Chapter 2: Halloween
Chapter 2: Halloween
October 31st, 1997:
Spike chuckles as he re-watches the video of the current Slayer. She was different from any he had ever come across, but she also reminded him a bit of his last Slayer, the one he killed in the seventies. They had the same free spirit, and similar fighting styles but he could already tell Buffy was a much better Slayer. “She's tricky. Baby likes to play,” Spike states as he circles around.
The scene where she stakes the vampire with the sign replays.
“There, you see that? The way she stakes him with that thing? That's what's called resourceful. Rewind it again.” Spike looks to his right as he catches a glimpse of Drusilla swaying into the room.
“Miss Edith needs her tea,” she speaks softly.
“C'mere, poodle.” Spike holds his hand out to her and Drusilla takes his hand happily. “Do you love my insides? The parts you can't see?” she asks.
“Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. That's why I've got to study this Slayer. Once I know her I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell. Get strong again,” he says, smirking as he focuses on the video.
“Don't worry. Everything's switching. Outside to inside. She'll be like me soon enough, weak yet strong,” she says, as she breaths against Spike's neck.
“Really? Did my pet have a vision?” Spike asks as he turns around abruptly.
“Do you know what I miss? Leeches.” Spike shakes his head yet smiles as he runs his hands up and down Dru's arms.
“Come on, talk to Daddy. This thing that makes the Slayer weak? When is it?” he asks, completely ignoring the part were Dru spoke of her being strong. Dru smiles and closes her head, swaying to the stars' music. She would have a sister, a mummy all in one. Of course she'd have to wait until Daddy was back. Ms. Edith said it would be soon.
“Tomorrow,” she answers.
“Tomorrow's Halloween. Nothing happens on Halloween luv,” Spike says, shaking his head.
Drusilla giggles and shakes her head before smiles up at her Spike. “Someone's come to change it all. Someone new.”*************
Ethan locks up as he goes back to the back room of the shop. He had sold almost all his costumes and now it was time to begin the beginning of what would be his greatest spell. He was almost sad he couldn't be there to see the outcome of the Slayers costume. He comes through the curtain and kneels before his statue of Janus. He presses his hands together and winces in pain. When he pulls them apart there are wounds in his palms, and blood flows freely from them.
“The world that denies thee, thou inhabit.” He dabs the blood from his left hand with his right middle finger and
smears it over his right eyelid.
“The peace that ignores thee,...” He dabs the blood from his right hand with his left middle finger and smears it over his left eyelid.
“...thou corrupt.” He dabs the blood from his left hand with his right middle finger again and smears a cross onto his forehead.
“Chaos. I remain, as ever, thy faithful, degenerate son.”*********
Buffy stares at herself in her long mirror. She's wearing her costume, the ankle length black boots with the inch high block heel and the tank top and zipped up leather jacket and the short, black wig. She puts on the second of a pair of earrings and checks to make sure her contacts and make up are perfect. It had taken her hours to get it right. The snow white powder which made her just a shade or two paler then even Angel was over her face, and neck along with her hands. Any flesh that was visible was snow white, like marble and her make up was neutral, a light gold/flesh color eyeshadow which was dabbed on and eyeliner which made her eyes pop. The gold of her contacts made her even more inhuman looking. Looking behind her Buffy clips the choker on while waiting on Willow who is in the bathroom changing.
“Where are you meeting Angel?” Willow asks from the bathroom.
“Here. After trick-or-treating. Mom's gonna be out,” Buffy states, looking over herself once more and dusting invisible dust off of her clothes.
“Does he know about your costume?”
"Nope. I was but then I sort of wigged out and decided, I'd surprise him. If I do say so myself, I make a damn good vampire, this breed at least.” Buffy turns to the bathroom door and purses her lips before placing her hands on her hip. “Okay, Willow, come out. You can't hide in there all night.”
“O-okay, but, but promise you won't laugh?” Buffy chuckles quietly and smiles.
Willow opens the door and comes out wearing boots, a short, black leather skirt and a burgundy, long-sleeved, V-necked, midriff-baring top. She's obviously uncomfortable, and quickly steps over to her ghost sheet and picks it up.
Buffy smiles. “Wow! You're a dish!”
Willow tries to hide herself with the sheet, but Buffy takes it from her and tosses it aside.
“I mean, really. You look better then me,” Buffy said. Willow is very uncomfortable and tries to cover herself with her arms. She blushes softly though, happy with the complement though she didn't think so herself.
“No, you look great, I don't think I would have recognized you if it wasn't for having helped you with you makeup. But this just isn't me,” Willow said.
“And that's the point.” She walks around Willow to show her the mirror. “Look, Halloween is the night that not you *is* you, but not *you*. Y'know?” Buffy looks behind her as the doorbell rings. She smiles and turns back to Willow.
“Oh! That's Xander. Are you ready?”
Buffy nods and smiles brightly. “Cool! I can't wait for the boys to go non-verbal when they see you!” she says before she goes to get the door almost skipping. Buffy comes down the stairs and opens the door for Xander. He enters saluting with his toy rifle in his hand.
“Private Harris reporting for...” He stops as he sees Buffy in her costume. “Buffy! Lady of Buffdom, Vampiress of Buffonia, I am in awe! I completely renounce spandex! Where are you fangs, Deadgirl?” he asked, teasing. Buffy frowned trying to fight off a smile.
“I've told you this breed doesn't have fangs. From the card they are the complete opposite of our vampires, I find I like the eyes, the contacts aren’t exactly comfortable though.”
“I see, and what is your character again?” he asks.
“I'm Alice Cullen, well Mary Alice Brandon originally from Biloxi, Mississippi. I was turned at nineteen in 1920 and have the power of visions. But wait till you see...” Buffy began and then turned as she went to introduce Willow. They turn to look up the stairs at Willow. She had put on the ghost sheet much to Buffy's disappointment and annoyance. It says 'BOO!' on the front in large bold letters, which in Buffy's eyes only means it should be burnt.
“Hey, Will! That's a fine boo you got there. Me and Alice here were just discussing how she's a sparklin' fang-less vampire,” Xander says, smirking down at Buffy who glares and hit him in the head with a bit of her slayer strength. Not enough to hurt him but enough he noticed.
“Watch it Xan or I'll bite you,” Buffy joked and they all laughed and left after Buffy said goodbye to her mother.
A hour latter children were arriving in costume to be taken trick-or-treating. By the stairs in the school Buffy is standing holding a clipboard, waiting for her charges. Snyder brings them to her with a frown on his face.
“This is your group, Summers. No need to speak to them. The last thing they need is your influence. Just bring them back in one piece and I won't expel you.” Snyder starts to leave but stops and turns to inspect the Summers girl's costume. “What in the world are you Summers, were is your costume?” he asks.
“I'm wearing it sir, I'm a vampire,” she answers and smiles. He sighs and shakes his head.
“Never mind, remember, don't interact with them,” he says and goes to leave.
Buffy bends down to the kids and smiles. “Hi.”
Snyder stops and turns, holding up a finger he glares. “Ah, ah!” he says before continuing on.
Buffy straightens back up and rolls her eyes.
“Whatever, come on lets go.” *********
Buffy stood outside the gate to Mrs. Davis' house and waited for her group of kids. They walk back to Buffy's and Buffy crouches down to see what they got.
“And what did Mrs. Davis give you?” she asks. They all pull out toothbrushes and Buffy blinks and looks at her charges in shock and appalled.
“She must be stopped. Let's hit one more house.” She gets up. “We still have a few more minutes before I need to get you back.”
In the the back room at Ethan's shop he weaves a spell in Latin.
“Janus, evoco vestram animam. Exaudi meam causam. Carpe noctem pro consilio vestro. Veni, appare et nobis monstra quod est infinita potestas....”
“…Persona se corpum et sanguium commutandum est. Vestra sancta praesentia concrescet viscera. Janus! Sume noctem!”
Buffy stops and looks around as a wind begins to blow. She senses something isn't quite right but before she can do or say anything she gets lightheaded and then she collapses to her knees in burning pain. She screams once before she collapses face down and slowly opens her eyes, the world so much clearer then before. Unfortunately though, she isn't Buffy Summers. She is Alice Cullen.