There was no doubt that Willow was Xanders bestest friend in the whole wide world. But right now Xander wanted to grab her and shake her until her curiously absent sanity returned to her.
It had all started so innocently, with her entering the costume shop to buy a costume. Bells had started to ring the moment she had stepped through the door and the shop owner had come to congratulate her for being the hundredst customer to enter his shop at his opening day. He had gifted her with two costumes, one for her and one for her date.
So Willow had a costume, but unfortunately not a date. But... she had Xander. A wildly resisting and struggeling Xander. No power of the world could force him to put on this costume..., no force, but Willow and Buffy working in tandem.
Together they had applied the fake scars on his face and chest, had put him into the costume and had covered his own brown hair with the longhaired wig. The only thing he had to do now, the last bit of his costume he had objected the most and he still glared at his girls as he opened his mouth and slipped the fangs over his eyeteeth. A vampire! He couldn't believe it that they forced him to go as a vampire! Sure, Willow looked sexy with her temporally black dyed hair, the dress and the fake weapons she had hidden under it, but did he have to go as a vampire?
Well Willow seemed to think yes and unfortunately she and Buffy had ganged up on him, so that he had no choice.
She had no idea where she was and how she had gotten here, but it looked like all hell was breaking loose and she couldn't feel neither Richard, which was bad, nor Jean Claude, which was even worse.
So she was running through streets she didn't know, her Browing ready to fire, searching for a clue, any hint to where she was.
"Anita." She turned around in time to watch the figure touch down on the street behind her. Long, unbound golden hair was fluttering in a breeze and pale blue eyes were locked on her.
As he landed he flicked his head with a gesture that had become second nature to him, letting his hair covering the right side of his face... and the scars he bore.
"Asher," she breathed with relief, suddenly believing that everything would be all right in the end.