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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 26: Kitten to Cat

CH 25 Costume: Apollo from Greek Mythology

God this sucked!

Snyder was an evil littler bastard. Not only were they forced to help with the trick-or-treat on their one night off, but they had to follow a theme. And the theme was musicals!

At least he had an idea. He didn't want to think about what the girls may have shoved him into. A spin by the new costume shop (Party Town was way over priced) and he had the face paint and other items he'd needed. It was under $10 so he could live with it.

Now, where was that black shirt Buffy had gotten him?


"Hi Mrs. S."

The elder Summers woman stepped back to allow the teen in, taking in the sight of shiny black pants and shirt, white fluffy fur poking out where the buttons opened around his neck, the black attached tail and the face paint.

"So this is what you chose for the theme Buffy was complaining about earlier?"

He couldn't help but shrug and look embarrassed.

"Wills loved it when we were younger and honestly, it wasn't as bad as I pretended it was."

She smiled, it was a good way to pull it off.

"Just a moment. There's an element missing."

Hurrying out of the room she came back with a small spray canister and a brush. Xander looked it over before giving a shrug and a smile.

"If you say the outfit needs it, who am I to argue?"

He looked in the mirror afterwards and had to admit, it really did pull the whole costume together. And he'd never admit to anyone he'd willing stood still for sparkle application!

"Hey Mom, is Xander here?" Buffy, dressed as the traditional Valkyrie from opera, paused on the stairs to look at the man in costume at the bottom talking to her mother.


"Buffy? What's … oh."

Willow, in her own costume that looked to come from the same place as Xander's stopped just short of running in to her.

The teen in question grinned and waved to them.

Both girls made a note to make him dress in fitting clothes in the future.

Drucilla spun in place, laughing as the stars sang to her.

"What they saying pet?"

"Dark Kitten is Kitten no longer, now the Cat, a marvelous, marvelous Cat. Chaos will snap and shift and change the body, souls from stories dance about tonight. The Slayer will go bye-bye but we mustn't try to touch her, for the Rider that lives in her place. The Willow tree will bend and snap back. My Dark Kitten will be Kitten no more, but the cleverest conjuring Cat!"

Spike watched as she danced and made a note to lie low for a good long time.

She only ever smiled this much when the lines of Fate blew up in their faces.

~*~*~Years Later~*~*~

Xander had recognized her for what she was the moment he saw her. He wasn't insane though, rather far from it now. It was just his nature to know magics and understand them.

The migraine he'd had the first full week after that Halloween had been proof of that!

It had taken a little bit to get used to his new form and its limits. That was to say, what limits? He could do practically anything he wanted now. Not that he would, but the ability was there, the power.

But the change had also given him the clarity to see that he'd never be the kind of person to use power simply to show he had it. It wasn't his Nature.

But when called upon to protect those that were his, by right or choice, well that was another story all together then, wasn't it?

Grinning a little fanged grin he slunk into the shadows, pretty as you please.

"Where is my Key!?"

Glory was in a fuming rage, tossing the minion into the wall, not caring if it killed him. If they couldn't do their job properly then they shouldn't expect to live. End of story.

A bit of movement caught her attention. A little black cat trotted between shadows.

Hmm, kind of pretty with how much is sparkled, but it was hardly worth her attention.

After all, the cat was only hunting for mice.

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