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Costume Caper Crisis

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Chapter 1: A Nightmare
Visits One Night

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Some days, Horatius
'Horus' Stone was worried about being a Journeyman Sorcerer let alone
how his membership in the Order of Shadows and the Order of Serpents
jaded his view even if he was almost seventeen even if the world
thought he was about to turn fifteen. Being A Hunter of Demons and
other Monsters in the service against humanity and An Assassinator of
Evil meant he was far too often surrounded by blood and gore in his
line of work. Was it any wonder that he found comfort in the
pleasures of the flesh? Three things in life calmed him down and they
were spilling the blood of evil, a relaxing drink and mind blowing
earth shaking orgasms. That he seemed to feel better if he reduced a
girl to a gibbering cuming wreck was a bonus for the girls in his
life.

Horus was resting in the
hotel room he was staying at since he had landed in Australia of all
places. It had been a bit of a trying time getting things settled. He
thought back to all the news his phone calls had brought. Some days
being a demon hunter magic user was a pain. That it seemed that he
would be training his friends or as most would call them his harem to
fight monsters professionally in the far too near future gave him a
worry. While a few had experience, they were not trained to a level
where he would feel they were safe at their current levels. Even
after the intensive physical training he had put them through.

Trish Mc Owen had called
and said that his girls were informed of his retrieval. She told him
that all of his extended harem had survived the accident and that if
he had any need for them they would arrange to be there for him. She
told him about her meeting her Lord's mates and vassals. He told her
which flight he would be on and she made arrangements. With her
having been a CPA and a PA, she was responsible for the running of
his household. Kasumi did not need to worry about anything that she
did not want to in regards to upkeep because of Bernard and Nabiki
had someone to better instruct her in the Art of Business. However,
Trish had not been chosen as his Voice.

Tendo Nabiki had been
introduced to at least the Vampires of San Francisco and as such she
accepted the responsibility as his Voice to the Mystic Races. She had
been introduced to the hierarchies in Tokyo they had been informed
that his household would have a domicile there. Amber had been
brought before them and Nabiki had responded in the old ways and
explained why Amber had been Forsaken. They agreed that she was not
deserving of sanctuary. The Master of Tokyo had been a Woman. She had
been a Night aspect Vampire very distantly related to Amber through
Obsidian.

Tendo Kasumi had been
inundated with messages from Gringott's and had pretty much started
to coordinate the arrival of his Wizarding Girls. It would be tricky
to get connections between his Home and England, but he trusted her.
Besides it would be good for them to meet each other in a proper
setting. The delegation would save all of them hassles later. Kasumi
had practically ordered the entire medical and Healers section of
Treasures & Tomes. There had been a minor scuffle with some guys
from England, but it probably would not be anything. They had
neglected to say who they were and so were tossed out. The only other
thing of note was that Parvati had ordered Talbot's two main books.
She suspected that it would be given to Hermione to give her a
non-wizarding view of the world.

Things with the Charmed
Ones were going well. Phoebe Halliwell had passed on her messages
that everything seemed so different in regards to Leo who had been
revealed as their Whitelighter. He had not been aware of the Mystics
and the Elders had threatened to bind their powers before they told
him it did not matter that they would learn different magick if they
tried. She had been practicing white chi-magick as it was the most
compatible with what they were using. She had said she would practice
being able to reach him. In the mean time, Pru would be arriving in
Japan to help oversee his purchases and so that things didn't go
wrong.

He had the night to
sleep while he waited for the plane the next day. He was hoping for a
quite night and had told the Senshi not to come and pick him up as
that would raise issues. He was planning on spending a night in the
dreamscape with all his girls. Seras Victoria slept during the days
in London which would equate to night here so they would meet in more
than daydreams. It would be nice to spend time with her and not going
over Hellsing reports.

He did have a momentary
wondering why he felt that having lost a complete uniform set when he
had been intimate with Ami at the gardens was giving him a sense of
unease. He had even had a SWAT badge on him at the time. Next time he
would put his clothes in storage and not leave them scattered around
the bushes. He had been a bit preoccupied at the time, but that was
no excuse to do something so stupid.

'It would be nice just
to spend time with them without any issues popping up,' he thought.
'Hope Murphy lets things go for once...'

There was a sudden flash
of energy and he fell asleep. His eyes had widened before he shifted
into REM sleep. For once he was not being pulled to the Dreamscape.

'Those responsible will
be very sorry if it causes my girls to worry,' he thought as his eyes
closed as he drifted off into the spell induced stupor. 'It was a
simple plan, why did it have to go wrong?'

********************

The next thing he knew
his eyes snapped open and he was standing on the streets of a small
American town. The smell told him that he was near the sea and that
the shear evil meant he had work to do. Whoever had summoned him
better have a good explanation or he would be most displeased. He
looked around and noticed what at first looked like little monsters.

After a closer look, he
noticed that they were possessed children. The spell was backed by an
external power. Some pissant Invoker had summoned a deity of some
sort to pull this off. Whichever deity had done this would most
likely be nursing their wounds for several centuries when he was done
and that did not include what his family would do for worrying them.
Even to the more evil let alone dark members of his family they were
not ones to desecrate children so.

Horus snarled as he
swept his hands around him a wave of power flowing off. He noticed
the lack of resistance. He quickly checked himself and found out that
his limiters were not there. He did not feel the pressure he would
normally have with them off. There was no threat of overload he
decided. He was cut loose here without his limiter and no chance of
overload. This was going to be fun.

He had a feral grin on
his face as he looked at the stunned and shielded children. The one
responsible for this prank would pay. He was unconstrained while he
was here and he would have to thank the caster personally.

'I know,' he thought
with an evil glint to his eyes. 'How about I show him what messing
with forces and powers beyond his ability has brought upon him.'

He had just decided to
go track down the one responsible when he was interrupted by what
looked to be a ghost. However she was not dead, but merely outside of
her rightful body.

"Xander!" A
woman dressed in what appeared to be a leather cat suit proceeded to
wave a slightly ghostly hand in front of him, "Are you okay?"

He looked at her and
said, "My name is not Xander. Xander is not here right now. My
name is Horus and what do you know of what is going on, girl?"

"Stop playing
Xander," the redhead said in an irritated tone. "It's not
funny."

"As I said, Xander
is not here right now. The spell affecting this town brought me here
and placed me in your friend's body. You mentioned a friend named
Buffy and that she is a Slayer. Where am I and what did she dress
as?" Horus asked her stiffly.

"You're in
Sunnydale, California, you are in the body of Alexander Lavelle
Harris and it seems as if we have been turned into our costumes. I
went as a ghost, Buffy went as an eighteenth century noblewoman,"
the redhead, a pretty one at that, started, but stopped as Horus
started to laugh maniacally almost cackling in front of her. "What's
so funny?"

He had cocked his head
to regard her when a relentless stream of run together words babbled
from her throat. He blinked he had gotten the gist of it. It was very
funny as he had met one of those Victorian noblewomen once; she had
been the human pet of the Master of New London. He was laughing a bit
like his uncle and the more villainous laughter had started sending
shivers of unease up the girl's spine before her question caused him
to stop laughing.

"Let me guess;
she's scared of her own shadow, completely useless and wants a big,
strong man to protect her?" Horus asked. When she nodded he
started laughing. "Sweet Progenitor. Dad always told me about
them. I only met one once and she was strange a complete docile
coward that was submissive almost to having no sense of self. Man not
even the girl's in Japan were ever that bad. It was just one of those
European things thankfully. Gods, I loved terrorizing that girl; she
was so easy to scare, well, easy in general, actually."

Whatever else he might
have said to her was cut off as part of her earlier statement
registered in his sober mind with the force of a hammer, "...
and it seems as if we have been turned into our costumes."

"Oh bloody fuckin'
'ell," he muttered. "Like I need this."

He wasn't really here;
whoever this Alexander was, he had the unfortunate honor of dressing
up as one 'Horatius Horus Stone', also known among the few Demons
that had fled from him who knew as 'Death's Right Hand' or 'Azrael's
Chosen', and now his body was inhabiting the spirit of said Sorcerer.

'Poor kid, I hope he
comes out alright from this,' he thought. 'Some of the nightmares
will be bad. Even if they hunt the weak demon trash that seems to
congregate here. That is nothing compared to the real threats. Kid
will probably puke when the memories of Rian or Skrill massacres hit
him.'

"BUFFY ISN'T EASY!"
The redhead screamed lividly. Were it not for the facts that she was
a ghost and the body he was had been even if possibly temporarily
Evolved into Homo Dominatus, then her look would have reduced his
borrowed body down to atoms. That was how much righteous feminine
anger had been summoned. If it had been in Nerima she would have
tried to send him on a one way trip through the earth's core to China
from the force of the strike she would have done.

Not like that would have
helped any as his Father would have yelled at him for taking a
vacation in the Netherworld again. Just cause he used to spend time
pestering the dead about training methods, his father thought he was
slacking off by not training when he was asking his questions. Then
again, the guy had considered answering questions while balancing on
a pole with weapons being flung at him with his mind being attached
as basic training. It was things like this that made normal people
think he was insane.

"Anyway," the
hot redhead said in a huff to get back on track, "Xander dressed
up as you, some kind of Hunter. Now, we need to go find Buffy before
she gets hurt. I mean normally I would say go help her out as she is
the Slayer, but with her under this spell..."

"Sure use a spell
as an excuse for her behavior. Of course she is easy! I have yet to
meet any girl ever those that swear to be lesbians that I have yet to
be unable to spend time with. Nothing personal, but why do you act so
self conscious? I mean you are rather attractive. Besides your
babbling is rather amusing and I prefer spending time with women who
are able to both entice the body and the mind," Horus said as he
looked at her body noticing that she had not realized what she was
wearing.

Willow started babbling
about Xander finally liking her as she flushed beat red from head to
toe. She suddenly remembered that his costume was skin tight. It
would appear that this possession would have made him even more
delicious with increase Xandery goodness. She was drooling as she
looked at him. Part of her mind wondered why she hadn't just clubbed
him and dragged him off when the night started. She had let him
dressed like that out to be seen by other girls what had she been
thinking.

'Hmmm... Xander in skin
tight leather,' she thought as her head started to resemble a glazed
over look of a hungry girl seeing a gourmet meal after getting off a
diet. 'Yummy! Now where is the chocolate when you need it?'

The rest of her thoughts
revolved peeling Xander out of those pants and covering him in
chocolate and then licking the chocolate off before he returned the
favor and then them going off like nymphomaniacs or ultra horny
teenagers. Though a rather large number of the fantasies started to
feature a blond joining in and the fantasies started into threesomes
and several seemed to indicate that she was bisexual. Then again,
even straight women sometimes imagine eating out a girl as they are
getting fucked and then being eaten out while the girl eating her is
getting slam fucked against her.

At the rather large
number of dominance and bondage scenes that were slowly making him
have a difficult time standing upright in his suddenly tight pants,
he decided he should interrupt. Maybe after making a mental note to
try a few after he has some free time and that some would definitely
be ones he tried out on his more submissive girls. Though some seemed
plain to him; really how strange is it to bugger a girl while she is
getting eaten out while using a crop on the girl eating her? Then he
remembered that he did not have a normal life so it was a bit strange
for normal people to think like that.

Before Horus could
interrupt her rather forceful projections of her fantasizing of what
she would do with his body, a scream pierced the night. He sighed
before he said, "Well, I think we've found her."

The moment she heard the
scream she started off in the direction of the scream as most of the
sexy thoughts were driven out of her head by concern. Well the ones
featuring a Buffy enthusiastically thanking her for saving her were
still there even if not ones she was actively thinking about. Some
people just should never force any one with telepathy or empathic
abilities to hear their disturbing thoughts. Willow was just one of
those that needed to get laid to get over the mental hang ups she
had.

Just before she ran too
far off, Horus turned his head to the sky and asked, "Really,
Auntie Bast, was that prank so bad as to do this to me?"

Willow blinked and
suddenly stopped as she heard that. 'Auntie Bast and his name is
Horus? Xander who did you dress up as?' she thought before another
scream caused her to run off again.

He thought for a moment
and tried to make contact with his host. In situations like this
information is critical. All he got for his trouble were images that
seemed like memories of that evening...

**********Flashback**********

Xander looked through
the bargain bin at Ethan's, determined to find something that would
make his own costume unique. At first he had wanted to go as a
soldier, but when some little kid had gotten the last of the plastic
guns just before he had, Xander had been forced to think quickly and
come up with something new on the fly.

"Might I suggest a
scholar yet also a warrior of some kind?" Xander jumped and spun
in the air, flatly ignoring the giggles coming from Buffy and Willow,
"Sorry, old son. I am Ethan, proprietor of this shop and I have
a deal for you as it is closing time."

He led Xander back to a
set of clothes with a sword, several daggers and a metal head band,
"This is a costume of a Hunter, of sorts, renowned for being the
bane of the demons and nightmare to those who harmed the innocent. If
I recall correctly, from the stories, is that he made a right terror
in Europe and Asia. That is one of the best demon hunters of the very
best and brightest of his generation. Supposedly he was even better
then Abraham Van Hellsing was in his day. I am willing to sell it to
you because you happen to have the right size and build for it, along
with the correct hair color, though I will have to add a temporary
tattoo on to your neck." Xander looked at the costume and then
heard Buffy's voice laugh and say, "Yeah, like Xander could ever
be a Hunter. Let alone a famous one." These words made him
stiffen in both anger and resolve and then look over at Ethan, whom
was frowning slightly at the comment, and then nod to Ethan.
"Excellent. Now, let us get that tattoo affixed."

********************

Joyce smiled at Xander,
who stood before her in a uniform of a rather interesting sort. The
leather pants and silk shirt hugged every bit of skin as if it was
painted on. She had licked her lips as she could see that he had
nothing between the pants and his skin and that the visible bulge was
not fake. She shook her head as she tore her gaze from his pants.

The jacket gave him a
look both rugged and authoritative and brought a blush to her face at
the fantasy that popped into her head of being disciplined by the
Authoritative Alexander. Her breathing had come faster as her skin
became flushed. Her eyes had dilated again and she had to blink
several times with deep breaths to get control. She wondered
momentarily why he hid his figure with baggy clothes. She looked up
to his head and relaxed for a moment at not staring at proof of her
daughters bleaching had rotted her brain.

The metal engraved
headband went over his forehead and gave him a militaristic look as
it outlined his eyes. Her gaze traveled down again as she forced
herself not to look at the shirt of pants that left nothing but skin
color to her imagination. She stared at the floor before bringing her
gaze back up. The boots went up his calves and hugged the muscles
there. She saw a strange set of cuffs on his belt along with a few
blunted daggers. His hands were gloved with symbols on them. The
thing that seemed odd and yet fit was a San Francisco SWAT badge on a
short necklace giving a bit of a special unit police officer vibe.

He looked just like one
as she stepped aside to let him in and trailed a look down his back,
wondering if her daughter was blind in passing up such a
delicious-looking young man, "So, Xander, going as an officer of
the law, I see... are those handcuffs real?"

Xander blushed lightly
at the tone she used and Joyce marked up a point, thinking that she
still had it, until he smiled slightly at her, "Why Joyce, if
you wanted to find out, all you had to do was ask me ... I'll give
you a very good demonstration on just how real they are. One I'm sure
you will enjoy..."

Joyce felt herself blush
slightly as he flirted right back with her and her daughter walked
down the stairs. Something that had made her feel like less of an old
maid.

"Mom! Stop flirting
with Officer Harris," the blond said in a huff. "I'm not
sure I'd be able to post your bail."

Her daughter was dressed
as a noblewoman and Joyce, while she was not sure why, knew there was
a man involved, especially with the way Xander rolled his eyes away
from Buffy. She really started to worry what kind of male would want
her precious daughter in something that tacky. If she found that the
man had decided to enact a cheesy romance scene as a form of role
play, she would castrate him. A part of her seemed to think that
whoever her daughter was wearing that thing for was using her little
girl. Hell hath no wrath worse than a protective mother and Joyce
would be as vicious as a dragon protecting her eggs if something set
off her maternal instincts.

"That's Detective
Harris to you missy," he said with a lop-sided grin. He smirked
wickedly at Buffy. "Don't worry, Buff, if I DID arrest your mom,
I'm sure we could find SOME way to ... work off that bail money."
He grinned at her a little more leering and Joyce felt her cheeks
burn just that much more as he walked up to her, "Two dozen of
her heavenly cookies would cover the first offense, but the
second..."

Joyce smiled as he
daughter gawked slightly and said in a rather husky and sultry voice,
"Xander, trust me, I'd give you MUCH MORE than mere... cookies."

He arched an eyebrow,
"Brownies?" She grinned at him a little more and he blushed
a little harder, "Ah, THAT ... be sure that you take some
vacation time off, Joyce, we may be ... detained."

"Okay, THAT'S IT!"
Buffy shouted as she came down the stairs the rest of the way and
pushed Xander back, "You, no flirting with my mom about sex-like
acts you'd try and perform on her. Mom, no flirting with Xander ...
He's flirt-less, of the non-flirting variety, protected under the No
Flirtage Protection Act."

Joyce arched her eyebrow
at her daughter's strange behavior. Her daughter was a little bit too
protective of him. Yet she seemed to ignore him. It was enough to
almost make her lock them in a room to get her daughter over her
stupidity issues. Maybe she had let her use far too much bleach and
it rotted her brains.

So rather curious, Joyce
decided to ask, "Buffy is there anything you want to TELL us?
You seem a touch protective of Xander... Like you are staking your
claim or something?" Buffy did not miss the subtle demanding
tone her mother used.

Xander, after hearing
this, just snorted before saying in sad subdued tone, "Yeah,
right... Joyce, I love your daughter like a sister even if she is
annoying at times. Sadly no, I have not only my pride, but also my
standards." Buffy gave him an injured look, a genuinely injured
look, which he ignored before he went on. "I know why she's
wearing that... Thing tonight, and for whom she is wearing it ...
Trust me, Joyce, no. Besides she considers me just one of the girls."
The last bit was said with such loathing it was palatable.

Joyce frowned slightly
at that, looking at Buffy, who appeared to be a second away from
bursting into tears, and then looked back at Xander. She came to a
conclusion and asked in a tone no male ever wants to hear a mother
ask, "Really? And whom is this person, precisely? What do you
think of him?"

Xander just snorted
again, but this time there was more than a little disgust behind it
as if he had a far greater loathing for whoever it was and said, "I
don't use that kind of language in front of ladies outside of the
bedroom where such words would be considered encouraging. Sadly we're
also on a timetable here so I would rather not waste the time trying
to express the unexplainable opinion I have of the guy. English lacks
the words to express my opinion on the matter."

This did not ease any of
her concerns. Her daughter was interested in someone that the rather
observant guy deemed by his attitude a waste of space. For some
reason, this made Joyce a bit leery of finally meeting this person.

'Maybe lending Xander a
shovel to knock him out and a blunt spoon to castrate the guy with
would be an appropriate action,' she thought. 'Buffy acts far too
much like Hank at times for me to be comfortable. I swear if she
becomes a use em and loose em person I will ground her for the rest
of her life.'

He poked his head into
the stairwell and bellowed, "YO, CASPER, GET YOUR
FRIENDLY-GHOST-BUTT DOWN HERE! HALLOWEEN. CANDY. BRATS OF ALL AGES
DUMPED ON US BY THE TROLL!"

Joyce frowned as she
heard a stumble from upstairs and then saw Willow walk down, with a
sheet on that had 'Boo!' written across it. Joyce knew that the girl
had a crush on her best friend, but was very afraid to try anything
with it; it was obvious from her body language. Still she was rather
oblivious in showing it in a way that he would understand. Guys were
dense and sometimes the girl had to practically tell him instead of
the guy understanding the hints. The girl would have to make a move
soon as her current methods would mean the first girl that acted
interested in him openly would bag him.

"How'd you know I
was going as a ghost, Xand?" Willow asked in a curious tone.

"Wills, if
anything, when it comes to Halloween, you're becoming predictable.
Lose the sheet and beat feet... hey, that rhymed!" Xander said
as he tried to get the girls to hurry up.

Joyce watched him
wrangle the two girls out of the house and off to the school and once
the door shut, she sighed and leaned back against it. Unlike those
two she had appreciated what his outfit had highlighted. It was
almost as if those two had blinders on to any change from what they
had defined him as.

'He is definitely not
one of the girls. If Buffy didn't take Xander as a boyfriend, and
SOON, I will have to take him as a boy toy. Letting an ass that nice
get away was a crime ... one that I don't intend to commit,' she
thought with a smile not realizing that she had actually whispered
part of it out loud. Suddenly her mind supplied something that she
had consciously overlooked as she had been focused on the way his
shirt clung to his defined chest and the way those pants seemed to
highlight his toned and tight ass. She had somehow not noticed that
he was wearing skin tight leather after leering at his ass and that
it had hugged him so tightly she could count his hairs. She was a
woman not a sexless object and as such she responded to the rather
sudden stimulus.

She had whispered
huskily, "No way would I let an ass like that go."

Xander had looked back
and caught the sound of her against the door. He had not noticed
consciously but he had heard her say, "He is definitely not one
of the girls... No way would I let an ass like that go."

He had then heard a
sound which he recognized as a woman as a vibrator was set to max and
she cried out her orgasm. Soon she was no longer mumbling a stream of
orgasm induced babble, but a rather loud bit of dirty talk describing
what she was visualizing in her fantasies.

Xander would have been
disturbed if he had heard what she shouted while the spirit
possessing him would only smile. A guy's confidence can be truly
bolstered by a MILF calling out his name as she gets herself off.

"Fuck ME! Xander!"
Joyce had shouted as she slumped against the door as the vibrator
hummed audibly as she came around it. "So goooood baby! Hmm...
That's it pound my pussy!"

**********End
Flashback**********

They were coming so fast
that he could barely get an impression of his friends and the general
gist of his life. The only ones that were discernible were of that
night when he picked the girls up and Ethan's shop. At least he now
knew where that outfit he had lost when he teleported home with a
naked Ami impaled on him had gone. He got the impression that this
Buffy girl was an idiot. Not that anyone dumb enough not to fight
with every tool at their disposal deserved to survive. That was why
they died so early. The impressions of Joyce made him think of Cissa
without the whole dead evil family thing. That Buffy thought her
mother deserved to be alone for loosing her asshole father was not
something that Horus could agree with. Joyce was a women who needed
to be loved and someone better keep her happy or else.

How the girl could
dismiss someone who, he got the impression of, had repetitively saved
her life just proved to him that Slayers were yet another screw up
from the Demon Wars. Why someone never realized that the slayer
essence was tainted he did not know?

'Wait a minute,' he
thought. 'The sign said it was 1997. I hate time travel. So I am two
years in the future. I know this is going to end bad. At least for
the most part my host has some sense in women, though why he seems to
have a love hate relation with that cheerleader is interesting. Why
he ignored the attractive redhead makes sense as she seems to need
someone to keep her out of trouble and he has been playing the fool.
Now Joyce, if only the bottle-blond looked half as good as she does.
Shame she seems like an anorexic model. Joyce needs someone. Despite
normal teenager beliefs, it is a given that adults even parents have
sex drives and ignoring it tends to be bad. Besides she is hot!'

Horus shook his head
clear of the distracting thoughts that Joyce had provided and headed
off to save her brain damaged daughter. Xander probably saved her
life so often for Joyce's sake and not for the bitches own. Really a
Slayer in love with a blood demon was disgusting; it would be like
him shagging a Chaos demon with all those slimy antlers.

********************

Spike looked at the
helpless Slayer, dressed as a noblewoman from, if he remembered
correctly, the eighteenth century; it had been a good time for
vampires to pick up noble blood from families, as Dru had told him,
but he'd never had the chance to find out himself, "Well, well,
well, what do we have here, Dru. It's the Slayer, all helpless."

Dru giggled behind him,
"She's all scared and unhappy, Spiky; she'll taste so good, she
will."

Dru started to prance
around but then stopped, looking as if she were listening before she
began to whimper then stiffen as her undead body broke out into a
blood sweat. She looked around her eyes darting to find an escape.
The demon in control of the body was far more aware of danger than
most demons would be as the body was not that of an ordinary person,
but someone with enough sensitivity to be aware almost having
prophetic insights. Those abilities had managed to be passed on for
the demon to at least partially access. Something was coming and it
was very dangerous; she had to run now! At the same time, the demon
felt something hold it there preventing it from fleeing as the
presence started to approach causing a sense of dread to tense the
body.

"What is it, luv?"
Spike asked her in concern. 'Dru never acts like this,' he thought.
'Only time she tensed like that was in Prague just before...'

"Miss Edith and the
stars say that he comes for us, Spiky. His scythe glistening with the
promise of unending suffering. He comes from the darkness to show us
True Death." She started to sway to an unheard tune,
sing-songing with a giddy grin on her face, "Death, Death,
glorious Death..."

Her eyes cleared for a
moment as she tried to escape the pull that prevented her from
running as fast as possible. The demon screamed inside her mind as
she felt the weight settle on her holding her in place. A Power
approached and resistance was impossible.

"Azrael's Own has
come for us," she whispered so low that even Spike did not hear
her. If he had he would have run like the Scourge was after him. The
guy made Van Helsing seem like a nice kind of rank beginner.

The demon again tried to
command her body but she could not resist the command that she felt.
A Master was here and no lesser undead like herself could withstand
the pull. Even the demon could not resist the nature of its host's
condition.

Horus had sighed and
followed the running girl quickly. He disappeared into the shadows
with a barely noticeable ripple. He found a blond emaciated girl in
an old dress being accosted by vermin. He looked at them and moved.
They felt a presence appear from the shadows that flooded them with
terror. They were paralyzed at the figure that appeared that they did
not even get to scream as they died. Their eyes had widened at the
sinister feel of the scythe. Their demons screamed as they were
shredded to be devoured by the Netherworld. Their spirits being
carried away by the death spirits swirling around him that salivated
at getting to feast on the spirits of blood demons. This time the
demon spirits could not escape to the Infernum. Their victims would
be aware of their tormentors suffering.

There were times that
Dru almost made sense to Spike, and this just happened to be one of
those times she made no sense to anybody. He had not changed much
when he became a vampire as he was an evil little shite in life; he
was still one in death. He had never studied the more arcane
knowledge of his kind and never honed his abilities to sense things.
Otherwise he would have known to run. He mistook the instinct for
being in the presence of a slayer, the poor daft sod. One would say
he deserved what was to come just for his stupidity and ignorance.

"Whatever. Come on
boys, tuck in," he said as he vamped out and made towards the
Slayer.

The cowering cunt
screamed making Spike grin and saunter forward, but he stopped when
he heard the distinctive sound of a vampire dusting. He shivered that
after screaming as if their demon was being torn to shreds when he
felt the ominous presence behind him.

"What in the bloody
hell is going on back there?" he demanded as he tried to bluster
his way out of this situation.

"I think you should
listen to your unbalanced friend there, Vermin," the voice said
from the shadows.

While it was familiar,
the voice was hard as stone and cold as ice. Spike looked wide eyed
as a figure stepped out of the darkness with a scythe in his hand and
dressed in a rather sinister way.

"I have come for
you," he stated simply.

"Look, Spiky, it's
He-Who-Commands-The-Silence. It's Death's Right Hand!" Dru
rushed up to the man and hugged him, never putting on her game face
or dropping her doll, Miss Edith.

Horus looked at her and
nodded his head in acknowledgment. He had even given the poor
multiply possessed corpse a hug. 'Poor thing,' he thought. 'To suffer
having to watch as her body was used like this.'

She looked at him with
childlike eyes and asked, "Have you come to tell us a story of
you and the Nightmares, Death?"

The person smiled sadly,
"Perhaps another time, beautiful." He kissed her cheek
sadly a slight tear in his eye. 'She has suffered so much,' he
thought as he looked at her. 'She deserves her peace.'

She had a happy look on
her face and her eyes were devoid of the demon's insanity. "Of
course, Lord of the Dead, we will meet again in a better place,"
she said with a bowed head.

'No you can't do this,'
the demon roared inside its cage. 'I will not be banished... That
scythe... No!'

'You will pay demon,'
the soul told the demon, 'and I will be free!'

He nodded at her and
gave her a look of understanding. 'She knows I am a Speaker of the
Dead,' he thought, 'but she acts as if I was a Master Necromancer.'

She bared her neck
readying herself for the blow that was to come. She had taken her
vows and as such could not commit suicide as it would have damned her
soul. She had tried to keep the child like demon from causing too
many problems.

"In the name of
God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal
damnation. Amen!" he intoned the Hellsing motto.

With that prayer said,
he swept his arm back causing the decapitation of Dru as his scythe
cleaved her head from her body. This was as he freed her tortured
soul from its cage of flesh. He looked into her eyes there staying in
her ashing form before she moved on. Her lips had a faint smile on
her innocent face.

"Goodbye Edith,"
he whispered with a slight shine almost tear in his eye. "May
your soul know peace."

"Thank you Azrael's
Chosen," was heard as she faded away. "I am coming home
momma."

"NOOO! DRU!"
Spike shouted in rage.

Suddenly, Spike found
himself charging forwards in a blind rage before anyone could stop
him, but it was then he realized his mistake as the figure
side-stepped and swung his scythe again. Spike collapsed in a heap
screaming in pain. He had been gutted in one stroke and it was not
healing. Instead of healing it had begun to rot as the wound rapidly
decayed spreading outward turning his skin grey.

"Really, William,
why you ever called yourself the Bloody when you were just a Bloody
Awful poet I will never know," Horus said as he looked at the
corpse.

He raised his scythe
above William and a light glowed before a dark and sinister shine
came from the blade. It seemed to be wreathed in flames made of
mouths and hands with eyes opening and closing. He swung it down
slicing from his shoulder to his waist across his chest. His eyes
snapped open and he screamed as he felt his soul being torn to
shreds.

"Rot in Hell,
William. You piece of shite. May the Demon Lords feast on your rotted
soul," Horus spat as he spit on the demons ashes.

After that, all Spike,
also known as William the Bloody, knew was that he had been denied
the blackness of eternal rest. All he would know was suffering as he
had been untainted by the demon and had done as he willed with the
demon only making him bloodthirsty for whatever was not his latest
infatuation. Few souls were denied admittance to the Netherworld.
William the Bloody Awful Poet would be one of the few mortal souls
that would suffer in the Infernum, the subsection of Hell where the
True Demons dwell.

********************

"Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust; Life is a party and girls are a must," he
quipped with a shake of his head.

Horus wiped his scythe
clean as the dust of the Billy Idol-wannabe swept past him and
through the ghostly girl, slightly saddened that the chap, a fellow
Briton even if he spent equal time in Japan, was gone.

'Far too few civilized
people are around nowadays in my opinion,' he thought. 'Shame though
that he was such a pathetic tosser.'

He looked over at the
Noblewoman and sighed, seeing her gibbering in shock and terror,
before looking up at the sky, "Is what I did back then so bad
that I get saddled with her? Come on Auntie, cut me some slack. It
was one lousy prank!"

He turned his head back
after glaring at her. The glare had caused the useless bint to shiver
and back into a wall before falling to her knees crying in fear. Her
eyes streaked with tears. Her fear became palatable to his senses. He
had to resist savoring the tangy scent as it was intoxicating. She
smelled a bit like a rabbit that a fox had gotten the scent of before
the rabbit scented the predator.

"You better not be
blaming me for stuff that happened that I have not done yet!" he
shouted to the heavens.

He took several deep
breaths to calm down. When he turned to the blond, she had recovered
enough to be threatening the redhead while calling her a harlot. He
was fed up with their whining and bellowed, "BE QUITE!"

They shut up instantly
and snapped their heads to look at him. The blond came close to
fainting as her slayer senses were informing the spirit in possession
of her body to run very quickly away from the threat or jump him. The
Slayer Spirit was a primal and feed, fight, and fuck were hard wired
into the system more so than in normal humans. Whoever this was
before her was powerful far more than herself; the spirit whispered
into the mind that any offspring would be strong. Willow looked
dumbfounded having never seen Xander so take charge. Both girls
gulped a few times before they had regained their composure. They
were breathing hard and their hearts were racing from the commanding
display.

"Now, Willow, where
is there a place that you can stay at safely while I deal with the
one responsible. No houses. I mean easily defensible locations,"
Horus said as he glared at her as his silky voice lowered her as she
became almost mesmerized. "I don't want to take risks after the
problems so far!"

She eeped from the shout
before stuttering out, "Library. Giles is there he knows what to
do."

"Lead the way,"
he commanded as the blond fell in behind him silent as she shivered.

Softer she whispered,
"and we need to tell him about Spike and Dru anyways."

'This man must be a
captain of the guard of some sort at the least. At times he acts like
a man of power and prestige, would father be upset that I had a
dalliance with the one to be my future betrothed? It is better to
obey than to make him angry as he is obviously in authority. At least
I know why he listened to the girl, she must be from here,' the
possessed girl thought. 'If I had not seen the look in his eyes, I
would have asked him directly and he would be annoyed. He seems to
expect absolute obedience more to a general or a king.'

The Slayer Spirit was
far simpler in its observation. It was almost animal like in its
behavior as it was a predatory spirit and loved the hunt. This was an
alpha and that attracted females like any other to the strongest
male. Now if only the stupid body would cooperate and mate with him
then everything would be right in its ideas.

They quickly made their
way towards the library with little interruptions. Horus was for once
not restrained and as such his hard earned power was unconstrained
and literally saturated the air in front of them making the air hazy.
Most demons ran away as they walked.

One idiotic leather clad
idiot had made an off hand comment about him being one of the girls
and why was Buffy following him before Horus had simply backhanded
him through a building. He had smiled as he heard the bones shatter
as he flew the building.

He glared at them and
said, "No more dawdling we have places to go. Ghost Girl, run
ahead as you are unable to be physically harmed."

She ran as fast as she
could to get away from him running past Cordelia being chased by a
giant dog. She had passed by before so she did not notice that the
dog had suddenly stopped and ran the other way. There was something
dangerous that way and Cordelia had not stopped running
subconsciously heading in its direction. Some distant part of her
mind said their was safety that way.

'Not that the spell I
cast to keep your body safe while you are gallivanting is something
you need to worry about,' he thought as he watched her run.

Sunnydale High

Rupert Giles, Watcher,
librarian and former chaos worshiper, spat his tea over the desk as
Willow ran through the wall like it was a perfectly normal thing to
do. He would have had a more exuberant action, but he was British and
that just would not be proper. Not that Willow running as if every
vampire on the Hellmouth was after her would be normal.

"Willow, what the
devil..." he said before trailing off.

"No time!"
Willow cut in with uncharacteristic sharpness. "Everyone has
been turned into their costumes for the night," she said curtly,
"We NEED to stop it now!"

"Calm yourself for
a moment, now how did you come to this conclusion?" Giles said.

"Did you not SEE me
run through the wall?" she asked frustrated.

Giles narrowed his eyes
and said, "That I did, there is however no need to be quite so
rude about it."

Willow took a few long
breaths before saying, "Sorry, it's just that Xander in his
current guise is driving me up the wall!"

'I just wish that Xander
would flirt with me like whoever possessing him was,' she thought to
herself. 'It's a good thing that Buffy is not aggressive or she would
have jumped him. Her mom was bad enough at going after MY Xander!'

"Who did he go as,
and for that matter where is Buffy!?" Rupert asked.

"A Hunter of some
sort, supposedly the best since Van Helsing. He carried a scythe and
killed Spike and Dru like they were minions. Buffy is following him
around like a cowed puppy since she seems to be a medieval lady,"
Willow said.

'Hurry up Giles,' she
thought. 'Lady Useless might try to make herself useful to the big
strong man that saved her.'

"Scythes are not
used by most Hunters in the world since it is shorter than a sword in
reach any more descriptions to go on?" Giles asked.

'It just can't be him,'
he thought. 'The odds of Xander dressing as him is astronomical.'

"The scythe seemed
to be wrapped in black flames and when he used it the vampires
screamed before dusting. He was also wearing a metal band on his
forehead with a ying-yang emblem on it," Willow said.

'He seemed so
in-charge,' she thought. 'If Xander acted like that every damn women
in this school would be sniffing around him.'

"Anything else you
can remember?" Giles asked hoping that something would disprove
his thoughts. "Did he tell you his name or something?"

"He introduced
himself as Horus," Willow said causing Giles to become even more
apprehensive. "Oh yeah Dru called him
'He-Who-Commands-The-Silence' and 'Death's Right Hand'."

"Any other name you
can remember to help narrow it down," Giles asked without
showing how desperate he was for it not to be him.

'I just don't want it to
be him here,' he thought. 'The Council does not need his attention
again. If that prat Travers had not called every favor he had in, we
would have been slaughtered like sows!'

"Oh yeah! She also
called him 'Azrael's Chosen' before she finished dusting,"
Willow said after a moments thought.

Giles dropped his book
and sunk into his chair his eyes had widened comically before
stuttering out, "Good... Lord... He's... Here!"

He had a panicked look
completely failing to keep his British constitution. He was able to
just barely resist curling up in the fetal position or more likely
the Duck and cover position. He was panicking worse than the codex
prophesies.

'The bloody bastard is
here!' he thought full of fear. 'Fucking hell whoever did this spell
is going to get us killed! Bugger this, if he finds out what the
Council has been up to it's time to pucker up and kiss our arses
goodbye!'

"Giles! Who is he
that you are acting like this?" Willow asked. 'What would make
him act so unlike Giles?' she wondered.

Giles took a deep breath
and literally downed a mostly alcoholic tea before saying, "Azrael's
Chosen is one of the most dangerous Hunters on the planet. Standing
orders are to avoid him at all costs. Rumors in The Demon Underworld
have him placed as the most dangerous hunter in centuries. The
Watchers went to retrieve a potential under his protection. When the
council tried to use force to retrieve her, he slaughtered them. No
that pales compared to what he did. He threw their very souls into
one of the most horrible places possible."

"Where Giles?"
Willow asked in fear.

'If this person is in
Xander's body what do we do?' she thought.

"Demons avoid that
dimension like the plague. None will ever mention its name it is so
ingrained to avoid even thinking of it.," Giles said with a far
off look in his eyes. "The Council afterwards decided not to
antagonize him when the Queen herself said any action against him
would lead to a rather painful execution. He also has trained several
hunter teams around the world. Last I heard he had an all girl team
in Japan, The Nightmares of Nightmares normally just called The
Nightmares. Rumor has it that he is to never be approached by a
Slayer as they would defect. He supposedly is always bothered by
women trying to be intimate with him."

"He's running
around in Sunnydale in Xander's body?" Willow asked concerned.
"We have to do something!"

'Damn it,' she thought
as she was working through all these conflicting emotions. 'Buffy
would jump him since she does not have Angel on the Brain. Hell!
Cordelia would jump him since he is not acting like Xander.'

"There is nothing
we can do about him directly," Giles said. "We need to deal
with what brought him here."

"I don't like it
Giles," Willow said with frustration of the situation she was
in.

'If I was solid, I would
drag him off and that way I would get some Xander-shaped loving and
keep him away from the others,' she thought. 'Hell Giles makes it
sound like he could almost convince Cordelia to go down on a girl
cause he asked. Wait a minute why am I thinking that? I should have
just worn this costume without the damn sheet over it.'

Giles nodded, "I do
not like it either, now; where did you get you're costumes?"

"Ethan's"
Willow replied.

"Ethan's..."
Giles said trailing off his face becoming set, "Where, perchance
is this shop?"

Willow looked a little
worried at the expression on his face but otherwise ignored it and
replied, "I'll show you"

"No!" Giles
said sternly, "Just tell me and get back to Buffy and the
others."

Willow nodded and set
out to do just that. There was no way she would let him be alone with
Buffy.

********************

Horus was meanwhile
dealing with the cheerleader, Cordelia he remembered, acting a bit
off. Still he had to lead them to safety so he kept going toward the
Library. The sane demons were avoiding him. A few Fyarl demons proved
to be idiots and were quickly left as rotting chunks of demon flesh.

They made it to the
library unscathed, but neither Willow nor Giles were there anymore.
Horus noticed that some idiot had placed a damn near open invite at
the entrance. Since he despised blood demons as well as cowards and
the combination even more so, he erected some decent wards over the
library. It would keep the trash out as well as the coward.

'That will keep that
coward out,' he thought. 'Now to convince them their safe so I can
check on Joyce and make sure her house is similarly warded.'

It had been really easy
to convince them. He had barely needed to kiss them and they were
wiling to do whatever he said. Maybe kissing them with a slight
caress causing them to pass out form a deliciously intense orgasm was
cheating, but it did make them much more agreeable. Alls fair in love
and war after all so he didn't give it a second thought. He
accidentally forgot how much their resistance would be lowered to
social mores as a result. He should have realized that the Slayer
Spirit would be far more in control of the body do to the animalistic
lust that was building in both girls.

Horus made it outside
and started to move with a grin at the demons that seemed to be
littering the place. It had been a while since he had listened to any
thing when he got to fight. So often he just listened to music when
he sparred. He wondered if he could see one of their more shocking
concerts. They were a relatively cult band at this time. It was one
of his little guilty pleasures, besides who would expect a demon
hunter to listen to a song called, "Eye Lived As A Devil,"
anyways?

(I want to live yet you
deny, all hope for me out in the sky)

He moved with his blade
slicing at every demon that came close. They fell to the ground
shaking as they died from the wounds. Every enchanted child was
knocked out with a quick thunk to the neck. A small bubble of
protection surrounded them and would keep them out and safe until the
spell was ended.

(I want to see
everything, but all you let me see is nothing)

His head was bowed and
his eyes closed. Suddenly his left arm snapped out and a metal tail
slammed into a Polgaran demons head before retracting with its head
with the eyes ripped out. Then he flicked to rip out the spine of the
demon attempting to sneak up behind him. Their eyes were vacant and
glassy when the heads hit the ground. He opened his eyes devoid and
vacant of any expression.

(You say what I want to
do is evil, for these things you call me a devil)

The swirling of the tail
spun through a horde of blood demons leaving them as just so much
dust in the wind. They tail gripped their possessions as it moved.
There was no reason to let their stuff dust with them was there?

(To your claim I am
evil, at least I know Eye Lived As A Devil)

His eyes flashed to
black and he danced through the low grade demon trash leaving bloody
bits scattered as they were flung away from the force behind the
weapon cleaving them apart. The very ground was saturated from the
blood fountaining from their dismembered bodies.

(You say I'll burn in
Hell, at least I know Eye Lived As A Devil)

Fire formed in shapes
that were dancing about him. Ethereal beauties danced with monstrous
forms of giant animals. Suddenly they flung themselves at the next
group of minions encountered reducing them to burning chunks that
quickly were reduced to ash from the heat. They had screamed as they
burned alive. His eyes were red and seemed to burn with a sinister
fire as they burned. The fire danced in his eyes as the screams
resounded the town.

(When you die you say
you'll go to heaven, and you'll be in paradise)

He was moving quickly
chasing down a group of demons. The screams of the running demons
caused him to smile as they were cut in half. They fell to the ground
cut from head to their legs. Internal guts visible as the blood
gushed from the bisecting slashes until it soaked the ground.

(When I die, you say
I'll go to hell and that I'll be in eternal agony)

A group of ugly demons
that looked like emaciated rats with very long bones attached him.
They made sounds that were like the gnawing of wood by a thousand
beavers. They screamed or more like chattered in agony as they were
impaled on the moving metal chains. A cloud of blood and bits rained
from the sky a the chains whipped around spraying gore and blood
dripping from the blades.

(Since Eye Lived As A
Devil, at least I know as a devil I've lived)

He moved knocking out a
pirate before kissing the girl he had saved. She pulled him tight as
she deepened the kiss. Her hands roamed over his body until she
grabbed his ass and pulled him against her grinding herself against
him. They were kissing until she collapsed against the wall panting
to get air into her lungs. Her moans filled the alley as he started
to kiss her neck and worked his way down.

(I want to live yet you
deny, all hope for me out in the sky)

He kissed her open
breasts as she leaned against the wall panting from arousal. His head
was soon under her skirt and she was screaming out how good she felt
before she slumped down after drenching his face. She was soon
kissing him with abandon as her tongue seemed to be licking her juice
from his face.

(I want to feel
complete, but all you'll let me feel is empty)

She was pulled up
against the wall as he pulled her mouth from his dick with her eyes
glazed and her tongue licking her mouth as she savored the taste of
him. His hands worked over her as he slid against her before entering
her. She was against the wall as he fucked her. She was looking at
him as if she had just found out chocolate was good. Her legs gripped
him as she kissed him as he ground inside her.

(You say my thoughts
came from the devil, for this you call me evil)

He was dashing through
the streets flicking his living whip at the demons as he went by. She
had a grin on her face as he ass bounced and her pussy was rubbed as
he moved. His hand was gripping her as he worked his fingers inside
her causing her to moan.

(To your claim I am a
devil, at least my life was full when I was evil)

Joyce, Amy and Horus in
the Xander-shaped body moved on the bed. Amy had jumped at the chance
for sex again as she was still horny as all hell. Joyce had been
aroused when they got there. She had been using a vibrator when they
showed up. Things had quickly gotten intense from there.

They were resting in a
heap on the bed. Joyce had been licking the comatose Amy trying to
wake her up. Not that she had been that undistracted or even coherent
from the fucking she had been receiving. Far to soon they were passed
out sleeping. He kissed them and left. He had to pick up Cordelia and
Buffy; they had been a bit more than distracted when he left.

Horus headed back to the
library for a bit. He had run across Joyce and Amy and that had been
fun. He had left them passed out in Joyce's bedroom. They would not
be moving and he had an excuse as sex magic was about the same
strength as blood when erecting wards. Ok so they were going to be
more likely to randomly have sex do to the wards having a sensual
feel to them.

He made it to the
library and moved them into a circle around Willow's unoccupied body.
They had been doing their best to strip him when he came in. He
managed to focus after the rather hot kiss with Cordelia. It had been
difficult since the Slayer Spirit had been brought to the fore
turning the body of Buffy Summers into a horny little thing that was
acting almost like a bitch in heat. She had actually latched on to
him trying to make sure he was ready to take her as he was being
kissed by Cordelia. So he had to focus as he was being French kissed
by a cheerleader who was rubbing herself against him as a Slayer
tried to swallow his erection whole. He groaned as he let himself
fill her mouth removing from his dazed state to get them out of
there.

With a flash they
appeared in Joyce's bedroom. The two horny girls did not pay any
attention to the slumping silly smiling sore ladies. Buffy's body was
far too occupied with trying to inhale his scent and was going to
make sure she was scent marked completely. She had tasted him and
could easily follow his scent anywhere.

He was soon rather
intimate with the girls and things were progressing marvelously. The
Slayer Spirit had behaved submissively when Cordelia had pulled her
off his cock. She had tried to make it up to what the spirit felt was
the alpha female mating with the alpha male by lapping at them. Maybe
they would consent to letting a mere beta like herself bare the
alpha's pups or at least properly show her submission?

No one even thought of
stopping when a red haired apparition had run in and started trying
to berate them for their behavior. He was having fun being the center
of attention of the girls. He was leaning back as the blond was
riding him with a completely blissful smile on her face.

Joyce and Amy were
cleaning Cordelia up as she was writhing in their embrace. Horus's
eyes managed to lock with the ghostly red head that was doing her
best to get off while watching the going ons. Her eyes were a mix of
frustration at not being able to join in and lust from watching them.

'The moment she gets her
body she is going to jump somebody,' he thought. 'Does she realize
that she is gazing at the girls as much as me? Doesn't matter to me
if she plays both sides gives me less to worry about.'

Amy and Joyce had just
grabbed the slumping Buffy and were going to repeat what they did to
clean Cordelia up. They were still too sore for another go again for
a little while more. Cordelia had a confused look on her face as she
missed sinking herself on him again. She did not let the moment of
discomfort stop her and she was soon bouncing her ass on him as he
played with her.

He had just let go
inside her when she slumped down and a flash of light happened. He
floated there for a moment and saw the red head jump up and inhaled
the cock she had just uncovered. He saw her bury her face to lap at
Cordelia as she impaled herself on him before the room faded from his
view. The rest of the girls had shook off the spell ending and kept
going at it.

'Xander,' he thought as
he faded away. 'This is going to be a night you will never forget.
Enjoy the lessons and skills I left you...'

***************************

Horus woke up with a
start in his hotel room. He had sat up his eyes snapping open as he
wondered if it had been a dream or maybe a momentary vision of the
future. He turned his head and saw that Setsuna was there looking at
him. He did not like the look in her eyes. It meant it had not been a
very strange dream. He had been hoping that it had been. The stress
would have been less.

He sighed and looked at
her.

"I take it you need
to block my memories so that I don't create a paradox huh, Set-chan?"
Horus asked her. "It was an interesting experience dealing with
a Slayer that was not one of the Councils lap dogs."

"Sorry, Commander,
but that was your orders," she said as she started to block his
memories of that night. "A commander must be subject to the
chain of command and cannot override a command for personal reasons."

"I know it is just
frustrating having a chance to better things," Horus said. "I
hate time travel, Set-chan. It causes nothing but trouble."

"I know Commander.
We do what we must though. I will block the memories. Do you mind if
I spend the night?" she asked him. "It has been a while
after all."

"No, I need
something to occupy the space otherwise I will remember it too soon,"
Horus said. "Pity it was a fun adventure. Remind me to call
Xander when we catch up to see how he handles the aftermath. Besides
co-opting their Slayer will be fun."

"Of course, now
lean back and let me do all the work," Setsuna said as she
quickly put her mouth to a much more pleasant task.

Soon his mind was
occupied by more pleasant things than a night several years in the
future. He had a thought that Xander should really go out and get
laid before he became to uptight. That thought vanished as he let go
and let her have her way with him.

***************************

Chapter 2: Thoughts
During Possession

***************************

There was a sudden sense
of dizziness and then Xander could not move. He felt his body moving
without his control. He felt his body turn to look around and things
were quite different. Xander felt that all the aches and pains that
he had been laughing off faded and that he felt a rush of strength
and his senses sharped even more than when the Hyena had possessed
him. Xander was aware of the emotions that the spirit possessing him
had. He felt the confusion when his body flared his nose and th salt
air filled his sense of smell. His body looked around and saw the
children turned into their costumes and he felt his gaze bore into
them before he was flooded with a sense range and righteous anger
that he had only felt once in his life and that was when Willow was
kidnapped when Buffy walked into an obvious trap.

Xander did not expect
the sudden rush of power through his body or the almost orgasmic rush
that came with it. He was shocked that the spell on the kids had
dissipated and that there was a glowing bubble surrounding the kids.
The next emotion that assaulted him was confusion and then a rush of
dark humor. He realized that if he could hear the thoughts of the
spirit he would probably be thinking similar thoughts to his on what
to do to the bastard that caused this although he had felt a sinister
undertone that made him realize that the guy possessing him was far
more creative than he was. The guy would probably not loose sleep
over tying his dad up and leaving him for the vamps. Xander was not
sure if that thought comforted or terrified him.

He felt his head turn to
the side at the feel that had actually conveyed confusion at a spirit
that felt dead and not dead. If Xander had been in control of his
body he would have gulped before feeling his pants tighten until they
were painful. Here was Willow and dressed in something out of a wet
dream.

'Willow in a skin tight
leather cat suit,' Xander thought. 'She looks like Catwoman or more
like a porno version. She has been my best friend since forever and I
did not know that she looked even better than Buffy under those
frumpy clothes. Demon it had to be a demon that caused Wills to hide
herself like she has because if she had not then she would be the mot
beautiful and Cordelia her Harmony.'

The next thing he felt
was the humor at what Willow had said to him. The guy was trying not
to smirk at the irritation he heard in Willows voice. He bantered a
bit with Willow trying to find out things. The moment that he heard
what Buffy had gone as the guy had started laughing and it was spine
chilling villain laughter. Xander was aware that the guy was doing
his best not to fall to the ground laughing he found it that funny
especially when Willow asked what was so funny.

He had suddenly stopped
laughing and Xander felt the rush of shock followed by sympathy.
Xander wondered what the guy could have seen to feel that for him
being here then he remembered the guy was a demon hunter and had
probably seen even more than he had. He had a definite sense that if
he was able to see the guys thoughts that whatever it was had given
him a feeling of revulsion worse than when Jessie had fallen on his
stake.

Willow shouted and
Xander was amused by the guys amusement at making Willow that red.
Xander had to admit that a flustered Willow was really a sight to see
and far more than cute at that. Then the guy flirted with Willow
causing her to flush and go into babble mode. Xander was there in
shock that Willow who looked damn hot liked him liked him. He was
wondering how he could have missed it before he realized that she had
been treated as one of the guys by him and Jess similar to how Buffy
treated him like one of the girls. Xander's thoughts were jarred as
he saw Willow go non verbal as she looked at him like he was a cut of
beef. The next thing he knew was that Willow was flustered and that
even if she was non-corporeal right now he could smell that she was
aroused and that the guy was amused by that.

Then things got strange
and while Xander could not hear the guys thoughts he was given a
front row to the ones coming from Willow and he was quite shocked at
what she was fantasizing about. So Xander was floating wherever he
was in shock at what happened next.

'Hmmm... Xander in skin
tight leather,' she thought as her head started to resemble a glazed
over look of a hungry girl seeing a gourmet meal after getting off a
diet. 'Yummy! Now where is the chocolate when you need it? Now let's
peel Xander out of those pants and cover him in chocolate and then
lick the chocolate off before he returns the favor and then we going
off like nymphomaniacs or ultra horny teenagers as we cum together
again and again.'

Xander was shocked at
the next string of fantasies. Although that was because a rather
large number of the fantasies started to feature a blond joining in
and the fantasies started into threesomes and several seemed to
indicate that she was bisexual. Xander was shocked that Wills also
fantasized about Buffy. It seemed off that some of the threesome
fantasies were ones that he had pushed down. Then again, even
straight women sometimes imagine eating out a girl as they are
getting fucked and then being eaten out while the girl eating her is
getting slam fucked against her or that was what he had read.
Although Xander was confused by the fantasy where he is screwing
Will's ass while she is getting eaten out while using a crop on the
girl eating her out who is more often Cordelia in these fantasies.

Xander was distracted
from these daydreams by a sudden scream which brought his thoughts
back with clarity as he thought, 'Buffy!' Then Willow had a sudden
thought spike of Buffy enthusiastically thanking her for saving her
even if most of her mind ignored that and thought about saving her
while the naughty Willow was thinking other things entirely.

Xander felt a flash of
annoyance and then a sudden rush as the guy tried to contact him.
Xander shook his head feeling like his mind had just been put in a
blender set to max. when his mind righted itself he felt a crystal
clear recollection of Ethan's shop getting the costume and his
flirting with Joyce. As he went over the memory now he flushed and
was shocked at what he had not heard yet had.

'I cannot believe that
Joyce said, "He is definitely not one of the girls... No way
would I let an ass like that go.",' he thought. 'Then to make
matters stranger she did that afterwards. I feel both disturbed yet
more confidant that Joyce did that while calling out my name. Her
saying, "Fuck ME! Xander! So goooood baby! Hmm... That's it
pound my pussy!" will be one of my treasured memories. If only
Buffy would not kill me or at least not until afterward I could die
happy having been with Joyce the Goddess of MILFs. Then again how
would any guy feel having heard one of the most gorgeous women he
knows masturbating with a vibrator humming like that.'

Xander was sitting there
in his head thinking about what he just learned when a strange figure
popped into existence in front of him. Xander blinked as it was the
guy he had dressed as. Before Xander could say something the guy had
held up his hand to stop him.

"Now Xander as you
should be aware Big Me tried to communicate with you but that did not
work," the guy said. "Now the reason I am here is that mos
likely the changes will sick with you over the spell ending. Now so
that you don't say accidentally kill some one like Buffy almost did
when she got her strength, I will be leaving a nice How To Manual so
that does not happen. Now I suggest you sit back and enjoy the ride.
Big Me is currently processing those two memories and enough bits so
he doesn't say accidentally cause any more damage than necessary. I
will say that he is rather disgusted by the whole Buffy-Angel thing.
Really a Slayer with a demon animated corpse just seems ick. Right
first off Angel and Angelus are not vampires they are just demons
with delusions and blood demons at that."

Xander looked rather
confused at this but was interrupted before he could voice his
confusion.

"Right your
confused so let's deal with the base things," the guy continued.
"First off the whole the world began as a a hell and the demons
were cast out to make way for man is bullshit. Man was here then the
demons came and spread like rabbits in Australia. They are not native
and they are delusional to think so. After ages of demons hunting the
remnants of humanity ho managed to form loose villages of survivors
there was a plan. The boss demons were immune to physical, magical
and mundane damage individually. I see you get it if you hit them
with combinations they went down. The problem was that it took years
to train fighters with those skills. Now to explain how such a risk
as was done was needed you need to understand this. Humanity had
spread across the stars sort of like B5 in the way the politics was."

Xander looked wide eyed
at proof that Willow was wrong and aliens did exist even if it seemed
more like business as usual between the groups.

"Now humanity has
been abandoned by our allies and trapped with demons infesting every
human and some non human worlds," the guy said in a rather cold
voice. "What would they do when extinction was what the demons
wanted? Once we were all gone they would be uncontested that this was
now theirs. So they hatched a plot. Prophecy said they were destined
to be the last of humanity even the Powers and Gods had abandoned us
to our fate. Now as you know humans are not the type to just crawl
away and die."

Xander was nodding his
head along with this. It was much better than Giles speech although
he wondered why there was no mention of the Slayer.

"Right the Slayer
thing happened later and despite what the Wankers Council says Slayer
have not always been here as long as demons and were in fact a total
SNAFU and FUBAR plan that a bunch of self important blow hards came
up with after the war was over," the guy said with contempt for
the council showing. "Back on topic there were teams that
specialized in magic some in the type of Kung Fu martial arts like
the movies the whole DBZ thing if you saw it and spiritualists such
as priests and priestesses to deal with the immaterial problems as
well as apparitions. Now then these demons above the foot soldier
level required combined attacks and each level up required more
power."

Xander wondered why they
did not train some to use multiple types so that more fighters would
be available.

"Now why did there
not be a group that could combine those energies internally you might
wonder," he said. "Well that is simple at more than two
types they tended to cancel out. Now from what impression Big Me got
you are not that into the hard sciences but love comics?"

Xander nodded at that.
'I love my comics,' he thought.

"Right simply put
the energies are not complimentary sort of like why Superman does not
wear a Green Lantern ring you know?" the guy asked.

When Xander nodded he
continued, "Now there had to be a way around that. So they tried
a volunteer breeding program where those that had two types of
energies had kids. It worked somewhat but not enough. So a ritual was
used. Right rituals can do things that spells cannot. That is the
difference. Now where was I, ah yes! The rituals worked to find a way
to allow mixing of neutralizing energies. The specifics don't matter
suffice it to say a new form of energy was developed that mixed them
yet a balance was required. That being the void as it were. This
would be easier if you paid attention in chemistry. Right new form of
magic users that could do the priest thing and the way powerful
martial arts thing. Demons get beat down most die the rest mostly
flee brings you up to now. Bunch of magic guys thought their plan was
good empower a fighter to physically adapt to any fight. The whole
what does not kill me makes me stronger thing. That was the whole
Slayer thing. Group changes name looses themselves and become
centered in controlling their tool and become the Watchers Council.
Now that all the unpleasant crap is out of the way I think you will
like how things go. That being most demons will die that cross your
path and your friends will most definitely not die as Big Me would so
kick their asses."

With all that said the
guy disappeared leaving Xander again. Strangely enough the whole
encounter had taken far less time than he had thought. Although
Xander was now reclining on a seat that was too comfortable to exist
in the real world and had a giant stack of Twinkies next to him in
addition to a bottomless popcorn and soda, he was shocked at what
happened next. A sound reverberated across the room of something that
should not have reached him as he had only Willows thoughts and the
guys emotions flaring besides the midget chibi form of the guy who
had talked to him.

"At least for the
most part my host has some sense in women," resounded like a
shout. "Though why he seems to have a love hate relation with
that cheerleader is interesting. Why he ignored the attractive
redhead makes sense as she seems to need someone to keep her out of
trouble and he has been playing the fool. Now Joyce, if only the
bottle-blond looked half as good as she does. Shame she seems like an
anorexic model. Joyce needs someone. Despite normal teenager beliefs,
it is a given that adults even parents have sex drives and ignoring
it tends to be bad. Besides she is hot!"

"Woah," Xander
said. "HE is right. Joyce is damn hot!"

With that said Xander
relaxed to watch the show. Horus he remembered had just vanished into
a shadow to appear in the alley behind a bunch of vampires sneaking
up on Buffy. Xander was cackling as the scythe slashed out dusting
vampires in a rather amusing in a sickening way. His eyes were
bulging as he saw what was in front of him. Her soul had been trapped
in her body when she was turned but had no control. That was just not
right as the soul was supposed to be booted out and the corpse used
by the demon.

"Miss Edith just
hugged me!" Xander shouted. "Man does he feel sorry for her
and I do as well."

Xander felt the tear as
she dusted and was shocked that her soul lingered for a moment to say
goodbye. Xander was impressed by the motto.

"In the name of
God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal
damnation. Amen!" he intoned. "I like it. Wonder what group
uses it since it is fitting."

Xander watched as his
body gave Spike a beat down than taunted him. The sinister feel of
the Scythe had caused him to shiver and the things that were there
were not something he had encountered in research sessions. The last
quip had been funny Xander had to admit that. The dark humor was
rather amusing and soon Xander was laughing as he saw the look on
Spike's face before he dusted.

"Serves you right
Billy Idol," Xander said. "Now if we gave Dead Boy a beat
down life would be good."

"Man Buffy is so
whiny right now," Xander said. "Can she ever shut up.
Really and the starved look so does not work for her. Huh sending
Willow ahead since she cannot be harmed right now is a good plan"

Cordelia had run up to
them and started ranting. It was odd how easily she agreed to follow
to the library though. Xander was confused that she was looking him
over like Willow had and Buffy currently was. Why is it that he only
got their attention if they were demons or he was possessed ti just
did not seem fair to Xander. He looked on in shock as what few demons
they ran across sprinted away like rats. Well except a Fyarl demon
that was dealt with a casual ease and he had not even stopped
walking.

They made it to the
Library quickly, but no one was there although there was signs that
Giles had left and Willow probably went to try to find them. Xander
felt the rush when the guy put up some wards and the smugness that
permeated his mind made him barely hear the whisper before it caused
Xander to laugh again. Dead Boy being barred from entering the
library as well as most demons was just hilarious. If they had that
before they would never been kidnapped that time. Although it caused
Xander to wonder why they never secured the library with mystical
means.

Xander was slumped
panting in his seat after the kisses he had just felt. He never
expected Cordelia to kiss like that and Buffy had been wow. That he
got to feel them nicely so offset the hyena memory as this was
willing Buffy. For some reason he was sad that he had to go, but
Joyce was home and all this was going on so he did not feel to bad
that he needed to help her and the two were safe behind those wards.

"I never thought I
would be killing demons while singing," Xander said. "Still
it is a catchy tune. Though have the tootsie pop jingle in my head
only it is how many ways can you kill a demon. Woohoo! Give Larry a
good punch! Holy fuck what is Amy doing? She is not possessed she
even called me Xander."

Xander was slumped in
the chair as he felt everything his body was while with Amy. He was
feeling the rush of making out with Amy and it was great. Her hands
were everywhere and he was kissing her like he had hoped that he
would be able to. Soon enough he broke the kiss and she was panting
before she started moaning from the way that his mouth, hands and
tongue were working her over. Xander was a bit on tilt as he was
getting the sensations of suckling on Amy's breasts like only a horny
teenager can feel. Xander's eyes were wide as he felt a glazed look
overcome him as his body started to work lower before he tasted Amy's
pussy and his tongue was lapping it up like syrup. Amy had just
slumped a bit as she flooded his face. Xander felt his tongue lick
his face clean and lapped up a bit more of her juices before raising
up and kissing her again. Xander's eyes bulged yet again when she
slumped down to rest on her knees before fishing his dick out and
going to town on it. Xander was humping the air in his reclining
chair as the sensations reached him.

Xander felt himself
filling her mouth having been shocked that he had not passed out
until he realized that it was a linked experience. Amy was licking
him softly as she swallowed his cum and was humming of all things.
Xander felt it when she was pulled up against the wall as he pulled
her mouth from his dick with her eyes glazed and her tongue licking
her mouth as she savored the taste of him. His hands worked over her
as he slid against her before entering her and Xander was shocked to
feel how warm and tight she was against his questing fingers and then
he felt that warmth surround him he understood the sheer pleasure of
physical intimacy. She was against the wall as he fucked her and
Xander was laying with his hips raised and his eyes glazed as he was
not used to the separation of orgasm and ejaculation so he was
drowning in the orgasmic haze he was in. She was looking at him as if
she had just found out chocolate was good. Her legs gripped him as
she kissed him as he ground inside her. Xander in the head felt
himself go with a tremendous force and he could have sworn that he
had shot out like a fire hose. Strangely enough he had cum not in her
pussy but in her mouth again.

Xander was recovering a
he panted in the chair. He noticed that his body was dusting vampires
as he dashed with Amy over his shoulders on the way to Joyce's house.
His mind was distracted by feeling the rhythmic contractions as Amy's
cunt gripped his fingers as she bounced on his shoulders. There is
just something about a girl in ones embrace moaning out ones name to
make a guy feel great.

Xander was knocked out
of the delirium that Amy cuming on his finger was causing when he got
to Joyce's house. He had not been expecting to walk in and see Joyce
slumped on the floor with a vibrator buried inside her mumbling his
name. It was very strange to have a woman he fantasies about start
sucking him while she did not remove the vibrator that was buzzing in
her pussy. Amy had managed to swing her leg over his head and was
rubbing her pussy against his face. Poor Xander was being
overwhelmed. He came to feeling himself flowing into Joyce's mouth
just as Amy let herself go into his gulping mouth.

Things blurred again he
felt movement and the next thing he was aware of was Amy and Joyce
laying on her bed completely naked. Joyce pulled Amy's pussy to her
mouth as she wiggled her hips to get Xander to fuck her. His body was
inside her her after a mumbled intonation gave a sudden jolt to her
cunt. Xander felt a wave of ease from that and part of his mind
reminded him that he had done that to himself and Amy earlier. It
prevented pregnancy and sexual diseases from being spread. Xander
watched as the two girls played with each others tits as he was
slowly sliding inside Joyce's snatch. Xander felt that her pussy was
slowly sucking him into her deeper and deeper. He snapped back as he
felt himself shooting into her with so much force that he slumped
down even if his body had not.

Amy was up for another
go after the delicious delight she took in Joyce lapping at her and
he slid into her as Joyce seated herself onto her mouth were Amy soon
was lapping at the mixture of their cums. Xander was gibbering as he
watched his body once more moving inside of Amy and it was
disconcerting seeing Joyce ridding Amy's face especially as he saw
his cum flowing slowly into her mouth. Joyce was close and he brought
his mouth to her right tit as his left hand played with her left. It
seemed that they had been at it for a while before he let himself cum
inside Amy and this time coated her cunt.

Xander was slowly
gaining some resistance to the orgasms and other stimulations that
were becoming more intense with every passing moment. Joyce had slid
off Amy before burying her face to lap at their cum after giving him
a quick suck. Xander felt his body move as he rubbed against her bent
over ass rubbing himself against her slit for a few moments before he
slid into her pussy. She had churned on him a bit and Xander was
wondering why his hand was running over her juices and then his eyes
widened as his body slid a finger into Joyce's ass after having
kneaded them for at least five minutes. He felt himself slide out of
her Pussy and the next thing he knew his cock was rubbing between her
ass cheeks. Joyce thrust back and his body managed to line up and
sink in. Xander was glazed eyed again as his cock was sliding there
of all places. He was shocked that Joyce was thrusting back with such
enthusiasm. Xander felt his body grip her hips and thrust in
completely as he ground against her ass. Xander's eyes crossed as he
felt her ass sucking on his cock pulling the cum deeper into her.
Joyce slumped down and he removed himself from the two snoozing
girls.

Xander was very confused
but he understood the tender kisses that the guy had given the
sleeping girls before he left. His eyes widened as he felt a ward
even stronger than had been placed on the library yet there was a
feeling from it that was of lingering appreciation. Xander had placed
the group around a circle on the floor where the unconscious body of
Willow was. Xander was distracted by Cordelia of all people kissing
him and like that just blew his mind. He was so distracted by that
kiss he did not notice what Buffy was doing until she had his cock
down her throat. Xander felt a warmth on his cock his mouth was being
kissed and he had a warm wriggling body ribbing against him. The
three stayed like that until Buffy coaxed him to cum down her throat.
The next moment while she was licking the cum off his cock they
vanished.

Buffy had then lapped at
Cordelia until Cordelia was pulled onto his cock. That had not
stopped her and she continued to lick at them as Cordelia bounced on
his cock. Xander was just gone in the sensations again. He did not
even get a breather when Cordelia shuddered and came hard causing him
to flood her pussy with cum. She had not resisted when the watching
Amy and Joyce had pulled her to the side and started sucking on her
pussy and tits. Buffy had not jumped on him right away and had in
fact decided to suck on him again until he was clean again as an act
of submission that the Slayer spirit felt it had to do.

Xander's body had tugged
on her before he came down her warm undulating mouth again and pulled
her up into his lap. He had then licked and sucked on her nipples as
she moved about on him. He lifted her ass up and let her sink down
onto his cock. He grinned at her before she started bouncing and he
returned to nuzzling her breasts. Xander had leaned back or his body
had to enjoy watching Buffy riding him. He noticed that Willow had
shown up and she had started to feel herself up a few times before
she just gave in and started masturbating while watching all the sex
going around her non-corporeal body.

Buffy had just been
pulled to the side and Cordelia had sunk onto him in the reverse
cowgirl position while he had sat up and ran his hands over her body.
He was watching Willow cuming on her fingers as she watched him
playing Cordelia's body like a fine instrument working her over and
through her orgasms as she also watched Willow playing with herself
as she watched. Xander felt his body shoot into Cordelia and saw her
slump forward before there was a flash of light yet none of the
players stopped doing what they were doing except for Willow who had
vanished only to appear rising from the floor and dashed over to him
as she pulled her costume off.

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Chapter 3: Night of
Nookie

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Suddenly Xander could
move as he felt the disconnected feeling leave. His eyes widened as
he got the full brunt of the sensations that he had been so
distracted by before. Willow his Willow was currently trying to suck
his balls through his dick and it felt great. He turned his head a
bit and what he saw was shocking. The spell was over and yet everyone
was still going at it. His mind suddenly realized that only Buffy,
Willow and himself had costumes from Ethan's and that meant that
Joyce, Amy and Cordelia had done all that of their own free will.
Xander felt a sudden pressure and the next thing he knew he had
actually cum down his best friend since forevers throat. There was no
way that he could say that she was like a sister to him after
tonight. He was kind of grateful that she had worn that sheet or he
would have gone totally non verbal when he saw it.

Xander was shocked that
he had not slumped after all the sex that his body had experienced
that night. Willow had licked her lips and him clean before leaning
over him and kissing him. She had then turned around causing him to
frown before she had sunk down on him and then done something he
never though that she would do. Willow had leaned over and buried her
face in Cordelia's pussy and was lapping away at it like she found a
new treat.

Xander felt strange as
he heard a thought. 'Xander, this is going to be a night you will
never forget. Enjoy the lessons and skills I left you...'

'Yeah this will be a
night I will never forget is right,' Xander thought. 'I lost my
virginity to Amy of all the girls in the world and then was in a
threesome with Amy and Buffy's mom make that Joyce. It is obvious
that Joyce is experienced even with women. Why am I not shocked that
Amy and Joyce did a threesome with Cordelia while Buffy rode me until
even her slayer stamina dropped. The guy I dressed as can not be
human to outlast a slayer and all these other girls. Although it
looks like Buffy is going to be recovered soon and she is too in the
mood to think straight.'

While Xander's mind was
distracted by these thoughts, his body was a different matter and he
had leaned forward and was running his hands over Willow with the
skill and instincts of Horus which was causing Willow a great deal of
pleasure even as her mind was dealing with th life shattering
realizations that she was going through. The main thought plaguing
her was that she had enjoyed watching not just Xander with other
girls but girls with girls and that she seemed to like eating
Cordelia out while she was finally fucking Xander was very shocking
to someone who was a Member of the We Hate Cordelia Club.

Both Willow and Xander
were trying to deal with the contradictions to what they accepted
even as they seemed more aroused than before. Xander was thrusting up
even as his hands seemed to have learned how to tease an orgasm out
of a girl with just fondling their breasts while Willow was trying to
bury both her ends into what she was doing. She was thrusting back
against his cock with as much relish as she was dragging Cordelia's
pussy with her as she thrust back. Willow had just managed to have
the sleepy Cordelia cum in her mouth when she started to feel Xander
throbbing inside her.

Willow suddenly lifted
herself from Cordelia's cunt licking her lips as she leaned back
against Xander and shouted out, "Yes! Xander! Cum inside me!"

While these events might
have led to perhaps unwelcome complications in a different time line,
Horus was a responsible partner even if he was in someone else's body
and had therefore used a nice little spell on all of his bedmates and
the body he was using that would prevent pregnancies for a while at
least. Willow had turned and kissed him as she felt him cum inside
her and there embrace finally defined their relationship and the
matter they had been skirting over since before Buffy came back from
her running away. Xander held her against him even after they broke
their kiss. Strangely enough their eyes were riveted to the same
sight and that was the threesome of Amy, Joyce and Buffy where Buffy
was undulating as the cleaning had only resulted in Buffy soaking her
thighs and humping herself as she seemed to keep whimpering for more
and that she needed a cock.

What happened next was
strange as Xander and Willows eyes met and she said, "Go on
Xand. Buffy needs you. I will be occupied and afterward I should be
recovered enough to get my first taste of Buffy and it will be even
better since there will be a Xander cream filling. Seems that we like
Twinkies but only with Xander cream filling. While your busy I am
going to let Cordelia have a Willow Twinkie let her try one since I
liked the Cordelia Twinkie."

Xander had just bobbed
his head and crawled over to Buffy. He looked down at he and lined
himself up. Buffy had just thrust herself up impaling herself on him
before tightening her grip and pulling him forward with her pussy.
Xander was soon busy with Buffy as both seemed to discover that a
slayers pussy could do thing that most men wished that there lovers
would learn. He looked out of the corner of his eye to see Willow
moaning as Cordelia returned the favor of eating the redhead out. His
attention was brought back by Joyce who had turned his head and
kissed him. Xander felt her shift and then he could not hear Buffy's
moaning except as a muffled sound that seemed to have Joyce shiver.
Xander felt Amy run her hands over them before moving away.

Xander was not terribly
shocked when Amy jumped on for a ride or that things continued long
into the night until he felt spent and the girls had passed out. He
had the last few moments of trying to hang on as Willow rode him like
a wild woman.

She slumped down resting
her head on his chest as her heart came down from the rush. Xander
ran his hand down her back as he started to drift off. Nothing would
be the same after tonight. He just hoped that none of them killed
him. A small part of him was conflicted on what he felt for each
girl.

'Man who would have
thought that Willow would be like a wild cat,' Xander thought as he
started yawning. "That and that Joyce would be into an orgy.
Cordelia has been my verbal sparring partner for a while and Amy used
to be one of the four Musketeers before her mother stole her body.
Buffy was the unattainable and after Jessy the safe one. The one that
I didn't really worry would be taken like him. Sure Wills helps, but
there is just this something about her which makes me protective. How
the stupid Hyena didn't equate her to pack I will never know. After
Jessy I lobbed her into the sister category denying what she felt. I
almost admitted that I was attracted to her before Buffy came back.
What would have happened if we hadn't been interrupted. Ah well I can
hope that this was just a hormonally induced wet dream or Buffy and
the others might kill me.'

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Chapter 4: Wake ups and
Phone Calls

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Sunnydale High, the
morning after Ethan's Halloween Stunt

It was morning and
Xander was dealing with the effects of his possession, when he heard
a phone ring. He reached into the pocket and answered it.

"Hello, Xander, I
take it that things happened as I remember them just now?" the
voice asked him.

"Yeah they did. Let
me guess Secondary Directives prevented alteration," Xander
said.

"It sucks I know.
No matter how much as I would like to have changed your life before
now there was no way that I could or else Paradox," Horus told
him. "You know what that would mean."

Xander held his hand as
he thought over what he remembered. "I know that, but I just
regret..." Xander said with a sigh.

"We couldn't save
them Xander. Better that we can change what will come now and not try
to change what was. You do realize now that Willow has more than a
crush on you?" the voice asked him.

Xander looked around and
saw that he was in bed with Joyce. Buffy, Amy, Cordelia and Willow
were slumped around the bed. He groaned as his mind realized what he
was feeling. He was royally fucked oh wait that is what he did no get
in this place.

Giles had broken the
spell while they were indisposed and the pheromones had saturated the
room enough that even a lesbian would have gone cock crazy. Joyce had
perked back up after Willow had jumped him. That she had joined in
was a shocker. He had broken his promises to himself. Willow was like
a little sister; she was not someone that he was supposed to have
sexy thoughts about her especially not ones as kinky as what had
happened. Amy had been a surprise she did look nice. Joyce, what was
he thinking, she was like the goddess of MILFs and he had been with
her. Now if Buffy did not kill him everything would be fine.

"Yeah life is a
bitch and she makes sure we know it," Xander said, "Is
there any chance that the girls won't kill me for last night?"

"They continued
that of their own free will Xander," Horus said. "Do you
really want to make Joyce cry that she might loose her boy-toy? She
was not just flirting last night and you know it."

"Yeah, things
continued after you left," Xander said. "I did not expect
Willow to act like that the moment she had her body back."

"She had been in
love since you were kids and in lust since she could think about sex.
The changes just removed their inhibitions a bit like they were
slightly buzzed at worse," Horus said. "I did not expect
that Amy or Cordelia would be that loose with the way things went."

"Tell me about it,"
Xander said as he got the image of what those two had done with him
let alone each other. "Now how do I get out of this without them
killing me?"

"They wont try to
kill you," Horus said with a chuckle. "They may almost kill
you from exhaustion though. Look Xander you know about me and the
lovely differences in genetics you now have. I take it you have not
gone over all the memories then? If you had you would have a
reference for why they all acted like that. Suffice it to say it was
not a spell."

"Yeah as much as I
would think they would like that as a cop out," Xander said.
"Still it was weird I mean Cordy and Wills like that was just
odd."

"Look the Cordy
thing is something that would have happened eventually, just like
Willow," he said. "They were both attracted to you and had
shown signals of it. That they had hated each other as rivals did not
mean they were not attracted to each other. It just would have been
something that would not happen until they were very drunk in the
distant future."

"What about Amy?
Yeah, I get the whole saving her thing," Xander said, "but
she was all over me?"

"Amy well you did
save her life before and you were not dressed to blend into the
background," Horus said. "Still ,the difference in body
chemistry did come into play. Remember what I had been doing. I was
just about to spend time with Seras and was a bit more than just full
of anticipation."

"Yeah that I
guessed," Xander said with a sigh. "Still the thing with
Joyce, I mean she is hot damn hot, but why would she be interested in
me? Sure she had yanked me a bit when we flirted, but there was no
chance she took it seriously..."

"Joyce is, as you
should remember, physically attracted to you. She did say that 'He is
definitely not one of the girls. No way would I let an ass like that
go.' or were you distracted thinking about something at the time like
how good she would look in those cuffs?" he asked.

Xander had an almost
audible blush as he stuttered out, "Well...She is hot!"

"She is not just
hot, Xander. She is at least damn hot. Top Ten MILFs ever. Still you
should have at least heard what she said since I remember hearing it
eve if you were distracted," he said. "Unless, say do you
think the Hyena sense stayed only you could not consciously access
them?"

"I did not want to
think about that," Xander said. "From what I remember the
senses would have heard it. I... So that's what you meant. Damn she
said that?"

"Yeah she did say
that and more in fact. She was planning on you being her boy toy if
Buffy kept up her crime against women by ignoring you," Horus
said. "Anyways I filed the paperwork so you are licensed and
registered so what happened last night was legal. On the plus side
you can get a nice stipend for your work."

"Pay to slay huh,"
Xander said. "Would be nice. Still..."

"Did you know that
Buffy is supposed to be paid?" he asked. "Watchers Council
has always been cheap child labor bastards. Anyways the matter has
been filled. So there will be no problems."

"Hmm I think that
would be good," Xander said." Uh.. I just remembered
something about that guy. He was human right?"

"Oh yeah that guy
we beheaded while the girls were sleeping," Horus said, "that
was the mayor. It seems like he was planning a demonic ascension.
That should help you now that your emancipated."

"What do you mean
help me?" Xander asked.

"To the victor goes
the spoils," Horus said. "It is still allowed when dealing
with demonic threats and collaborators. So his century worth of
investments have been transferred to you. Guess there is no worry
about supporting yourself and your girls then?"

Xander was a bit shocked
by all that. Finally after he had thought about it and said, "So
what now? Sunnydale is not exactly the safest place before last
night, and now..."

"Yes, things are
different now," Horus said. "Perhaps I should bring you up
to date on what has happened relatively speaking. I did have a run in
with the Watchers Council and the results were most enlightening..."

"Wait a minute what
do you mean Buffy was supposed to be paid to slay?" Xander
asked.

"Took you a bit. As
I said the Council is considered as cheap child labor using
bastards," He said. "No it's worse than that; they are
practically used as slave labor while the Council takes all the loot.
Anyways when everything came out the general consensus of the UN was
that those fighting as Champions and Defenders would get paid as
such. Hell the whole royalties for action figures was supposed to be
a bonus for the Senshi and the problem is that those fighting
secretly don't get paid. Slayers are told to be anonymous so that the
council does not have to pay and keeps what they were to be paid in
addition to most live worse than most third world countries
populations."

"Damn and they are
supposed to be the good guys," Xander said. "I can
understand the REMFs (Rear Echelon Mother Fuckers) being dicks. The
Brass are always like that since they are out of touch with the field
and working on the Big Picture, but what about field watchers?"

"Field Watchers are
given almost total control of the slayer," Horus said. "Some
even have used them for more personal reasons. Hell most potentials
are broken if they would not be noticed. Sorry man, but the Watchers
Council is a complete case of SNAFU (Situation Normal All Fucked Up)
in its normal work. I take it before last night you were unaware of
their retrieval teams?"

"I remember now,"
Xander said. "Fuck they have vamp-killer and demon-killer ammo
and they let their ace go with medieval weapons. What The Fuck?"

"Yeah its the fact
that if the Slayer had modern weaponry they would last long enough to
become experienced enough to question their stupidity," Horus
said. "Things were supposed to change, but..."

"It will come back
to bite me in the ass if I don't find out," Xander said. "I
take it that what I read is accurate and most field watchers still
treat their slayers as expendable tools and that potentials tend to
be taken from their families for indoctrination. So what happened?"

"Let's just say
that things did not go as planned when I got back to Japan. In fact
it had been a most enjoyable flight, but things went down hill from
there..."

A whole while later, the
boy had been rendered speechless. It took a while before he came to a
decent conclusion. He was no longer one of the normal ones as he now
had a power. No that was inaccurate to say he had a power as he had A
Power. His life had become far more complicated. He did not want to
get out of bed, but he did have to make one phone call. What he had
learned required him to tell the only person before last night he had
viewed as a father that he was most displeased with what he had found
out.

If the man didn't have a
damn good excuse, he was going to hand his ass to the Nightmares. He
had to admit, even if they looked far more like a villains sexy
minions, they were damn good at their job. Now if Willow and the
other girls here dressed up like that didn't get out of his mind, he
would have issues thinking do to blood relocation.

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Chapter 5: Bed and
Biscuits

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He would have left the
bed and started breakfast which was an instinct he had gained from
the possession. There was only one problem and that being that he was
inside a girl and he could feel that even in sleep she did not want
to let him go and that he was being the Xander-shaped pillow for
Willow.

A sleepy and satiated
Willow face moved up and looked at him. She was practically purring
and he wondered why until he saw that he had been petting her while
he had been on the phone.

"Hmmm," Willow
said as she raised her head. She was a bit out of it and was thinking
that last night had been another one of those dreams. "I never
had one of these dreams before where I woke up with you. Still its
been a great dream so far, but I hope Xander never finds out that I
dreamed about orgies with him. Still this is less embarrassing than
the dream with Jenny."

"Would it be so bad
to wake like this?" Xander asked her. "To know that your
dreams would be reality?"

"Must be a dream
Xander," Willow said with a slight movement. "Well it is
great to wake up with you. Though why some of the girls around here
are here I don't understand. Amy and Buffy I will admit are hot.
Cordelia is attractive just wish she was less intense in her putting
me down. Not that I have problems with being on the bottom. Now Joyce
is the part I don't get. If it was Jenny with those long legs of
hers..."

"Really Joyce is
gorgeous and you definitely enjoyed her experiences last night,"
Xander said in a droll tone. "So waking up with me is of the
good."

"Most definitely,"
Willow said. "Though I don't remember dreaming and feeling this
sore before, oh well I might as well enjoy it."

With that said she
started to move on him. Xander let out a pleasure filled sigh. Trying
to break this to her gently was not working. Soon he was distracted
by the feel of Willow riding him and that somehow she had unknowingly
gained the skills of the costume under her ghost outfit as she seemed
to have gained far too much skill in the sensual arts. Xander had
reached into the well of new information and quickly realized that
she would not believe this was real unless something happened. He
moved his hands and quickly overwhelmed her body until she locked up
and passed out from sensory overload. He was amazed that none of the
others had woken from that little tryst.

Her eyes fluttered open
and she said one word that made sense to her belief she was in a
dream and what she said was, "More!"

Xander was shocked that
he had done so long in lasting last night but the others were passed
out and the last tryst had not woken them so he might as well comply
with Willows wishes.

With that Xander did his
best to utilize the skills and conditioning that his possession had
inherited to make sure that Willow felt really good. Sadly that even
with the little experience from the night before, Willow passed out
rather quickly even if Xander did not last much longer. He had been
rather overwhelmed by the sight of a writhing undulating Willow
moving on top of him. She had looked damn hot with the way he hair
framed her face and draped over her tits as she moved.

Willow came to and
thinking that what had just happened had been a dream induced by
being so close to and sleeping on top of Xander she woke slowly. Her
body was telling her that she had orgasmed, but she put that up to a
dream.

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"Morning Xand,"
the gentle voice said sleepily as he felt her wake up stretching
causing a delightful sensation to distract him as he realized he was
still inside her.

"Morning Will,"
Xander said with a resigned tone. "So?"

"Hmm... I guess it
was a great night, better than my other dreams huh," Willow said
with a sigh as she flushed. Her eyes snapped open as she reached
down. They had fallen asleep near each other before, but she felt
different. Her pussy was aroused and she felt his leg rubbing against
her.

"Yeah, the dreams
would have to be good considering that you were using me like your
personal cuddle toy," Xander said.

Willow blushed at that
thought. "So how did I get here, Last Night was a bit fuzzy?"
she asked.

"Well if you
promise not to panic?" he asked. She nodded her head. "Well
then last night a rather idiotic Chaos Mage by the name of Ethan
Rayne turned us into our costumes." Her eyes bulged as she
realized what she was feeling. "Yes a good time was had by all
last night. Anyways after the spell ended some of the residual magic
acted as a minor aphrodisiac and we all went back to reenacting a
live porno. I have to admit that it was fun. I guess it is a very
good thing that the person that possessed me used a simple spell to
prevent accidental pregnancies or the odds would be rather good
considering the shear amount of sex that was had last night."

"So it wasn't a
dream," Willow said. "Well it was a good first time then."

"Yeah, it was very
enjoyable for me too. Sorry that I was ignoring you," Xander
said as he gave her a look. "I sort of was going through the
whole think as sister and then you deserve better thing without
noticing how you felt. My bad."

"Don't apologize,"
Willow said before kissing him. "I've wanted this for so
long..."

"Hmm... Being with
me or the rest of it," Xander said in a teasing tone. "Guess
I never wondered why you seemed like one of the boys at times. Still
have to admit last night was very entertaining."

"Yeah," She
admitted with a reluctant sigh as she blushed. "I guess I was
deluding myself. Still never thought my first time would be with you
the way things were going. The whole orgy thing was a very good
bonus."

"Yeah as long as
Buffy doesn't kill us for what we did to her or Joyce," Xander
said. "Still this changes things and not unpleasantly."

"What about the
others?" Willow asked in confusion. "Won't they be upset as
well?"

"Ah that well Buffy
was the only one under the effects of the spell when we started and
is the one most likely to react out of hand," Xander said in
explanation.

"Hmm... Cordelia
can be ok when she is not acting bitchy," Willow admitted.
"Still..."

"The fact that you
fought because of the unresolved sexual frustration between the three
of us was a bit of a shocker," Xander said. "Hopefully the
rest of the wake ups go as well. It seems that we have some more
unpleasant things to talk about. Basically I remember a lot from who
I dressed as. It didn't help that he called while you were asleep."

"Giles wasn't very
happy about him," Willow admitted. 'It is very hard to be
irritable right now,' she thought. 'I just feel too good to feel bad
right now.'

"Well considering
that the Council tried to kidnap a member of his family because she
is a Potential," Xander said in a cold tone. "I find it
very reasonable that the feeling is mutual. Turns out that every body
else in this line of work gets paid, armed and decent back up that is
except the Slayer." He looked at her and the shocked look on her
face. "It gets worse, Will. Jessie would never have been at risk
if the Council followed procedure and informed everyone else that
this Hellmouth was active."

"Anyways Giles
probably mentioned the incident and some of the guys history,"
Xander said with a sad sigh. "Suffice it to say most Watchers
would have isolated Buffy from her friends and her family. They tried
to do it to one of his family and he was most displeased. There have
been instances where accidents occurred to remove those interferences
so he made sure that a precedent was set so that it never occurred
again."

Willow gave him a
shocked look. 'Giles would never do that,' she thought. 'He has been
more lie a parent to us than our real parents.'

"Why do you think
Buffy will freak more than any of us?" Willow asked. "She
did come back for more even after the spell ended just like everyone
else."

"The problem is
that Buffy was under influences even after the spell ended,"
Xander said. "The Slayer Spirit is a primal and the Watchers
know this so they suppress emotions and attachments in the Slayers
they raise."

"They raise
slayers?" Willow asked.

"More like they
kidnap them and raise them in their duty. I did mention the isolation
from friends and family before," Xander said. "The person I
dressed as had an encounter with them. I am guessing that you are
having a few problems remembering what happened?"

She nodded her head and
made an affirmative sound as Xander had started to caress her. She
snuggled closer as she felt content for once.

"Yes, Wills. While
Giles may not do something like that, it does not mean that the rest
of the organization is the same," Xander said. "The
Watchers are not like they appear to be. Did you know that they act
like two year olds when dealing with other groups. There almost as
bad as Iscariot."

She gave him a confused
look. It was obvious that she was confused as to who they were.

"Iscariot is the
Vatican's Hunters," Xander said. "Yes they hunt down even
non hostile supernaturals."

"Non-hostile?"
Willow asked. "What do you mean?"

"Non hostiles such
as those that are not going out killing or causing problems,"
Xander said. "Iscariot did tend to go after the official church
doctrine and in the past was responsible for the Inquisition. Now
then the Watchers Council tends to lie a lot."

"Such as?"
Willow asked from where she had laid her head.

"Ah! Well the whole
the world is older than you was wrong. There has not always been a
Slayer. In fact the Slayer was the result of rather ignorant shaman
who would not allow others to hog the glory in casting out the
invaders," Xander said. "Still he did feed us the standard
watcher line."

"Giles..." She
said before being cut off.

"Has a lot to
explain," Xander said coldly. "There are weapons far better
than stakes and crossbows we could have used. Did you know that they
let Joyce send her to an insane asylum after the Lothos thing. That
was why she was acting like she was. She didn't want to go back and
the Council arranged for it so she would be easier to control in
addition to Joyce moving here."

Willow just sobbed into
his shoulder as the depth of the betrayal sunk in. They had been let
down by another authority figure. Someone that they trusted. They
pulled Joyce against them as they held the only adult not to betray
them. Things had been altered and their destiny had been altered for
the better. It was all because one Ethan Rayne had accidentally
acquired a set of clothing that had been discarded when Horus and Ami
were almost found out as they were busy at the Yerba Buena Gardens in
San Francisco.

Xander felt that the
mask he had worn for so many years had fallen. His face was no longer
the joking fool he ha learned to portray so that his father had not
beaten him. His face was that of determination and planning. His mind
was full of plots on how to use what he now knew to protect his
girls. For a moment, he wondered how much he would have to train to
be able to balance on a senbon with weights while controlling his
energy. The next moment the various training regimens he had learned
flashed through his mind as he tried to pick which ones would be best
for his friends to learn.

A small ping of despair
came through as the psychological aspects of leadership started to do
a detailed analysis of them. He would have a lot to work on in the
future. Still what the guy had gone through after the Halloween
incident was very disconcerting. He was now aware of how little he
could trust the Watchers Council. He felt a momentary hesitation in
what he would do if Giles was as far lost as he thought. Then again,
he had barely restrained breaking Tony's legs and leaving him out for
a vamp to eat and that was before the Hyena. Still, he had seen that
he was not evil merely overprotective of his real friends and family.
It helped knowing that there was someone out there like him. That his
adventures had been most enlightening as well as entertaining. He let
what he had heard about what had happened to Horus after he had
gotten back to Japan filter through his new thought processes. It was
a very amusing tale for the most part. Now if only he did not get
killed by Buffy when she woke up. Amy, Joyce and Cordelia had been
under their own free will and he had already had his discussion with
Willow, his Willow. She had not been under the spells effects and did
not have him for what had happened. Besides Buffy had jumped him
again after she recovered and had not been under the spell. Still,
why was it that anybody that knew Horus-sensei seemed to get into
women troubles even if they had a great time being in those troubles.

Xander held her as she
rocked violently against him. She was slowly grinding herself against
him as she tried to drive out the despair that gripped her in a
manner that made sense in their present circumstances. That was she
was trying to get herself off as quickly as possible. Willow
shuddered against him as she climaxed around him again falling down
once more.

"Shhh Wills just
rest," Xander said. "In case the others wake up I am going
to cook breakfast.

"Mka Xndr,"
Willow slurred as she drifted off again.

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Chapter 6: Breakfast
Before Answers

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Xander was in the
kitchen dressed solely in a pair of pants he had pealed off the
floor. He was working on making a hearty breakfast since everyone had
used up a good bit of energy and Willow had made up for her lack of
stamina the night before by how frisky she was in the morning. High
calorie yet readily digestible foods to make up for the serious
hunger they would feel when they woke up. He felt a moment of
sympathy that Willow was left with the emotional mine field upstairs,
but the only one who should complain was Buffy and that was that her
inner Slayer had taken control the previous night.

In the room upstairs
Buffy was starting to stir as her Slayer healing had kicked in. Buffy
groggily woke up. She felt a bit of soreness and stretched like a cat
almost purring from how she felt. Her body was still humming with
pleasure as she moved about. Buffy blinked a few times as she looked
around. She saw a naked Willow laying near her and her mother was
naked with Amy and Cordelia snuggled against her.

Rather quickly her mind
started to function as the pieces fell into place. Sore feeling,
naked Buffy, naked other girls, memories of naked Xander led to
memories of the last night. She had barely managed a growl when an
unexpected voice said something completely outside of her view of
reality.

"I have not had a
night that good since before I got married," her mother said.
"Who knew he would be so good? After that there is no way that I
am letting him go!"

"Mom!" Buffy
shrieked. "That is my ex-friend you are talking about!"

"What do you mean
ex-friend?" Joyce asked coldly. "Does that mean you are
giving up all claims n him? If so thank you for thinking about your
poor neglected mother like that. Still last night was enjoyable, we
will have to do it again."

'Why is mom not upset?'
Buffy wondered. 'She is acting all giddy. Oh My God! What did I do
last night? Xander has a lot to answer for! I was saving myself for
Angel and why am I now comparing them?'

"Where is Xander?"
Buffy asked in a biting growl.

"He is downstairs
making breakfast," Willow said lazily not caring to cover
herself it was not like they were strangers to her or her body. "He
hoped that he could give you a nice wakeup, but someone woke up
grumpy. Hey Mrs. Summers looking good."

"Thank you Willow,"
Joyce said. "Call me Joyce. It just seems appropriate after last
night. It has been a few years, but it is good to see that I haven't
lost the touch."

"Thank you Joyce,"
Willow said with a wink. "Last night was rather enjoyable. Do
you know when you would be willing to indulge in another repeat or
better a continued experience?"

"Well as it is
Saturday," Joyce said with a smirk, "and if no one objects
I don't plan on leaving this bed besides the bathroom and food or at
least stay in the house for the weekend. I had a rather enjoyable
time with you all, but I would love another go with our resident
stud. Still there are things we can do until he gets back..."

"MOM!" Buffy
shrieked. "Don't talk like that. What happened last night was
wrong and icky. You are supposed to be the parent here. You are not
supposed to sleep with my friends! You are not supposed to do what
you did to me!"

Willow answered ignoring
Buffy's tirade saying, "As much as I would like to indulge, I am
in no shape to do so as i got some exercise in before you woke up. I
know Amy probably wouldn't mind although Cordelia might."

"Cordy," she
mumbled. "You do what we did last night. You can call me that.
Why were we ever enemies anyways? Last night was more enjoyable than
any of the sleepovers my so called friends have."

"That would be
because my mother child development psychologist that she is used me
as an experiment of textbook perfect parenthood," Willow said in
disgust. "So the first day you meet someone dressed in an out of
date styling and raised aware of fashion as you were you instantly
home in on the deviant. Its not like I like the style it is just what
I got used to wearing."

"Makes sense,"
Cordy said. "Since you didn't act like my friends or have the
same interest I was most likely not the best in attempting to correct
your behavior."

"Well now that
mother dearest is gone almost all the time," Willow said with
mischief in her voice, "I see no reason to keep dressing as what
did you call me a reject dressed in Sears. How about tomorrow we go
shopping. Xander needs a new wardrobe anyways."

"Clothes similar to
last nights would be good," a groggy Amy said as she stretched.
"How he could hide a body like that under those things he calls
clothes is a crime."

"His way of dealing
with the Harris Home," Willow said. "There is no way that
he is staying there anymore. I would invite him over like when we
were younger, but mother has strange ideas. Not that they are no
longer justified after last night. So Joyce can Xander stay here?"

"Mother!"
Buffy shrieked again. "That is not happening, you are not
sleeping with Xander. He is not going to be here where you can ravish
him whenever. It is wrong."

"I most assuredly
wouldn't mind," she said ignoring Buffy. "After seeing him
in those pants last night there was no way that I would let him go if
miss oblivious continued to neglect him."

"I really think she
is protesting too much," Amy piped in. "Besides didn't you
say something along the lines of 'He is definitely not one of the
girls. If Buffy didn't take Xander as a boyfriend, and SOON, I will
have to take him as a boy toy. Letting an ass that nice get away was
a crime ... one that I don't intend to commit'. The only problem I
would have is that he would be living here allowing you ready access
when we do not."

"Hello!" Buffy
once more shouted before saying in a whiny huff. "Can you not
hear me? He is not staying and that is final."

"He can't stay at
my place as much as i would like," Cordy said. "that is not
just because my parents would look down on him because of his father,
but because mother would try to scoop him up like a flash. Really how
can Buffy be your daughter? I have been wondering considering that
you look gorgeous, have a sense of style and are not oblivious to a
potential hottie."

"I really worry
about her sometimes," Joyce said. "I could get not going
after him because Willow here was interested, but after she never
made a move that is just wrong. No offense Willow."

"None taken Joyce,"
Willow said. "For some reason I could never come out and ask
him. Mostly because I knew he would and I didn't want him too out of
pity. It was damn close before Buffy came back. We were eating ice
cream, I got ice cream on my nose and he licked it off and just as we
were having a moment that is when Buffy shows up. Really killed the
moment. Then there was this dance she did. She practically lap danced
him in the Bronze and then blows him off like a used Kleenex. There
was no way I wanted to be commiserating girl."

"I have been
worried about her," Joyce confided. 'Then there is that man she
is hanging around with. There is just something off about him that
reminds me way to much of my ex-husband. A womanizer sniffing around
my little girl just does not make me happy."

"Hey I am right
here!" Buffy tried to get there attention with her whining, but
was just ignored. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Yeah I admit the
guy looked ok," Cordy said. "But he has issues and not just
the complete broody moping tortured soul thing he does. Has he done
anything productive. I mean last night he was running around like a
chicken. He only cared about Buffy. If it hadn't been for Xander I
would have been rather mauled by that dog."

"Tell em about it,"
Amy said. "Some of those guys dressed as pirates were being a
bit frisky. I don't want to know what would have happened if he
hadn't been there."

"He is not a
coward!" Buffy again shouted. "Why can't you people just
listen to me?"

"What proof do you
have on that?" Cordy asked. "All this time he could have
helped and he has done the what cryptic warning thing. How is that
helpful?"

"Xander is just
jealous of him!" Buffy once more tried to rationalize.

"Why would I be
jealous of a cowardly chicken?" Xander asked as he came in with
some warm breakfast. "Ladies looking good."

"Xander!"
Buffy shrieked as she tried to cover up. "Can you not see that
we are naked here."

"You may be naked,
Buffy," Xander conceded, "but the others are nude. The
difference is that they are comfortable. Ladies a nice breakfast to
help restore the calories we worked out oh so pleasurably last
night."

"Your better at the
flirting this morning, Dweeb-boy," Cordy said not in spite, but
with a bit of endearment. "So what really happened last night
before..."

"We had a
positively decadent party," Xander said. "How far did you
get Wills?"

"Got side tracked
by things so none of the explanation got dealt with," Willow
said. "Mostly answering questions about things while Buffy acted
like a four year old."

"Right,"
Xander said. "I don't know an easy way to break this to you.
Wait I might. Think about the date for a moment. March 30, 1990. what
happened that day?"

Joyce looked confused
for a moment. She knew that it was an important date, but for the
life of her she could not remember why.

Xander sighed as his
suspicions about the Hellmouth were proven correct before he said,
"Well Mrs S. ..."

"Joyce," she
interjected. "Everyone else is calling me Joyce and after last
night..."

"It only seemed
proper," Xander concluded. "Right Joyce. One word... March
30, 1990 Discovery."

Her eyes widened as the
suppressed memory kicked in. Then the ones dealing with LA and what
happened after. A look of revulsion and horror crossed her face at
what she had done.

"Shh," Xander
said having put the table down and drawing her into a hug. "It
was not your fault that you forgot."

"But," Joyce
began before she was cut off.

"It was not your
fault," he said forcefully. "So I take it you remember what
that day meant."

"Yes," Joyce
said. "What I don't get is why Buffy was talking about killing
vampires..."

"Blood demons,
Joyce," Xander said in a chilling tone. "They are not
vampires even if they call themselves as such. Basic difference is
that the soul is booted out and a blood demon possesses the body
which requires blood to survive. They may have the memories and some
of the victims personality fragment, but they are not them. Now you
want to know why Buffy said she burned a gym down to kill them. Well
it is like this, she got tapped by some mid level managerial types in
the forces of good to basically deal with the demon remnants that
survived. Do you really think Discovery came with full disclosure?
There were things left out that the world in general is not ready to
deal with. Now here is where things get dicey. There is an
organization which is supposed to guide and train those like Buffy,
but over the past few centuries they have become rather insular in
their views. Mostly it is they don't play well with others."

"So like any other
organization there is rivalry," Joyce said. "That actually
makes sense what with the limited budgets and such."

"Basically last
night a practitioner," Horus said, "cast
a mask spell calling upon Janus. This resulted in those dressed as
their costumes that he enchanted to for the night become their
costumes. Normally the process would leave only residual effects such
as memories of skills or languages that would fade with lack of
practice. I was planning on going as a cop or a soldier as the
costume would be affordable. Anyways, the practitioner who was called
Ethan Rayne had managed to get a used uniform from an unusual source.
Now certain transformations are irreversible especially if they
required changes to genetics of the meta aura of the person. In my
case the costume did both,"

"So who did you go
as exactly," Joyce asked. "You looked delicious in the
uniform not that I don't enjoy you as you are now."

"You just like
cuddling especially when nude," Xander said. "Not that I
mind, mind you just stating a fact based on the way you are moving. I
went as a Mystic actually a sorcerer to be precise and one that has a
rather impressive reputation in the various supernatural communities.
For our immediate concern the two groups that are rather avoid
annoying at all cost are the various demonic communities and the
Watchers Council. Those would be the REMFs from England that have
those like Buffy who is called a Slayer dance to their tune. They
probably arranged things so that you would move here. Now don't
interrupt. Sunnydale happens to be on a dimensional weak spot to one
of the various demon dimensions collectively called Hell. It does not
lead to the actual Hell, but rather places that would be considered
just as bad for those unfortunate to end up there."

***************************

Chapter 7: Dinner,
Demons and Deadboy

***************************

It was dinner and things
had mostly settled down now. Unlike what some of the girls wanted
they were dressed and eating the meal that Joyce and Xander had
prepared. Everything was looking up. Joyce had gotten over the Slayer
thing and the only worry was what the mother would do to Giles with
all the lying. She understood why Xander and Willow and not told her
as she had dismissed her one occurrence with the vampire Darla.
Although she had a feeling that there was more to it with the
absolute loathing that was in Xander's voice when discussing her. She
had the feeling that somethings had been glossed over for her peace
of mind.

Xander had just sat down
in the seat facing the door and had just started eating after giving
her a grin and a peck on the cheek with a mumbled thanks to Joyce.
His body language suddenly tensed when the door opened. His eyes
looked past her with absolute hatred beyond the loathing he had when
mentioning Darla.

"Die demon!"
Xander practically hissed as his hand dropped the fork with food in
it.

A silver blade
materialized in his hand and flew at the person coming in. Xander had
a satisfied smirk on his face as he heard the shriek of pain coming
from dead boy. Before he could move to finish it, Buffy and Willow
had grabbed him and held him as he struggled.

"Let me go,"
Xander practically growled before turning reflective. "You
invited IT in here with out Joyce knowing. Buffy, what were you
thinking? How could you let it in where your mother is? Better yet
how come you as the Slayer never sensed it?"

"Xander is there a
reason why you attacked Buffy's History tutor?" Joyce asked
rather calmly as she knew that Xander had to have a reason for acting
like this and she wanted to know why. "Is there something about
this young man that I do not know about?"

"Besides the fact
that IT is a demon animated corpse," Xander snarled with
contempt and a bit of dark hatred. "Buffy! How could you get
anywhere near it? It is disgusting. How you could not feel it I do
not know?"

"Um," Buffy
said fidgeting a little bit. "He never felt evil."

"The soul must have
obscured it somehow," Xander said in a thoughtful manner having
calming down slightly as the inborn antipathy that was the mark of
those cursed or blessed some even would say as being if not damned
for their power than forsaken to delve into the gift that made them
mystical. "Willow you know I really loath demons. I never really
got along with dead boy before yesterday. Mostly I despised him not
for any romantic reasons with Buffy as might be thought, but because
if he had done something Jesse wouldn't have died."

"Ok, he could have
done something," Willow said as it made sense what her best
friend since childhood meant as she wondered as well why he had not
acted now that she had no reason to indulge in romantic delusions to
get fulfillment. "Still not a reason to kill him"

"Hmm," Xander
said with a thoughtful look on his face as if trying to measure
something. "Hey Angelus, how do you like the blessed silver
stings like a bitch don't it?"

"Fuck you Harris,"
Angel hissed out the pain letting him act less like the moody maudlin
man he had descended to become. "Don't call me Angelus."

"What should I call
you then? Liam," Xander snarked back. "You just don't get
it corpse boy. You are a soul possessing a demon animated corpse.
That can not be the strongest of ties. One has to wonder how come the
soul still remains huh? How did those Gypsies overcome such a natural
flow as to anchor a soul to a corpse?"

"Ok," Willow
said in a comforting tone. "I get the whole ick from the corpse
thing and the resentment that he didn't help directly at the Harvest,
but I thought that he was helping at least patrol."

"All he did was
hide in the shadows and give vague advice that Willy would give far
more detailed and understandable," Xander said with a bit of a
feral tone to his voice. "He was too afraid of the Master to get
involved. To make matters worse he sort of just lurked and stalked
Buffy. Then again there is the two centuries older thing. Can you say
pedophile? He made it sound like he was there when she was called and
let all that mess happen without helping. Maker forbid that he gets
involved when it would cut into his brooding time. Though the thing I
loath most about the coward is that when the thrice-be-damned Codex
said Buffy would die facing the Master do you know what he did? He
was moping in his apartment. I had to force the coward at cross point
to help and then when I find Buffy he won't do anything. He says he
has no breath to give CPR. Think about it Wills if he has no breath
how can he speak. It would have been better since he would not have
used any oxygen up."

"Xander you said
that was why you loathed him and that was yesterday," Willow
said running her hands in a comforting manner over him trying to get
him to calm down. "Why did you attack him? He is at least
attempting to be useful now."

"Simple I couldn't
sense him yesterday," Xander said with a sigh at trying to find
words to describe the feeling that he sensed being in its presence.
"You cannot imagine what it feels like to be in its presence. I
feel like every fiber of my being is screaming at me to destroy that
thing. You cannot imagine the complete hatred its presence invokes.
The closest way to describe it would be a survivor of the Holocaust
being confronted by Himmler. How could Buffy as a Slayer not sense
him? I can understand last night what with the spell saturating the
area along with the Hellmouth. Add in the soul and it did a very good
job obscuring its presence."

"I get the whole
loath demons thing and now you can sense them," Willow said as
she held into him trying to help her oldest friend. "What are
you going to do kill him?"

"It would free the
soul that did not need to have the memories of the demons actions
forced on it," Xander said simply as if it was the most obvious
thing in the world. "The Romany that did the curse wanted to
torture the demon. It was a curse for vengeance not justice. There is
a difference. Why should the soul suffer for the demons actions?
Might as well put the soul out of misery."

"Belay that
Harris," a seventies pimp said entering the room. "I bring
word from the Powers That Be that Angel is off limits."

"Do you think I
would listen to something a demon puppet like you says?" Xander
sneered out his question in complete contempt. "You know they
probably loathed me before what with someone here with freewill and
not a predestined puppet. Oh yeah don't call me Harris or did you not
get the memo, Whistler?"

"You really don't
want the bosses mad at you kid," Whistler said as if talking to
a two year old going so far as to give the same look a mother gives a
petulant child. "They have plans for Angel. He is supposed to
stop a big bad here as part of his training and then go on to do
great things before finally becoming human."

"So that is what
the Puppeteers That Be tell you huh," Xander said in a snide
manner before tilting his head and chuckling darkly. "Guess they
tend not to tell you things. There plans never included me so what
have I done to mess up there plans. Let me guess. Angel was supposed
to sit in his apartment as Buffy goes to her death. The Master then
opens the Hellmouth and is promptly eaten by the guardian. Angel all
in mourning goes to somewhere most likely LA as it is near and
dedicates his life to save the innocent in an attempt to make up for
failing to save the woman he thinks of as his soul mate. So how is it
coming Whistler? How close to there original plans is it? Let me
guess when Buffy drowned only to be resuscitated by yours truly the
next potential was called and given how much like bastards the
council is they never told us about the new slayer and they neglected
to inform the most likely Council indoctrinated Slayer that their had
been a Slayer that had friends and a support structure. Now given
that Liam is attached by a curse and balance must be maintained
something must serve to break the curse that acts as a relief in
regards to the energy requirement that the Gypsies were unable to
meat. Given that all magic has a cost and they want the demon to
suffer something that alleviates the suffering would work."

"Ah Xander,"
Willow started confused at her friends behavior. "Did the
possession change you or something because I don't recall you ever
sounding this smart before."

"You know what the
Harris family is like Willow," Xander said with a resigned sigh.
"What would they do if they knew I was actually smart and not
just a smart ass?"

"Oh," Willow
said in shock before frowning at him seriously. "We have a lot
to talk about mister."

"Yeah we do,"
Xander said before giving her a firm hug. "Now that I am no
longer a Harris nor live in that house I guess I don't need to play
dumb anymore. Back to the point the curse would require the
alleviation of guilt and what better a way then having a Slayer feel
it was human. Yo corpse boy!"

"What do you want?"
Angel snarled out trying to remove the blessed silver blade from his
shoulder. "Haven't you done enough already?"

"Not really and I
guess you are in too much pain to pay attention," Xander said
with a sigh before running his right hand through his hair. "Short
story Angelus if Liam goes away I will hunt you down and show you all
the creative things I have learned. Before last night I could have
given you a run for your money. After last night with Azrael and
Alucard's lessons added I really don't think Angelus would last long
if he gets free. Do you understand dead boy?"

Angel looked confused
for a moment before the information seemed to sink in and what his
thoughts were was easily scene in his facial impressions.

Not taking a moment to
allow the disappointing and sad excuse of a man gather his thoughts
Xander said, "Seems you have an idea of why doing anything that
would jeopardize your continued existence would be a bad thing."

"Let me get this
clear," Joyce said as all of what she had just scene had time to
process. "Angel here is an older man who was displaying stalker
tendencies and if he was human I would have seen about getting him
sent to prison for pedophilia and other unsavory behavior. However as
he is a corpse that makes going to prison impossible as the dead have
no legal rights. To make things even more complicated there was some
sort of relationship with my daughter who most likely has kissed him
and not been disgusted with the coldness. That is rather disgusting
as cold feet are bad enough. Now romanticizing a star crossed lovers
mortal enemy situation enhanced by the mysterious man would lead to a
crush even without real experience. You do realize that I would have
forbidden you to see him if we had met as I would have found a
relationship inappropriate."

"But mom,"
Buffy started to say.

"Don't tell me you
think you are in love with him," Joyce said as she tried to
massage out the headache that was forming. "You have been
through enough crushes to know the difference by now. Besides there
is still the fact that you lied to me. And while the rest of you have
as well I can understand protecting a friend. Given what happened I
can understand why Buffy most likely did not try to bring it up
especially after what happened. Though there are some things that
seem a bit off..."

Xander tilted his head
and looked at Joyce what he said caused him to blink before growling
out, "Memory charm."

He could not believe
that the watchers would go to such lengths to get a malleable slayer
again. Everyone knew that the most successful slayers were those that
the council had not corrupted. If it had not been for the fact that
being a slayer was incompatible with being a mystic then Kasumi would
have been called and the result of a second attempt to kidnap her
would have been even more bloody.

"Xander?"
Joyce asked as she wondered concerned that something had happened
that made him broody.

"They used a memory
charm," Xander said with loathing. "I am guessing by the
way things turned out that they needed a way for you to come here and
manipulated things so that Buffy would show up here and more than
likely to break her freewill so that she would be a good
indoctrinated slayer. Giles is going to have a lot to answer to
tomorrow!"

"They tampered with
my memories?" Joyce asked in disbelief. "I can understand
somewhat but I would like to know what was real."

"Tampering with the
mind is dangerous," Xander said. "Memories are fickle
things and while there are ways to undo the alteration there are
risks depending on what methods were used. There are several
different methods to suppress memories and many forms of counters
that would need to analyze the way it was done so that nothing
permanently damaging could happen."

"You at least have
an idea on a method that should retrieve the memories without undo
stress or danger," Willow said as she noticed what he had not
said. "There is however the fact that you need to examine the
alteration to discern which method to use and you are in part
hesitant to so blandly violate Joyce's mind. As such you were trying
to find a suitably gentle way to ask to look for the residue to
remove it and thus allow Joyce to remember things, but you are aware
that you would see things that are not desirable to be seen on your
way to do so."

"Is this true
Xander?" Joyce asked hesitantly seeing how she had some things
that were better forgotten in her past and yet knew she needed to
know what happened.

"Yes and as much as
I would like the matter over and done with there are complications to
just entering someones mind to fix the problem," Xander said
with a sigh. "The Watcher's Council tends to use magic in a
rather blatant and blunt manner similar to a few other groups of
magic users and as such the known methods to correct such
would be infeasible in dealing with any ally or friend as the method
is akin to mentally raping the victim until practically nothing of
their personality remains to sustain the block. A high level telepath
or more likely psionic would be able to dissolve the barrier on the
memories with ease but they are far too often seduced by their
abilities and the euphoria that comes with controlling others so
completely."

Amy looked at him and
like Willow had earlier noticed the way that he had stressed known
subtly said, "You said known methods but I think you meant to
imply that there were other methods than that and your comment on
mind control were to hint that a method that you know could leave a
person with an altered personality, but there is the way you seem to
be skirting around the issue with that slight look you gave the
whimpering vampire. Something perhaps to do with mesmerism that
vampires are known to have perhaps?"

"Got it in one
Amy," Xander admitted. "There is a method that was rather
common among the more ancient times that vampires knew to repair
altered minds. It was mostly used to safeguard memories from being
extracted through torture and the more invasive of mental probes.
That Horus knew that method is understandable considering his
parentage as well as his sudo extended family."

"Why would he know
a skill that is normally known by vampires and old ones at that?"
Cordy asked finally entering the conversation as something needed to
be asked and the others were to tactful to do so. "What is it
about the extended family that is so important that you tried to make
it an offhand dismissed comment?"

"Now that is a very
loaded question," Xander said. "Still considering how
little you know about him that would make sense. Long story short is
that he has two aunts who are worshiped as goddesses in Egypt and
Japan by the names of Bast and Inari. His father figure is Orroborus
also known as Azrael to some. His father was part of a triad bond
with Ilyanna and Ama Des Sarta. Those being the princesses of the
Shapeshifter and Vampire Races. By vampire I don't mean Nosferatu,
Blood Demons or some of the more interesting Eastern types. Now as a
father in law he ended up with Gulcuth the Gargantuan the first King
of the Vampire Nation and one seriously powerful physically as well
as mentally and magically a man there was. Most would consider him
either a Titan or the like in terms of raw power. He was however not
all about the force and was quite skilled at the mental arts. When
his daughter was killed he managed to extract the information from
the assailant without crushing their minds and they would have lived
without any problems if he hadn't arranged for a very slow execution.
One real difference between their type and Corpse boy there is that
the child sire bond is much stronger that and they like the Nosferatu
of the Mideon persuasion can have children."

"I take that all of
that meant that you know a technique that can fix things but you
didn't want to intrude without my permission?" Joyce asked
before looking at him thoughtfully. "Well it is nice to ask
first but I do trust you so you might as well do so, but first
something about that person should be dealt with. The burning flesh
from the blessed silver is rather nauseating."

"Yes it is rather
pungent," Xander said in an offhand manner. "Does anyone
object to removing such an odorous individual?"

Surprisingly Buffy was
quite at this point though that might have been that the other girls
were distracting her from objecting as they rather wanted the
nuisance to go away. That hands and feet were taunting and teasing
each other was rather normal considering that all parties were acting
like hormonal teenagers the past while. Xander looked over to see
that no one objected before smirking at the whimpering vampire and
raised his hand summoning the dagger out causing Angel to yelp out.

The grin on Xander's
face was rather feral reminiscent of the time he was possessed by the
Hyena and with a flick of the blood stained dagger said, "Out
with you."

Surprisingly the door
opened and Angel was sent flying out. Everyone ignored the painful
scream of the vampire hitting things. They either did so as they
either did not care or were too distracted to think about him. The
only one who was not amused was Whistler who looked to be rather
irritated. Then again he was used to people just doing what his
bosses said. They were the Powers That Be after all and as such were
not to be questioned.

"What do you think
you are doing Harris?" Whistler managed to ask before he was
suddenly caught dead in his tracks with what the boy was doing.

Xander had started
drawing a sigil in the air with Angel's blood hanging in the air
before he seemed to mutter, "By blood and ash I bind thee
nevermore to enter this place. Not of the living I bar thee from
entering. Seekers with ill intent I ban thee never to enter this
home. Intruders on this home and hearth I banish thee. So it is said
so mote it be."

Whistler suddenly let
out a screech as he was ejected.

Xander merely told the
demon as he was being forced away, "I am merely keeping my
family safe from meddlers and others with reason to harm them.
Nothing personal you understand I just don't respond well to those
that threatened them."

"So are you going
to fix it?" Joyce asked rather suddenly dismissing the other
matter as having any relevance now that it was dealt with.

"I can take a look,
but despite my memories of certain things that does not necessarily
translate to level of skill," Xander admitted in a sad tone
lamenting that something so important would come up so soon and him
being so unprepared for it. "Although practicing should turn the
knowledge to skill."

"I am ready,"
Joyce said simply.

That was all it took for
Xander to dive into her mind as their eyes met. For Xander it was as
if he had closed his eyes even though they were open in the real
world. It would seem odd to some but Joyce's mind was thankfully
organized in a hallway and not just random thoughts. He firmly
searched for the obscured remnants that any memory clouding would
have thankfully those doors seemed to be just a bit gray compared to
the other doors. To truly remove a memory was not something that
magic excelled at as that skill was more in the domain of a psionic
and those specializing in mental control. Then again those that were
truly able to do so had some of the firmest self policing of any
group do to the ease . The problem was the haziness that surrounded
the memories in the right time frame seemed to have counterparts
elsewhere as if there had been other modifications along the way in
addition to the haziness that mind altering chemicals would induce.

Xander spent a moment to
listen to what the person altering Joyce's memories had to say. He
was rather shocked and realized that while he could remove the
haziness that clouded the memories that they would not be ordered
clearly and while accessible would not be easily recalled compared to
the unaltered memories. He did notice that Joyce's mind was at least
somewhat organized not as much as someone with photographic memory
but better than most.

'Perhaps when this is
all over Joyce can learn a bit to help improve her recall more as
well as prevent this from happening again,' Xander thought as he
closed the mental door that had hidden the memories of what the
Council's agents had done. 'There is no way that I will confront
Giles today. With that memory there is no way that I would be
rational when I leave. I guess it is a good thing that this method
made me leave most of my emotions in my body so as not to corrupt
things. Now to ease the shift a bit.'

With that Xander
rearranged the doors of the formerly blocked memories. It took a bit
but he managed to change the alteration from reducing the memories
accessibility to the emotions that had been present. It would not do
to have Joyce have to deal with those emotions and what the
aftereffects were from reliving the memories as most other methods
would have done.

When he was finally done
he stood instead of a hallway a circular room from which the hallway
was reached. He closed his eyes after gulping at what was before him.
As soon as he made to open his eyes he was back in the real world. He
felt the emotions that were repressed flare for a moment before
pushing them down. He reached over and brought Joyce into a hug.

"We will definitely
be talking to Giles tomorrow," Xander said. "If his
organization was willing to do that then there are a lot of issues to
be discussed."

"Definitely,"
Joyce said. "Now I don't know about you but I definitely feel
tired. Anyone else ready to go to bed?"

Surprisingly it was only
Buffy that did not feel like it. So she sat down stairs as the rest
of the group returned to her mother's bedroom. She heard them from
downstairs s they acted quite active for someone so tired. Eventually
Buffy went to bed and tried to sleep through most of the noise. There
were to many thoughts in her head anyways. Things had changed so
suddenly. Besides she needed to talk with Giles anyways. Her father
had left and now she did not know if she could trust her Watcher. She
hadn't wanted one after Merrick had died. Still he had been a
presence in her life even if she had spent time with her father over
the summer. She seemed to have had a rather dismal year so far
considering how she had acted.

'Sleep then deal with
this,' Buffy thought as she brought the pillow closer to muffle the
noises. 'There is no way that I am going in there now even if... No!
Not going to think about it.'

With that she head a
final shout and the house was finally quite. The rest were soon to
follow into slumber. Tomorrow would have a number of issues to deal
with. The known was was Rupert Giles. There were other issues that
were completely unthought of that would possibly change the dynamics
again after not even a moment of stability.

Chapter 8: Telling the
Father figure

******************

Buffy awoke to the
sounds of a sort she did not want to hear. She could clearly with her
slayer hearing make out the rather positive encouragement that she
was hearing. That it was her mother as well as the closest thing to a
girl friend she had in the dale was rather disconcerting and that was
without Cordelia the nemesis and thorn of what her calling had taken
from her. Amy she would not have minded much yet she had pretty much
stayed clear of Xander do to the obvious to a female do not disturb
already owned demeanor that Willow had put off. That she could hear
that Willow and Amy were being rather exploratory was somewhat
disturbing not like she had room to talk considering what had
happened back at Hemery.

Still there were things
that would have to be discussed today. She really did not want to
have to deal with the questions that would be asked about Giles and
the Council. Sure there were concerns considering there might have
been a chance that they wanted
her time in the asylum to make her malleable, but she had to trust
Giles or there would be almost no point. As loath as she was to admit
it she was the brawn and Giles was the brain. Her plans seemed doomed
to failure. Hell Xander kept coming up with better plans. She was
never going to admit that out loud especially how badly things went
when she came back from the summer in LA. Her brush with death had
made her foolish and her time with Hank had only made things worse.
She tried to go back to being Buffy the rich girl, air head,
Californian cheerleader while embracing being me slayer kill things I
know better.

'That
really turned out poorly,' Buffy thought as she recalled how close to
succeeding the resurrection of the Master had been. 'That really was
a low point and the way Xander reacted made me remember how he had
been. I am lucky that he didn't leave me to rot after the dance.'

"You
really fucked up that time Summers," Buffy whispered. "Now
how are you going to recover things now. Mom didn't freak this time
so something is up. All your friends are not going to take the cold
shoulder you normally would give. Admit it the sex was better than
you had thought. Problems are Willows claim, Cordelia as a rival and
worse of all is mom. Your only lover did things to your mother and
worse you joined in. Deep down you know if he asked that you would
not mind a repeat despite the ick factor. Second your mother is no
where near as strait laced as you thought. Her active participation
with the orgy is a testament to that both last nights and this
morning. I know that if i go in there I won't get out without somehow
joining in."

'Not
like I would mind a few mind blowing orgasms,' Buffy though as she
drifted off from her mumbling. 'Becoming the slayer made that urge
more so. I will admit that part of the attraction to Angel was that
he is more than human physically so that he might last as well as not
having to worry about him in a fight. Now Xander is the same way. Not
that he was unattractive before except for those things he called
clothes and that horrible dress sense. Now he seems to not have a
need to stand out with his clothes besides they were cheap and that
might have been why...'

While
Buffy was trying to deal with all the contradicting thoughts the
events in the bedroom were wrapping up. It was a great way to start
the morning and a good bit of exercise helped stretch the muscles and
bones to better flexibility for the rest of the day. The assembled
group was covered in a sheen of sweat and not much else besides the
odd lick spots where other more exciting fluids had been lapped
clean. Still it was obvious that the group was all in need of a
shower and soon enough they would end up there. Sadly that more
pressing matters limited them to the fun they had and little more
they cleaned up but not without some cuddling and caressing more than
necessary as they cleaned up.

They
were mellowed out from a good number of mind calming climaxes and
made their way down the stairs to deal with the necessities of food
before going about their day. Xander as well as Joyce and definitely
Buffy along with Willow would need to be present during the
discussion with Giles although Xander had a feeling that having Jenny
Calender present would be a good thing. Xander suspected that she was
more than the Techno-pagan that she had portrayed but she did not
seem to have a malignant intent to the group although some of the
things were clearer to Xander after Halloween. Xander did not want to
think what damages the spell had fixed.

'Still
need to talk to Giles,' Xander thought with a sigh as he settled down
to practically shovel in the food similar to most of the rest of the
houses inhabitants. 'Buffy definitely needs to stop shorting on the
food. Slayers need the calories and becoming anorexic is not a good
thing. Still if things in the beginning had been different than
perhaps... better off not thinking about that. I still cannot believe
that I was so oblivious in some things and yet how much could be
indirect manipulations by the puppets that be? They like their games
and as a part of the Concordance we cannot just eliminate all of them
as they fall under the Creators sphere of influence while they are
prohibited from direct action anymore. Still there are rules I am
bound by now even if the lines of destiny and fate are mutable with a
sorcerer around. The Covenant between mystics and the rest of
humanity were necessary and yet the vagueness of the guiding
imperatives led to the Sorcerer Wars. Sorcerers had been charged
during the Demon Wars with the elimination or at least cessation of
the hostilities and the survival of the human species. Without a
certain chain of command after the sealing and the beginning of the
Restoration there became a time when Masters were equal in authority
and conflict led to greater suffering in the name of the greater
good. The Concordance ended the Sorcerer Wars as well as declaring
peace with the former hierarchy in regards to the hereafter. The
prohibition in the escalation of hostilities between sorcerers was a
necessary yet limiting action as the more useful of spells because
they were so destructive.'

"Xander?"
Willow asked oddly in a return to her meek way. "How are we
going to deal with Giles? I mean he has helped out and all..."

"It
all depends how he responds," Xander said with a sigh.
"Personally I rather like Giles and he ahas been more of a
father to us than our own, but..."

"But
what?" Amy asked. "While I admit that he helped out with
the situation with my mother there are still things we don't know. We
might be able to trust him, but what about the council as a whole.
They don't have the best of reputations after all."

"And
that is in those groups that are active in defensive measures,"
Xander said. "Most of the other organizations loathe or despise
the council as being the most corrupt agency to ever claim to save
the world. Even a lot of the secret organizations that know about
them trust them as far as an ant can throw a car. There have been to
many actions that are claimed as for the greater good. No we will
have to see how Giles stands before any real decision can be made and
putting it off too much longer is not a good thing."

"So
we will have to ask the man some hard questions," Joyce said.
"Willow you said he reacted to the name of the man responsible
for the incident and that he seemed to know him correct?"

"Yes
Giles hinted that they had a history and I am guessing that perhaps
Giles had a past we didn't know about and that led to him joining the
watchers in a way to atone for the recklessness of youth,"
Willow said after a moments thought. "Still the change in his
behavior seems to indicate that he was more of a bad boy when he was
younger. Given that Ethan seemed to do this for no reason than to
cause mischief yet didn't care if people would be injured or even
killed is somewhat troubling."

"Yet
it would explain some of his actions clearer," Xander said with
a strange tone in his voice. "Think about it he is experienced
in magic yet almost never uses it. Now he was able to brew in part
the potion to undue a rather powerful vengeance curse yet does not
seem to be able to use common magic. Does that seem strange almost as
if he had his magical potential bound or atrophied. Practitioners
tend to focus too much in one field and overspend their potential in
that branch and in an odd way do not have the resources to gain in
the other fields. The limits of attributes are real even if gamers
seem to have a better grasp on it. So it will be a mostly play it by
ear situation but Giles does not act like most watchers who would
treat their slayer like one would treat a tool."

"Hmmm,"
Buffy started before realizing that unlike normally she was no longer
eating as little as before and that for once she was not feeling
always hungry and as such her mouth still had food in it. "Merrick
didn't seem like that either although there was a tendency to trying
to hint that staying with my family would put them in danger and that
a slayer should only trust her watcher to know what is best."

"Well
considering that most potential slayers when called let the slayer
spirit flow a bit too freely and in a way act similar to how you said
I acted during the zoo incident that is understandable," Xander
said with his eyes slightly glazed. "There is also the fact that
slayers tend to eventually believe that the power they have makes
them better and thus more fit to make decisions even in situations
where that is not the case."

"So
basically they tend to become self centered control freaks,"
Cordelia said. "Still it seems slightly odd that we took this as
well as we have and yet I feel a lot more relaxed. The only problem
would be my parents with how they wanted me to marry equal or better
yet up."

"From
what I have been told I was adopted or something," Xander said
as he started to clear the table. "Not like I technically have
not been adopted again. It is rather nice to know that I am not
related to the Harris's, but we should go considering that Giles
should be there soon."

With
that the group cleaned up before heading to the car. While they could
have walked there was the fact that they might want to put some space
between them and Giles if things went sour and Joyce while in good
shape was not athletic enough to sprint back home easily. Buffy would
have been able to make it there in a few minutes and the other
Scooby's could have in a bit more time before. Xander was well aware
that the physical improvements had put him at a level to put those
under the Hyena's possession to shame and that had been equal
strength wise to a slayer if not the reflexes. That was before now he
had to literally hold himself back from out pacing his friends as he
walked to the car and part of him wanted to test out his abilities
outside the bedroom as it were. He knew from the memories that he was
a lot faster than before but he knew that it took training to keep up
that edge or more accurately better utilize the improved body.

'While
I may not be as fast as say the Flash would be,' Xander thought a bit
giddy, 'that does not mean that I am Joe Normal anymore if I ever
was. The issue with the Codex Prophecy hints that there is more to it
than that. Prophecies are for the most part self fulfilling and
destiny tends not to be as easily altered as one might think even
with the true nature of free will. Add to that Ethan's little stunt
should have left me the same or more likely crippled and not like
this. No spell or ritual even invoking a god should have had the
effect that it did. Perhaps if done on a child but there are no signs
of the problems that even the Creation Ritual would have on someone
my age. That only leaves the possibility that I was a latent that
never broke threw as it were. That would account of the prophecy as
well as the oddness around me before that and I seemed to blend in
even with the Hawaiian shirts becoming another piece of the
background.'

While
Xander was going threw these thoughts that were further throwing his
world out of whack, the other passengers and even the driver in the
car were sorting threw and finally processing some of the things that
they had been through. Buffy had not been in on the sex so was
actually able to have processed more if it had not been that her
libido had reared itself and wondered why there was a sudden dry
spell again. Amy was thinking about some of the offhand comments
meant considering how she had been behaving with the magic she had
been learning. Willow was mostly torn between the fun she had been
having and worry about the surrogate father figure being in his own
way as detrimental as her absentee parents were even though as
psychologists they should have known better. Cordelia was processing
the experience and that she knew she would definitely prefer it not
ending and how to do so while remaining the Queen of the school.
Joyce was driving but her only regret in the situation is the jail
bait argument that she would have to deal with. There was no regret
to the sex or getting Xander out of that hellhole even if it was not
going to be him living in her room and outlasting her vibrator.

Thankfully
the trip was not to long and soon they pulled up to the High School.
It was in part because they had never been to Giles house and he
always was there near the books anyways. Xander just assumed it was
that if their was a body they could dump it strait into the sewers
from the library. Personally he hoped to avoid that as well as sit
back and enjoy Joyce verbally castrate the man. Some of his decisions
had been with hindsight utterly foolish. That he had permitted them
to help and not given much if any training to better assist was a
serious strike against him. Still he knew the council would never get
slayers to use guns like retrieval teams. Their love for shiny and
blunt instruments was a given but he knew Buffy for some reason
detested guns and that for reasons unknown demons likewise didn't
carry guns or body armor.

The
gang had made a rather silent walk to the library. This was the
moment where there future rested not in classes or career choices but
this moment. Would Joyce be the only adult in their lives that they
could trust or not? Before Halloween they had been thinking of Joyce
and Giles as well as perhaps Ms. Calender as trusted adults not like
the others who abandoned or abused them eitehr physically or
verbally.

'If
things worked out or not we would still need to talk to Ms.
Calender,' Xander thought as he approached the door to the library.
"There is a difference between the various types of magic users
and the groups of practitioners in general. Besides there is no way
that she is a mere Techno-pagan. There is the way she looks and that
subtle accent that she seems to hide. If I didn't know better I would
say she was Romani. Add in that she seemed somewhat overly curious
about the corpse would make it likely that if she was than she would
be a member of the Kaldarash and Calender is close enough to that so
probably Janna Kalderash if my suspicions are correct. Most likely
she has already or will inquire in the mischief the night before. So
it is likely that regardless of who she really is and her goals that
she will be here. The Kalderash were rather favored by Alucard before
and he actually talked about them to Horus. Personally I wouldn't
give myself a chance against him at the moment even with the muscle
memories that have been ingrained.'

Xander
gave a sharp knock to the door before flinging it open as they
entered before saying, "Dr. Giles we need to talk."

It
was better to ere on the side of caution and starting with respect
was important. It was sadly no time to be flippant even if perhaps it
would break the tension that had suddenly formed as the door opened.
Besides given how he knew of watchers before and what had happened in
the other Sunnydale and what he had heard about how the other Giles
turned out perhaps a reoccurred of that practitioner of some ill
repute known as Ripper among the demon underground would be well
advised.

Xander
took a look of coldness as he looked the man over before he asked
darkly, "Or do you prefer Ripper still?"

That
caused the man to start and a speculative light to be momentarily
noticeable in Ms. Calenders eyes. Secrets were a fact of life and yet
any relationship was of necessity built on trust. He knew it was best
that he didn't let Joyce in or she would verbally tear him apart far
better than Cordelia had ever verbally stripped him naked to the
world.

"What
happened to calling me simply Giles or that dreadful nickname?"
Giles asked as he covered up his irritation on his former nickname
being spoken in less than a few days. "We have known each other
for over a year and yet you act as if you never knew me."

"Did
we ever know you?" Willow asked in trepidation.

"As
Willow asked what do we know about you," Xander began. "Trust
cannot be built on lies and yet you did so. Besides more importantly
how close are you to the ideals of other members of your
organization. We are rather concerned because of what happened to
Joyce. It seems that some watchers or perhaps even Merrick had set
things so that if she told anyone no one would believe her."

"I
trusted you," Buffy said. "Yet how can I trust you when I
don't really know you especially do to Ethan."

"Buffy,"
Giles began.

"That's
Ms. Summers to you Mr. Giles," Joyce said in a voice the would
cause most demons to soil themselves. "I suspected something but
at least it is not as bad as I had feared in that regard although
that you said nothing about my daughter and her relationship with
someone several centuries her senior as well as being an animated
corpse does not speak well for your common sense."

"Joyce,"
Xander said softly as he moved behind her and started to try to calm
her with a small relaxing massaging motion to her shoulders. "Buffy
is a your daughter and do you really think that Dr. Giles here would
be able to convince her that she was dong something like that. I love
you dearly but you are stubborn and when you set yourself on
something you stick to it. Buffy is the same way. While this is a
good thing to have convictions and stick to them sometimes one
follows there heart and not their head. Now while it is important to
follow the heart and the heart knows and believes what it does
sometimes the heart makes us blind to others faults. Love tends to
sugar coat things. Buffy is like you after all and loves truly madly
and deeply. Can you blame her for not trying to find something or
someone to hang on to while her life fell apart?"

Joyce
just leaned against him and into his massaging hands making a
murmuring sound of agreement. She had calmed down from protective
mother mode a bit too easily, but Xander knew it was temporary.

"Now
than Giles what say we lay our cards on the table as it were,"
Xander said in a somewhat jovial mood. "You can understand that
we have not had the best of interactions with adults let alone
authority figures so you can see why we are somewhat hesitant to
trust you now."

"Where
do you want to start?" Giles asks as he sits down somewhat
heavily as things were not going as he thought they would.

"In
the beginning of course," Xander said with a grin. "And by
that I do not mean that fiction the Watchers cam up with."

"Fiction?"
Giles asked in a somewhat confused tone of voice. "What fiction
would that be pray tell?"

"That
would be the whole beginning speech," Xander said with a
somewhat sinister smile. "You know the one that goes the world
began not as a paradise but as a hell. Short answer is that the world
began as a somewhat paradise full of many wonderful sights and
sensation to behold. It may not have been perfect but it was far
better than what came after. Eventually there was an invasion. The
demons came and their horde were like locusts upon the earth.
Eventually humanity got themselves reorganized and fought back. It
took awhile, but they eventually managed to drive the majority of the
demonic horde leaving us with the pale imitations that still cling on
like cockroaches. The whole slayer thing came much later right after
the mess was pretty much dealt with. Now how about we start with your
beginnings, Ruppert Giles aka the Ripper? Didn't think that I would
look closer than appearances did you? I never was as oblivious or
stupid as I may have appeared before... and I am far less so now."

"Well I take it
that you have a good idea of what I was like and my past then,"
Giles said sadly as he sat down almost defeated. "From that I
take it that you have little reason to trust me..."

"You mean the fact
that you come from a long line of watchers and that in your Oxford
years you in a fit of rebellion began to dabble in 'dark magic',"
Xander said somewhat sarcastically. "Things got out of hand and
seeking to atone for the accident that your youthful indiscretion
caused you went back to your father while your good friend Ethan
Rayne delved deeper into chaos magic and still has not grown up as it
were. Yeah you made mistakes, but who doesn't? Still it was the
watcher thing more than your dabbling in summoning demons and your
stint in the underground that are my current concerns. You seem to
have made a complete one eighty from where you were. There is plenty
of evidence that watchers in general are not to be trusted
considering that little snafu in Japan and some other matters."

"So this is the
part where you want me to alleviate any of your concerns than,"
Giles said somberly. "You know that I would have to deal with a
divided loyalty. First to the group here and then with my
organization."

"That is
understandable," Xander said after a moment of thought. "But
just so you know you might want to just walk outside and slit your
throat after yelling free buffet as it would be preferable to what I
would do fi you double crossed or in any other way betrayed us.
Family comes first you know and we are family after all. If one
cannot trust their comrades in the field who can one trust?"

"There is that
there is also that sometimes one must do things that one does not
like that are necessary," Giles began to say before Xander cut
in.

"Mention the
Cruciamentum and the results would be
unpleasant," Xander simply said causing everyone around them to
shudder form the sudden chill that the coldness of his voice caused.
"I have a similar stand in that regard to an associate of mine.
By the way he plans on swinging through town at some point thought
you should know. It wouldn't do for say a retrieval team to show up
and there to be any unfortunate accidents."

"Quite," Giles
said before again being cut off.

"Are you two done
posturing?" Joyce asked suddenly showing her irritation at the
way the situation had deteriorated. "If so know this you hurt
Buffy or any of the rest of my family I'll make your life hell...
perhaps hang you by your gonads?"

After the two males
winced they nodded in agreement even though Xander was aware that the
statement had not been aimed at him or that Joyce would do something
like that to him even if it was likely that she would convince the
others to make him sleep on the couch. Joyce could be scary when she
tried and they were males that had enough sense to know when to be
quite and let the scary part pass. Seemingly unnoticed Buffy and
Willow shared a look and mouthed the words scary.

"Right back on
track," Xander said after having calmed down a bit. "We
understand the problems that this situation causes but we did need to
get that part of this discussion over with. Ms. Calender I was
wondering if you would mind talking to Amy and Willow while Joyce
expresses her ideas of the way things have been handled to Giles?
Consider it a favor to Family..."

At that Giles shot him a
look similar to a man being thrown to the lions. Jenny was currently
with a thoughtful look on her face as she seemed to be debating what
to do. While things seemed to be drifting into one of those
uncomfortable moments there would be a sudden shift with a simple
phrase barely whispered.

"Dosta
Janna,(Enough Janna)" Xander whispered seemingly so that only
Jenny heard causing her eyes to widen and a shiver to shudder through
her as his eyes showed something older and powerfuler than she had
suspected. "Bu-ino shebari li' sa' eerm tu trebuie asista
aceste gorgio, hai shala (Proud woman by
the highest gods, you shall aid these outsiders, do you understand?)

"Hai'she'li(Yes,
I swear)," Janna mumbled after making eye contact before
glancing over the girls and saying, "Well I might as well talk
to you as it seems that we do have some things to discuss."

"Well
I might as well leave you two to talk," Xander said. "Buffy
and I need to talk over a few things."

With
that the two settled down to a quite discussion while Xander and
Buffy's ears twitched from the discussion Joyce was having with Giles
proving that enhanced hearing was not always a good thing. Cordy
settled down to relax a bit and think things through. Amy and Willow
were discussing their magic potential and trying to arrange proper
training so neither went the same way as Amy's mother,. Catherine the
Great. Eventually there was a slight thump almost as if someone was
dragging themselves into the library from the sewer entrance.

"Giles,"
came the voice from the way obviously still in pain. "A little
help."

"Dead
boy what are you doing here?" Xander asked. "Can't you stay
out of living people's business?"

"Can
it Harris," Angel snarled out. "If it wasn't for you I
wouldn't be in this mess. What did you do to that dagger forge it
with blessed metal and cool it in holy water?"

"How
ever did you guess corpse man?" Xander asked sarcastically. "It
wouldn't be the fact that it still hasn't healed would it?"

"Harris,"
Angel snarled again.

"Can
it DB," Xander said. "It is obvious that you can neither
think or care for yourself. Why the clan that cursed you didn't cause
you to be lobotomized into one of the happy people helping others
causing your demon agony I will never know." 'Or will I? He
thought looking at Janna before continuing to taunt the corpse,
"Still there are ways to heal that you know. Just burn it or
pour some holy water over it and heal the wound as normal. The
blessing prevents the wound from closing unless cleaned or willing
blood is given. Kind of prevents the snatch and suck from healing
afterwards. It is not like you did something stupid like drink animal
blood from the butchers or heaven forbid stolen medical blood because
it would be so much worse..."

Xander
had trailed off as the look of shock appeared on Angel's face. He
really despised the being and the soul was a puts from what he had
read. A womanizer of the sort he disliked and even Horus with his
more liberal attitude in relationships was not one to fuck or as he
would say shag a bird to bliss and then leave them. Well unless both
parties had agreed to that that is. Mystics were an odd lot to the
mainstream of society with the convoluted way they did not fall into
the political and social spectrums neatly in any category. In
military matters they could be more conservative than any the same
with privacy concerns while in most social issues they were
libertarian to the core. Free sex, and if it didn't harm you or
others and didn't interfere with your work it was all good. That most
thought the so called drug wars were stupid except that the drugs had
harmful effects on the person and society.

'Still
getting used to there being a society even if not hidden anymore that
has a more open lifestyle than hippies at least in regards to sex is
somewhat disconcerting,' Xander thought as he tuned out Joyce's more
verbal rant increasing in volume while also enjoying the walking
corpse's mutters of insult to injury or was it injury to insult. 'Not
that there was anything wrong with the whole idea of peace just that
war is something to be avoided but not at all costs. Probably why so
few mystics acknowledge the hypocrisy of people among the Christian
nations with the whole turn the other cheek and overly meek
stereotypes. There are not many demons that can be hugged and loved
to death and a good number of them still think of humans as the other
white meat. I mean even lycanthropes for the most part avoid human
flesh nowadays. Though how much of that is the chemicals that humans
put in everything I do not know. You are what you eat and I never
thought I would think this perhaps I need to cut down on the Twinkie
binges. Still most only view the free and open sexuality as the only
smart thing the hippies did outside of trying to become self
sufficient. What could have happened if mystics or some other
enhanced group had been outed during the sixties is a recipe for
disaster with all the secret government and non organizations that
thankfully did not come across any truly able psychics, magic users
or even physical adepts as it were.'

"Let
me guess you being a rather slow witted sanguine went with the old
standby that fresh blood can heal anything short of beheading or your
heart being destroyed," Xander said after enjoying the suffering
the gel haired man's stupidity had wrought himself. "Let this be
a lesson that even if one has been alive for a few centuries they do
not necessarily know everything about anything. Now if you wouldn't
mind terribly much removing yourself as you seem to have been rolling
around in the sewers as I will eventually have to have a discussion
with Giles after Joyce has finished verbally flaying a few years off
his life then again that is where vermin belong is it not?"

A
growl was his only response before being doused in water and then air
blasted clean. That it made his hair stand strait up only brought a
twitching smirk to Xander's mouth.

"Hey
Jenny," Xander said drawing her attention to Angel's
predicament, "if it isn't Angel the wonder puppy I don't know
what is."

The
gypsies laughter filled the room that was soon joined by Joyce's
chucking and the giggle of the girls other than Buffy who was trying
to keep hers in with Giles managing to not to start guffawing.
Suffice it to say that the thoroughly embarrassed Irish want to be
vampire sulked and attempted to stalk out dramatically. That was
before he slipped on a patch of water and slipped to land in an
audible splash in the water portion of the sewer below. At that point
those not laughing could even with Giles British stiff upper lip keep
it in and the entire library was filled with belly aching laughter.

Afterwards
Xander lagged behind as he noticed that Ms. Calender wished to speak
with him. He sighted and was grateful that dealing with angry women
was something that seemed to have been a skill and unlike memories
would not fade. He so did not want to recall what all Horus had told
him about his past few years; decades really thanks to the way
dimensions are not necessarily having time pass equally.

"We
need to talk," Jenny whispered once everyone was out of ear
shot.

"Yes
we do Janna Kalderash," Xander said equally as quite. "There
is much to discuss..."
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