Summary: Yet another Halloween fic. With demons.
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Pre-fic Comments:
I'm trying to get into a 11pm-7am sleep cycle, but my body keeps wanting to go to a 8am-4pm sleep cycle... what a pain.
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Xander sighed as he slumped at the table, much like Buffy had earlier. He had reverted to his demonic form to conserve energy that would be otherwise used to maintain a human shape. To prevent his wings bending painfully around a chair back, Giles had managed to find a stool for him to sit on.
"My back hurts," Buffy complained. "God, I /so/ do not need this. Giles, have you explained to my Mum about this, yet?"
"Er, no," Giles said. "I realise that you are still quite distraught with regards to the situation, but I must insist that you attempt vampire slaying tonight at the least. We cannot allow the undead population of Sunnydale to increase."
"Does your back hurt?," Buffy asked. "No. Ow!"
Xander got up, and started massaging her shoulderblades. "That better?"
"Much," Buffy sighed languidly, resting on her loose coils with hands supporting her chin above the table. "Giles?"
The Englishman took his glasses off to clean them. "I would suspect the strain of physical bodily alterations to be the culprit in this case, combined with a certain learning stage that you are probably undergoing."
"What?"
"Changing from human to Marilith form hurts you."
"Oh," Buffy said. "You shoulda just said so. Mmmmmmm... hey, don't stop Xander!"
"How did you come by this sudden skill, Xander?," Giles asked curiously.
Xander blushed slightly, pointing at the wings with one hand wordlessly.
"I see. Now, after some additional research, I have found some... rather disturbing facts you may wish to avail yourself of, Xander," Giles said, pulling a demonology tome from a pile of identical appearing books.
"What's wrong now?," Xander asked.
"I'm afraid that if you wish to survive with any measure of health, you will have to acquire... sexual energy," Giles said, coughing the last two words.
"What? How do I do that?," Xander asked, continueing the massage automatically. His hands started rubbing a different pattern across Buffy's torso while his attention was directed at Giles.
"Making out, as you Americans refer to it, and the acts that making out... induce," Giles said delicately.
A low, sensual, highly erotic moan emerged from the almost comatose former Slayer. "I'll gladly help you with that, Xander..."
Both males blushed, and Xander removed his hands from her back and front torso as if she was on fire. Buffy, not really thinking straight, wound her lower body around Xander's stiffening form. Her chest rubbed against his, and her hands started exploring.
Xander looked at Giles. "A little help, before I give into myself?!"
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Willow frowned as she walked to school. Night time sucked. Not that she minded not having to cover every square centimeter of skin, though.
"Are you lost?," a voice called up ahead from the darkness of the alleyway she was cutting through.
"Darn," Willow muttered, spotting Cordelia being assaulted by a vampire. Not a good, soulhaving vampire either.
The redhead pulled out a stake (compulsory equipment for friends of the Slayer), and ran forwards at an ungodly speed, quickly staking the undead American. When she turned to check on Cordelia, she got the shock of her life.
The nasty gash that the vampire had given Queen C with his untrimmed fingernails was healing at an inhuman rate, sealing up before her eyes. The only indication that Queen C had been injured at all was the dried blood left over the intact skin.
"You didn't see anything!," Cordelia commanded desperately, eyes digging into Willow's. The hacker absently noted the slitted pupils. "I /knew/ I should have shopped at Party Town!"
"Did any other girls from your clique get changed like this?," Willow asked carefully. While Cordelia was a social enemy, she wasn't Lucifer.
"No, why me?," the cheerleader asked. "God! Weird crap keeps happening around you nutjobs! Why can't you move away so I can have a normal life like everyone else!"
Willow gritted her teeth and ignored the insults. They were the socialite's way of coping. "Look, me, Xander, and Buffy are kinda having the same problems with our costumes."
Cordelia's mouth formed an 'O' for a moment, before she regained her speech. "You mean..."
Willow nodded. Their life sucked.
Queen C drew a finger down Willow's cheek, not bothering to ask. "My God! You're going to have that complexion forever, and not grow old and wrinkly! If it wasn't for the blood and the sunlight thing, sign me up!"
The hacker sighed inwardly. "Wanna go see Giles? He should be able to help you."
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When the two girls walked through the swinging double doors, it was to find Buffy trying to have sex with Xander on the library floor.
"My God!," Cordelia gasped. "Get a room, you two!"
Giles emerged from his office with a heavy duty tranquiliser gun. "Move, please."
Carefully taking aim, he tagged Buffy with a dart. The Slayer-demon collapsed in Xander's arms, and the reluctant incubus grabbed her as she collapsed. The calico wrap she had been using to cover her breasts had fallen off about half a minute into the Buffy-clinging, and he was torn between protecting her modesty, trying not to grope her, and trying to wake her up to have a go around.
"Why can't you guys have normal problems, like everybody else?," the cheerleader demanded.
"That would be so dreadfully boring," Giles said dryly. "Might I enquire as to why you have intruded upon our domain?"
"She's kinda got the same problem as us," Willow said. "Only she's some kinda were-cat, or something."
"No she isn't," Xander protested. "I was with her all that night, and I didn't notice any fur."
"Suuure you didn't," Cordelia snapped. "You were paying too much attention to your other head to notice a small thing like /that/!"
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Post-fic Comments:
With that "Wanna go see Giles?" thing, I heard the "We're off to see the Wizard!" song... :)