchange.

"All right," Charlie exalted. "Dinner with Sarah here I come."

Xander reached into the bag and pulled out one of Charlie's Mothers' homemade cookies. It was an arrangement the two had made years ago in seventh grade. They weren't exactly friends, but they had an understanding. No one knew where Xander got the cookies, and Sarah never found out where Charlie was getting the money for their dates.


"Hey Willow!" someone called. The Redheaded witch in training turned to find a blonde girl coming towards her. "Hey Molly." she greeted.

Willow and Molly knew each other about the same way that most people knew each other in High School. By face, and sometimes by name. They weren't friends, not even really acquaintances. But they interacted every now and then.

Willow knew most people in school, since she was the one everyone came to for help in whatever class they needed help with. For Molly, it was history.

"Let me guess," Willow asked. "Revolution got you down?"

Molly sighed. "Just trying to keep them separate in my mind." she said. "Mind if I ask you some questions?"

"I deem you worthy of my training." Willow said sagely, then grinned. "What's the trouble?"


Cordelia spotted an old friend across the way, and headed over to talk to her. Sarah had been part of Cordy's clique until she'd started dating Charlie Big Nose. In tenth grade. Now that she was dating Xander, she found herself in the same boat.

Sarah didn't look surprised when Cordy came to talk to her, and she didn't look like she was holding a grudge either. For which Cordelia was glad.

"Hey Cordy." Sarah greeted calmly. "How are you holding up?"

Cordy decided to skip the small talk. "I need to ask you something." she said.

Sarah shrugged. "Shoot."

"What is it that keeps you and Charlie together?"

Sarah thought for a moment, then shot her old friend a wicked grin. "He's great in bed."

"Damn," Cordy thought. "Me and Xander haven't gone that far yet. So I'm still closer to an answer."


"So your wife supports you in this endeavour?" Oz asked Ronnie. Oz had a free period, or so he told Ronnie. Ronnie didn't believe him, but Oz seemed like a cool kid, so he forgave him the transgression. Ronnie was "walking perimeter" a phrase meant to make his routine more interesting, and Oz was accompanying him.

"For the most part." Ronnie told him. "But her patience is starting to run out."

To Be Continued…
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