Ch 17: Eye in the Sky
CH 1 Costume:
Red XIII aka Nanaki from Final Fantasy VII
Xander was a genius.
At least in his present opinion.
The army pants he'd been going to wear were ruined thanks to a drunken father, and there were no more toy guns left anyway.
Then he'd spotted a hawk diving for a mouse outside and had a brilliant flash of insight.
The books had been one of Jesse's favorites. He'd always compared him to Marco, but secretly he'd identified with another one a heck of a lot more. It felt right to do this.
And it would be under two dollars if he did this right.
"Excuse me, sir?"
A man about Giles' age turned around, seeming a bit surprised to have someone actually sneak up on him. Hope he didn't go out at night.
"Do you have any gold contacts, please?"
A dollar seventy five and a promise from Willow to let him borrow her bird plushie and he was good to go.
-What the…? Rachel? Ax?-
Wings flapped as he hopped to his feet. Where was he? He'd been flying over the forrest as Ax ran and then…
He squawked in surprised when a young woman ran up to him and tried to touch him, only to pass right through.
-What the hell!?-
The woman sighed and looked very put out.
"You have no idea, Bird Boy. If you can take to air and watch for a noble woman getting into trouble, herd her where I'm going, I'll explain later. And before you ask eww no! I am NOT a Controller. Besides, incorporeal here."
Too confused to do much else he followed the babbling woman's instructions.
Why did he have a feeling this would be on par with finding Ax?
He was stuck. The spell had changed him for good, something about mixing deistic powers and magical limits and such. All he knew was that now he could only ever be human for two hours at a time.
The rest of that, he had his wings.
It was really odd what happened. He'd have a full human lifetime, Hellmouth willing, in an inhuman body. He had all the memories of the other boy, the powers and the gifts from Toomin. He could change into whatever animal he could touch, but never more than two hours.
And this time there'd be no second chance.
He'd given thought to just changing back to human and letting his time limit run out.
But he couldn't do it. He could help them like this. None of the baddies seemed to realize how Buffy or Giles or Willow knew where the traps were or how they moved.
He was their eye in the sky.
And right now he had a vamp to humble.
Spike was mocking the Slayer, talking about how great the ring was, how it made him invincible.
His diatribe was drowned out by a screech and then his own scream of pain as the hawk brutally removed his finger.
William the Bloody, Scourge of Europe, Spike, Slayer of Slayers promptly turned him into dust as the hawk flew off, a gold ring glittering in its talons.