Fistfull of Trouble

Author: Socrates <vampyr64[at]hotmail.com>

Disclaimer: All the usual. I own nothing but the idea for the story.

Summary: My take on the 'what if Xander dressed as something different for Halloween' Well, one of them anyway.

Rating: Pg-13

Category: Action/Adventure

Feedback: If you would be so kind…

Authors end note, I know I already have another halloween fic out there, but that one is a rather serious one. And I wanted to do something more lighthearted. Coincidentally enough, I had this idea in my head for a few days, and with the recent annoucements I thought now an appropriate time. There will only be one more part to this, which should be a decent story length. I just wanted to mark my terriroty, so to speak.


Teaser

Buffy and Willow were in deep trouble... Well, actually Buffy was in deep trouble. Willow, being currently in a ghostly form couldn't be injured herself. But fear for her now helpless friend paralyzed her anyway.

It all started this afternoon when they picked their costumes. Somehow, someway, those costumes had been enchanted and had changed their weareres into whatever they wore. For Buffy, that meant she was now an eighteenth century noblewoman. For Willow, who has dressed in a risque number but opted to throw a white sheet overherself, she was no a real live ghost. Well, not so much live but still... She could only imagine what her friend Xander had chosen as his costume, as he wouldn't let either of them see it. He did hint though that it would be 'Groovy', and Willow could only guess what that meant.

As luck, or rather misfortune would have it they had soon been set upon by a bevy of transformed demon-kids. Not having anyone present who was capable of fighting them off they had been forced to run. The demon-kids had chased them through the streets for a ways, before they finaly managed to lose them in the cemetary. Of course, In typical Sunnydalian 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' fashion, they now foudn themselves face to ugly face with a group of rather vicious looking vampires.

Willow found the entire situation rather ironic. Hoirrble, yes, but ironic.

"Well, well, well, looky what we have here." the lead demon announced. "A pair of helpless little girlies." He glanced at his men "Get them."

The other vampires quikcly advanced upon them two females, quickly capturing Lady Buffy, who began to let out a long scream, followed by a series of curses. When the vampires reached for Willow though, they were literally met with thin air.

"She's a ghost!" one of them shouted.

"So what," the leader countered. "One elss victim is all, she's harmless. Bring me the other one."

"Ouch! Let me go, ruffian!" The terrified blonde demanded as she was dragged towards the master. The vampire carrying her only laughed at her terror.

Thats when Willow heard it, the voice.

"Hey assface,"

Willow spun toward the sound and found herself staring at a figure shrouded in the darkness, standing still, hold something, possibly a weapon across his shoulder with one hand, the other seemed to hold a sort of box shaped object, with something jutting out the front a good three feet.

"The lady said to let her go!"

The demon holding the girl turned to regard the newcomer, sizing him up carefully. Then he let out another burst of laughter. "And who's going to make me? You?"

The figure didn't say anything right away. He just started forward, moving slowly into the light, the shadows parting to reveal a dark haired man with a hard face, dressed in a tattered blue, buttoned up shirt and wearing brown dress slacks. His left hand hefted sawed of shotgun of some kind, right hand held a chainsaw. Was that... it couldn't be.... Xander!

The man grinned menacingly at the group of vampires, his eyes alight with glee.

"Come get some!"

TBC…