Get out

Author: Trimma <rei_ite[at]hotmail.com>

Rating: ma 15+ ( That's just cause thats what the movies rated)

AN: I thought I'd fnally get off my ass and do a halloween fic. This is one of my favourite movies.Mainly cause it's oneof only two movies that have ever scared me. And did it scare me shitless or what.

Oh yeah, it's un beta'd

Dont own it


Chapter 1

Xander stared around the costume store. A professional eye passing over props and various costumes. A mind brought up upon thousands of hours of TV, fuelling an imagination that knew no bounds.

An imagination that was currently creating the ultimate costume.

'Damn I really should have come earlier. There is absolutely nothing left' He thought rather darkly. He really should have known this would happen. You don't go into a costume shop the afternoon before Halloween and expect to get the coolest costume.

It just didn't happen.

But than again, he only had himself to blame.

Foolishly he had decided that if he ever wanted to impress Buffy with a costume, he was going to need more than his left over candy money.

So instead of coming in early with the girls he had gone and done chores for his uncle Rory for a couple of extra bucks.

Lot of good it did him now.

'Come on Xander, think!' He glared around the room once again, quickly passing over the owner who was currently pinning up sale sign and giving a rather dispassionate look.

It was the hat that drew his attention. Black, in an old style with a short brim. It conjured up pictures of mobsters and goodfellas in his mind but it was the other niggling at the back of his mind that made him think harder and look further.

The black jacket brought to the fore a more profound sense of recognition, but it was the black leather medical bag that made him remember.

Terror flooded his system as he remembered just what this man did. Who he had fought. And the very terrifying image of his enemy.

"Perfect"

*****

Ethan was surprised when the boy picked out that costume. These youngsters barely ever remembered the classics. No it was all talking dolls with knives and guys with hockey masks.

None ever remembered true evil.

And when this man was nearby you could be sure that evil was close by.

'I think I'll leave town early tomorrow night'

*****

Halloween. Summers residence.

"Oh, Hi Xander come on in, the girls are just about ready."

"Thanks Mrs.S" Xander replied as he took off his hat and put his bag on the floor, It's contents causing it to thud rather heavily to the floor.

"Oh and it's father tonight" He added spreading his coat and revealing his white collar. Joyce grinned.

"Sorry father"

"Father?" Came the question from the top of the stairs.

"Yes. Father, my very beautiful child!" Xander told Buffy giving her the quick once over before whistling. "Looking good Buff"

"Thank you kind sir" Buffy mock curtsied. "But why did you come as a priest Xand?"

"Hey, Don't you know the classics? I'm not just any priest, I'm also an archeologist" Her puzzled look didn't impress him. "Oh come on buff, I'm from one if not the scariest movies of all time."

"Still nothing, I'm living in blank town"

"Jeez?." Xander fished round in his pocket and threw her a small piece of leather. "That's giving it away even."

Buffy caught the item, looked at it for a moment, than shrugged her shoulders.

Xander almost pulled his hair out.

"Here Buffy, give me a look" Joyce asked holding out her hand and catching the tossed item. A look of concentration passed over her face before realization dawned.

"Oh! You're that priest. That's very clever Xander. Now get that image out of my house" Joyce's mood changed quicker than a woman at a basement sale.

"What?" Xander asked dumbstruck.

"You heard me, get it out!" She told him pressing it into his palm and pushing him out the door.

"Oh come on Mrs. S! It was only a movie."

"There are some things Xander, you just don't tempt. Now out."

"Whoah..Hey!"

Up on the stairwell Buffy just sighed.

"Hurry up Will Xander Just got kicked out of my house"

Casper poked her head into the hall.

"What did he do now?".

*****

On the way to school.

"So Xander, who did you dress up as that got mum so upset?" Buffy asked as they walked.

"Yeah Xander. I still cant remember who you are? Father who?"

"I can't believe you can't tell. I'm Father Merrin"

*****

Elsewhere in Sunnydale

The oak groaned and swayed as the heavier than normal gust blew through its boughs. Rustling the trees and branches. And on the ground it scattered fallen leaves. Revealing dark damp soil. A small hand plunged into that soil in the dying light of all hallows eve. And innocently it plucked, a small stone head that looked like it had been broken of a statue. The head grinned evilly.

The child looked down at and smiled.

"Hello Captain Howdy"

The End