Demons in the Darkness Chapter 4
You Have What!
In a little shop, there stood a monster. This monster was looking down at the remains of the statue it had just crushed, it had pulsed in much the same color as the Boss' eyes when he was in his armor. A more mentally adept individual would think to be concerned about this pulse, but the monster known as Big-Mack was too stupid to really think about it. Big-Mack was a darkling with a distinct disadvantage in the brains department, so bad that it needed an annoying little bastard to tell it what to do. The afore mentioned Little-Shit, as he was referred to, was busy munching on the leg of a polgara demon they had encountered, too busy to notice pulses or lights, so the pulse went un-noted.
This pulse was in fact the last of the darkness not already transferred into Alexander Harris. Now free, this non-entity had nowhere to go and no force to guide it. Looking around without eyes is difficult, but can be managed. Eventually it found, hidden behind several trashcans, a boy of rather indistinct features who in another reality would have had his skin ripped off by an angry witch. Warren Mears felt the presence of the Darkness close by, but could not see it. That irrational fear of the dark that humans have began to increase in size until he fled toward the lights on the street.
The Darkness would have none of that and lunged at him, into him. Warren reached the lights and sighed in relief, not knowing how truly fucked he was.
Willow sprang up with a gasp, clutching at her chest to make sure her heartbeat was still there. The steady pulse reassured her that all was well, it had all been a crazy dream and her Xander shaped friend wasn't a demon lord or some other such nonsense. Looking about her she saw the first indications that the last night had not been a delusion; for one the same British de-darkling as before was sitting very close to her. She gave a shriek and leapt from the table she had just risen from.
The darkling turned its head and smiled a grin that would have made the Cheshire cat jealous. Hopping to its feet it bowed low enough for the top of its jacket to slide down his back and once more reveal his bare ass. On its uplift it was caught with a right hook from the left.
Buffy had woken up, and she was pissed. Looking down at the demon at her feet she asked the others, "What's the what?"
Xander, who had stood by while both his best friends woke up, stepped up to plate in an attempt to calm his friend down, "Buff, okay… so apparently all of the costumes from Ethan's were connected to some sort of spell that turned anybody in them into the person they dressed as. You went as, well, lady-useless; Willow was a ghost; and I dressed as Danny Estacado, the mob hitman who's been on the news lately? So turns out that Estacado had this weird fuckin' power…sorry… that's called the Darkness…"
As the last few words left his mouth Giles started. He was so startled by the title of the power the friend of his charge had that he fell from the chair that he was sitting on. Hurrying up he paid no mind to the odd looks he was receiving and asked Xander in a quiet voice, "Did you just say you have the Darkness?"
Xander nodded and looked at the old Watcher in confusion. Giles could only think of one statement that was appropriate for the situation at hand, "Fuck me sideways!"