Xander drove directly to the address the Mayor's file listed as Jack
O'Tooles home. The file said that he lived with his grandfather at the old
house, ever since his parents died in a car crash when he was nine.
He stepped out of his car and walked up to the front porch. He knocked twice and waited for someone to open the door.
Finally an old man opened the door and looked questioningly at Xander.
"Can I help you young man," he finally asked.
Xander put on his best fake smile. "Yeah you definitely can Mr. O'Toole. Is Jack home? I have to talk to him."
"Jack's out. Who are you anyway? You're not one of Jack's friends," the old man asked and eyed Xander suspiciously.
"Well, no. But it's very important that I speak to him" Xander told him and quickly looked around, checking if someone was seeing the conversation he had with the voodoo priest. "So you know where I can find him?"
"Look kid, I don't know you and like I said you're not one of Jack's friends. I think it would be the best if you leave now before I call the cops," he threatened the young man in front of him.
Xander lost the smile he had on list lips. "Mr. O'Toole, I'm gonna ask you one more time before I get angry: Where did Jack go?"
"I won't tell you anything. Now leave."
Xander shrugged.
"Your choice" he said and headbutted the old man who promptly fell to the floor.
Not waiting for the old man to yell for help, Xander grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the house, closing the door behind him.
Xander drew the SOCOM from it's holster and pointed the .45 cal gun at Jack O'Toole's grandfather.
" Now you're gonna tell me exactly where Jack went, who and what he took with him or we're gonna test if you can raise yourself from the dead," he threatened the fallen voodoo priest.
"You know about that? How?" he asked afraid.
"I am not as blind as the rest of this town." Xander pressed the switch at the laser sight and the red dot appeared on O'Toole's forehead. "Now talk!"
"Ok, Ok. Jack came back a few days ago and told me that someone wanted him for a job. He also said that the job paid that well that neither he nor me would have to be concerned about money any longer."
"Did he tell you anything specific about the job?" Xander asked.
"No, nothing," O'Toole answered.
"Do you know where he went?"
"No, he didn't tell me."
"You sure you are telling me the truth" Xander said and pressed the muzzle of the silencer a bit harder against the old man's skull.
"No I swear to you that's all I know." O'Toole told him desperately.
"Ok, I'm gonna believe you." Xander paused a second to consider what else he wanted to ask the voodoo priest. "Do you know what he took with him?"
"What do you mean?"
Xander rolled his eyes. "A gun, a knife, a surface to air missile, something like that."
"Yeah, he took his knife with him, Katie," O'Toole admitted.
"He named his knife Katie?" Jack's grandfather nodded." How lovely. Anything else?"
The old man thought about the question before he answered. "He wanted me to show him how to perform the resurrection ritual."
"The Mojo to create zombies?" Xander asked.
O'Toole nodded.
"Great, now I have not only to kill him but an army of zombies. This is getting better and better. Fuck," he cursed.
"You want to kill him?" O'Toole asked with concern in his voice.
Xander stood up and put the gun back into it's holster. He sighed.
"Well Mr. O'Toole, your grandson really is up to some bad things and it's my job to stop him and I fear the only way to stop him is to kill him."
Xander turned around and went out of the door. But before he could leave O'Toole called him a last time. "If he is the bad one who are you?"
Xander thought about the question before he answered.
"I don't know," he admitted and walked up to his car to continue his search for zombie Jack.
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Xander drove all around Sunnydale, trying to find a clue where Jack might be.
He even checked all the cemeteries, in hope of catching Jack while raising some of his undead comrades, but he couldn't find anything.
When it became dark Xander decided to check the Bronze.
His time was running out.
He entered the famous teen hangout and quickly went through the crowd, scanning the people left and right, searching for Jack O'Toole's face.
Instead he spotted the familiar face of Cordelia Chase, who was standing at one of the tables and resting a bit unsteadily on her legs.
Xander walked up to her and was immediately greeted by her slurred voice.
"Xaandder. What are you doing here?" she asked him
"I could ask you the same" he said while noticing the smell of alcohol that radiated from the brunette. He took the bottle on the table and read the label. "Isn't it a bit early for Vodka Cordy? How did you get your hands on that anyway?"
"Shhh" she whispered and motioned him to lower his voice. "Fake ID-Card" she said and produced said item from her purse.
Xander quickly went through the facts on the small plastic card.
"Ok, your name is Cornelia Blaze, you were born in San Francisco, you're black and you weigh 240 pounds." He handed the card back and smiled evilly at her. "I didn't know you gained that much weight Cordy."
A Look of outrage could be seen on Cordelia's face.
"Oh, you" she tried to slap him but failed miserably and lost her balance, but Xander was able to catch her before she could fall to the floor.
Laying in his arms Cordelia looked up at him and sighed dreamily. "My knight in shining amour."
Xander brought her back to her legs and made sure she was not collapsing again.
"Cordy, what are you doing, drinking like there is no tomorrow." Xander asked the brunette a bit uneasy.
"There might be no tomorrow," she explained. " Willow came to me and said that something bad is going to happen tonight. When I asked for details she told me that the hellmouth is going to open. So I thought that if the world is going to end tonight I could at least could do the things I've never done before. For example: getting drunk."
"Why do you think Buffy and the others won't succeed in preventing this apocalypse." he asked her.
"Please Xander be realistic. We had the Master and the Judge. Sooner or later one of these nutcases is going to win." Cordelia was now running her hands up and down on Xander's chest. "So, you're up for some pre- apocalyptic fun?" she asked seductively.
"If you weren't that drunk I might take you up for that offer. But in your current state: NO"
"Oh, Xander you're no fun" she complained. But her bad mood immediately lifted when she noticed Angel entering through the front door." Maybe Angel there is able to satisfy my needs" she said and walked in the general direction of the souled vampire.
Xander was able to grab her wrist and turn her around.
"You remember the whole "moment of true happiness"-clause. You don't want Angelus running around again, do you," he tried to reason her.
"You men are no fun. You are either mystical disabled or gay," Cordelia pouted.
"Hey, I'm not gay" Xander tried to defend himself.
Their not so usual conversation was interrupted by Angel.
"Xander, Cordelia." He frowned "Didn't Buffy and Willow tell you both to stay at home."
"Well Cordy here decided that it was more fun getting drunk than sitting at home and waiting for the apocalypse and I don't care what Buffy orders me to do." Xander looked at Angel's head. "Nice hair by the way. How much hair gel did you have to use for it? A ton?"
Cordelia started to laugh hysterically at that joke, attracting the attention of most of the people around her.
"Very funny Xander. Have you seen Buffy? It's really important" Angel asked with urgency in his voice.
" You tried the library?" Xander asked.
Angel shook his head. "No, she is not there. Willow and Giles also couldn't help me."
"What was she doing the last time you saw her?"
"We were researching these apocalypse demons and I went to the mansion to get a few of my own books," the vampire recalled the nights previous events.
"Maybe she went to Willy, you know: trying to get some information."
"Yes, you're right. Thanks for the help," Angel said and turned around to leave the Bronze.
Xander shook his head. Beside him Cordelia groaned, clutching her stomach.
"You okay Cordy," Xander asked worriedly.
Cordelia half smiled at him. "Yeah, but I think getting drunk wasn't that good an idea after all."
Xander sighed and grabbed the vodka bottle. "Come on, I'm going to drive you home," he said and lead his drunken friend in the direction of the exit.
"I think that's the best idea I heard so far," Cordelia groaned.
He stepped out of his car and walked up to the front porch. He knocked twice and waited for someone to open the door.
Finally an old man opened the door and looked questioningly at Xander.
"Can I help you young man," he finally asked.
Xander put on his best fake smile. "Yeah you definitely can Mr. O'Toole. Is Jack home? I have to talk to him."
"Jack's out. Who are you anyway? You're not one of Jack's friends," the old man asked and eyed Xander suspiciously.
"Well, no. But it's very important that I speak to him" Xander told him and quickly looked around, checking if someone was seeing the conversation he had with the voodoo priest. "So you know where I can find him?"
"Look kid, I don't know you and like I said you're not one of Jack's friends. I think it would be the best if you leave now before I call the cops," he threatened the young man in front of him.
Xander lost the smile he had on list lips. "Mr. O'Toole, I'm gonna ask you one more time before I get angry: Where did Jack go?"
"I won't tell you anything. Now leave."
Xander shrugged.
"Your choice" he said and headbutted the old man who promptly fell to the floor.
Not waiting for the old man to yell for help, Xander grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the house, closing the door behind him.
Xander drew the SOCOM from it's holster and pointed the .45 cal gun at Jack O'Toole's grandfather.
" Now you're gonna tell me exactly where Jack went, who and what he took with him or we're gonna test if you can raise yourself from the dead," he threatened the fallen voodoo priest.
"You know about that? How?" he asked afraid.
"I am not as blind as the rest of this town." Xander pressed the switch at the laser sight and the red dot appeared on O'Toole's forehead. "Now talk!"
"Ok, Ok. Jack came back a few days ago and told me that someone wanted him for a job. He also said that the job paid that well that neither he nor me would have to be concerned about money any longer."
"Did he tell you anything specific about the job?" Xander asked.
"No, nothing," O'Toole answered.
"Do you know where he went?"
"No, he didn't tell me."
"You sure you are telling me the truth" Xander said and pressed the muzzle of the silencer a bit harder against the old man's skull.
"No I swear to you that's all I know." O'Toole told him desperately.
"Ok, I'm gonna believe you." Xander paused a second to consider what else he wanted to ask the voodoo priest. "Do you know what he took with him?"
"What do you mean?"
Xander rolled his eyes. "A gun, a knife, a surface to air missile, something like that."
"Yeah, he took his knife with him, Katie," O'Toole admitted.
"He named his knife Katie?" Jack's grandfather nodded." How lovely. Anything else?"
The old man thought about the question before he answered. "He wanted me to show him how to perform the resurrection ritual."
"The Mojo to create zombies?" Xander asked.
O'Toole nodded.
"Great, now I have not only to kill him but an army of zombies. This is getting better and better. Fuck," he cursed.
"You want to kill him?" O'Toole asked with concern in his voice.
Xander stood up and put the gun back into it's holster. He sighed.
"Well Mr. O'Toole, your grandson really is up to some bad things and it's my job to stop him and I fear the only way to stop him is to kill him."
Xander turned around and went out of the door. But before he could leave O'Toole called him a last time. "If he is the bad one who are you?"
Xander thought about the question before he answered.
"I don't know," he admitted and walked up to his car to continue his search for zombie Jack.
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Xander drove all around Sunnydale, trying to find a clue where Jack might be.
He even checked all the cemeteries, in hope of catching Jack while raising some of his undead comrades, but he couldn't find anything.
When it became dark Xander decided to check the Bronze.
His time was running out.
He entered the famous teen hangout and quickly went through the crowd, scanning the people left and right, searching for Jack O'Toole's face.
Instead he spotted the familiar face of Cordelia Chase, who was standing at one of the tables and resting a bit unsteadily on her legs.
Xander walked up to her and was immediately greeted by her slurred voice.
"Xaandder. What are you doing here?" she asked him
"I could ask you the same" he said while noticing the smell of alcohol that radiated from the brunette. He took the bottle on the table and read the label. "Isn't it a bit early for Vodka Cordy? How did you get your hands on that anyway?"
"Shhh" she whispered and motioned him to lower his voice. "Fake ID-Card" she said and produced said item from her purse.
Xander quickly went through the facts on the small plastic card.
"Ok, your name is Cornelia Blaze, you were born in San Francisco, you're black and you weigh 240 pounds." He handed the card back and smiled evilly at her. "I didn't know you gained that much weight Cordy."
A Look of outrage could be seen on Cordelia's face.
"Oh, you" she tried to slap him but failed miserably and lost her balance, but Xander was able to catch her before she could fall to the floor.
Laying in his arms Cordelia looked up at him and sighed dreamily. "My knight in shining amour."
Xander brought her back to her legs and made sure she was not collapsing again.
"Cordy, what are you doing, drinking like there is no tomorrow." Xander asked the brunette a bit uneasy.
"There might be no tomorrow," she explained. " Willow came to me and said that something bad is going to happen tonight. When I asked for details she told me that the hellmouth is going to open. So I thought that if the world is going to end tonight I could at least could do the things I've never done before. For example: getting drunk."
"Why do you think Buffy and the others won't succeed in preventing this apocalypse." he asked her.
"Please Xander be realistic. We had the Master and the Judge. Sooner or later one of these nutcases is going to win." Cordelia was now running her hands up and down on Xander's chest. "So, you're up for some pre- apocalyptic fun?" she asked seductively.
"If you weren't that drunk I might take you up for that offer. But in your current state: NO"
"Oh, Xander you're no fun" she complained. But her bad mood immediately lifted when she noticed Angel entering through the front door." Maybe Angel there is able to satisfy my needs" she said and walked in the general direction of the souled vampire.
Xander was able to grab her wrist and turn her around.
"You remember the whole "moment of true happiness"-clause. You don't want Angelus running around again, do you," he tried to reason her.
"You men are no fun. You are either mystical disabled or gay," Cordelia pouted.
"Hey, I'm not gay" Xander tried to defend himself.
Their not so usual conversation was interrupted by Angel.
"Xander, Cordelia." He frowned "Didn't Buffy and Willow tell you both to stay at home."
"Well Cordy here decided that it was more fun getting drunk than sitting at home and waiting for the apocalypse and I don't care what Buffy orders me to do." Xander looked at Angel's head. "Nice hair by the way. How much hair gel did you have to use for it? A ton?"
Cordelia started to laugh hysterically at that joke, attracting the attention of most of the people around her.
"Very funny Xander. Have you seen Buffy? It's really important" Angel asked with urgency in his voice.
" You tried the library?" Xander asked.
Angel shook his head. "No, she is not there. Willow and Giles also couldn't help me."
"What was she doing the last time you saw her?"
"We were researching these apocalypse demons and I went to the mansion to get a few of my own books," the vampire recalled the nights previous events.
"Maybe she went to Willy, you know: trying to get some information."
"Yes, you're right. Thanks for the help," Angel said and turned around to leave the Bronze.
Xander shook his head. Beside him Cordelia groaned, clutching her stomach.
"You okay Cordy," Xander asked worriedly.
Cordelia half smiled at him. "Yeah, but I think getting drunk wasn't that good an idea after all."
Xander sighed and grabbed the vodka bottle. "Come on, I'm going to drive you home," he said and lead his drunken friend in the direction of the exit.
"I think that's the best idea I heard so far," Cordelia groaned.