All information and disclaimers are at the beginning of chapter one.
Willow stumbled and fell to the ground. Confusedly, she picked herself up and stared in shock at the chaos that had erupted around her. She looked and down and nearly screamed.
“Oh my god! I’m a real ghost!”
She stepped to the side so she was no longer standing in her body and looked around again. People all over had turned into their costumes. She was close to having a panic attack when she suddenly remembered something that nearly paralysed her.
Willow ran into the street searching for Xander. Last she knew, their two groups had been near each other, but she couldn’t see him at all now. She caught sight of Buffy and ran over to her.
Buffy turned and asked, “Who are you?”
Willow realised that Buffy must have become the eighteenth century noble woman she had dressed up as. Just like everyone else had turned into their costumes. Willow only just managed to keep calm.
“I’m Willow. Your friend. And you’re Buffy,” she said slowly, “And now I think we should get out of here before something kills us. Okay?”
Buffy seemed about to protest but decided not to when she saw some creature running towards them.
“Demon!” she yelled.
Willow tried to grab Buffy’s arm to drag her away, but her hand passed right through. Considering Buffy’s state of mind, it was probably better she didn’t notice. Instead, she yelled, “Buffy, follow me now!
Surprisingly, that worked. They ran down the street, then the next, avoiding the children-turned-monsters running around. The eventually made it to Buffy’s house, but not before running into Cordelia being chased by a Sasquatch like thing.
“Cordelia!” Willow shouted, “Inside the house!”
Cordelia did not need telling twice. She made a break for the two and they all ran to the back door of Buffy’s house. Surprisingly, but probably for the better, Cordelia got their first and opened the door, and once the other two were in, she slammed it shut.
“Damn it!” she exclaimed while examining the arm of her costume, “That thing tore my costume! There’s no way Party Town’s giving me back that deposit.” She turned to Willow and Buffy, “What the hell is going on?”
“Everybody has turned into their costumes. I don’t know…” she paused, staring at Cordelia, “You don’t think you’re a cat?”
Willow frowned in confusion, “But why? I turned into a ghost,” she put her arm through the kitchen counter to demonstrate, “Buffy became an eighteenth century noble woman,” she pointed to Buffy who was staring in amazement at the counter where Willow put her arm through, “And Xander…”
She stopped. She had see all the movies and knew what the character was capable of. It was entirely possible that he may have already done something, Xander might regret.
“Xander what?” Cordelia asked.
“He- he dressed up as Michael Myers from the movie ‘Halloween’,” she replied softly.
“Oh.” Cordelia’s eyes widened, “Oh crap. That’s not good is it?”
Willow shook her head and just then, the door crashed open. Buffy screamed, while Willow jumped, and Cordelia spun towards the door after grabbing a knife that was out on the counter. They relaxed when it turned out to be Angel.
“Oh, good. You’re all right,” he said.
He noticed Buffy and moved towards her, “Buffy.”
She jumped and backed away from him. He turned to Willow and Cordelia confused.
“She’s turned into her costume. She has no idea who any of us are,” she told him, “It’s the same with a lot of people out there,” she gestured to the door where screaming and a myriad of other unpleasant noises could be heard.
“Okay,” Willow said with more confidence than she actually felt, “Angel, you stay here with these two, I’m going to find Giles.”
“Willow,” Angel started, “I don’t think you should go out there. Maybe I could…” he stopped as Willow came right up to him and put her arm through his chest.
“Or not,” he mumbled as she turned and walked through the wall, out into the night.
Outside, Spike surveyed the damage being done by all the demons and smiled, “Well. This is just… neat!”
* * * * *
As Michael took a shortcut through an alleyway, he came upon a man dressed as a pirate accosting a young woman. The pirate turned to him and the woman took off running during his distraction.
“And what would you be?” he asked threateningly. He spotted the knife in Michael’s hand and drew his own dagger, “Tough man are ye? Fancy a bit of a melee?”
The pirate slashed the knife through the air in front of Michael, who did not even flinch. Michael cocked his head to the side and studied the man, who was growing rather impatient.
“Are you mute?” he asked. When Michael gave no reply he just shrugged, “No matter.”
He grinned and lunged. Michael’s left hand shot out and grabbed him by the throat. He lifted the man up and slammed him into the wall. Bringing the knife up, he plunged it into the pirates chest, the force behind it enough to embed it in the brick wall. Michael let go and stepped back. He picked up the pirates discarded dagger and continued on his way as if nothing had happened, leaving the pirate that was once Larry Blaisdell literally pinned to the wall.
Michael stepped out of the alley onto Main Street and turned north. The commercial buildings were slowly replaced with residential homes. He reached a street corner and stopped. There were more people running around here. Houses lined both sides of the street and nearly all of them had their front porch lights on.
His gaze came to rest on the one darkened house on the street.
* * * * *
Back in the High School library, Giles was pulling a hand full of cards out of the catalogue. He leaned against the cabinet to flip through them when he heard yelling and sirens outside. He glanced at the window, wondering what was going on. Shaking his head, he turned back around, just in time to see Willow walk through the wall. He jumped, sending the cards flying all over the place.
“Hi,” she said.
“Uh… ah…” he stuttered.
“We have a problem,” she interrupted, “People have turned into their costumes!”
“Tonight, while we were escorting the kids, people started to change into whatever they were dressed as. Buffy became some eighteenth century noble, I became a ghost, and Xander, he, he turned into Michael Myers.”
“Isn’t he that Austin Powers fellow?” he enquired.
Willow stared at him in shock, “You know that Mike Myers played Austin Powers, but you don’t know that Michael Myers was a slasher from the horror movie Halloween?”
“Slasher… oh dear lord.”
He bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. He suddenly looked up, “Wait, a ghost? A ghost of what exactly?”
Willow wrapped her arms around her abdomen, “Well, this is nothing. You should see what Cordelia was wearing. A unitard with cat things, like ears and stuff.”
“Good heavens, she became an actual feline?”
“No. She was just the same old Cordelia. Just in a cat costume.”
“She didn’t change?”
“No,” she answered curiously, “Hold on… Party Town. She told us she got her costume from Party Town.”
“And everyone who changed, they acquired their costumes where?” he asked.
“We all got ours from a new place. Ethan’s.”
A dark look passed over Giles’ face as he repeated the name “Ethan”, under his breath, before it turned into a frown.
“Where is this shop?”
“I’ll show you. Just follow me,” she said, catching on to his reasoning.
She ran through the library door with Giles following close behind.
* * * * *
Michael walked up the path leading to the front door. He somehow knew this was where his family lived—where he lived. But he did not remember ever being here. Reaching the door, he grabbed the knob only to find it locked. He gripped it tightly and twisted forcefully. The lock broke with a small “snap”. He gave the door a push and it opened slowly, creaking all the way.
He stepped into the house and looked around. There was a light, as if from a television, coming from down the hall. A stooping figure lurched across the hall and went through a door at the end. Michael walked down the hall, never making a sound, and stopped outside the door. He peered through the crack and saw a kitchen, where a man, with his back to him, was searching through the refrigerator.
Patiently, Michael waited. The man finally found whatever he was looking for and closed the refrigerator door. He held a six pack of beer. Tearing one off the plastic holder, he popped it open and started to guzzle it down. Michael pushed the door open and walked in behind him. The man lowered the can, crushed it in his hand, and tossed it towards the overflowing trashcan. He pulled another of the holder and turned around to find himself face-to-face with Michael.
“Xander? Is that you?” Tony Harris asked, squinting. “What do you think you’re doing sneaking up on me!” he yelled, swaying and clutching the counter with his free hand to steady himself, “Why don’t you just get out of here and do whatever it is you do!”
Michael didn’t move.
“Are you deaf? Get out of my way!” he shouted.
Tony tried to push him back, but he didn’t budge. Michael grabbed Tony by the shoulder and tossed him across the kitchen as if he was nothing. He impacted the wall and landed in a heap on the floor. He pushed himself into a sitting position while Michael slowly advanced, dagger at his side. Tony took no notice of him as he tried—and failed—to get to his feet. When Michael stopped beside him, he finally looked up. Michael raised the knife above his head, ready to drive it through Tony’s skull.
* * * * *
Angel paced up and down the living room, much to the annoyance of Cordelia whose glare would have turned him to dust if that were possible.
“Hey!” she finally yelled, “Enough with the pacing already. You’re gonna burn a hole in the rug.”
Angel stared at her a moment.
“I’m gonna check the doors and windows again,” he said, rushing from the room. Cordelia rolled her eyes and muttered ‘men’ under her breath. Buffy stared at Cordelia from her spot on the couch.
“You would dare to command a man in such a way?” she asked astonished.
“Oh, give it a rest princess,” she said turning her glare on Buffy.
“I am not a princess,” Buffy replied, “Though it is not out of question if the right man should ask for my hand.”
Cordelia closed her eyes and slowly counted to ten in her head, “I can’t believe I’m stuck with you. God! This night cannot get any worse!” she exclaimed.
As if the universe wanted to prove her wrong, a rock sailed through the front window of the house, showering Buffy in glass. She screamed and ran into the hallway. She screamed even louder as a small red demon jumped through the broken window.
Cordelia finally decided to vent her anger and grabbed the fireplace poker and started whacking the demon over the head. Angel came running into the room and surprised her. She would have hit him upside the head, but he grabbed it mid swing. The demon used the momentary distraction to scamper out the window.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Just some demon throwing rocks and causing havoc. But I do feel much better now,” she added brightly.
Angel took the poker from her and asked, “Where’s Buffy?”
“She just…” she pointed to the hallway and to the open door, “Uh-oh.”
A short time later Angel and Cordelia were walking down the street in search of Buffy.
“I’m sure she’ll be okay.” Cordelia said.
would be okay. Whoever she is now, she’s helpless,” he replied, “C’mon, this way.”
They turned down another street.
Behind some shrubbery, Spike stood, listening in on their conversation. He turned to the assembled children-turned-demons behind him.
“Do you hear that, my friends?” he asked.
They all nodded and growled.
“Somewhere out here is the most tender
meat you’ve ever tasted, and all we
have to do is find her first!”