Auther: Magnus.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. X-men and the concept of
mutants are Marval's. Btvs belongs to Jason. I own nothing. Poor me.

"Damn it! We've got to get her to Giles." Willow shouted. It was no
fun being a ghost. Not one that was dressed like a hooker too. She
couldn't touch anything, it was annoying as hell.

"Fine, go out and see if you can spot anyone coming." Angel ordered
her as he hauled Buffy over his shoulder. He'd finally lost patience
with her and just knocked her out.

At least Cordelia seemed to have calmed down. She was a bit cranky
at first, after being chased by big foot. But she soon got over it
at seeing that Buffy was out of it and Willow was see through.

A few seconds later Willow returned, having walked through the
kitchen wall. "Jesus, don't do that!" Angel told her with a shudder.
He never liked ghosts.

She just shot him a dirty look before saying, "Coasts clear. Now all
we need to do is get her to Giles. I'm sure he'll know what's
happened. Then we can find Xander."

"Yeah, where is geek boy anyway?" The dark-haired girl asked.

Willow just shook her head as they ran. "I don't know. He was
dressed like a king I think. But then when everyone turned into
their costumes he flew away!" She told them excitedly.

"What? Like superman?" Both girls gave Angel an odd look. "Hey! I
have a life outside of killing vampires. And in that time sometimes
I like to read Marvel comics."

"Ok, good for you. But no he didn't turn into superman. I don't
think. I mean, he waved his hand and sent a car flying through the
air too!" The scantily dressed ghost told them.

Before they could go on with their conversation three little
monsters jumped out and attacked. "Angel they're kids! Don't hurt
them too bad."

"Right." The vampire cursed with a soul grunted before connecting
his fist with one of the little monsters' face sending it flying.
The other two attacked his legs, sinking their sharp teeth into his
calves. "Gahhh!"

His pain filled yell echoed throughout the night air. It took all
his self-control not to break their little necks after that. But he
just grabbed their heads and clunked them together, knocking them
out.

"Are you alright?" Cor asked with a grimace. He was bleeding badly
from his legs. "Come on, we've got to get out of here before others
show up." He answered.

They'd have to move quickly; any vampire worth his salt could follow
the trail of blood Angel was leaving.

And with Buffy starting to stir in his arms, they couldn't afford to
wait for her to wake up. She'd only start whining again about how he
was a brute and that Willow and Cordelia were women of questionable
virtue.