Summary: Yet another Halloween fic. With demons.
Disclaimer: I own... hmm. I own nothing. The bank owns any money I make, at the moment. The concepts building 1001Keys do not belong to me, most probably.
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Crossover: Megatokyo
AlbumThisWasWrittenTo: 'Shepherd Moons', by Enya
Pre-fic Comments:
Strange choice of album, but I'm just in that mood right now.
Hey. I could've been listening to Moods . Stop whining. If you don't, I'll go find my Synergy record.
O'Neil looked at his right hand, er, paw. As he flexed it, five sharp claws emerged from it.
"Q/4Despair, evil!
No more would 3vi1 triumph over the good people of Sunnydale!
A thought occured to him. What of the other towns? He had several friends who were still in peril. He was being selfish. Picking up the phone clumsily, he dialed a long distance number.
"J0! 14290? 907 j00 p14n 0f 474Hello, my friend! How art thou? Have you prepared for your trip to E3?
"'S /V3! w47 70 13v31?"
It is indeed I. Dost need to learn new skills to triumph over darkness?
"Z0mb13z? 5/The undead? They are most terrible enemies. Come, my friend. Visit. I am willing and able to assist you in some small way.
"5uy413."
I am residing at Sunnydale. I'm sure I don't need to tell someone of your skills any more than that.
"K, l8r."
I will speak with you anon, my friend.
He smiled as he put down the phone. How could darkness triumph over good?
Willow looked up at her parents. "... and that's the whole story. Y-y-you still l-love me, right?"
Her mum wrapped her in her arms. "Of course we still love you, sweetness, and we want to help you with this problem."
"I can't believe that vampires and demons exist, and we haven't noticed them," her father, Ira said.
"Say, you don't think that this has happened to the whole town, do you?," Willow's mum, Sheila worried.
"We could always find Giles," Willow offered. She hated this -- she seemed shorter standing next to eight foot tall cat people. Even if they were her mum and dad. "He always seems to know what's going on."
"Is there any way for us to change back?," Sheila asked worriedly.
"Cordelia might know, she was a were-leopard before this happened."
"Cordelia Chase?," Sheila frowned thoughtfully. "Isn't she the girl who teases you?"
"She's been kinda improving," Willow said. It was a struggle to admit that, even to herself. "Come on, we need to get to the High School."
She had to admit, watching her parents sit in the Subaru station wagon with their knees around their pointy ears like a six foot nothing man in a Fiat Bambina partly made up for the whole thing.
They caught Giles, as well as Xander, Cordelia, and Buffy just as the group was leaving the school, and piling into Giles' old car.
"Guys!," Willow gasped, making sure her widebrimmed black hat was still firmly on her head. Maybe she needed some hat pins. Yeah, wooden ones. Hang on, she was getting sidetracked. "Guys!"
"Willow!," Buffy smiled. "We were getting worried about you."
"Er, yes, we have just researched all the possible rituals that this O'Neil character could have--," Giles began, cutting himself off as he saw Willow's parents. Partly from shock, partly trying to keep the secret of the Slayer.
"It's cool, they know the deal now," Willow said. "Although they do wanna know how to change back, so if Cordelia could tell them how, that'd be good. Although it was funny watching them drive like that, and I'll be quiet now."
Cordelia pulled the two doctors to one side to instruct them in the art of shapeshifting.
"I forgot to tell you the address," Willow said nervously. "Silly me. Uh, it's--"
"I know the address," Buffy cut her off, looking grim. "He's my new nextdoor neighbour."
Xander pulled Cordelia along with him to Giles' car, commandeering the back seat. "Come on, guys, we have to get going to catch this creep."
"Quite right, Xander," Giles nodded, getting into the front seat. Buffy got shotgun.
"Come on, mum, dad, we've found who did this," Willow said, tugging her now-human-shaped parents towards their car. They quickly caught up to Giles.
Buffy looked in the rear view mirror, and saw what Xander and Cordelia were up to.
"My God, you two, can you knock it off for half a minute?"
Xander looked up from where his fingers were playing Cordelia's body like a violin, the young woman smirking dirtily. "Jealous, Buff?"
"No!," Buffy protested. Her bright red cheeks gave away the lie, however. "I just think you can do better than her."
"I bet you do, Summers," Cordelia said, gaining her mind back. She wasn't letting demonboy go to Summers!
"Maybe I could, maybe I couldn't," Xander smiled.
"Ladies!," Giles yelled from where he was peering through the windshield. The two girls obediently quietened down.
"/Don't/ ever think you get to say what or who I do," Xander whispered in Cordelia's ear. "Do as I tell you, and you might get a reward later. But bad girls get the lash."
Xander blinked, realising how far he was going. The scary part, for him, was that he couldn't tell what part of that had been the demon that had possessed him, and what had been from him.
"Xandeeeer!," Buffy whined.