I do admit that this chapter is a little bit shorter than usual but I guess nobody is really perfect. Remember, this might follow the storyline of "Fear Unlimited" but I have changed some things to make this even better. So sit back, relax and review.

Chapter 16

... And Enemies (Part 3)

Previously on Lawrence's Journey, Lawrence's friends arrive at his house to find out that Lawrence is on a mission. Meanwhile, Lawrence meets Buffy's mother Joyce and they get ready for a Halloween Party. Lawrence meets Buffy's friends and they head into the party at the Halloween Party location where evil has taken over the building. Now we continue on with the story.

The group headed straight towards the building. I was happy to see Buffy with her friends. I mean they seemed kind of nice. Sure Xander seemed normal but you have to have at least a normal in the group. I didn't know what Willow was but there was something about Oz that seemed familiar. It was like I had encountered it before. I shook my head. Now was not the time to go insane. I had to keep Buffy happy although she was happy. So why was I here? Maybe I should leave but I wanted to keep Buffy company just in case.

"Well, let's step inside." Xander exclaimed.

I opened the door and the group stepped inside. I entered and shut the door. If this was a party, it was pretty dull. There wasn't even music. I looked at this as some party reject. But my mind was telling me that something was wrong ... very wrong. But Buffy wasn't even noticing anything. So much for the so-called slayer, I thought. Suddenly, something fell down the stair. The group rushed over and saw it was a body. In fact, it was a dead body. Now I knew that something was wrong.

"Okay, this is not even normal!" Xander said while looking around the

"Thank you Mr. States the Obvious!" I smirked back at him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Xander asked.

"You two cut it out. Something weird is going on here and we should explore more." Willow explained.

"Yeah! Ms. Slayer here isn't even on top of things!" I chuckled.

"What was that, Lawrence? I could easy pummel you." Buffy said with her fists out.

"I'd like to see you try!" I said while my hand was on Scizor and Houndoom's pokeballs.

"You rely on your pathetic Pokemon. You are weaker than your brothers." Buffy smirked.

"You take that back. I could easily take you down without my pokemon." I said while raising my fist.

"Then why don't you?" Buffy asked.

"Number one, I would never hit a girl and number two, we should stop worrying about this fight so we can discover why this party went from alive to dead." I said while lowering my hand.

"He does have a point there, Buffy!" Willow said.

"Who cares? Let's just get moving before anything goes wrong .... AHHHHH!"

I turned around and a skeleton attacked Xander. I reached for Scizor's pokemon but Buffy got there first. Before I could back her up, the skeleton collapsed. It was plastic. How could a plastic skeleton move? Outside, Anya, who ironically was in a bunny costume, was checking out the house. She went to the front door when it disappeared behind a wall of breaks. Anya went running straight towards Giles' house. Meanwhile inside the house, the group headed into another room still trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly a bunch of bats flew out but that wasn't what surprised me.

"Crobat!!" I screamed.

After a few seconds, the bats were rubber and everyone looked at me. At first, I thought I saw a Crobat but after looking at the rubber bats, there weren't any that looked like Crobats. Then I turned to the others and they were still looking at me strangely. Okay, stay calm. There is something going on here and it has to be easy to explain. Who am I kidding? This place was stranger than Gesper's parties. Still I had to stay focus and I also have to explain why I just cried out Crobat. Okay, I do have a fear of certain bats, but this people are not normally accustomed to Pokemon.

"Crobat? What Crow? I just saw a bat." Xander chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

"No, Xander. Crobat is a pokemon. It is the evolved form of Golbat." I explained.

"Golbat? So I am guessing this pokemon participates in Soccer? Get it, Goal Bat? Come on, it is funny." Xander said while trying to crack a joke.

"No, it isn't. Stop making fun of their name, you pathetic comedian." I said with a smirk.

"Okay, let's not ... "Willow said but Xander interrupted her.

"Okay, I don't need this! Goodbye!" Xander said while walking off.

Soon the group split. Good riddance, I thought. Xander is just as funny as a Mr. Mime. I had better get some help though. Then I remember what Gesper said. Then I knew what I had to do. I pulled out Xatu's pokeball and released it. Xatu appeared and I told it to go back for help. Xatu disappeared and I headed up the stairs. This house was darker and gloomy than any haunted house I have been two. And I have been to a lot of them due to double dares. Suddenly three dark figures popped out. I reached for my pokeballs when I heard the familiar yet stuttered motto.

"Pre .. pare for t..t..rouble."

"And make ... it .. it .. double."

"To protect ... the world from dev .. astation."

"To unite all pe .. ople within ... our ... n .. n .. ation."

"To denounce the e .. e .. vil of truth ... and ... and ... love."

"To .. to .. extend ... our ... our ... reach to the stars ... a ... a ... bove."

"Jessie!!!"

"James!!!"

"Team Rocket cowering at the speed of light!!!"

"Better back down because we are too scared to fight!!"

"Meowth in fright!!!"

The terrible trio were holding each other while they were shaking. Even Team Rocket isn't safe from this spooky house. The little piece I had was broken when I heard voices coming from the bathroom. I told the Terrible Trio to follow me. I slowly headed towards the bathroom and opened the door. Meanwhile, the rest of the gang was trying to find their way out of this house. Xander looked in a mirror and saw no reflection. It was like he was invisible. Buffy was attacked by hordes of vampires and Willow's spells were going haywire. As for Oz, he was in the bathroom where I was entering. I saw him shaking.

"What is wrong with him?" James asked.

"Must not transform. I am a good boy!" Oz said to himself.

"Looks like someone caught the crazy bug." Meowth chuckled.

"I will not ... transform ... into a ... werewolf." Oz said repeatedly.

"Werewolf? What does he mean? Is he a Werewolf?" Jessie asked while shaking.

I ignored Jessie's voice but focused on what she said. Why didn't I see it before? I knew there was something familiar about him. Sure, werewolves are very rare in our world but there was a connection between him and I. But I wasn't a werewolf because I would know that. Jessie, James and Meowth were all shaking. Someone had to keep an eye on Oz while the rest venture to where this evil is located. I couldn't leave Jessie and James. Despite the fear the house is giving off, Oz could still transform and curse them. Sure, it would be a good punishment but not even Jessie and James deserved that. That left ...

"Jessie, I need you to release Wobbuffet. Meowth, I need you to stay behind with Wobbuffet."

"Why?" James asked.

"Meowth and Wobbuffet are safe since Werewolves can't affect other animals. Plus Wobbuffet can easily protect himself with Counter if Oz tries to attack. Someone or something needs to keep an eye on Oz while we find what is causing this house to become full of evil." I explained.

Jessie released Wobbuffet and the three of us headed towards the area where the evil was. I couldn't sense it like Buffy but something was wrong and it was probably in the attic. We headed up stairs. Hopefully, my theory was right about werewolves. As we crept, I could hear the two Rockets shaking. If I wasn't so focused, I would be scared too but I had to figure out what on earth was going on. As we crept to the stairs towards the attic, I realized that this was an encounter that I haven't faced before but there was no time for doubts. This evil must be destroyed or else worse things might happen. I just hope that Xatu reached my friends and family so they arrive in the nick of time.