This is just some fan fiction I was working on. There is NO conclusion and frankly I could've done a lot better but hey, it's 1:48 in the morning. I am working out the formatting problems.

"Beep, beep, beep, smash!"
Something broke through the glass of Xander's microwave. He stepped back as it landed with a meaty thump on the floor. It was green and white and had three tentacles shooting straight out from a football sized body. A meaty mouth open and closed.
"My breakfast hot dog turned into a monster!" Xander whispered. He looked around. The only thing in reaching distance was the toaster. He yanked the plug out of the wall and heaved the toaster at the thing. It dodged to the right. The toaster clattered and fetched up against a cabinet.
"Keep it down in there!" yelled Xander's dad. Xander tensed. He couldn't have his parents come down here. Who knew what this thing could do? Of course, this raised the question, why was he fighting it?
Before he could answer that, the thing made an end run under a chair and latched itself around Xander's leg with two tentacles. The third one grasped the counter and pulled. Xander went down in a soft thump.
The thing unlatched itself.
Xander flung open the nearest cabinet.
The thing sprang for his head.
Xander brought out a can of bug killer and jammed it forward.
________________________________ "So the bug spray killed it?" Willow asked.
"No, my mom bought the cheap stuff."
"So how did it die?" "It choked to death on the can." Xander smiled.
"Why the grin?" Buffy asked.
"It's rare that I get to slay something lately. It feels good."
Buffy pondered.
"I found what it was." said Giles, rumbling downstairs in a blue and white robe. The gang had collected in his place after Xander phoned Giles, telling them what was going on. Oz and Willow's parents thought they were helping Giles sort books. Buffy had it easy. Her mom knew the whole slayer deal.
Xander coughed and looked up. Giles had the obligatory big dusty tome in his hand.
"So, what was it?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" Giles looked at him over his glasses.
"Gulp. No. Not really."
"Good idea. Let's just say it challenged the slayer of the 1900's, distracting her while a band of cultists escaped. Her watcher described the thing in great detail, which does match, mark for mark, the ... thing currently in my personal effects safe. The cult worshipped one of a select band of demons, known for the desire for power and unwillingness to work with any other demons."
"It fought a slayer? And I killed it?"
"Yes. Yes you did. Good show."
"But why did it attack Xander?" Buffy said, from her position next to Willow on the couch.
"That, I'm not sure of. The slayer back then described it as coming out of a locked wooden box suspended on some rails. It obviously has a means of teleportation."
"Why not transport it straight onto Xander's bed? It'd be more efficent."
"I'd rather not look a gift horse in the mouth." Xander said. He had faced a lot of creepies but this one, in his own kitchen, was still wigging him out.
"Why didn't it go after Buffy, instead?" Xander asked.
"Well, when it was used before, it was a distraction. I believe you were to be the distraction this time around."
"And?"
"While the slayer was off dealing with your death..."
"Something might happen." Willow said. "Somewhere else."
Giles paced.
"What is it the Slayer might need to protect that she would ignore?"
"You." said Willow. "You're her Watcher."
"I'm not exactly defenseless, you know." Giles said, putting his hands behind his back.
"Defenseless." said Buffy. "No, you aren't. You know a lot of things."
"Information Man." Xander said, stroking his chin. "That's it!"
"What's it?" said Willow.
"Research time!"
"Xander, we already know what attacked you."
"No! We've stopped a lot of baddies by going to the school and looking through the old books! Someone's after our badguy stopping database!"
"Of course, all this could be speculation."
"It's two hours before sunrise." Willow said.
"Oh, my."

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Chris sat on the front steps of Sunnydale High. He had gone here three years ago and now, now he was back. Back as a vampire, which had it's good points but god, this place sucked. (Ha!).
Right over there, Flutie had dressed him down way too many times for skipping classes, smoking, smelling like booze and generally being a noncomformist. What a jerk. Flutie would have been fang bait when had been called back a week ago, except Chris had read wild dogs had killed him in the office. He smiled. It served the jerk right.
Still, Chris was a bit wary, being on gaurd duty tonight. Sunnydale was dangerous for the humans, being a big smorgasborg, but the vampires and monster still had their enemies too. There was the Slayer, a hot chick who'd dusted more then a few of Chris' old friends. That Angelus guy was rumored to be good and some talk at Wiley's had revolved around some millitary men who took down a Markalen demon right behind the Sunnydale post office.
That's why Chris was espically wary when the old looking car drove by.
Nope. No one stopped. They just braked going around a curb.
Chris sighed. He was looking for a little snack.
And here she was! Pitter, patter, pitter patter. A hot chick walking down the sidewalk at the end of the school grounds. Wait...naaah. She was just a little thing! She couldn't even take down Jerry and he was a spaz!
Chris made sure his human face was on. "Hey." he said, as the girl got closer.
"Hey." she replied.
"Wait." she stopped. "Didn't I see you somewhere?"
Inside, Chris was smiling. This couldn't have gone better if he planned it!
"Probably. I was here visiting some of my old glories." Chris had been a punk, but he was the fastest punk in three counties and his picture was up near the trophy case.
"Old glories? Oh, that's right. You're the track star from a few years ago!" Chris took pride in the fact he was still recogonized. Of course, his skills were mostly put to the use running down the faster prey so the whole nest can eat. Still...
"I can't believe you're back!" she gushed. "People still talk about that time you outran that private school, leaving everyone in the dust."
Wow! "Really!" Chris stepped closer.
"Well, that's too bad."
"Why is it to bad?" she asked.
"I'd love to show you how fast I can move, but I've got to gaurd this place."
"So you aren't here to revisit old glories?"
"Naaah. The Boss is messing around in the library."
"Why? Sure, it has some creepy books but..."
"Those creepy books are exactly it. Boss said he needed some of the stuff in there."
"Like what?"
"Didn't tell me. Just gave me instructions. For example..."
"Yes...?" She leaned in closer.
"Don't leave any witnesses."
Chris shot his arm out and grabbed her left shoulder. His face streched into feeding face.. "Time to die girl." he snarled. "Sorry. You being a hottie and all."
Something was wrong. She didn't scream. She didn't fight. She didn't even faint.
"Thought so."
He left arm shot up in a blur, slamming into Chris' wrist. He bellowed, letting go. She dropped back and pulled out a stake.
"Say hello to Mr. Pointy." she smiled.
Shit, thought Chris. It's the Slayer!
"Gotta go, babe!" he called, turning and doing the one thing he was best at. Fleeing. He sprinted up half the school steps, slid to the right and scooted under the railing. 3...2...1 DUCK!
The stake whizzed right above his head.
"DAMN!" cried the Slayer. Chris' vamp hearing further picked up quiet beratment.
The front doors of the school were seconds ahead of him. Chris loved that crazy expression above the doors, about all who seeked knowledge being allowed to enter. And apparently someone had.
Chris barrled through the doors and slammed right into a group of people, knocking two of them to the ground. He came face to face with a younger kid, black hair and wide eyes.
"Vamp!" screamed the guy.
"Shit!" said Chris. Does everyone know about vamps?
Chris reached for the kids neck, intenting to snap it. Suddenly he was slapped on the face by fire!
Chris scrambled off the kid and scooted back, scrabbling at the thing on his cheek! Dead flesh burned in a familar pattern. The kid had super-glued a cross to his face!
Through the pain and smoke Chris saw four people gathering around him. The kid himself, a red haired girl, an older guy and a chick hotter then the one outside.
Chris sprung to his feet and tore the cross out. Bits of his face came with it. He flung it hard at the guy, who neatly sidestepped it.
"Grrr." he said. "You're all dead. You're all fangbait."
And they pulled out weapons! The guys brought out stakes and the girls had holy water bottles!
"So you're the people who the Boss doesn't want to know anything."
The older man stepped forward. "Who is this Boss? Tell us and we might let you live."
"Sure. A Watcher letting a vampire live. In a pig's eye."
Chris spun back to the front doors.
And bounced off the first hot chick.
He backhanded her and stepped to the side. That's when he noticed the stake sticking out of his chest.
"Jiminy cricket." he said, and was dusted.

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"I know he had information." Buffy said, picking the stake out of the pile of ashes. "It was an accident! He ran right into it." "Fine." said Giles. "We need to get to the library before they torch it." "We don't know how many there are." said Buffy. "That's why we need to hurry." _________ Buffy ducked away from the library's door and crouch-walked to the end of the library. "I count ten nasties. They're deep into the creepy looking magic stuff." Giles blanched. "Three vamps, six humans and one something or other. It looked human but I could tell it wasn't." "Opening the Hellmouth." "Again?" said Coredilia. "Don't monsters have anything better to do?" "Opening the hellmouth doesn't make sense." Giles said, bringing up a hand. "Why not?" said Cordelia. "Vampires, thingies and the library." "No. The cult that employs the thing Xander killed worships that select group of demons that want nothing to do with the other demons." "A clique." said Buffy. "I knew that was a hell-thing." "Right. Anyways, when the Hellmouth is opened, certain specfic demons, not part of this 'clique' will come through first. Our clique would not prefer it that way at all." "So the cultists found a way for their guy to come through at the head of the line." Cordelia mused. "Or possibly, no line at all." "But." Xander said. "This is the hellmouth and the library is right on top of it. A spell like that must take serious amounts of power. We're dealing with some pretty bad nasties in there." "Very good, Xander. Quite intuitive." "So what are we going to do?" Xander said. "Call the police?" "Not in Sunnydale." said Buffy. "Remember, the mayor, demon, police in on it?" "So do call the police!" said Cordelia. "We just went over this." replied Buffy. "I know that. The Mayor is the big shot kahuna bad guy here. Would he really want someone horning in on his territory?" Giles shook his head. "For all we know, the Mayor could be in the library right now. We're going to have to do something different here." "I got it!" said Xander. "Does anyone here know anyone who goes to this school that rides a skateboard?" "You." said Giles. "Naah. I gave that up some time ago." "Tad Hardwell." said Cordelia. "Grungy ugly thing five locker doors down from me." "Good." said Xander. "Who here has a portable radio?" "Gym. Calsthenics." said Buffy. "Fine. How do you feel about burglary, Buffy?"
_____________ One ripped open locker door and busted office lock later... _____________ Greg looked up. There was a rattle, some combination of music....doppler effect. A large commotion had just passed the library doors. He looked to the boss. "Check it out." Greg cracked his knuckles and pushed open the doors. "Do this. Do that." If the expected results of this night weren't so great he would have been out of this outfit a long time ago. At least they didn't make him wear robes. Black shirts and jeans. Greg had heard of more then one cult becoming undone because the fleeing members got caught up in the robes and were arrested. The sound was coming from the left. Greg followed it, liking the dark and spooky shadows inhabiting the halls. Such potential in a place like Sunnydale. Greg hoped the Big Cheese would leave it like it was. What? A radio set on a skateboard? Greg was momentarily distracted by this oddness and thus, was unaware of the two males until they tackled him to the ground, wrapping him up in a volleyball net. ________________ Willow was nervous, perching on the guy's butt, wrapping his wrists over and over with duct tape. The guy was strong but Xander and Giles kept him down until she shouted "Done!" and slid off. The guy, dressed in black clothes, slid back and wormed into a sitting position against some lockers. "Who the hell are you?" he said in a normal voice. Xander raised a fist. "Quiet voice." he warned. "Fine." the man whispered. "Who are you?" "We ask the questions." Giles said. "Tell us how to stop what's going on in the library." Three things happened in the next two seconds. Buffy rounded the corner and looked at the guy. "Giles!" she said. "That's the Mystery Man!" The man leapt to his feet. Duct tape and netting ripped as he grew three feet in width and unfurled wings of bone. A beat "Got it in one, bitch!" he screamed. He swung one wing, catching Cordelia in the chest. She was flung sideways down the hall, hitting a door and collapsing to the floor. Willow ran for her. "Xander!" Buffy said. "Watch for backup!" Xander circled sideways into the hall as Buffy pushed herself forward. She landed on both hands and performed a flip only a few humans could do. She got distance no human could. Both feet slammed into the thing's chest, causing him to stagger backwards. Buffy landed in a crouch and rabbit-punched her opponent's left knee. Something crached and he lurched to the side. A wing, acting prehinsiley, wrapped itself around Buffy's head and torso. She kicked out but the wing whipped forward and her foot hit empty air. Giles danced back. He couldn't get in close enough, the damnable other wing was blocking most of the hall! "Giles!" Willow yelled, from behind the thing. "Board!" Board! Giles pushed the radio off the skateboard. He turned it towards Willow and gave it a good hard push. It shot right under the wing. Willow picked the board up, flipped it over and smashed over the thing's head. It broke in two. But the monster dropped Buffy and staggered again, now bleeding. Bleeding was good. It facing her wasn't. "Board to Buffy!" Giles cried. Willow swung it back under the wing as it came for her. The splintered ends screeched on the floor. Buffy picked it up. "Not Mr. Pointy." she said. She plunged the sharp end sideways between the lower ribs. Willow turned and fled. Buffy gave the edge an extra kick, burying it up to the wheels. Mystery Man gurgled, bled a lot more and collapsed, dead. Just in time to. "Reinforcements!" screamed Xander. __________________________________ The rest of the bad guys were pouring down the hall. Buffy wrenched the end of the skateboard out of Monster Man. Willow turned, picked up the other half and tossed it to her. She took two long steps into the hall and flung both halves. The whirred into the crowd and two vamps were dusted. Xander himself spun and the radio followed the skateboard halves. It smacked into one of the humans. His feet actually lifted from the floor, then he thumped down and didn't move. Main | Email




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