Summary: Yet another Halloween fic. With demons.

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Pre-fic Comments:

Having so many fics on the go at once is starting to seriously mess with my memory... I started this part thinking that Angelus was on the loose.

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A low groan emanated from the female snake demon in the corner as the rest of the Scooby gang talked quietly.

"Giles? What happened? My head feels like I've been sniffing Willow's spell components," Buffy groaned.

"You were getting rather... insistant with Xander that he engage in certain activities with you," Giles said carefully.

"Oh? Oh!," Buffy said intelligently. A thought occured to her. "How about those vamps? Yeah, I'll go on patrol while /you/ go explain things to my Mum."

"What? But, Buffy, she is," Giles began, giving up as the Slayer easily transformed into a human appearance then ran out the door with a stake in hand.

"Denial," Xander sighed.

"Speaking of denial, why was Summers trying to screw you on the Library floor?," Cordelia demanded. Everyone looked at her. "What?! She was sooo trying to do the horizontal mambo with you, Harris."

Xander groaned and hid his face in his hands.

"I'm afraid that Xander has contracted a rather serious problem from his transformation," Giles hedged.

"Problem schmoblem. I have serious trouble with facial hair if I sneeze," Cordelia snapped.

"His problem is a touch more serious," Giles said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose from where they had slipped. "Mr Harris, due to his new status as an incubus, has to gain... sexual energy to survive."

Queen C looked at Xander, geniunely surprised. "My God, so you really do have to do it or you'll die? That's a first."

Xander groaned. "I don't even have a girlfriend, and I don't want to force anyone into anything."

Cordelia looked him up and down in a closer inspection. She stepped up to him, a fingertip trailing down from the tip of one of his horns along his face. "I'd be willing to have you, Xander."

Willow made a gagging noise in the background. That skank wasn't good enough for Xander!

Giles coughed unobtrusively. "Well, I shall go borrow Angel and then explain what has happened to Buffy's mother. Wish me luck."

Xander saluted him from where he was standing. "It's been nice knowing you, G-man."

"Don't call me that," the Britishman snapped as he left. "And lock up behind you."

"So," Xander grinned, "shall we go looking for his magic books with the dirty pictures now?"

The two girls looked at him.

"What? Whaaat?"

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The next day found the PE teacher talking to Xander, with Cordelia acting as a (supposedly) neutral third party.

"Look, why do you want me on the martial arts team?," Xander asked.

"I've been watching you for the last two days, Harris," the coach said. "The way you move... you're on the team."

"I can't fight!," Xander protested.

Cordelia threw a punch at his nose. Xander's right hand automatically curled into a claw, grabbing her wrist before her knuckles got within a foot of his face.

Damn demon memories, Xander mentally cursed. The possessing incubus had been quite skilled at unarmed combat. But then, someone with razor sharp talons is never unarmed.

"Sure you can," the coach grinned. "You didn't even think when you did that, did you?"

"Maybe I can," Xander conceded, "but I don't want to be on the team."

The coach's eyes hardened. "I asked Principal Snyder if I could have a look at your file. Have you had a look at your file?"

The man opened up a manilla folder he had brought with him. It had a long, long list of offenses against the School and Education underneath his academic record and dossier.

"No," Xander said weakly.

"Now," the coach continued, "I could make all this... go away, if you cooperate with me."

"Okay," Xander capitulated. He couldn't afford to get expelled.

"Great! I'll see you at the try-outs after school, then. Gym, three thirty, don't be late."

Xander groaned as the man strode away. "Great! I don't want to be on some sports team!"

Cordelia looked at him, then inspiration struck. "Hey, it could be good for the vamp-killing, right? I mean, learning how to fight better."

"But I don't wanna end up like Larry!," Xander complained.

Cordelia gave him a cold look at that comment. "Not all the boys in school are like Larry, you know."

They then came across Willow. Xander acted as a peacekeeper while they went in search of Buffy.

"So, nerd-girl, what's with the goth look?," Cordelia asked. Willow had the same clothes as yesterday -- really widebrimmed hat, gloves...

"Um, the whole vampire thing kinda makes it mandatory," Xander pointed out. "Hey, Buff! Who's your friend?"

Buffy turned around. "Hey! This is a friend from my old school, Hemery High! Guys, this is Ford. Billy Fordham, meet Xander, Willow, and Cordelia!"

"Hi," Xander said.

"Hey," Willow added.

"So, you're from LA as well?," Cordelia asked.

"And now you're here? For real?," Buffy asked Ford.

"Dad got the transfer, and boom, and he kinda dragged me outta Hemery and put me down here," Ford shrugged. "I'm staying with Uncle John at the moment. John O'Neil, any of you know him?"

"John O'Neil?," Willow asked faintly, pale skin turning even more white. "A Thousand And One Keys? That O'Neil?"

"I think so," Ford shrugged. "I don't really understand his computer stuff."

"We're doomed," Willow squeaked, and then fainted.