Chapter 1: Vampire
Disclaimer: All characters belong to respected authors or creators. Stephanie Meyer and Joss Whedo
Chapter 1: Vampire
October 30th 1997:
Buffy holds a plastic pumpkin thinking of how her Halloween was ruined when it suddenly lights up and screams. She quickly puts it back on the counter and sighs. It was all Snyder's fault, the stupid little troll. She had planed to stay in on Halloween, pig out on junk food and watch a marathon of scary movies starting with Halloween and ending in Nightmare on Elm Street. Willow comes over to her as she looks around at the racks of costumes. Super hero's and modern cats, fairies and princess are the norm.
“What'd you get?” she asks looking at her redheaded friend.
“A time-honored classic!” Willow holds up a ghost costume and Buffy raises a eyebrow and shakes her head before shrugging casually. Sometimes she worried about her friend. She was beautiful but her fashion sense was horrible. It was almost like watching a tragedy occur and the only thing that usually stopped Buffy was the fact her own fashion since had suffered sense her Hemery days and that she didn't want to hurt Willow's feelings. But enough was enough.
“Okay, Will, can I give you a little friendly advice?”
“It's not spooky enough?” Willow asks, looking at the blonde with large green eyes.
“It's just... you're never gonna get noticed if you keep hiding. You're missing the whole point of Halloween. The point of dressing up,” she replied, looking at the girl with a soft gentle expression.
Willow smiles and asks sheepishly. “Free candy?”
“It's come as you aren't night. The perfect chance for a girl to get sexy and wild with no repercussions.”
“Oh, I don't get wild. Wild on me equals spaz.” Buffy sighs and shakes her head.
“Don't underestimate yourself. You've got it in you, everyone does,” she says and turns as she catches Xander from the corner of her eye.
“Hey, Xander!” Willow greets. He comes up to them a bag in hand.
“What'd you get?” she asks. He pulls a toy military rifle out of his bag and holds it up for Willow
to see and Buffy looks at him in surprise and almost like he is crazy.
“That's not a costume,” Buffy states, blandly.
Xander gives Buffy a look, then turns to Willow. “I got fatigues from an Army surplus at home. Call me the Two-Dollar Costume King, baby!” He smiles at Willow. She smiles back and Buffy looks down hurt before looking up at Xander with a regretful look on her face.
Hey, look, Xander... “ he points the rifle at her. “I'm... really sorry about this morning,” she says, looking at the toy gun and then him.
“Do you mind, Buffy? I'm trying to repress.”
Buffy nods and fights down the hurt that she feels at Xanders slight snub. “Okay, then I promise, from now on I'll let you get pummeled,” she finally says and puts her chin on his shoulder and pouts up at him. Xander rolls his eyes and nods.
“Thank you.” Buffy smiles. “Okay, y'know, actually I think I could've t...” It happened all at once as she caught the sight of the Costume. Buffy is distracted by a costume and she slowly starts walking over to it.
“Hello! That was our touching reconciliation moment there.” Xander frowns and Willow and he follow behind their Slayer friend. She keeps walking over to a frilly, red, billowy 18th-century gown.
“I'm sorry, it's just... Look at this.”
“It's amazing,” Willow says, smiling as Buffy runs a hand over it. Xander shakes his head.
“Too bulky. I prefer my women in spandex,” he says. Buffy smiles and turns back to her friends. She looks back over her shoulder and sighs. The dress was beautiful, but also sort of frumpy, the bows were a bit much. It really looked like a costume and lacked the authentic eighteenth century look.
“So are you gonna get it?” Willow asked, looking at Buffy with confusion. Buffy shrugged.
“I don't know, it's gorgeous but is it really me? I just don't know, what if it brings up bad memories for Angel?” Buffy asked and ran a hand through her hair. Xander coughed and pointed behind her.
“I don't think you have to worry Buff, because Harm just snatched the dress,” he said bluntly and perhaps to happily. Buffy gasped and spun around to see Harmony had taken the dress down and was now smirking at her as she walked slowly to the counter.
“Snoozes can't soar losers.” She laughed and Buffy glared hatefully at the blonde tart. Shaking her head she turned back to her friends before looking looking to her right.
“Why don't you go as Supergirl Buff, you got the hair for it,” Xander suggested as she looked at the costume a few rolls over. It was alone and much like the noble woman dress stood on a mannequin. It was not really a custom in her mind, the only thing that led her to believe it was indeed a costume was the short inky black wig, which seemed to spike back and around the mannequin head and a pair of contacts. The rest of the costume was a green tank top, a pair of skinny black jeans and a waist length leather jacket in black.
“Buff?” Willow asked, noticing her friends zoned look. Walking closer Buffy looked at the tag and noticed a character card attached. She only read the name before someone came up beside her that wasn't Willow or Xander; Alice Cullen.
“Ah, I see you've found something you like?” a distinctly British voice says. She looked to her left and sees the older man, around Giles age smiling at her. She blinks and shrugs.
“It's unique, but what is it?” Buffy asks. Ethan smiles and looks at the costume, the vampire slayer as a vampire, oh what chaos that would cause.
“Didn't you read the card? Alice Cullen is a fictional character from a book series not yet released. I have a friend in Arizona who knows the author and he got me the costume. Unfortunately this was the only one he was able to get, he had the choker made and the contacts as well. I ordered the wig myself. The card has everything you'd need to know about her,” he said. Buffy looked back at the character card to see a drawing of what the character would look like, approximately anyways. Amazingly they did share some characteristics it was though the fact it said she was a century year old vampire that through her.
“She's a vampire?” she asked.
“Yes, but this breed is quite different from myth. It does not say so on the card but in this book the vampires are almost indestructible and the myths are just that. They do not eat or sleep and are inhumanly beautiful. They do not have fangs and sparkle in the sun like a diamond. I assume they keep their souls unlike myth vampires because this one is a vegetarian...” he said, placing air quotes over the word vegetarian. “She and her family feed on animals unlike others who feed on humans. A good vampire so to say.”
Buffy nodded and chuckled inwardly at the idea of sparkling vampires. But it was a good costume, sexy enough and it came with a wig, boots, a whole outfit, choker, contacts the color of amber, or liquid gold it seemed and some sort of make up, to make her pale she assumed. Not only would she be in costume but she'd be able to move and fight if need be, and maybe Angel would like it. It wasn't the normal vampire, sure but it might make him look at her like a mature young lady instead of a school girl. Then again it might make him nervous and or disappointed. She shook those thoughts, she really did like this costume, looking at the price she gulped. Sixty dollars.
“It's wonderful, but I only have thirty dollars,” Buffy said. Ethan smiled and chuckled taking the outfit off the rack, so to say.
“Nonsense, I feel it's my duty to help everyone along. I can give you this for Twenty-five and even throw in some extra concealing powder to make sure you can get pale enough. Come along, I take it you three are all ready to check out?” Ethan asked and Buffy smiled and nodded.
“Yeah,” Xander said, sighing mentally. He had been hoping Buffy would give up on impressing Deadboy when Harmony took the dress but now she was going as a vampire, sure to make Deadboy jump. Buffy didn't care, she was just looking forward to the next day. She didn't know just how much her life was about to change.