Trick or Truth by Elyse

RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: through current season six
PAIRING: Buffy/Giles--duh! :o)
DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine, it all belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemy.
SUMMARY: In response to Tricia's trick or treat challenge, I was somehow
inspired by a little story that won't leave my head till I write it all
down. Lessee: Buffy and trick or treaters, check. Buffy in amusing
costume, check. Giles in sexy costume, check. Original reason for him to
come back from England, well...maybe not original, but at least canon.
Unsexy candy eating, check. Sexy Mr. Gordo reference, check. Scary ghost
story, well...I changed it to a scary movie because writing a story is one
thing, writing a story-within-a- story is another!
DISTRIBUTION: please ask first--I'm planning to put it on my webpage and
will be offering a direct link to my page rather than posting to individual
pages.
NOTES: Thanks to my wonderful beta, Gail, who really really helped with the fight scene! Like, she wrote one, and I just rearanged the pieces and embellished a bit. Thank you thank you!
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Chapter Five: From Beneath you it Devours...the Dots
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Don't you guys know that you're supposed to be...I
don't know, playing kitten poker or something tonight?" She put her hands
on her hips in a classic Wonder Woman pose. "This was supposed to be my
night off. And now, you're gonna pay." She glanced at the broken door.
"For starters, having that door re-hung is gonna be *wicked * expensive."
The teenage vampires snorted in unison. "Ooooh, threats from the girl in a
bathing suit." Jason stepped forward, snickering. His hand darted out
lightning-fast and grabbed Buffy's throat. "You know, you give a guy
*ideas* when you wear stuff like that."
Buffy grabbed the vampire by the arm and heaved him over her shoulder,
throwing him to the ground. "Don't *even* get me started on the utter
stupidness of that sexist statement." Buffy paused, looking up at Giles and
grinning. "Ooh...did you hear that? Alliteration. I alliterated." She
beamed at him
Giles, who had opened the weapons box when the door crashed in, grabbed
several stakes, passing them out to the others. "Yes, yes, very good, but
you might want one of these?" He tossed the piece of wood to her. She
caught it handily.
"Thanks!"
Jason was back on his feet in moments, and advanced with the other two vamps
toward Buffy. He threw the first punch and the others followed, Buffy
returning blow for blow and landing several kicks.
"Hey, now--three against one just doesn't seem fair," Willow said to Xander
as they inched closer.
"No, it really doesn't." Xander replied. "What do you think we should do
about it? He leaned over the weapons locker and grabbed a mace, looking
back at Willow.
"Well, distraction is a time-honored option," said Willow. "Giles, what do
you think?"
"Good plan. Distract them."
With that, he lunged toward the nearest vamp, rolling them both into the
foyer. Xander and Willow took on another, leaving Buffy with Jason. Her
fist connected with his chin. "So, Will...about that 'little spell...?"
She drawled over her shoulder as Jason staggered backwards. Buffy kicked him
hard in the chest and sent him sprawling against the wall where his head hit
it with a crack.
"I'm sorry!" said Willow as she swung wildly at the vamp's face. The blow
just glanced off, but Xander's landed with a satisfying thud. "I didn't
know it would make you stupid enough to invite strangers into the house!"
She found herself quickly on her backside as the vamp threw her, and
backhanded Xander into the wall. "Xander!" she cried, and her head snapped
up, eyes black.
Xander saw her gathering power as he regained his footing. "Will, no!" he
almost shouted as he raised the mace. "Let's take care of this the old
fashioned way, okay?" He swung at the vampire's head and connected with an
audible crunching sound.
Meanwhile, Giles had moved back into the living room, locked in a wrestling
hold with his stronger, but smaller, opponent. They rolled until Giles' head
crashed into the table with the bowl of candy, which tipped over, raining
candy onto him and the floor where they continued to struggle.
Buffy, hearing the crash, took a moment to make sure Giles was still holding
his own, and then turned quickly to face the boy who'd taken advantage of
her kindness. He was struggling back to his feet, clearly having second
thoughts about taking on who he thought was just his high school counselor.
"Being undead...so not a career," Buffy remarked, catching her breath.
"How?"
For just a moment Jason looked almost human, even with the bumps. "Back of
the Bronze. I went out for a smoke...they were waiting..."
Buffy shook her head. "You should have concentrated more on your homework,
Jason, and less on partying at the Bronze..." Her nose wrinkled up. "And
didn't anyone ever tell you smoking kills?" She readied herself as Jason
charged her again with renewed vigor. They bounced off a wall, smashing a
table lamp as feet and fists flew.
Just then Giles' vamp crashed into the weapons locker, which rolled on onto
its side, spilling its contents. The Watcher immediately had the presence of
mind to grab the training saber that fell at his feet and whipped the
training point off.
The other vampire grabbed a sword and raised it in challenge to the Watcher.
A slow, predatory grin spread across Giles' mouth, and he raised his saber
in a classic salute before he dropped it again and lunged forward. The teen
vampire gamely managed several clumsy blocks and made a couple of abortive
attempts to parry before Giles pinned him against the wall, blade to his
throat.
"Didn't think an old guy like you could put up this much fight," the teen
vamp sneered, and focused for the first time on Giles' Halloween outfit.
"Who are you supposed to be anyway?"
"Take a guess," Giles replied through clenched teeth, stepping back before
the vamp could blink. He slashed twice at the vamp's shirt before the vamp
moved again, blocking Giles' last cut, but within a couple of flurries of
clashing swords, Giles had slashed again.
The vampire paused to look down at the very obvious 'Z' carved by the razor
sharp blade in both his shirt and his skin, blood already seeping into the
fabric. He looked up, a look of realization dawning. "Oh, I get it...you'
re Zor--"
One more slash of the blade cut the teenage vampire off in mid-word,
showering Giles with dust. "Old guy indeed," he sniffed, brushing dust out
of his hair and off his collar.
Willow and Xander were still struggling with their vampire, who had grabbed
the mace from Xander and was swinging away.
Buffy, who had just sent the Jason-vamp to the floor, turned her attention
quickly to her two friends as Giles approached Jason with the saber.
"Um, excuse me," she said as she grabbed the vampire from behind. He shook
her off, annoyed, but was distracted from Willow and Xander. He swung the
mace at her, which Buffy grabbed and threw across the room. "Does the word
'Slayer' mean anything to you, lame-o?"
The vampire's eyes grew wide as saucers as Buffy raised her stake. He
managed to block her for a few moments, but the Slayer emerged victorious
once again.
Buffy dusted herself quickly before turning her attention back to Giles and
Jason. The vampire had managed to disarm Giles and they were rolling around
on the floor, Jason's mouth open and lunging for Giles' throat. Buffy threw
herself at the vampire, prying him off Giles. The Watcher stayed on the
floor, trying to catch his breath.
"You okay, Giles?" asked Buffy as she stood, dragging the vampire up with
her. When Giles gave an affirmative nod, she turned her attention back to
Jason, planting him a facer. The vampire returned the favor, but fear had
replaced his earlier bravado. "Who are you?" he demanded as he struggled,
finally throwing Buffy off. He inched toward the front door.
Buffy grinned ferally . "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Buffy...the
vampire *Slayer.*" She emphasized the last word.
"You...you're the Slayer?" he asked incredulously. "But you're so
little...and so skinny!"
"Oh, I assure you she is," the Watcher chipped in tiredly, raising himself
on one arm.
Buffy glared, and closed the space between her and the vampire in a second.
She pinned the Jason-vamp to the wall, her stake raised for the kill. "I
may be skinny," she said, noting the abject fear on the vamp's face, "but
at least *I* can't fit inside a Dust Buster."
The vampire's face changed as Buffy spoke, getting bumpier and uglier, and
the look of fear was abruptly replaced by a challenging one. Jason--or
whatever he was channeling now--laughed, and his yellow eyes went black.
"You have no idea what's coming," he told her. "but the Mouth of Hell is
going to open...and..."
"Yeah, yeah," Buffy interrupted. "From beneath me it devours." She
plunged the stake into its heart, and a cloud of dust blossomed and settled
to the ground. "I've heard that one before."
She stood for a moment, looking out the front door into the darkness.
Everything was surprisingly still. She sighed. "Willow...Xander..."she
said, turning back into the living room. They both looked up at her from
the floor. "Will you guys go get Dawn? She's at Janice's tonight, but I'd
rather she were home...just to be safe."
Xander approached the door, Willow following behind. "She won't be too
happy about that."
"I don't care," Buffy replied, more forcefully than she'd intended. She
continued in a softer tone, "She'll understand, eventually."
"Um, Buffy...?" Willow ventured. "I was planning on crashing on Xander's
couch tonight, just to give you and..." her eyes darted into the living
room. "Well, anyway, we could keep Dawn with us tonight, if you don't
mind."
Buffy allowed herself a small smile. "You had my whole night planned out,
didncha, Will?" The smile faded, and she shooed her friends out of the
house. "Go. Find my sister. Keep her safe, okay?
"We will."
Buffy released a sigh as Xander's car pulled away from the curb, and she
turned back into the house and shut the door. That familiar tightness was
growing in her belly, the one she got when she didn't finish the slay. The
adrenaline continued to pump, and her stomach growled. She shut the door
and turned back into the house, her palms tingling. Usually she went to the
kitchen for a marathon session with Haagen-Daas and chocolate fudge, but the
sound of Giles groaning and moving slowly to stand brought her quickly to
his side. "Are you okay?" She turned her face up to his and her arm went
around his back as she helped him to the sofa. A couple of lamps had been
knocked over, so the room was almost pitch dark, except for the flickering
candles in the corner, miraculously untouched by the melee.
"Well...my evening wouldn't be complete...without a little...head trauma,"
he replied, wincing as he moved. He sat down in the middle of the sofa, and
Buffy pressed herself next to him, inspecting his face and head for any
serious injury. In the semi-darkness she could just barely make out a
darker shape over his right brow.
"Do you want me to get the emergency kit?"
Giles shook his head, then moaned and cradled his head in his hand.
Buffy tsked over him. "At least I could get you some pain killers..." A
giggle escaped her throat as she finally noticed the other side of his face.
"Giles, you won the battle with the vampire, but I think you lost it with
the Dots." She snickered again, and then had a devilishly fun idea.
"What...?" he began, slightly annoyed at her obvious amusement at his pain.
Then he sucked in his breath as he felt lips, teeth, and tongue against his
cheek. "Buffy, what are you doing?" he gasped hoarsely. The blood that had
been pounding in his head was redirected like lightning to his nether
regions, and the aches and pains from the fight seemed to melt away.
'Testosterone is a beautiful thing,' he thought fleetingly.
"Giles?" Buffy whispered against his throat as she ate off another piece of
candy that had stuck there. "Remember I told you how I get after a good
fight?" She licked the area she'd just cleaned and her Watcher groaned.
"How I'm either really hungry....." she lowered her head to his breastbone
and nipped off another Dot, "...or really, really horny?" She paused,
chewing. "Yum, a red one. My favorite."
"Buffy..."Giles grated. He was completely in her power, no spell needed.
"Well guess what?" she went on, seeking out more sugary delights further
down his chest. The lacings on his black shirt were history in short order.
Giles felt his control slipping away, and he grasped her firmly by the arms.
In seconds he became the aggressor, pinning her back against the couch
cushions. She giggled again, but her eyes sparked fire.
Giles paused over her, for a moment entranced. In all his dreams, she was
never this beautiful and alive. He lowered his lips over hers, taking just
a taste, then levered himself off of her. Buffy moaned loudly in protest.
"Giles..."
"Just a moment, luv...one moment." He rummaged around behind the oversized
chair, and when he came back up he had his hands full of something.
Kneeling by the side of the couch, he bent close to his Slayer's face.
"Close your eyes."
She obeyed, her lips parting as her breathing accelerated. Then she felt
something soft and squishy sticking to her cheek, then her throat, and
then...
She opened her eyes to see her beloved Watcher licking the bottom of a Dot
as he prepared to stick it...who knew where. He grinned at her, and put the
little candy right where she hoped he would.
"You didn't think to have all the fun, did you?" He said, and bent down to
lick off the first Dot. Then he sprinkled the rest of the handful over her
and crawled up on the couch beside her, molding her body to his.
"Ooh, Giles," Buffy breathed, feeling his arousal. "Is that Mister Gordo in
your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Would you like to find out?" Giles growled, moving against her as his
mouth blazed a path over her cheek and down her throat.
Buffy groaned. "Question answered."
THE END