Auther: Magnus.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. X-men and the concept of
mutants are Marval's. Btvs belongs to Jason. I own nothing. Poor me.

Something Wicked This Way Comes.

Sunnydale, one day before Halloween.

"Put that away."

The storeowner said with a hint of disgust. With a shrug Xander put
the toy gun back on the shelf. "Hey, I can't really afford much more
then that." The dark-haired teen told him.

Ethan smiled, or smirked was more like it. He didn't seem like the
type that smiled very often. "I think I have something that you
would like much more."

Having no other choice the teen followed the smirking brit into the
back of the store. Which is where all the expensive outfits were
being held. "I told you, I can't afford one of these."

He didn't like having to repeat it. It made him feel... well poor.
Which he wasn't. It's just that his dear old man didn't think
monster costumes were the best way for money to be spent.

The teen couldn't help but sneer inwardly at the thought of his
father. No matter how he tried to make him proud, no matter what he
did or said, it just was never enough.

It would be easier if his father was just abusive or hated him, but
that wasn't the case. Mr. Harris just didn't give a damn one way or
another when it came to his only son.

The storekeeper brought him out of his brooding, "Think of this as a
gift then. I had been expecting someone to pick it up, but with
Halloween tomorrow it seems no one will. So you take it."

Xander couldn't help but give the storeowner an untrusting stare,
but then he turned to the costume. It was more then he'd expected.

At first he thought it was a suit of armor for a night, but upon
closer inspection he just couldn't place where it came from. Ethan
saw that and answered, "This suit was created for a man only a few
years ago. He changed his mind and went with something a little
more... dark."

Once again his smirk was in place. The armor the man, who had placed
the order, had gone with a design of dark metal, with shades of
black and gray. Of course, the brit had been the one to create it
for him.

Ethan knew it wouldn't fit Eric, but he'd already had this spell in
thought. And he couldn't think of anything better then changing this
young man before him into Eric Lehnsherr.

"What was he? Some sort of knight?" The teen wondered aloud.

"A king, of sorts. Think of him as the last king the world will ever
know." That was all he needed to sell Xander on the idea. "I'll take
it."

"Here, let me help you." It didn't take long to get the armor on the
teen. First he got rid of the clothes the boy had walked in his
store with. Then came the boots, which looked very much like combat
boots. Followed up with the black leather pants, a dark gray dress
shirt which went underneath the gray chest plate. And ended with the
helmet.

Xander turned to look into the full-length mirror in the
corner, "Wow." It was a perfect mix of old and new styles, of a
present day soldier, and a king of long past.

The chaos mage's mouth was pretty much watering at the thought of
what would happen tonight. The world barely knew of mutants, the
governments might know of them, but only a handful of the population
had any idea.

The other costumes were just flutter, monsters, and a few heroes,
all of which would fight and die tonight but by dawn they'd be back
to normal. But not this young man, oh no.

It wasn't magic that would be powering this young man; it would be
genetics.

As he watched the young man leave Ethan couldn't help but chuckle.
This would be his masterpiece. Changing the very nature of this
child. For he the spell would change his geno forever. Xander would
be a mutant not just for tonight, but forever.