*Because maybe other supernatural personas find the Scooby Gang intriguing, too*
Cupid breathed in the balmy night air and smiled as he waited for his lover to appear. Ah, Southern California. What's not to love? He surveyed the cemetary around him. The very air seemed to hum with power. Was this why she had chosen this spot? Mischief materialized beside him. "Isn't it great?" she cooed.
"I suppose it has that nice supernatural appeal, if you're into that sort of thing," Cupid said coyly. "Which I am."
"You must be wondering why I chose this place. Can you hear it? The siren call?"
"The Hellmouth, I suppose you mean, darling? Come on, I'm growing impatient, just pick out your presents and let me get going." He did love to indulge his mistress but there was always a lot of work to be done in his line of work.
"Witches and werewolves and vampires and slayers... the stories these tombs could tell..." Mischief traced a loving hand over a nearby gravestone.
"So that's why you chose Sunnydale this year, is it, darling? You want to wreak a little havoc with the things that go bump in the night?"
"I chose Sunnydale because this year is special. It's our anniversary, you know. You remembered, didn't you?" Mischief curled her lips into a pout and Cupid knew he had better play his cards right.
"Of course I remembered. And I'm glad you chose Sunnydale. It's perfect. Now, have you chosen your presents?"
"Mmm-hmm. A witch that loves a witch and vampire that loves a vampire."
"Right. So you want a witch to fall in love with a witch and a vampire to fall in love with a vampire. I'm sure I'll have no trouble..."
Mischief rolled her eyes. Men. "The witch already loves the witch and the vampire still loves the vampire. And I don't want love. I want lust," Mischief smiled seductively at Cupid for emphasis "with a vampire and a witch."