Summary: Yet another Halloween fic. With demons.
Disclaimer: I own... hmm. I own nothing. The bank owns any money I make, at the moment.
Feedback: Why not? It helps me write more and better...
Pre-fic Comments:
You can thank HPackrat for this part. He's amazingly good at provoking thought in my head, and coming up with ideas for what I can write next. He's good people. He don't write too fast, mind. (You'd better watch out for fanboys now, HPackrat.)
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Willow groaned as a whitehot flash of pain burnt into life as her hand reached for the doorknob. She obediently put her gloves back on, then tried that again.
This whole thing had /ruined/ her life!
The hacker had tried to eat this morning, and had spent the next fifteen minutes over a toilet, heaving. Not fun.
At the moment, she was hoping desperately it would go away.
"Nice hat, Rosenberg," Cordelia called out from the school courtyard. "Going Goth, girl?"
"Maybe," Willow said resolutely. Her left hand reached up, making sure that the broadbrimmed hat was still perched on her head. "It's none of your business if I am."
Cordelia looked her up and down. "With your complexion, it could look good on you."
Willow was stunned at this non-hostile comment from Queen C. After gathering her senses back, she started to leave.
Harmony Kendall got up from the gaggle of Cordettes as Willow went past, and tried to knock the flat hat off Willow's hair. Quicker than a striking snake, the redhead's fingers snapped around Harmony's wrist like a shackle.
"Leave my hat alone!," Willow commanded. She was about to add 'bitch', but if word got back to her Mum...
"Chill /out/," Kendall muttered, going back to the Cordettes.
"My God, why didn't you just try and claw her eyes out, Harmony? You're such a bitch," Willow heard Cordelia say as she ran for the Library.
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Xander wasn't sure if he was having fun, or having guilty fun.
Half the female population of the high school were coming onto him!
His problem was that it seemed to be due to his new species more than anything else. Half-remembered memories from the possessing demon whispered thoughts into his ear, of how to make them moan, how to make them writhe, how to make them /scream/...
A flicker of pain shot across his face at the last, thinking of the leather, and the metal, and the bl--
No! That way lies badness!, Xander reprimanded himself.
"So, have you got some...," The word 'one' hung in the air, but Cordelia continued, "thing to do later tonight?"
"Sure," Xander said, resisting the urge to rifle through her mind. His inner pervert said 'go for it!', while his conscience gave him hell. "I'm helping Buffy with something at the Library, then Bronzing it."
Queen C frowned inwardly. Dammit! Summers had beat her to that hot piece of ass! Still, she could work with this. "In a Library? There are better locations. I've got something you could help me with, if you want."
"No, thanks," Xander said obliviously. "It's kinda important."
A vision of Buffy the Marilith floated across the insides of his eyeballs for a moment. He tried to resist the strange pangs of lust that pulsed in his mind at the sight.
"Really important," he continued.
Cordelia frowned outwardly. "Want help, at all? I could ask around for you if you need something..."
"No! Ah, no," Xander said nervously. The last thing that the Scooby Gang needed was the school finding out about them. "It's kinda a private thing, you know?"
Damn Summers!, Cordelia thought to herself
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The posture of someone at a table, head slumped, held up by hands, is sombre.
Even if one could not see her lower half, seeing a six-armed Buffy doing the same thing appeared creepy, even more so when one of her lower arms scratched her back, independant of the other arms.
Giles had given her a length of calico material he had had lying around, which she was using as a wrap for her breasts. It felt uncomfortable, creasing around her middle set of arms, but no way was Buffy Elizabeth Summers going naked.
Well, more naked than she was. Anything tied around her waist slipped on the scales just underneath so much that it ended up a really, really crumply belt.
The only thing preventing her dwelling on this was the hunger she felt. And it wasn't entirely for food -- the cereal she had had for breakfast had slaked a lot of that hunger, but she still felt a slight desire...
Souls. There. She'd admitted it to herself.
"It could be worse, Buffy," Giles said, trying to cheer her up.
"How?! You tell me that!," Buffy shrieked at him. Her long, long serpentine tail that grew from the waist down flicked angrily at his hands, sending the fine china cup flying. Luckily, he had drained it by now.
"You could still be possessed by the original demon," Giles pointed out. A pall of silence hung between them at that.
"If anything, you look ravishing like that," Ethan pointed out. A shoe hit his cage, which made him shut up.
Hell yeah Buffy had brought her now-superfluous shoes with her. No way was she letting Cordelia steal them.
"I can't believe that Angel ran away like that," she moped.
Giles sighed. The Irish vampire had run away rather quickly after the account of what had happened during Halloween. "I can only conjecture that his inner demon felt submissive towards the far more powerful Marilith that you are now, and he was scared of something that scared even the demon Angelus so."
"Ewww!," Buffy said. "Can you say that in a /non/ S&M way? Because that is totally gross."
She tried to stamp down the rising feeling that Angel had been bad for trying to run away from her. How dare that lesser demon flee, rather than ask her bidding!
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Post-fic Comments:
Okay, Brandon, you can dispense with your Happy Dance, now :)