Date Written: 21st Feb 2010

Author: Alexander Mcpherson

Email: lyra underscore mcpherson underscore eighty-eight at live dot co dot you kay. (Tip: there are two digits in the email address.)

Crossover: plot-line crossover, adjusted for new verse, other than that, no actual crossing over of characters.

Pairing: I think this would be obvious to some if you think about it, taking the Star Wars Force Unleashed elements and fitting buffy characters into those roles within the buffyverse version of the story plotline.

Warnings?: A certain Mayor has never seen Star Wars, and so has fell pray to cliche'd lines.

Genre: Not sure on this one. It could be a humour, but the prologue is just a generic introduction that could be for any of it.

Rating: I'm gonna go for T on this one. Why? Because what we saw in the show was probably worse than what'll be in this fic.

Main Characters: Mayor Wilkins, Tony Harris, Xander Harris

Disclaimer: What Disclaimer? I gotta do those? But it's on Fanfiction dot com, so obviously I don't own most of this, only the general idea, and even then, it's not like I'm trying to... stake a claim to them. I just wanna share a plot bunny I had. Yes Yes, bad pun I know. Hey, when your favourite character from the show is Xander, you gotta expect these things.

Summary: What happens if you take the Force Unleashed story, and make it a Buffy story?

Inspired by: I was on the XanderZone Unleashed group (a group for darkXander fics, as the normal XZ group accepts only goodXander fics, whether or not he's an idiot in them) and as the name would suggest, some of the members had this image of Xander bringing down a Star Destroyer. The bunny evolved from there.

And please don't complain at the title, I worked hard on coming up with a buffy-fied version of that games' title.

Demon Wars: The Magic Unleashed

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Prologue

An short drive from Sunnydale, in the desert, lay a small village. Technically, it bordered between the desert and forested areas, but due to the heat, the residents pretty much thought of it as being in the middle of the desert anyway.

It was only a small village, created a couple of decades previous by a few people who knew about the truth of the world with a few people who, while they didn't, did know something was wrong in Sunnydale.

A year previously, Someone was voted into office, over the son of the deceased Mayor Wilkins the II, who was the son of the first Mayor Wilkins too. However, to the ignorance of most of the town, Mayor Wilkins III had killed the genuinely-elected official, and proclaimed that he had won, and that the other guy had committed suicide after loosing.

A small few, knew. And so they left, and slowly, over that year, they and those of the village, had began to learn, and rebel against the town that ruled over the smaller village.

And now, Mayor Wilkins was striking back, now aware of what, but not whom had rallied the people.

He had watched from the command post as his secret army of the dead, aka Vampires, had swiftly and quickly moved through the village, rounding up the 'insurgents' and killing those who resisted. Men, Women, Children, after all were to be interrogated, they were all to be killed – food for the undead army.

However, the town had been prepared for his attack, and he knew it, so he had decided on a new strategy when planning it. He would have the army attack during the day.

Normally, this would be a bad thing for him, but it wasn't with his army suitably equipped. While he knew that the Gem of Amarra was somewhere in his town, he didn't know where, and it only did one vamp at a time. No, he had something else. Full-body combat gear. Due to the magic weapons the insurgents had somehow gained from the Warlock, however, normal full-body combat gear wouldn't have done squat, aside from simply preventing the vampires from being burnt to dust by the sun.

He had gone for armor, magically-protected armor.

In short, the vampires, head to toe, were completely covered, and except for at joints, where protected by the armor from any spell a low-level practitioner could throw, or any of the pre-cast stored spells the warlock had somehow made possible...

Before the town had been secured, he left for the village, just a few minutes walk away.

It wouldn't be seemly however, to be positively identified as the mayor, so he had taken to wearing, during things like this, coats and robes and other assorted full-body wear with hoods or cowls that had spells that cast a shadow across the wearer when up. A voice-changer, magical one, not technological, topped the disguise off.

He approached the Captain Vampire who commanded the portion of his secret army he had used in this endeavour.

"Report." He spoke, his voice coming out a little whispishly, almost like he had trouble breathing.

"Milord, the insurgents have been subdued and detained, only few resisted and had to be killed."

He paused, aware of one missing point, "Any sign of the warlock?" He asked, a slight warning tone in his voice.

"No, Milord. I do not beli-"

The Mayor interrupted, his hand moved up and, like he was lifting something, made a motion. "You have failed me for the last time, Captain." He scowled and continued the motion.

The Vampire had been lifted, immobile, by the first action, but when the Mayor continued, realised it was not a choking, as he had seen that Vader dude in the movie do, but the mayor was lifting his helmet from his head.

He screamed as the sunlight reached his skin, and he burned to dust.

A nearby lieutenant, the eldest childe of the now-dead-dead captain gulped when the Mayor turned to him. "I want that warlock alive! Get it done, Captain!"

The promoted vampire nodded, and a minute later, returned from rallying the troops and getting information from the interrogation teams. "Milord, One of the detainees confirmed our suspicions on where the Warlock was hiding."

"Take me there." The Mayor ordered, and the duo walked down a street.

The Mayor admired the scenery. Destruction, death, blood, he could practically taste it in the air. Smoke rose from some of the buildings, and one was a burnt out shell. Vampires could be seen ransacking various buildings.

He smirked, an evil smirk, and asked, "Do you have the identity of the Warlock yet, Captain?"

"The detainees had not given up his identity yet, milord, but I left orders that you be alerted the moment it is known."

"Good. You are not entirely incompetent, then."

As they arrived at a clearing, where a cave entrance was, another lieutenant approached.

"Milord, Captain. My teams have the entrance surrounded. It's a rather clever trap on the part of the Warlock. Permission to demonstrate?"

The Mayor nodded, and the lieutenant ordered one of his underlings to the cave entrance. As the vampire approached, he continued, "Private Dermot failed to hold one of the detainees, who attempted to escape. He is no loss, milord." The Mayor nodded. He had encouraged his army to punish those who were incompetent. The price of their failure to punish others' failure tended to be huge.

As the vamp got within a few feet of the cave, he was suddenly pushed into the air, sans his armor, including helmet. The revealed vampire burst into flames seconds later, the dust falling to the ground.

"Impressive, for a warlock."

"We lost a recon team to it, after their spellcaster was taken down during the initial engagement. We didn't realise," He pointed to what was a pile of dust near where the private had been levitated from, "Until we had secured everywhere else that they had not reported in. Sergeant Dacker, one of our strategists, has already made note of changes needed so that it doesn't happen again, should any of this happen again."

The Mayor understood, and nodded. "Well done."

"Thank you, milord." He paused, as he put a finger to his ear. "Sir, we have the identity of the warlock. One Anthony Harris. I was not aware he even knew magic..."

The Mayor began to groan, before it became a growl. "Tony." He spat, "I should have killed you when I had the chance." He muttered, then to the others, he spoke, "Captain, Lieutenant, keep your men back, I shall deal with... this disgrace of a warlock myself."

The Mayor approached the cave entrance, and as he passed the point were the vampires had all perished, he felt the tingle of magic attempting to do the same to him, but he was a master of the dark arts, it held so sway on him.

He entered the cave, and gave a start at the scene before him. It was clearly an artificial cave, the walls were too, smooth, carved into with an artistic grace that no river of water or stick of dynamite could ever achieve. As he descended down the tunnel, he began to hear the echo of... music?

And then he smelt it, a slight hint in the air of alcohol. Well, he mused, Tony always was a drinker. This will be easier than I thought.

Seconds later he came to a door, and he took a fighting stance, one hand on a sword he kept at his side at all times, the other stretched out, an incantation on his lips ready to be cast.

He kicked the door down, drawing his sword as he did, and fired a spell at where he thought the warlock to be.

He was wrong, and the fight was on.

For a minute, the pair traded blows of their swords, each time they struck, they paused, pushing against one another, before they would separate and attack with a spell or few.

And each time they locked blades, it was clear that they had known each other for a long time, perhaps even trained at the same place, for their blades were similar.

The design of Tony's blade was a pretty obvious indicator of the man's alignment. Beautiful effigies and artistic designs that made observers think of peace and tranquillity, etched into the blade, with the pommel and handle being similarly designed, a blade of peace, defence. Not attack.

But Wilkins' blade was, while similar, also an obvious indicator of his alignment. Where tonies' blade held beautiful effigies, his held scary carvings of demonic entities, pommel and handle similarly decorated. A Blade of war, offense.

After that minute of fighting, both with magic and sword, he gained the upper hand, and was about to make a decapitation stroke, when his sword flew out of his hand.

In shock, he stared at the source, as the disarmed Tony Harris too looked over... and shouted, "Alexander, Get out of here!"

"A son, tony? My my, and here I though you swore never to marry, never to have a family." He chuckled darkly, before he unleashed a spell, that instantly ended the life of the Warlock Tony Harris.

The 3 or 4 year old boy, Alexander Lavelle Harris, looked at his dad in shock for all of a second, before he charged at the big man who had killed his daddy.

The Mayor just chuckled, as he blocked everything from the boy, who clearly held power. He stopped his chuckle when one particular uncontrolled blow of magic, almost knocked him off of his feet. Indeed, this boy held a lot of power.

Plans spilled into his mind, remembered his old nemesis, a god whom he had made a deal with to get the hellmouth all to his lonesome.

Whom would return when she had her Key, and would ruin all of his plans.

Instead of killing the boy, he instead knocked the kid out as the boy tired magically. He had a lot of training to do with the boy, in secret.

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Authors Note: I have no idea if I want to continue this, or put this up for adoption.