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.
Giles held up his hands, "Please one at a time."
Willow
looked at him still upset, "We've been turned into our
costumes!
I was dressed as a ghost, and now I am a ghost!"
She
yelled.
The watcher checked her out from head to toe
before asking, "The
ghost of what?" Her face turned as
red as her hair, "That's not the
point. I mean, look at
Buffy! She's dressed up like an 18th century
noblewoman and now
she is one." She pointed at the blond behind him.
"Unhand
me you brute! I'll have you brought up on charges as soon as
I get
to my father. Then we'll see how you like being flogged for
all
you're worth!" Indeed, the slayer was definitely not
herself.
Even Angel was starting to get tired of her. "So
you're saying
everyone's turned into their costume? But look at
Cordelia, she's
hasn't become a giant cat."
Willow
couldn't argue with that. It was the only thing she
couldn't
understand. "Well, no. But she made her costume.
Yeah, that's it!
Me, Buffy, and Xander all bought our costumes at
the same place,
Ethan's."
The watcher's face paled
three shades at hearing that name." Where
is this costume
store?" He demanded.
After getting the location he
ordered Angel to watch over the girls.
He had something to do. And
he wouldn't allow anyone to talk him out
of it either.
"Do
not leave me with these... these... harlots! I thought you
were
a man of learning, but I'm sorry to see you're nothing more
then
another vagabond!" Giles ignored Buffy as he left.
It was
almost ten minutes later before anyone spoke. That is other
then
Buffy and her constant whining. "I've got to get out
there.
There might be others in trouble." Angel told
them.
"Hey! You can't leave us here. What are we going to
do if some more
monsters show up? Buffy's out of her mind, and
Willow couldn't even
lift a book. And there's no way I'm going to
fight anyone off!" Cor
told him.
"Fine! Willow,
you can't be hurt. Why don't you go out and look for
Xander?"
The two hundred fifty year old vampire wasn't really
worried too
much about him, but he knew Buffy would never forgive
him if he
let the boy get hurt.
She just gave him a miserable look,
"What part of he flew away don't
you understand? He's long
gone by now." She'd seen how fast he'd
moved. He was gone in
a matter of seconds once he got in the air.
"Well if he
can throw cars like matchboxes I don't see why you're
worrying
about him. Its not like he can't take care of himself right
now."
The spandex-wearing cheerleader informed the redhead.
Willow
turned to the girl and was about to sprout out a few words
her
parents would never believe she even knew when she saw
something.
"Buffy! She's gone!"
