Summary: Yet another Halloween fic. With demons.
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AlbumThisWasWrittenTo: 'Definitely Maybe', by Oasis
Pre-fic Comments:
Part of the reason for this fic is to push people's buttons, I admit it.
Xander's left eye twitched, almost imperceptibly. His control had slipped so much that he was in his incubus form, and his eyes were glowing slightly. Buffy as well had reverted to demon form, and her tail was lashing furiously.
"What the hell are you planning now?," he snarled, holding up Ethan by his collar.
"I'd ask you to put me down, but I don't think my legs would hold me," Ethan said nervously.
"You've been nothing but trouble," Xander growled. "You're like... Harmony Kendall, smelling blood!"
Cordelia looked faintly offended, until a small smirk creased her lips.
"Now me, I don't mind that much," Cordelia said, changing to her six, seven foot hybrid were-leopard form. "This should help me get a good job as an actress."
"Xander, might I suggest that you put him down?," Giles asked. "We do, after all, have manacles we can clap him in."
"Awwww, but he's so hateable!," Xander whined.
It was extremely strange, seeing a virile, masculine incubus whine.
Xander dumped him on the floor, and Ethan gave off a small scream as his heavily bruised legs hit the ground. Cordelia wrapped herself around Xander -- for some reason, he was irresistable to her when he was like this.
"Now," Giles said, as Buffy snapped the iron manacles on Ethan's wrists and ankles with four of her arms, her other two holding him still. "I strongly suggest you tell us what you were planning to do with Miss Chase's blood."
"Her blood?," Ethan asked, genuinely puzzled. "What would I want that for?"
"You know what she is," Willow said. "And she was the only one of us who donated to the blood drive, and you probably want to get us back, and I don't think that that's entirely fair because you did start this with your /stupid/ costumes which--"
Xander silenced her with a finger across her lips.
"I swear I didn't go /near/ any packets of blood," Ethan said. "Ripper, old mate, someone set me up. Honest!"
Giles looked thoughtful for a moment. "Buffy, knock him out."
The Slayer obediently did so, with relish.
Willow sighed deeply (out of habit, more than a need for oxygen), and stared into space. "Y'know, guys, this isn't fair. I mean, we..."
"Wills?," Xander asked, worried. "You okay there?"
The redheaded hacker's eyes stayed fixed on the corner of the Library ceiling. "Giles, how long've you had a security camera in here?"
"It has always been there," Giles said, confused as to where Willow was going with her idea. "But the video recorder that it is connected to is broken."
"The VCR is, G-man, but what about the computer system?"
"Don't call me that. The what? Er, we're not going to have that Moloch business all over again, are we?," Giles asked, concerned. "Er, I mean, it can't read my books through that camera, can it?"
"Computer system?," Xander asked. "You think it's a hacker, Wills?"
"Maybe," the redhead said. "Uh, I'll try and find out tonight on my box."
"You could use that machine there," Giles offered, wanting to know now.
"I... kinda don't have my programs on there," Willow said. "And I need some of them to trace any connections back."
The watcher sighed. "I suggest that we all get a good night's sleep while Willow attempts to trace this fellow, then."
Xander and Cordelia grinned lecherously at each other, until Buffy pulled them apart.
"No making out tonight," she ruled. Cordelia attempted to resist her, but her were strength could not affect the Marilith strength that Buffy possessed.
"Want me to walk you home?," Xander offered out loud.
"Okay," Willow immediately accepted. She was /not/ letting him go the entire way with that... that... Cordelia!
He ended up escorting all three females.
Giles stretched as he put down his glass of water, a couple stray vertebrae making cracking noises.
"Xander, would you have any idea as to why the water tastes strange?," he asked.
The human-shapeshifted incubus shrugged. "Tasted kinda... coppery, y'know, like blood."
"How strange," Giles mused. "I thought it was due to my time of rising this morning."
"Something must've gone wrong with the water treatment plant," the teenager said.
"Ahhh.... ahh... cho!," Giles sneezed.
It was a beauty of a sneeze, too. He ended up ripping his tweed suit as he gained a foot in height and a fur pelt.
The librarian blinked, dazed. "What..."
"Shit!"
"Language, Xander," Giles reprimanded absently, staring at his hands. "Well. It would appear that we found the end use of that packet of blood, if not the thief.
Cordelia stalked through the double doors angrily, then stopped short as she spotted Giles. "My God, have you been talking to that Ford creepazoid?"
"Cordelia, what brings you here?," Giles asked, attempting to blow his now-feline nose and failing miserably.
"Like /all/ my friends are not here, so I thought I might come see how the losers are this morning."
"Good to see we aren't second choice," Xander sniped.
"Say, you don't think that whoever stole my blood used it on you, do you?"
Post-fic Comments:
What a time for him to drop his pure-tea-drinking habit.