AN: Mods used: Vampire Lord Armor, werewolf armor, inquisitor armor, Sorrow Bringer sword (do not know what mod its from, basically Mehrunes razor in sword form), Return of the falmer, and elder scroll on back, the ring of Molag Bal.

AN: also, Willow is gonna be gay right off the bat, and with Tara… I liked Tara

Do not know who Xander's gonna be with

The Elder Slayers

Xander looked around the store in worry. There were no fake guns and he had a limited cash supply. He wanted a great costume, but there was essentially no chance for him to get anything good. Looking to the trinket rack he thought there might be something good there to get.

Sitting on a small pillow, a ring stood out to him. It was aged, spiked, and looked like it would have radiated power if it were real. Approaching it he checked for a price tag. The thing was jut within his monetary range. And it even had a small description.

Born of Infernal Power, the Ring Of Molag Bal holds the power of the Daedric price of ominance and power. Take this ring and dominate your enemies!

Smiling at the pre-made back-story, Xander smiled and ricked up the ring. Walking up to the counter he smiled at the proprietor and paid for the ring. Looking to his friends he waited for Buffy to stop fawning over the dress and simply buy it. It took another twenty minutes for the girls to finish their selections get a move on.

While he was waiting he watched a shy looking blond girl pick out a black looking outfit with a cape. He also saw Willow doing something he never thought he would see, she picked up a costume that was not a ghost costume. Granted it was a modest robe of some kind, but beggars can't be choosers.

He stood calmly by the door, thinking about anything that he could do to make his costume work. When nothing came to mind he decided he would wear a plain shirt and pants, maybe add some pointy ears and die his head white. Anything was better than getting the troll any angrier than he already was.

Later at Buffy's

Xander stood in front of the door and waited for somebody to answer. Finally, Buffy opened the door and smiled at him. With a goofy grin he asked, "Buffy! Lady of Buffdom, duchess of Buffdonia! May I come in?"

The blond laughed and moved out of the way to let the goof in. He looked like he had tried to make himself blue but only managed to get slightly there, and he had a pair of pointy ears and piercing blue contacts in his eyes. Checking him up and down she grinned and asked, "So what are you supposed to be?"

"Snow elf," He said pointing to the ears. Then he held up his ring, "With the blessing of Molag Bal…. whoever that is."

"Oh! I got a nice ring too," raising her hand she showed him a ring with the delicately carved face of a ram on it, "The guy, Ethan, said that the ring was supposed to have the blessings of the Daedra Hircine."

Xander thought it odd that they would both have rings from something called Deadra, but he passed it off as coincidence and suggested that they wait for Willow. Turning to the stairs she called for Willow to come down. The pair waited for their friend and made idle chit chat while they did. After a minute or two they the last of the amigos walking down the stairs. Looking up they saw a smiling willow wearing a tan robe with intricate etching weaved into it. Xander asked her what she was going as, "I'm going as a member of the Psijic order. They're supposed to have been a really powerful clan according to the description that came with the robe."

Tilting his head in acceptance of that fact he grinned at his girls and said, "We ready to go?"

The pair nodded and they were off.

At the High School

"Miss McLay, I can not emphasize enough how much we do not tolerate foolishness at my school," A short, balding man told a blond girl in a dark outfit. The man, one Principal Snyder, sneered down at the girl in front of him. The new girl had transferred into Sunnydale not two days ago and had been cornered by the trollish man, and forced to join the Halloween escort service.

The blond, a shy junior by the name of Tara McLay, could only nod violently at the small man in front of her. Shy to a fault, she couldn't even find her voice to say yes. The Troll smiled at her fear for a few minutes then told her, "We have too many volunteers tonight so I'm going to pair you up with another delinquent. I think I'll put you with Miss Rosenberg for this. Come with me."

The girl followed meekly and as they walked, she pulled up her hood to hide herself. She had no idea why she had decided to wear a form fitting black outfit. Sure the name Nightingale was interesting, but she hadn't realized that the outfit would be so tight around her chest. She was eternally grateful for the cloak-like cape and the skirt like folding.

The pair walked out into the bustling halls and like fish sensing danger, a space was cleared for the troll to pass through. He made a b-line for a girl in a tan robe standing next to a girl in eigteenth century clothes and a boy with blue-ish skin. The troll marched right up to them and grabbed the robed girl and turned her around. She squawked in surprise then quieted down when Snyder began to speak, "Miss Rosenberg, as you are the only intelligent child in this school filled with delinquents, you will be partnered with Miss McLay while escorting the children. Is this clear?"

Willow nodded quickly and the troll stomped away. Turning to the other girl she smiled and gave her a hug, "hey, don't worry about it. He's bad, your good! Oh, here, these are Buffy and Xander. And I'm Willow!"

The pair smiled at her and nodded. Tara slipped off her hood again and smiled nervously at the pair. She held on tightly to the reassuring warmth of her guide, "N-n-nice t-tt-to m-me-meet you. I-I'm Ta-Tara."

Xander smiled at the new girl then turned to Buffy, "So buff, did you come prepared for anything?"

Buffy gave him a confused look for a few seconds before realizing what he meant, "Oh! No, Giles says that they take a break on Halloween. Something about it being to tacky these days."

Xander grinned at the irony then bade his companions a quick goodbye so he could find his little rascals. When he found them he quickly said, "Alright, does everybody know the secrets of sleazing candy? No? Alright this is what you do…"

Ethan's Costume Shop

The chaos practitioner stood in front of the Bust of Janus and smiled. He would sow much chaos on this day, and it would be glorious. Setting to work he painted his face and set up the candles and drew the necessary circles. Taking a breath he began the spell. When he finished he whispered to himself, "Showtime"

As he watched the spell begin to take effect he barely noticed the purple glow coming from behind him. As it was by the time he did notice a hand had clamped upon his shoulder. A red hand.

The Streets of Sunnydale, Xander

Xander led his tykes from one house to the next and waited for them to get their snacks. Smiling at their antics he didn't notice the sudden glowing of his skin, as well as the strange mist wafting off of him. He did notice when his ring began to burn. Lifting his had he stared at it for a second in worry.

That second was all he had before he was struck by the wafting chaos spell. The ring on his hand burst in red light and his senses dulled, and then there was nothing. Anybody watching would see the young man hunch into himself then burst outward. In a spackle of blood and excess flesh, a new creature floated where Xander Harris had stood seconds before.

The creature wore spiked black armor that glowed with crimson light at the seams. It had long, clawed fingers and feet and a pair of immense wings that were folded up on its back. The creature looked about itself in confusion then turned its head sharply to the door of a nearby house.

Little monsters were trying to tear into a house, but they backed off when they heard a snarl from behind. Turning they saw a creature that exuded dominance and power, and it had ordered them to back away from the home. With pitiful mewls of protest they agreed. The creature then sent them back to their nests. The child that each of the little monsters had been immediately identified that their nests were their homes, and they quickly went to each of their homes and directly to sleep.

The creature watched the monsters leave before taking a breath in through its nose. It smelt werewolf somewhere nearby, by not a wild wolf, a child of the hunt. A chosen of Hircine was in the area. The creature began to glide in the direction that it believed the chosen to be in.

The Streets of Sunnydale, Buffy

Buffy waited for her kids to get back to her. She watched as they got their treats and ran back to show her what they had gotten. There was a large collection of frowns as they showed her their prizes, "Toothbrushes, she is evil!"

Looking at her watch she saw it was almost time to return to the school, but there was enough time for one more house. She smiled at the little faces and said, "Alright we'll go to one more house then back to the school."

There was a mighty cheer at that and the group began to move off. Buffy was grinning widely at the happy faces around her. With a spring in her step she led her kids onward. She was mid-step when she felt a lurch in her. It felt like something was being torn out, her will to fight and all forms of power she had. She fought the feeling, trying to cling to her self-identity. In her inner struggle she didn't notice the kids change around her, and she did not notice the faint roar coming from her hand. More specifically her ring.

The power of the ring began to fight the weakness alongside the layer, and soon the two essences combined in their struggle. The spiritual battle between two possessions was a process that Buffy had to watch within her own mind. It was a battle between a weak little girl pressed on by a chaos spell, and an empowered ring that was fueled by the source of the slayer essence.

The ring won the struggle obviously, but it did not stop there. It would itself into the soul of the slayer and empowered her to the force she was meant to be at. Buffy roared a great and terrible roar as fur climbed up her body and her bones shifted. Clothes tore and fell from her form in rags and her modesty was preserved by a purple glow that dissipated to reveal dark armor that glowed fearsome amber.

Buffy looked at her new form, taller than any other being in her vicinity and stronger than she had ever been. She knew instinctively how to change back but her slayer senses were screaming at her that shifting back would not be a good idea at the moment. Turning she saw all of the little monsters rushing away from her in fear.

With a roar she recalled the former children. The little monsters were themselves children so when a larger creature ordered them to stop, they listened. Buffy tried to convey the need for the children to go home and go to bed. To her utter amazement they understood and obeyed her orders. Turning to make sure there were no more children on the streets, she caught a whiff of a strange scent. It pricked at her senses, and her slayer identified it as an equal.

With a shudder she began to search for a new trace of this scent so that she could find the source.

The Streets of Sunnydale, Willow and Tara

Tara was nervous; she was walking next to a pretty girl that was just brimming with untapped magical power. She was praying to every god she had ever heard of that Willow was gay. She even prayed to one of the gods her mom had told her had faded into legend, Mara.

She watched from the corner of her eye as Willow led the children through the streets. She noticed the beautiful figure that the girl had even through her clothes… magic was awesome like that. She couldn't help wonder if Willow felt the same way about her.

For the most part Willow was confused. Ever since they had left she had felt like she should know Tara from somewhere. It was such a peculiar feeling when she had hugged the other girl, she never hugged people she didn't know. But hugging Tara felt like the most natural thing in the world, like there should have been more than just hugging.

Neither had time to dwell on their feelings any further as the chaos spell washed over them. They both clutched each other to stay steady and looked about themselves. Willow lowered her hood and Tare hers as they looked at each other and then their surroundings.

Willow Redtree of the Psijic Order looked at her wife in astonishment, "Tara! You look a good twenty years younger! What happened?"

Tara of the Nightingales looked back at her wife and said, "you're one to talk love, you look like you did back when you were just an apprentice."

Willow conjured a mirror and paused, feeling the ambient magical atmosphere around her. It was malevolent and cancerous; almost like an oblivion portal was spread through the village they were in. Putting it to the back of her mind to deal with at some later point she looked herself in the mirror. She did indeed look like she did back when she was an apprentice.

"Alexander is going to tease me something fierce when we get back to the island," She said. Tara smirked and nodded, then quick as you blink kissed her wife. The red headed mage melted into the kiss, absentmindedly canceling the spell that permeated the area around them while banishing the creatures around them to their nests.

This had several unexpected consequences. First, the children who had been changed were immediately returned to their original forms. Second, the formerly mentioned children were returned unharmed to their homes. Third, and most important, it released the spell on the pair of kissing girls.

They did not realize this however, as they still retained the memories from their possessions. Instead of realizing they were kissing complete strangers, they believed they were kissing the wife they had lived with for years that had not happened yet. The kiss also gave the pair time to acclimate the memories of both lives they had lived.

It was due to this that when the kiss finally ended, they were not at all uncomfortable. They did decide that finding the versions of their friends in this reality was important though, so they made to head off. They would have headed in the last direction they had seen Xander if it were not for the sudden clearing of a throat.

Turning around they saw one of the aforementioned friends. Sitting on a mailbox was a fully transformed Vampire Lord, Alexander. The Lord hopped of the blue tin can and strode over to his friends. Though they could not see his face they knew he was smiling when he said, "I leave the island for a week and you get twenty years younger!"

Willow rolled her eyes and smacked an armored arm. Hugging her wife to her side she said, "Well look what the werewolf dragged in. Tara, honey, can you see anything past that ego?"

"No dear, I fear we may have to clean it up," The formerly shy girl had adopted her alternates personality and was thanking her Lady Nocturnal for the gift of confidence and love.

Alexander rolled his head and pulled his helm off to look at the pair in front of him. He smiled widely then took in a breath through his nose. The smile diminished somewhat and he turned to the girls, "All joking aside, I can smell a werewolf coming towards us. A chosen of Hircine."

Willow turned in the direction he indicated then paused, "Hircine you say? This reality's version of Elizabeth was wearing the ring of Hircine. And she has been enhanced so that she can hunt demonic vampires." Turning to her vampire friend she said, "I would suggest turning back into your humanoid form, we do not want to scare Elizabeth any more than we must."

Alexander nodded and concentrated for a moment. After a pause the armor around him disappeared and his wings fell off his back. With a flare of magic the last clothes he could remember wearing came into existence around him. He wore the armor of a Dawnguard inquisitor. Pulling his wide brimmed had from his head he swept a hand through his platinum hair to push it from his eyes, before putting the hat back on.

They all went and sat down on the side of the road to wait for the werewolf to arrive. The wait was not an overly long one, but it did take some time for the werewolf to pinpoint their location.

Eventually she found them and paced up to her friends. She could smell Willow and that girl they had met earlier, but not Xander. The strange man sitting with them was familiar in appearance though. His voice was even more recognizable, "So nice of you to join us Elizabeth. I do hope you are keeping your baser instincts in check."

To hear Xander's voice talk in a cultured British accent was too much for Buffy, and she sat down on her rump in a daze. She was so dazed that she couldn't even hold onto her new wolf form; the armor began to fade, the fur began to recede and the figure returned to human approximation. The girls realized what was going on and quickly pulled new clothes out of their packs and covered Buffy up.

After Buffy had been clothed and slapped out of her stupor the four looked at each other and said, "Giles."

Sunnydale High, The Library

"I'm worried about them Giles, its chaos out there," A young looking man said.

Rupert Giles turned to the pacing form of Angel and sighed. He too was worried for his charge if what the ensouled vampire told him was true. He closed the aged tome in his hand carefully and placed it back on the table. Taking off his glasses he began to clean them as he said, "If what you and Miss Chase tell me is true than we can only hope that they can withstand the trials they are facing while we search for a solution. As it is I can't find anything related to an occurrence such as this ever having happened on a hellmouth due to natural causes. Thus I can only assume that it is the result of some sort of incantation."

Cordelia Chase looked up from the book she was sifting through and asked, "Then why am looking at a bunch of old books?"

Giles placed his glasses back on his face and rubbed his eyes. The teen was probably more exasperating than Xander when he thought about it. At least the boy believed he was doing the right thing, he was curious as to why Cordelia even help them when she did. He did not have the time to dwell on his thoughts however, as a sudden movement from Angel made him look towards the Vampire with a soul.

Angel had looked sharply at the door and his eyes had widened considerably. In a flash he was as far from the door as he could possibly be. The source of his fear was presented to the other two a second later. A man with a wide brimmed hat walked into the library and looked at them.

Giles could see that the man was armed and armored but that was it, his face was mostly hidden under a cloth and the hat drawn down. When he felt the eyes upon him he looked at them and saw that the irises were glowing an eerie orange. Though frightening they brightened a great deal when they saw him. The hat was taken off and the cloth lowered.

Giles could only stare at the face of Xander Harris in shock, and he couldn't help but wonder what the spell had done to him. His hair had grown to be down past his shoulders and changed to a platinum blond, his body had seemingly grown and muscled as he stood a good foot taller than he had before, and last were of course his eyes.

"Master Giles, Liam, Madam Chase… I am glad that you are all well," Alexander said. He was glad that his teacher and friends were all right, even if they were from an alternate reality than his own. He sent a pulse of magic back to Willow to signify the all clear.

Alexander then sat at the table across from an openly staring Cordelia. The shock of Xander Harris speaking to her with any kind of respect was unnerving to say the least and it was even more unnerving when the door was flung open once more to admit the remaining two ladies and one extra.

Once the three women had entered and sat at the table, Giles found his voice and asked, "May I ask why you are not affected by the spell? Angel told me that there was some sort of spell affecting costumed individuals and Cordelia keeps telling me she was chased by something called Jo-Jo."

"We are affected," Alexander, said, "We are simply manifestations of ourselves from an alternate reality. One in which Magic is a common practice."

Willow took up the explanation at that point, "Alexander is the only one still affected by the spell. I disenchanted the area Tara and me were in while we were doing… other… things. Elizabeth was able to fight off the possession of an eighteenth century noble woman because she was wearing Hircine's ring."

Giles' eyebrows rose when he heard the last name, remembering that he had read something about a high level demon with that name at some point. Rushing to the shelves while ignoring the worried calls of his charge he rifled though his tomes until he found the passage he was looking for: "Hircine is the Daedric prince whose sphere is the Hunt, the Sport of Daedra, the Great Game, the Chase, and is known as the Huntman."

Willow nodded, saying, "That's the one, and it would make sense that he favor Elizabeth.." Buffy cut in and said she liked her name, as it was "Sorry Buffy, its hard differentiating the memories of both my lives. Anyway, it makes sense that he would favor Buffy. She was made to kill Demonic Vampires."

Cordelia frowned and asked, "Are there different types of vampires?"

It was Alexander who picked up the answer to that, "Of course there are other kinds of vampires… at least there are in my reality. After all, I still posses my soul."

Giles' heart stopped at that and he looked carefully the young man. He could not see any visible breath and no chest movement. He felt very old at that point, and he sat down heavily. He would have put his head in his hands if it weren't for the byplay going on between Xander and the new girl, Tara.

She was handing him a gold coin, rolling her eyes. The boy had a triumphant grin on his face and a sly look in his eyes. At the elder man's questioning gaze, Tara said, "He bet that you would act the exact same way you did in his reality. I thought you would take it better this time."

"Oh, sorry to disappoint miss…"

"Rosenberg."

"You have the same last name as Willow!"

"Well of course I have the same last name as her, I would never let her take mine," Tara explained. The three who had been in the library glanced at each other in confusion before looking back at the girl, waiting. She huffed at their incredulity and explained, "We're married!"

Giles' and Angel's eyes widened in shock, not expecting the blunt answer. Cordelia simply nodded her head, as though she had know that the formerly shy red head were batting for the other team. After a minute of silence, Angel cleared his throat.

The group looked at him and he asked Xander, "How did you know my name?"

Alexander looked confused for a second before he said, "Why wouldn't I know the name of my First Child?"

Angel took on a particularly queasy expression at the thought of being Harris's kid and demanded, "WHAT!"

Alexander shrugged and said, "What can I say; we were drunk, you decided it would be a good idea to piss off the Jarl of Whiterun, get stabbed… and I knew Buffy would have been angry at me for letting you die, so I sired your sorry ass. And let me tell you something buddy, I do not drink blood younger than fifty years old! You were disgusting."

Angel was visibly relieved to learn that he was not the son of the guy he hated. He was worried a sire-child bond would grow though and resolved to never let the newly minted vampire get too close to him.

Giles had had just about enough nonsense; "While I am intrigued about all of this I would appreciate it if we could concern ourselves with ending the spell!"

It was then that the spell ended.

At the Costume Shop, some time previous

Ethan looked behind him and saw a demonic four armed being standing there. Gulping, the Englishman waited for the thing to kill him. What he felt instead was a hug. Opening his eyes he saw that the four-armed thing was hugging him, and he was more confused than ever. He would have asked what the creature wanted when it gave out a barking demonic laugh.

"Finally! We have Purchase upon this reality!" The beast twirled the man around before letting go mid swing. Ethan flew through the air and crashed into a rack, toppling it and him to the ground. He looked up to see the creature advancing on his position, fearing for his life he began to crawl backwards on the ground. The creature caught up with him though and picked him up with two of its hands.

Setting the chaos mage on his feet the creature explained, "I am the Daedric Prince Mehrunes Dagon! And you, mortal, are to be my high priest in this plain of existence! Now have your fun and end the spell before this day is done. I have no patience for disobedient followers."

So saying the creature opened a bright burning portal and stepped through. The portal began to close, but before it did a book came sailing through. The book struck Ethan in the head and knocked him unconscious.

He woke a time later and saw the book. Looking at the time and realizing that he was about a minute from punishment, rushed to the bust and shattered it. Thus ending the spell.

AN: This is the end of this chapter

Not sure if I'm gonna make this an episodic type thing, I do know that if I am continuing this I am going to do The episodes that I want and just make elusions to events that would happen in the episodes I skipped.

Tell me what you think

Also word of Warning, I am only going to be doing season two… then it is going to end up like that D&D/Buffy crossover where everyone is sucked into the D&D-verse except with the elder scrolls series.