CH 7: Firenze from Harry Potter
Only Ashes
Snyder sucked worse than a vamp with a case of the munchies.
Seriously, not only volunteering them on their one night off, but making them come as characters from literature! There went his $2 costume budget.
"Excuse me, sir?"
The man in front of him turned around, looking hassled and harried.
"I need some help finding a costume. The character has to come from literature."
Xander wasn't sure he trusted the glint in the man's eye, but he was out of time and, really, out of options.
"Xander! Well don't you look dapper."
"Thanks Mrs. S, I think."
The high ruff was bugging him, as were the floofy cuffs. He hated Buffy's gown in the store and he really hadn't wanted to end up as a matching set.
The bullies were going to have a field day with this come tomorrow.
The woman smiled and stood back to let him in while he waited for his girls to come down.
"Xander!"
"I am sorry miss, but you must have mistaken me for someone else."
"Listne you, you're wearing the body of my best friend so follow me and help me find Buffy!"
He'd faced down vampires, monsters and militia, but for some unfathomable reason the look on the strumpet's face was completely undeniable.
Pity, he'd have liked to try her in bed at least once before being put on a leash.
This was unfathomable. He was back to himself for the most part, a little thinner, a little more refined, sure, that was ok.
But this… this was horrible.
Xander stared in morbid fascination as the gash in his wrist closed up, not a bit of red to be seen.
He wasn't human. He couldn't be, not if he didn't bleed blood. And there wasn't any.
Now there was only ash.
