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This story is No. 1 in the series "Thirty One". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: 31 things Xander never was.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Ficlet CollectionsLadyAvariceFR153218,57728168,9051 Oct 121 Nov 12Yes

CH 16: Burning Bright

CH 15 Costume: Jasper Cullen from Twilight


How was he going to do this?


Hold that thought.

Against the wall was a slightly battered make-up set. Red skin dye (temporary, thank Hostess), a spiky red wig, some loose beads, and some face paint crayons in yellow, black and blue.

Xander grinned so wide it had to hurt.

Now he just needed some contacts and to see if they had some wire with a small light at the end, a tiny fan maybe a scrap of blue filmy stuff from an Arabian costume.

Not quite the two dollars he'd been planning, but dang was this going to be great.

"Oh my goodness, Xander?"

Xander grinned, showing off the fake fangs he'd put on his canine teeth. The effect was rather stunning. He stood in dark red cargo pants and a matching wife beater. His skin had been colored to match the clothes with red and blue markings here and there. Over his right eye was a stylized scar and his hands were tipped with black claw-nails. His hair was spiky, dark red tipped with blue, beads woven in and out. Probably the most astounding thing was the tail he was wearing, tip pointed up and glowing as the fake blue flame fluttered.

"Hi Mrs. S. You like?"

"I don't know what you are, but it's certainly impressive."

She was treated to one of Xander's real smiles before Buffy started making her way down the stairs.

Ok, being stuck as some sort of cat creature kinda sucked at first. Now though, he was really enjoying it. He could change from bipedal to quadrupedal as he wanted. He knew what those words meant now. The speed, the agility…

The magic.

He really needed to see if there was a way for him to talk to his counterpart some day. Instincts said he should. He'd learned they were spot on nearly all the time. Couldn't hurt to try.

Later though.

He grinned a fang-filled grin as Spike started taunting him and Drusilla started cooing about her Kitten.

He was getting sick of the she-vamp and the bleached wonder.

Might be time to end this.

"Ya know, I used to be scared of you. Now, not so much. I mean, yeah, you're a predator. So am I. Supernatural creature, well just a heck of an evolved creature on this end. But ya know what I love, blood-breath?"

"Do tell kitty before we drink you dry and use your hide for my dark princess' new corset."

The beads in his mane started to glow as he concentrated and let loose a deafening roar, sending a series of small comets crashing into the vampires. They didn't have time to do more than flinch before they were dust.

"This kitty is smokin' hot!"

Giles would want to know his vamp count for the patrol. Turning he started trotting back towards the library, the flame on his tail glowing merrily in the night.
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