Assassin of Sunnydale
Disclaimer: I do not own either the rights to Assassin’s Creed, Bewitched or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
A/N: This is just an attempt to bring the game into the crossover fold. No disrespect is meant by it.
A/N 2: Thanks to thegame for the Halloween costume shop interlude.
Beginning of Helloween
Xander was walking and talking with his girls down the hall. Snyder came up to Buffy and “voluntold” her that she would be leading children around on Halloween.
After school, the Scoobies headed off to Ethan’s costume Emporium. Whilst Willow and Buffy were fawning over an 18th century noble woman’s dress. Standing in the middle of Ethan's Costume Shop, Xander Harris was watching Buffy and Willow ogle a big red dress as they were talking about how much Angel would love it. He pretty much gave up all hope to be with her. She only has eyes for a dead thing.
“I give up,” Xander thought to himself, “She can't see me now, she never will.”
Xander made a beeline for the accessory bin to procure a rifle, preferably an M1A1 carbine. Sadly, he saw the last military rifle being manhandled by a twelve year-old boy. All that was left were sidearms of different types including a flintlock pistol and an accurate replica of a derringer.
Reluctantly, Xander stared at his hopes and dreams for going as a soldier smashed. Maybe he’d go as something older and still in that line of work.
“Can help you young man,” Xander turned around stunned from the voice behind him. “You scared the crap out of me,”
“I do apologize,” the man said a bit sarcastically, “Is there anything I can help you find.”
“I can't afford much. I'll probably just get a plastic gun and do the soldier thing,” Xander said gloomily.
“That is no way to do a Halloween costume. I think I may have something for you,” the owner said as he walked in the back room of the store. When he returned, he was carrying a rather large box.
“How about I make you a deal,” the man said,
“My supplier erroneously sent me a white outfit with ninja props, I’ll let it go for the price of five dollars.”
“I don't know what to say,” Xander said with a shocked but happy look.
“Say you will take it.” Ethan implored knowing that it was an assassin’s costume, but figuring it was a Korean or Chinese equivalent of the ninja.
“I'll take it!” the boy said excitedly while handing him the cash, “Thank you.”
The man followed Xander to the front door and said, “It was my pleasure young man.” Xander did not see the evil smirk that was on the store owner’s face as he locked up the shop.
Fast forward to Xander getting ready
Xander finally got the costume on how he thought it worked and walked up to 1630 Revello Drive.
Joyce Summers opened the door, looking resplendent in her witch’s costume.
“Good evening, Mrs. Summers my complements on your bewitching costume. Is Buffy ready?” Xander said.
“Oh it isn’t that bewitching, I don’t have a Darrin to come with me to the party; why don’t you come in and wait for the girls they’re just getting ready.” Joyce said.
Xander watched as Buffy walked down resplendent in her dress.
“Buffy, Duchess of Buffonia I hereby renounce spandex!” Xander said amazed at the real princess costume.
“Wait until you see Willow she’s a real…” Willow appeared at the top of the stairs “…Boo.” Buffy said.
“Hey Wills nice Boo you’ve got on there.” Xander said.
Joyce looked at the three teens.
“I don’t care what Snyder says have fun you three.”
Fast-forwarding memory to a more recent one
Altair woke up; remembering being stabbed by Al Mualim and none to happy at being lectured on the Assassins’ Creed. He knew it well; Stay your hand from the flesh of an innocent, never be seen until you strike, never compromise the Brotherhood.
Strange, this did not look like the land of his birth. He decided to examine his surroundings. That church looked tall enough for him to get a good look and find a Bureau.
Through his observations; he determined a few things one that there was no Bureau, secondly that there were innocents acting strangely and third that he could feel the pull of a target from a nearby store.
Altair jumped and landed in the bushes; he got up and brushing himself off heard a scream from a woman. That brought one of his most un-Hashashashin characteristics to the fore: chivalry.
He raced in and took in the scene of a woman in a strange dress cowering at some form of carriage that was devoid of horses.
He sheaths his blade and walks over to the woman.
“You are safe, I will allow no harm to come to you.” Altair states.
“Thank you are you one of my father’s men?” Elizabeth asks.
“I know not your father, woman. All you need to know is that I will not allow harm to come to you.” Altair states.
“Really; how am I to know you are not a blackguard intent on ransoming me to my father?” Elizabeth asks
“If you wish to be safe come with me, I can not guarantee your safety otherwise.”
Altair grinds out.
“Very well, but my father shall punish you for your insolence later.” Elizabeth says.
Fast forwarding memory to a more recent one
Altair sat in a house with this infuriating woman, by the Creed she almost made him want to kill her. Al Mualim’s words come back to him “Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent.”
He heard a scream from outside from a strangely attired woman running from a large beast. He sensed that the beast was another of the innocents so opted to use his fists like on the streets of Damascus. He ran up to the beast and smote it across the jaw. The woman began babbling and he nearly broke the second part of the Creed.
Fast forwarding memory to a more recent one
Altair flexed his hand and felt the blade slide between his fingers; strange as a Hashashin initiate they sliced off his left ring finger. He retracted the blade into the wrist guard and looked around the house.
He found a piece of glass hanging on the wall and stared in amazement. It was not his face! What sort of trickery was this! What had Al Mualim done to him!
Altair left the house and ran towards the target; staying his blade but not his hand from innocent flesh.
Once inside the store; it seemed his target had been beaten and a man was holding a statue aloft. The statue descended and then he knew no more.
End Memory Block 1