Alexander Harris: Wielder of the Codex
Chapter 001 – Halloween Night
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What if the Flamels had gained immortality another way then the Codex, but still knew the Prophecy? What if Gilgamesh had a grandson? On that fateful Halloween night, Xander, who had been given the Codex when he was young by his grandfather, had dressed up as a person who had been described to him by his grandfather. How will Sunnydale last with the wielder of The Book of Abraham the Mage, and other beings not seen on the planet in Millennia?
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Xander growled as he stared at the 10 yr. old who had grabbed the last plastic machine gun, which would have completed his military costume. The kid just stuck his tongue out at Xander, before putting it up on the counter for it to be rung up.
"Well, there goes my military costume idea." He muttered angrily as he glanced over at Buffy, who was looking lovingly at an old-style Victorian (or Elizabethan; may be neither, he couldn't tell) dress, with Willow complementing both the dress and Buffy for her choice.
"Buffy's going to get that monster of a dress to try and impress her 'precious Angel', and Willow's going to try and help her to make 'a relationship made by Heaven', no matter the fact that Angel is a blood-sucking vampire, and Buffy is the Slayer. While that train wreck will be going on, I don't have a costume."
At that second, an idea hit Xander with the force of a bullet train. An idea that would be perfect, and fit with Sunnydale's Supernatural theme, even though Sunnydale's version of the theme involved vampires. With that thought, he dove straight into the stacks of costumes with a vigor that can only be harnessed by a teenager. After 5 minutes of nothing, however, that vigor was gone.
"There is nothing here that will work!" Xander hissed as he stared at the stacks of costumes with the force of a thousand exploding suns.
"And what would you happen to be looking for young man?"
Xander spun around, almost hitting the owner of the voice in the face with his elbow. Said owner of the voice happened to be the owner of the shop, Ethan Rayne. Xander couldn't think of a description for him except that he looked like Robin Sachs. Even though he thought the owner was a bit creepy, since he owned the store, he should know exactly where what he was looking was.
As he described what he was looking for, Ethan knew that it would be an interesting Halloween.
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Xander grinned as he knocked on the Summer family's home door. He had spent about an hour putting the finishing touches on his costume, and didn't have that much time to get over to the home of the Slayer. As he knocked, he wondered how the Summers family women would react to his costume, whether or not Buffy had gotten the dress of Hell, and whether or not Willow had finally changed her costume, or she was, once again, a sheet ghost. As the door open, these things went through his mind a second time… before all thoughts left his head.
Xander was witness to a sight that would remain with him for the rest of his life… Joyce Summers dressed up as Jean Grey from the Marvel comics, with the costume being both spandex and skin-tight. Because of this, he did the thing that any teenage male in his position would do… a wolf-whistle followed by a "Hello Mrs. Robinson!"
"Thanks for the compliment, but you don't need to fake!" Joyce Summers told Xander while trying to hide her blush, before looking at his costume "And anyway, what are you dressed as, a cultist?" Xander's costume was a white hooded robe, with what looked like dirty and stained patches, with some pulls and tears. When she looked closer, she saw that the patches were odd symbols and lines of script written by what looked to be black felt-tip marker. Squinting, she recognized what looked like cuneiform and Egyptian hieroglyphics, and what she has assumed were rips and tears was also wrong. The rips and tears were actually long thick jagged stiches that looked almost like early writing. In one hand was a wooden staff that, like the clothes, had symbols on it. In the other hand, he was holding a small book.
"No, I happen to be someone my grandpa once told me about. I am dressed as Abraham the Mage."