-'Pirates of the Hellmouth.'-
A response to the 'Xander didn't dress up like a soldier for Halloween' challenge.
Updated:: Pairings/Crossovers: A little W/X for the people, the title kinda makes the crossover obvious
Updated:: A/N: Something a little lighter for Pete M. Thanks to Buffyworld.com for Halloween episode transcript.
A/N2: Keep those reviews coming people. God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Pirates of the Caribbean.
Dedicated to Eddie.
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Giles blew the dust off on old book and looked at the title. 'Possessions and its permutations, third edition. This should do.' He walked back towards the common area of the library. "Buffy, are you sure about this?"
Buffy stood idly staring at the book open infront of her on the table. "I don't even know what I'm looking for. Plus I can't turn the page."
Giles nodded and sat down, opening the book. "Well, alright, l-let's, let's, let's review. Um, so everybody became, uh, whatever they were masquerading as."
Buffy nodded, still having a blank look. "Right, or at least I think so. Jonathon was Godzilla. Willow and I changed costumes, so she's 18th-century girl. And Xander dressed up like, a weird blacksmithy, piratey guy or something."
Giles looked confused. "A-and, uh, your, your costume?"
Buffy replied as if it was obvious. "I'm a ghost!"
Giles looked skeptically at how she was dressed. "Yes. Um... w, uh, uh, uh, the ghost of what, exactly?"
Buffy's cheeks reddened and covered her midriff with her bare arms. "Well, this is nothing. You should see what Cordelia was wearing. I saw her at the school. A, a tight unitard with cat ears and stuff."
Giles' eyes widened. "Good heavens. She became an actual feline?"
Buffy snorted, "How should I know? It'd be more appropriate if she went like a dog. I swear she is such a b..."
Giles cut her off. "Buffy! There is no need for that." He sighed and cleaned his glasses. "Cordelia is an innocent. You are the Slayer, sworn protector of the innocents."
Buffy muttered under her breath, "From what I heard, she's not THAT innocent."
Giles put his glasses back on. "What was that Buffy?"
Buffy cleared her throat. "Oh nothing."
Giles heard her, but let it slip. "Yes, well, tell me, where did you get your costumes?"
Buffy accepted the change of subject. "We all got ours at a new place. Ethan's."
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"Go, now."
Angel grabbed Cordelia and threw her over his shoulder. "Ow, lemme down."
"Shut up."
Angel sprinted out the door and down the street. "Do you know where Buffy is?"
Cordelia answered while still trying to free herself. "How should I know, now will you please let me down?"
Angel sneered. "Do you want to go back there?"
Cordelia shouted back as if he was stupid. "No!"
"Then shut up."
Cordelia kept quiet.
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Xander readied his sword. He had spent three hours a day for the combined length of both his childhood and his adulthood perfecting his technique as well as his blades.
Willow stood to his rear, covering Xander and helping make time for retreat if necessary.
The catcalls and hollering continued. "Hallo poppet! Its so nice to see you again."
Xander's face grimaced while Willow steadied her grip on the pistols.
A pirate jumped through the glass, knocking Xander over. "Say goodbye."
Willow leveled her right gun at him, "Goodbye," and shot him in the head.
Xander stood up and tackled two pirates that came in through the front door. "TAKE THE WINDOW!"
Willow reloaded her right pistol and guarded the window, shooting pirates as they came.
Xander rolled over and stabbed the first pirate in the throat with the tip of his blade. A yell came from behind and he spun around to see another pirate almost on top of him. Xander dropped to the ground and pulled a knife from the dead pirate's belt. The pirate grinned and pulled out his cutlass and pistol. "What are you planning to do with THAT son?"
Xander shrugged. Willow turned and shot the pirates in the back of the head. "Nothing I guess."
A pirate came back through the kitchen. " 'Ello son," he threw a black sphere towards Xander, "'ave yourself a little present."
Xander caught it with his left hand and threw it out the window, decimating the pirates outside. Willow took note and shot the pirate in the face. "Thanks."
Xander parried with another pirate as Willow continued to try to thin their ranks. "Elizabeth, not that I am complaining, but why are you shooting everyone in the head?"
Willow quickly reloaded. "Because, they seem to shake everything else off. They at least stop when I shoot them in the face."
Xander grabbed his sword and ran across the den to cover Willow while she reloaded again. He looked out the window to access the enemy force. "Elizabeth, have you noticed something else...odd about some of these pirates?"
Willow looked out of the window. In the front lawn, there was a mob of tiny, children-faced pirates, grimacing, cursing, and egging on their larger counterparts. Most of them had their pistols out. They were firing blindly though the window, and the door, and the rest of the house.
Willow ducked, and cursed the pirates. "Its as if they don't care about their fellow men and send children into the battle."
Xander sliced the pirate's arm and slashed his throat. He looked at the assortment of dead bodies populating the house.
They looked back at him. Xander's eyes widened with realization.
"ELIZABETH!"
Willow turned around and looked back to the living room, where the once dead pirates where starting to stand up. "OH, GOD!"
Xander punched a tattooed pirate that had arisen, effectively knocking him out, and took back his sword. "I know, I know, they are about to overrun us. I can't see any way out of this."
Willow shot out the window, where about twenty small pirates where about ready to storm the house from the front lawn. She knew that he was right; there was no way that they could win. "PARLEY!"
The pirates stopped their advance. The first pirate through the door slowly walked forward. "Parley?"
Xander looked at Willow sideways as he readied himself for another attack. "Parley?"
Willow shook her head. "Yes, Parley, I invoke the right of parley. According to the code of the brethren, set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew, you have to take me to your Captain."
The pirate nodded, understanding. "I know the code."
Willow motioned to Xander to stop the attack. "If an adversary demands parley you can do them no harm until the parley is complete."
A pirate in the back shouted. "To blazes with the code!"
The first pirate turned around. "SHUT UP," he turned back with a slight smile on his face, "They wants to be taken to the Captain. And they'll go without a fuss. We must honor the code."
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Spike and his minions gathered in the warehouse. He walked up to the podium and looked out at the crowed. He smiled to himself. In the past hour, his numbers have swelled to almost sixty. He knew the slayer brat and her friends were out there. Now he had the numbers. Now he had the strength. 'After all,' he thought, 'thirds slayer's a charm.'
A response to the 'Xander didn't dress up like a soldier for Halloween' challenge.
Updated:: Pairings/Crossovers: A little W/X for the people, the title kinda makes the crossover obvious
Updated:: A/N: Something a little lighter for Pete M. Thanks to Buffyworld.com for Halloween episode transcript.
A/N2: Keep those reviews coming people. God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Pirates of the Caribbean.
Dedicated to Eddie.
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Giles blew the dust off on old book and looked at the title. 'Possessions and its permutations, third edition. This should do.' He walked back towards the common area of the library. "Buffy, are you sure about this?"
Buffy stood idly staring at the book open infront of her on the table. "I don't even know what I'm looking for. Plus I can't turn the page."
Giles nodded and sat down, opening the book. "Well, alright, l-let's, let's, let's review. Um, so everybody became, uh, whatever they were masquerading as."
Buffy nodded, still having a blank look. "Right, or at least I think so. Jonathon was Godzilla. Willow and I changed costumes, so she's 18th-century girl. And Xander dressed up like, a weird blacksmithy, piratey guy or something."
Giles looked confused. "A-and, uh, your, your costume?"
Buffy replied as if it was obvious. "I'm a ghost!"
Giles looked skeptically at how she was dressed. "Yes. Um... w, uh, uh, uh, the ghost of what, exactly?"
Buffy's cheeks reddened and covered her midriff with her bare arms. "Well, this is nothing. You should see what Cordelia was wearing. I saw her at the school. A, a tight unitard with cat ears and stuff."
Giles' eyes widened. "Good heavens. She became an actual feline?"
Buffy snorted, "How should I know? It'd be more appropriate if she went like a dog. I swear she is such a b..."
Giles cut her off. "Buffy! There is no need for that." He sighed and cleaned his glasses. "Cordelia is an innocent. You are the Slayer, sworn protector of the innocents."
Buffy muttered under her breath, "From what I heard, she's not THAT innocent."
Giles put his glasses back on. "What was that Buffy?"
Buffy cleared her throat. "Oh nothing."
Giles heard her, but let it slip. "Yes, well, tell me, where did you get your costumes?"
Buffy accepted the change of subject. "We all got ours at a new place. Ethan's."
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"Go, now."
Angel grabbed Cordelia and threw her over his shoulder. "Ow, lemme down."
"Shut up."
Angel sprinted out the door and down the street. "Do you know where Buffy is?"
Cordelia answered while still trying to free herself. "How should I know, now will you please let me down?"
Angel sneered. "Do you want to go back there?"
Cordelia shouted back as if he was stupid. "No!"
"Then shut up."
Cordelia kept quiet.
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Xander readied his sword. He had spent three hours a day for the combined length of both his childhood and his adulthood perfecting his technique as well as his blades.
Willow stood to his rear, covering Xander and helping make time for retreat if necessary.
The catcalls and hollering continued. "Hallo poppet! Its so nice to see you again."
Xander's face grimaced while Willow steadied her grip on the pistols.
A pirate jumped through the glass, knocking Xander over. "Say goodbye."
Willow leveled her right gun at him, "Goodbye," and shot him in the head.
Xander stood up and tackled two pirates that came in through the front door. "TAKE THE WINDOW!"
Willow reloaded her right pistol and guarded the window, shooting pirates as they came.
Xander rolled over and stabbed the first pirate in the throat with the tip of his blade. A yell came from behind and he spun around to see another pirate almost on top of him. Xander dropped to the ground and pulled a knife from the dead pirate's belt. The pirate grinned and pulled out his cutlass and pistol. "What are you planning to do with THAT son?"
Xander shrugged. Willow turned and shot the pirates in the back of the head. "Nothing I guess."
A pirate came back through the kitchen. " 'Ello son," he threw a black sphere towards Xander, "'ave yourself a little present."
Xander caught it with his left hand and threw it out the window, decimating the pirates outside. Willow took note and shot the pirate in the face. "Thanks."
Xander parried with another pirate as Willow continued to try to thin their ranks. "Elizabeth, not that I am complaining, but why are you shooting everyone in the head?"
Willow quickly reloaded. "Because, they seem to shake everything else off. They at least stop when I shoot them in the face."
Xander grabbed his sword and ran across the den to cover Willow while she reloaded again. He looked out the window to access the enemy force. "Elizabeth, have you noticed something else...odd about some of these pirates?"
Willow looked out of the window. In the front lawn, there was a mob of tiny, children-faced pirates, grimacing, cursing, and egging on their larger counterparts. Most of them had their pistols out. They were firing blindly though the window, and the door, and the rest of the house.
Willow ducked, and cursed the pirates. "Its as if they don't care about their fellow men and send children into the battle."
Xander sliced the pirate's arm and slashed his throat. He looked at the assortment of dead bodies populating the house.
They looked back at him. Xander's eyes widened with realization.
"ELIZABETH!"
Willow turned around and looked back to the living room, where the once dead pirates where starting to stand up. "OH, GOD!"
Xander punched a tattooed pirate that had arisen, effectively knocking him out, and took back his sword. "I know, I know, they are about to overrun us. I can't see any way out of this."
Willow shot out the window, where about twenty small pirates where about ready to storm the house from the front lawn. She knew that he was right; there was no way that they could win. "PARLEY!"
The pirates stopped their advance. The first pirate through the door slowly walked forward. "Parley?"
Xander looked at Willow sideways as he readied himself for another attack. "Parley?"
Willow shook her head. "Yes, Parley, I invoke the right of parley. According to the code of the brethren, set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew, you have to take me to your Captain."
The pirate nodded, understanding. "I know the code."
Willow motioned to Xander to stop the attack. "If an adversary demands parley you can do them no harm until the parley is complete."
A pirate in the back shouted. "To blazes with the code!"
The first pirate turned around. "SHUT UP," he turned back with a slight smile on his face, "They wants to be taken to the Captain. And they'll go without a fuss. We must honor the code."
//////////////////////////////////////////////
Spike and his minions gathered in the warehouse. He walked up to the podium and looked out at the crowed. He smiled to himself. In the past hour, his numbers have swelled to almost sixty. He knew the slayer brat and her friends were out there. Now he had the numbers. Now he had the strength. 'After all,' he thought, 'thirds slayer's a charm.'