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SuperSlayerVille: Season Two 4/11 
9th-Feb-2010 08:58 pm
SuperSlayerVille Season One
Title: SuperSlayerVille: Season Two
Sequel to: SuperSlayerVille: InterSeason
Pairings: Chloe/Angel(us), some Dean/Cordelia, slight Buffy/Giles, Chloe/Spike, Chloe/Sam
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy/Supernatural
Overall Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own the series mentioned
Summary: Chloe is back in Sunnydale, and so are the baddies...especially the remaining members of Angelus' family, Dru and Spike...with whom Chloe has a connection she doesn't even know of. Living on a Hellmouth isn't easy.
Written for my Paranormal25 150: Prompt Table. #146: Hellmouth.

The vampire watched, hidden, in Pop's Pumpkin Patch, camera panning down form the sign over the stand past another one counting off the days until Halloween to a pumpkin on the ground aglow with a candle. The Slayer landed flat on her back on top of it, looking up at the vampire that had just thrown her, seeing him coming towards her. She grabbed a squash lying on the ground behind her and threw it at him, hitting him in the forehead. She then followed it up with a pumpkin, the vampire staggering back a few steps as she hopped back to her feet and pulled a stake out her her shirt as she launched it at him. The vampire grabbed the scarecrow and pulled it over in front of him so that the stake impaled it instead. He then shoved it aside and came at her with a roundhouse kick as they started fighting hand to hand.

'Record' light on, the vampire hidden in the foliage scanned the dark pumpkin patch, looking for the next target, in time to see the other blonde girl running through the pumpkins, two vampires behind her, chasing her and laughing. She'd lost her stake sometime before, and was now on the run, outnumbered. The blonde breathed in deeply as she ran, just a couple of steps in front of her pursuers, before throwing herself down on the ground at something and rolling onto her back, stake up in time for the closest vampire to throw itself at her and land on her stake, dusting himself. She was on her feet by the time the other one reached her, and grinned at the female vampire who snarled at her and attacked. The blonde huntress twirled on her heel, slamming her elbow harshly into the vampire's face, as if not prepared to use the stake as yet.

The 'battery low' indicator began flashing and a moment later the view became snowy.

The vampire filming took the camcorder away from his eyes, jostling it, and it started it again, zooming out since now that the two girls were closer together he could get a good view of both of them fighting.

The fight went on, and a few hits later the first vampire knocked the Slayer into a hay wagon. She held onto the side of the wagon and kicked the vampire to the ground before turning around with her back to the wagon and grabbing the railing as the vampire got back up. She raised her legs and grabbed the vampires head in a scissor hold, twisting her body and flipping him over sideways onto the ground.

The huntress dodged all of the female vampire's attacks, landing all of her own and driving the heel of her palm up the vampires chin violently, causing the vampire to scream as she bit her own tongue off, mouth filling with her own blood. The blonde kicked straight up, knocking the vampire down easily, falling down upon her, bringing her fist down harshly against her face as the vampire struggled beneath her, clawing at her skin with her fingernails.

The Slayer stepped away from the wagon, spying the sign that counted down the days to halloween, and then looked down at the vampire. He tried to grab for her legs, so she jumped over him and somersaulted to the sign, pulling it out of the ground and swinging it at his legs as he came for her, knocking them out from under him. She raised the sign and jammed the end of the signpost into his chest, the vampire bursting into ashes.

The huntress lost the struggle and found herself now beneath the furious vampire, who was trying to strangle her. The huntress sneered and brought up her leg and somehow managed to kick the back of the vampire's head, the blow disorienting the vampire so that the huntress could kick her off and take control of the situation once more, kneeling on her opponent's back with both knees, hooking the head with one arm and the legs with the other. The blonde then rolled back so that the vampire was suspended on her knees above her, facing up. The huntress them pulled down with both arms while pushing up with the knees to bend her enemy's back.

The vampire screamed in agony.

The Slayer appeared in front of her and drove the signpost through her heart, causing the vampire to scream and explode into dust.

The blonde beneath coughed, sitting up.

"You know, you're enjoying this too much." The Slayer smirked at her friend, sticking the sign into the ground in its new location before offering her hand to her friend. "You're supposed to stake them, not torture them."

"I've found a healthy outlet for my anger." The huntress replied, accepting the hand and standing up, brushing herself off. "It's either take it out on her or my dad."

The Slayer frowned. "He's still not too hot with the idea of you and Angel, huh?"

The huntress nodded. "I mean, he's not really hot with me and anyone, vampire or not. After realizing that human boys were going to sacrifice me to reptile boy, well, he's decided that all males save him and Giles are dangerous to my living to my seventeenth birthday."

The Slayer shook her head. "I'm glad I'm not in your shoes."

The huntress sighed as they walked out of the pumpkin patch.

The vampire, hidden, lowered the camcorder and slowly backed away as he watched them go.


The next day at school, sign-ups were being taken for the volunteer safety program for Halloween.

Principal Snyder took one of the clipboards and looked around the hall before grabbing the next girl that walked by, pulling her aside.

"Hey!" She exclaimed.

"You're volunteering." He informed her curtly, holding out the clipboard and pen to her as Chloe, Buffy, Dean and Sam walk by.

"Snyder must be in charge of the volunteer safety program for Halloween this year." Sam announced.

"Note his interesting take on the volunteer concept." Dean snarked.

"What's the deal?" Buffy wanted to know as they reached Chloe's locker, and the blonde worked the combination.

"Oh, a bunch of little kids need people to take them trick-or-treating." Sam explained, taking Chloe's books from her and adding them to his pile, since they were heading to the same class anyway. "Sign up and you get your own pack of sugar-hyper little runts for the night."

"Yikes." Buffy made a face. "I'll stick to vampires." Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she spun around and came face to face with Snyder.

"Miss Summers." He sneered. "Just the juvenile delinquent I've been looking for."

"Principal Snyder!" She exclaimed.

"Halloween must be a big night for you. Tossing eggs, keying cars, bobbing for apples, one pathetic cry for help after another." He decided as he led her to the sign-up table. "Well, not this year, missy."

Sam and Dean followed her over.

Chloe, on a hunch, stuck behind, by her locker.

"Gosh, I'd love to sign up, but I recently developed carpal tunnel syndrome," Buffy looked up at Snyder. "And can tragically no longer hold a flashlight."

Snyder held up the clipboard and pen. "The program starts at four, the children have to be back at six."

Buffy reluctantly grabbed the pen and clipboard and signed herself up.

Dean obviously thought this was hilarious and smiled at Sam, but it didn't last long when, as soon as Buffy finished signing, Snyder grabbed the clipboard and handed it to Dean.

Chloe, giggling, turned her back on them and hurried away to class before Snyder could finish forcing Sam to sign up and look around for her.

"I can't believe this." Dean complained later after class. "We have to get dressed up and the whole deal?"

"Snyder said that costumes were mandatory." Sam sighed.

"Great." Buffy groaned. "I was gonna stay home and veg. The one night a year things are supposed to be quiet for me."

"Halloween quiet?" Dean turned to her, surprised. "I would have thought that it's be a big old vamp scare-apalooza."

"Not according to Giles." Buffy shook her head. "He swears that tomorrow night is like, dead for the undead. They stay in."

"You know, it's not fair that we have to do this and you don't." Sam announced, turning to Chloe.

"That's true! If I have to dress up then you have to too! Best friends Rule # 9!" Buffy declared.

"Well, I am dressing up." She smiled sheepishly at them. "There's this party going on at the Bronze and you have to be in costume to get it. Best costumes win too. It's couples thing, and I was thinking we could go."

"I hadn't heard about this." Dean frowned.

"Well, Cordelia told me about it. She's going with her newest fling." Chloe shrugged. "When are you and her going to get together, anyway?"

"Me and the bitch?" Dean snorted. "As if I'd want to."

Everyone shared looks.

"Well, I was thinking that Dean and Buffy could go together, and Sam and Amy could go." Chloe sent a sly look at Sam, trying to revive the matchmaking attempt she'd tried on her return from Smallville. "The six of us could have a lot of fun together."

And she still firmly believed that hours later as they congregated inside of Ethan's Costume Shop, a new place that'd recently opened up and was filled with customers.

"So you're sure that's your size?" Chloe wanted to know, talking to Angel on the phone. While they had yet to have the 'Spike' conversation, things between them had patched up quite nicely thanks to the chains Angel had somehow managed to install in his apartment without his landlord finding out.

"Is it not manly to admit that I'm terrified at the thought of the type of costume you might get me?" Angel asked.

"Don't worry, I won't make you look bad. You'll be going with me so if only to make myself look good I'll make sure you look as hot as ever."

He chuckled. "Why can't I just go as--oh, I don't know---a vampire?"

"Because you can't." Chloe pouted, looking through some of the males costumes. "Halloween is come as you aren't night."

He sighed. "Okay. But just don't get me something like a wolfman costume."

Chloe jerked away from the furry costume she'd been fingering. "I wouldn't dream of it!"

"What are you going as?" He asked, curiosity thick in his voice.

"Nope, not telling you." She grinned, looking over another costume. "How do you feel about pirates?"

"Depends." Angel mused. "Is there an eyepatch---plastic bird---or wooden leg involved?"

Chloe looked over the costume. "Not that I can find."

"Then I wouldn't be a hundred per cent against it." He decided.

She smirked. "I think you'd look hot. There's even a little sword here."

"I have a real sword."

"You're going to take your real sword to the Bronze?" She questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Why not?" He sounded genuinely curious.

"Nothing, no reason." She replied quickly. "So pirate it is then. I'll drop it off to your apartment and then go get ready at mine and we'll meet outside of Buffy's so we can all go together in her mom's minivan."

"Don't worry, I won't forget."

"I know, I know." She smiled, seeing Buffy. "I got to go, Buff's coming."

"Okay then. Take care of yourself."

"Never." She smiled tenderly. "Love you."

"Love you too." And with that he hung up.

Chloe sighed happily before putting away her phone and picking up the pirate suit in his size in time for Buffy to arrive. "So, what'd you get?"

"I haven't decided on anything yet." Buffy admitted, seeming nervous. "I talked to Giles and he says that as an upstanding citizen he's been asked to chaperone the party, so he's going to be there, so my costume has to be out of this world."

Dean appeared, a toy military rifle in his hands, as well as a pair of army fatigues. "This store rocks. And the prices are incredibly affordable. I thought---dad doesn't exactly leave us much spending money, but with these prices we can afford our costumes."

Chloe looked up at the mention of John Winchester, once more reminded at how she'd let that research slip away due to the chaos in her life.

She really needed to check up and see what her searches had come up with!

"Where's Sam?" Buffy asked.

"He's with Amy." Dean announced, turning to Chloe. "She seems really into him."

"She does, doesn't she?" Chloe smiled. "And they'd make such a cute couple. And they both have magic in common, I mean Sam's studies Magic Theory with her sometimes, right? I think they're perfect for each other."

Dean and Buffy exchanged a look.

Chloe frowned. "What?"

Dean opened his mouth.

"I think we found our costumes." Sam announced, appearing with Amy at his side, grinning brightly. He held up a Harry Potter costume, with wand and everything, and she was holding up a female sailor outfit.

Buffy suddenly seemed to spot something, becoming distracted immediately as she started to slowly walk towards it.

Chloe followed the slayer and they walked over to a frilly, red, billow 18th-century gown.

"Wow." Buffy whispered. "It's amazing. If Giles saw me in this he wouldn't be able to see me as a little teenaged girl. He's always talking about how women should dress like this still, that these clothes made a woman so beautiful."

Chloe noticed Ethan, the manager, watching them intently.

"I need to get this costume." Buffy announced. "Rupert Giles would just die if he saw me in it."

Chloe smiled.

"What about your costume?" Buffy asked.

"I already bought it earlier." Chloe admitted. "But don't ask me what it is. I'm not telling until you all see me."

Buffy grinned. "This sounds interesting." Her smile disappeared though, when she saw the price of her costume. "I can't afford this."

"Nonsense." They turned to see Ethan standing behind them. "This is Halloween, and your friend has brought me many costumers." He smiled at Chloe. "So I will give you a discount for this."

"Really?" Buffy asked, smiling brightly at him.

He smiled back. "Every girl deserves to feel like a princess."


In his warehouse, Spike watched the video that the vampire had taken of Buffy and Chloe's fight. He sat in complete darkness, watching over and over each bit of the fight, surprised that the little 'hell' Dru kept moaning about could fight. Not only could she fight (which made his capturing her so easily such a surprise) but she was bloody brutal, vicious, and..well... bloody.

He loved it.

She could have staked that last vampire a hundred times over, and yet she'd preferred going for the punches, the kicks, stretching her body, making the vampire bite her own tongue off for fucks sake. If the Slayer hadn't come and staked the vampire, Spike wondered what else Chloe would have put her through.

She'd make a helluva vampire.

He rewound once more, remembering that he was here to study the Slayer and her moves, and he had to admit that while she lacked the sheer bloody viciousness that made Chloe's fighting so fascinating, she was quick and resourceful and smart, thinking quickly on her feet and the decisions she made always ended up in a kill for her and one less minion for him.

"Here it comes." He watched. "Rewind that. Let's see that again."

The vampire rewound the tape as Spike strolled around to another monitor, chuckling. "She's tricky." The scene where the Slayer staked the vampire with the sign replayed. "You see that? The way she stakes him with that thing? Thats what's called resourceful." He then watched once more as Chloe performed the bow and arrow hold on the vampire. "And look at her face." He leaned closer to the monitor. "She's enjoying it." He stood up straight. "Rewind everything again."

Drusilla came in from the other room. "Miss Edith needs her tea."

"C'mere poodle." He held out his hand to her, not taking his eyes off of the screen as the video replayed.

"Do you love my insides?" Drusilla wanted to know as she took his hand. "The parts you can't see?"

"Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet." He promised, still not managing to look at her. "That's why I've got to study this Slayer. Once I know her I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell. Get strong again."

"Ah! Hell!" Drusilla cooed, noticing Chloe for the first time, hugging herself. "I miss the warmth, Spikey. It's so cold being so far away."

Spike gave her an intrigued look, as he always did when she talked about this bird. "Why do you call her 'hell', baby? What's so special about her that even Angelus seems to be enthralled with her?"

But the image of the Slayer came on the screen and Dru hissed. "Icky yucky Slayer!" Nose made up, she turned to Spike. "Don't worry. Everything's switching. Outside to inside." She breathed at his neck. "It makes the icky Slayer weak."

"Really?" Spike's full attention was on her now. "Did my pet have a vision?"

"Do you know what I miss?" Drusilla suddenly asked, threatening to enter one of her less lucid moments. "Leeches."

"Come on, talk to Daddy." Spike cajoled, fighting a moment's irritation. "This thing that makes the Slayer weak? When is it?"

"Tomorrow." Drusilla giggled, looking up at the ceiling and seeing things Spike knew he could never even begin to imagine.

"Tomorrow's Halloween." Spike frowned, confused. "Nothing happens on Halloween."

She smiled, reaching up for something invisible. "Someone's come to change it all. Someone new."

Spike blinked, wondering what the bloody hell was going to happen.


Looking at herself in the long mirror, Chloe admired herself and snickered at the thought of everyone's reaction when they saw her tonight.

She doubted that any of them would have figured out her costume.

The blonde wouldn't have been comfortable in her sexuality to have pulled this off before coming to Smallville and meeting Angel, but now she was a changed woman, feeling herself changing more and more every day, and she couldn't help but smirk as she admitted, mentally, that she looked pretty hot. Her body was enclosed in a skin-tight black leather catsuit that outline her every curve, she wore black stiletto boots, black gloves, a blood red ruby necklace and her hair was up in a complicated hairstyle that'd taken her forever to master. Essentially her hair was platted in different places and they all twisted and combined with her naturally straight hair up, held in its place by two dangerous mini-dagger-looking things that she decided to call chopsticks for lack of a better word.

Chloe grinned at her reflection, a hint of fangs showing.

They were so never going to guess that she was going as a vampire, and she couldn't wait to see their reactions...especially Angel's.

Hearing her phone ring, Chloe raced towards it and smiled when she saw the Caller ID. "Clark!"

"How's my favorite enigma?" Clark asked on the other side.

"How's my favorite alien?" She countered.

"I prefer the term Intergalactic Traveller." He replied before they both burst out laughing. "Happy Halloween, by the way! How's things over there?"

"Fine thanks. Sorry that I haven't been calling as much as I used to, but there's been one thing after the other." She sighed as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. "And my dad now knows what I do at night so..."

"What? Really? How did that happen?" Clark wanted to know.

"Vampires attacked my school during the Parent-Teacher conference they were having and it was hard to not make him find out when I was slaying them." She sighed. "He's not too happy with me or my choices, and let's just say that Angel isn't exactly the son-in-law he envisioned himself having."

"I can see how that might bother him." Clark admitted. "But if you love Angel and he loves you, then that should be all that matters, right?"

"That's what I said." She told him. "But he wanted me to get a normal human guy, he wondered why I didn't end up with you."

There was silence before Clark bursted out with laughter. "If only he knew!"

"I know." She deadpanned, rolling her eyes. "But then normal human guys tried to sacrifice me, and now dad kinda feels I should take a vow as a nun or something." She looked at herself in the mirror. "The poor, poor delusional man."

Clark sniggered. "Yeah. I don't think they accept incestuous necrophiliacs anyway."

"Clark!" Chloe cried out, laughing, remembering their talk in Smallville when they'd discovered each other's secrets. "Anyway, he---he wants to go out on patrol with me one night to see what I do, to be a part of this whole other side of me."

"That's...kinda nice."

"Its kinda nerve-wracking. Dad can't handle the toaster, much less vampires." She sighed. "I'll be so busy worrying about him that I'll end up getting us all killed."

"There is always that." Clark agreed.

"So, enough about me. How's life in Sunnydale? And how's Pete?"

"His parents are on the warpath. I think Judge Ross is going to divorce Mr. Ross, and Pete isn't handling it too well at all. I mean, he pretends he's handling it well, but he isn't."

"Oh Clark, I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm such a bad friend." Chloe gasped.

"That's okay Chloe, Pete, he knows." Clark sighed. "He found out about me, and I told him about you, I'm sorry if you're angry at me but..."

"Wait. Whoa. He knows that you're and alien and about me and the Master and?"

"No! I haven't told anyone anything about what you told me about the Master. You told that to just me, and I respect your need to keep that a secret." Clark was quick to explain. "But I told him the part where you fight vampires." He paused. "He feels cheated on the whole powers thing."

Chloe smiled. "He would."

"So, you're not angry for me telling him, right?" Clark asked carefully.

"No, I should have told him a long time ago." Chloe responded. "You two are very important for me, and I know I don't show it most of the time, but I really mean it."

"We know it, Chlo." Clark was smiling, it was obvious in his voice. "And you're extremely important to us too. Don't ever forget that in your whole save the world gig. Okay?"

"Okay. You neither."


There was a knock on the door and it opened enough for her father to peek his head in. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." She smiled. "Clark, gotta go, my dad's here."

"Okay. Have a good time."

"You too." Chloe smiled, hanging up the phone and turning to her dad. "Hey."

He looked her up and down with fatherly worry. "Honey, don't you think that's a little...are those fangs?"

"Plastic." She quickly reassured him, taking them off so he could see. "I decided to surprise my friends and go as a vampire."

"Did Angel have a say in this?" Gabe asked slowly.

"No, actually, he has no idea what I'm going as." Chloe responded, going to look out of the window at the darkness outside. "Dad, you know, you have to try and come to terms with this. I know it's not ideal, but it's who I am."

He sighed, coming up behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'm trying, Chloe. God knows I am. It's just that I lost your mother, and it scares the living daylights out of me to think that every day I could lose you too. You're the person I love most in this world and..."

She turned around and hugged him tightly. "I love you too, dad, and I understand. But you're going to have to let me grow up and make my own choices, okay? This is destiny. You can't fight destiny."

"That's what Jenny says." Gabe sighed, hugging her tightly. "But why can't you, I don't know, be with someone somewhat normal? Like Sam?"

Ever since her father had found out, Sam, Jenny and Chloe had been having their magical training at Chloe's house, and even though they really hadn't gotten off the 'theory' of magic and hadn't done any real spells, they were getting stronger---the fact that Chloe had been able to keep the leeching magic of the Machida summoning spell from leaking into her was just testimony of that. Thanks to moving the location of their studies, they didn't have to worry about being caught, and also Gabe had gotten to know Sam better, and Chloe knew he liked Sam a lot.

"Dad, Sam and I are just friends." She pulled away from him and looked up into his face. "I'm in love with Angel, and Sam likes Amy."

Gabe sighed. "He's---he's older than me."

It was funny how it wasn't Angel's diet that bothered her father so much as his age.

"Dad. He's still a baby in vampire terms. He's not even three hundred." Chloe could see that that wasn't a winning argument, but it was all she had. "And he's always put my life above his own. I can't tell you how many times he's risked his life just to make sure that I am okay."

Gabe sighed. "Yes, well, he was bound to have some redeeming qualities I suppose."

Chloe smiled. "You'll find more in time, I'm sure of it." Reaching up on her tiptoes she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I have to go now. The others should have finished their duties and be heading to Buffy's."

"Be careful." He called after her.

"It's Halloween." She called as she left. "Nothing happens on Halloween."

Chloe took to the streets, grinning at the whistles she got as she went.

This was so fun.

Janus, evoco vestram animan, Exausi meam causam. Carpe noctem pro consilio vestro, Veni, appare et nobis monstra quod est infinita potestas. Janus, I invoke your spirit. Hear my plea. Seize the night for your own reason. Come, appear and show to us that which in infinite power.

Chloe's world shook along with the Hellmouth as that distorted whisper came to her on the winds from every direction, the latin words translating into her mind into English as that voice spoke.

Her eyes narrowed as she saw a woman dressed in a ghost costume pass by her with a couple of kids, going towards one of the houses, completely unaffected by the shaking or the voice.

Which mean that Chloe was the only one who could hear or feel anything.

Which meant this was a Hellmouth thing.

Which meant things were about to get ugly fast.

One of the kids wearing a green monster mask on his head rang the doorbell and stepped back, an elder lady answering the door as the kid pulled the mask down over his face.

"Trick or treat!" The kids called out.

"Oh, my goodness, aren't you adorable!" the elderly lady cooed.

Persona se corpum et sanguium commutandum est. Vestra sancta praesentia concrescet viscera. Janus! Sume noctem! The mask transforms itself into flesh and blood. your holy presence curdles the heart. Janus! Take the night!

A wind began to blow around them, an unnatural wind.

The old woman looked at her empty candy bucket. "Oh dear! Am I all out?"

Show time.

Chloe brought her hand to her head, feeling her whole body shake, a sharp pain in her throat, like when Angel's fangs would first pierce her neck.

There were screams and roars all around her that suddenly didn't sound so playful and good-natured, but Chloe didn't notice it, collapsing to her knees onto the pavement, blacking out. And when she awoke, chaos and madness reigned in the street.

The blonde slowly got up and sniffed the air, smelling the delicious scent of fear saturating the neighborhood as monsters and creatures fought each other and attacked the lowly humans.

Chloe couldn't really remember much of anything, like how she'd gotten there or where exactly there was, but she was glad she hadn't missed it.

Feeling something come up behind her she turned in time to see a rodent-like demon come at her, chattering its teeth at her menacingly.

"Oh, how cute." She giggled, not at all scared. "But this is how you do it." And with that her face shifted into that of her demon and she attacked.


Cordelia looked all around her, unable to believe what was going on.

She--she couldn't believe it.

But people seemed to have turned into their costumes.

Then again, it wasn't everyone who'd turned into their costumes, only certain people, and of that Cordelia was glad, because she would have turned into a giant cat. And not even she would be able to pull that one off stylishly.

So lost in her thoughts, Cordelia didn't notice the creature creeping up on her until there was the sound of gunfire, and a scream of pain echoed from behind her.

She twirled in time to see a big Sasquatch fall to the ground, having been shot in the knee and hitting his head as he fell, going unconscious. Behind him...behind him was Dean...looking amazing in fatigues, shouldering an M16. "Dean?" She asked, taking a tentative step towards him, wondering if he was normal or if...

"You know me?" He asked her, surprised.

"Great." She complained. "You've been whammied too." She looked at his getup and gun. "At least it was into something useful."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked her, eyes narrowed, harsh. "What the hell is going on around here? Last thing I remember I was stationed in Irag and then bam, here I am."

"Okay, definitely a spell if it's given you fake memories." Cordelia decided before glaring at him. "I hate you Dean Winchester. Before you came into my life it was normal and now I'm considering the whole place getting cursed as normal and finding theories! This isn't my life!"

He looked at her oddly. "Look lady, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure, play the Amnesiac G.I. Joe card." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Listen to me, you're not a soldier. You dressed up as a solider for Halloween, and Sunnydale must have gotten whammied somehow---and my awesomeness saved me from it---because all around us people just started turning into their costumes. Which means that most of these monsters are probably people. Humans. So put away your gun, Magnum."

"You expect me to believe this?" He looked at her as if she was insane.

"Do you think I go around dressed as a sexy cat every day?" She motioned to her getup. "No. Look at all the victims running around with creatures chasing them. There's a Mad Hatter, there's a centaur, there's a fairy. A six foot, two hundred pound fairy." She turned to Dean, eyes narrowed. "Any of this getting through to you, Jarhead?"

Dean frowned, really taking a good look at the chaos going on around him. "As insane as this sounds...it might be possible. I suppose."

She blew at a piece of hair in her face. "We need to find Buffy. She---." Her gaze widened when she saw Buffy, dressed in some gauche dress and with a horrible dark wig on her head. "Fashion disaster and yet fists of thunder!" She exclaimed, hurrying towards Buffy while holding onto her tail, her heels clippety clapping against the pavement as she went, Dean following behind her. "You! Slayer! What are we gonna do about this?"

Buffy looked up at her, eyes wide.

Two monsters noticed them and growled, racing towards them.

Dean shouldered his M16 and took aim. "This could be a situation."

"Buffy!" Cordelia turned to the Slayer. "Do something!"

And Buffy did.

She fainted, falling to the ground.

Cordelia blinked. "Oh-kay. Not exactly what I had in mind."

"Catwoman..." Dean called out. "If I can't shoot them..."

She looked up in fright, realizing the predicament they were in.

But right as the creatures were about to reach them a voice called out "Petrificus Totalus!" and a bright light hit them, causing both monsters to fall to the ground in a full-body bind.

Everyone turned towards where the bright light had come to see Sam standing, dressed in robes and with a lightning scar on his forehead, Amy behind him, wearing a tiny sailor outfit.

"Voldemort's gone too far this time." Sam announced in a British accent, lowering his wand and coming towards them. "Attacking muggles so openly like this? I need to get word to Dumbledore and the others but I can't see to do anything other than basic wand magic."

"I don't get what's going on." Amy whimpered from behind him. "Why am I not on my ship?" She looked down at her costume. "And since when did they start making the uniform this skanky?"

"For once I'm so glad you're such a nerd, Sam!" Cordelia exclaimed happily, throwing her arms around him and giving him a huge hug, not noticing Dean giving them a glare.

Sam looked shocked. "Excuse me, miss, but I think you have me mistaken with someone else. My name is Harry Potter."

She snorted, pulling away. "Figures." The brunette pulled his glasses from his face despite his yelp for her to give them back. "And you're some savior of the Wizarding World whose parents were killed by Volleyfreak, who needs a serious makeover. I mean, I would have issues too if I looked like him."

Sam narrowed his eyes at her. "How do you know this? Are you a witch?"

"No." She narrowed her eyes. "And neither are you. YOU are under a spell. All of you are."

"Excuse me?" Amy asked. "Are you saying that I'm not a naval officer?"

Cordelia sneered. "Oh please, you couldn't even make cheerleader, you think they'd let you into our army?"

The blonde looked affronted.

"I assure you, madam." Sam frowned. "My name is Harry Potter. If there is anyone under a spell it would be you. I--."

"You're real name is Samuel Winchester, you're this one's younger brother." She pointed to Dean. "You are American, training to be a witch/wizard/warlock (whatever) and you're a part of the Slayer's gang of misfits and nobodies who save the world before dinnertime." Cordelia let him have it straight up. "You're in love with Chloe Sullivan, but she sees you as her best male friend, and she's going out with a vampire despite the fact that you all fight vampires most of the time, but Angel's an exception because he's got a soul. You think he's okay as himself, but you're resentful of him because you know that if he hadn't shown up Chloe would have ended up being your girlfriend, which everyone in your group agrees with, although they mightn't say it out loud."

Sam continued to look at her in confusion. "That can't...that can't be so."

"Oh, it is. She has no idea you're in love with her, so she's constantly trying to hook you up with other girls, this one especially." Cordelia pointed to Amy. "Probably because both her and her psycho mom want into your pants. But, you know, you could do so much better than this one, no matter how much of a geek you really are."

"Excuse me?" Amy gasped.

Sam blinked, looking confused. "This is...a spell?"

Cordelia nodded. "Yes. Good. Now that we're all up to speed, what the hell are we going to do?"

A groan caused everyone to turn to see Buffy beginning to stir awake.

"Hallelujah." Cordelia announced, going to her. "It was about time you got up! What the hell were you puling back there?"

"What?" Buffy asked, standing up, looking at Cordelia in confusion.

"Are you hurt?" Dean asked her.

"Huh?" She asked him.

"Are you retarded?" Cordelia tried. "C'mon Buffy! Get with the program here!"

"Buffy?" Buffy made a face at the name.

Cordelia groaned. "Great. She's not Buffy."

"Who's Buffy?" Sam wanted to know.

"Oh, this is fun." Cordelia grumbled before turning to Buffy. "What year is this?"

"1775." Buffy answered immediately, confused and beginning to hyperventilate. "I--I don't understand. Who are you and why are you dressed like a cat?"

"They're friends." Cordelia pointed to the others.

"You're not?" Buffy asked.

"No." Cordelia shook her head. "I only tolerate your existence most of the time because you hang out with Chloe and end up saving my life most of the time."

Buffy was looking more and more confused. "I don't understand anything! Chloe? Friends? Saving lives? Everything is so strange! How did I come to be here?"

"Stop hyperventilating already. It's getting annoying." Cordelia felt no compassion whatsoever. "You're the Slayer. You're supposed to be kicking butt and taking names!"

"What's a Slayer?" Amy asked.

Buffy blinked. "Whose names?"

Suddenly a monster came round the tree behind Buffy and roared, fangs bared and claws raised to attack.

Buffy screamed and backed off as Dean jumped in and whacked the monster across the face with the butt of his rifle, knocking it down and out.

Dean frowned. "I suggest we get inside before we come across anything..."

"A DEMON! A DEMON!" Buffy screamed, jumping behind Cordelia and clinging onto her outfit. "A DEMON!"

"Hey! Watch the suit!" Cordelia cried.

A sport utility vehicle came driving down the street with its headlights on.

"That's not a demon." Amy made a face. "It's a car."

"What does it want?" Buffy whispered, terrified.

"Is this woman insane?" Sam wanted to know. "Because St. Mungos..."

"No, she's not insane. She's just under a spell...and ruining my costume!" She jerked away from Buffy, feeling her costume rip slightly. "Hey! Look what you did! Now Partytown is never going to take this back!"

Buffy looked up at her in terror.

Cordelia rolled her eyes and looked around. "Okay, if I remember right Chloe said Buffy's home was the one that really needed to have a facelift, and that's not far away. Good. House of the Slayer, should have weapons. Or, something." She turned to them. "Come on you dweebs. Let's get out of here."


Walking leisurely down the street, Spike watched in awe as several monsters chased people down the street past him.

"Well!" He exclaimed to himself, looking around. "This is just...neat!"

"Isn't it?"

He turned at the sound, surprised when he saw Chloe leaning against a light post, a trail of blood trailing down the side of her lips, arms folded over her chest, and smile evil. "I'm not exactly sure what has happened to cause this, but I'm glad I'm not missing it."

"Pet." He looked at her curiously, wondering why there was blood tinting her lips. "Interesting seeing you out here so calm. I would have...expected you to be...fighting...or something."

She looked up at him curiously. "Do I know you?"

He stopped, a little insulted that he had kidnapped her and attacked her school, his blood was inside of her and everything and she didn't even have the grace to remember him. His face shifted in his displeasure.

She then smirked. "Ah, you're like me then, huh?" And then her face shifted in front of him.

To that of a vampire.

Spike's eyes widened in shock.

What the bloody hell had happened?

"And for your information, whoever you are, I already fed. Not much though." She pouted. "Didn't like the taste of his blood. Left him alive wherever he was."

He smirked, getting over the shock rather quickly. "Surprised by you, luv. Seen you in action. You're a bloody lil' bird."

She grinned up at him through her eyelashes, face morphing back to its human guise as she sauntered towards him, pressing herself softly against him as she walked her fingers up his chest. "So...you seem to know me pretty good, handsome."

He smirked.

Angelus' bird was all over him.

"Not as well as I would like." He hooked his arm around her, smiling evilly at the thought of Angelus finding this out.

"We could remedy that." She whispered, bringing her hand up to his mouth and tracing his lips with the digit before he opened up to it.

Angelus was going to have a fit when news of this got back to him. And they were out in the open, in front of everyone. Someone Angelus knew was going to see them and tell him about this.

Grinning, Spike felt Chloe trail her finger over his fangs before slicing her finger deliberately on one, a spurt of her blood spewing into his mouth.

Suddenly the grin froze along with everything else in Spike's body as the first taste of that blood splashed upon his tongue.

It---It was unlike anything----anything---he'd ever tasted in his life.

A snarl nearly escaped his lips when she withdrew her digit, but then her lips replaced it and her bottom lip was bleeding from where her fangs had punctured it purposely, and the blood was flowing and Spike was whimpering, growling, snarling and desperate as he pulled her tighter to him and drank in the blood, drunken and needy and aroused beyond belief by the taste.

Pushing Chloe up against a tree and finding his place between her thighs, Spike forgot the reason why he'd come out here in the first place.


At the Summer's house (Mrs. Summers was obviously out) Dean and Sam scanned the house and made sure that no one was inside before returning to where the girls were standing, Buffy and Amy worried, Cordelia going through the phone book, trying to find Giles' number. If there was anyone out there that could help them, it was Giles. She'd tried calling Chloe, but her father had answered saying that Chloe had left it there before going to meet them. Cordelia had winced when she'd told him to lock up the house and get to a safe place to wait things out, since it really wasn't safe out, thankfully Gave had done as told.

"All clear." Dean announced, putting down his M16.

"Where are we?" Buffy asked.

"Your place." Cordelia looked around her, unimpressed with the place. "Can't you tell? It's just like you. Needs a makeover."

There was a banging at the front door, Dean and Sam going to investigate, with the girls following.

"Don't open it!" Amy gasped.

"It could be a civilian." Dean frowned.

"Or a mini demon." Cordelia reminded him.

Buffy noticed a picture on a table and went over to look at it. She picked it up and saw that it was a picture of her wearing a spaghetti strap top, hugging another pretty blonde girl with a mischievous smile. The Slayer who wasn't a Slayer turned around to Cordelia. "This...this could be me."

"It is you." Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Get with the program. Thats you and Chloe."

Sam's gaze jerked away from the door at the name.

"But I would never wear this sort of low, apparel." Buffy gasped. "It's indecent." Her eyes widened. "Have hard financial times forced me to walk the streets to support myself and maintain this strange abode?"

"Walk the streets?" Cordelia made a face, not really getting it.

Suddenly Buffy burst into tears. "I knew it! I'm a tart! I fell from grace! DAMN father and his gambling addictions!"

Cordelia groaned, shaking her head and turning away from Buffy, facing Amy. "Why couldn't she have dressed up as Xena?"

Dean scanned the outside through one of the small windows in the door. He moved away just as a monster punched through the glass and reached for him, pulling back its hand as Dean raised his M16.

"Not a civilian!" Amy cried out.

"Affirmative!" Dean took aim through the broken portal.

"I thought I said no shooting!" Cordelia cried out.

Dean groaned and stepped aside to look at Sam. "You do something then, kid."

Sam glared at him before going to the broken portal and reaching out his wand. "Stupefy!" Down went the monster about to charge them once more.

"Good." Dean nodded. "Now lets start boarding in this place." He turned to Amy. "You! Check upstairs, make sure everything's locked up."

"But surely there's somewhere we can go. A safe haven?" Buffy asked.

Sam bent to pick up the picture Buffy had been looking at moments before, of her and the blonde girl. "Chloe."

Cordelia nodded, returning to her search of Giles' phone number, groaning when she couldn't find it listed. "That's Chloe."

Sam continued to look at the picture before putting it away, picking up another one. "Wow. It's us." Everyone crowded around him at that as they looked at the picture of them (minus Cordelia and Amy), in normal clothes, all giggling and laughing and having a good time. There was one other person in the picture, an elder man with glasses. "Who's he?"

"Rupert Giles." Cordelia replied.

Buffy tore the picture from Sam, looking at it with a smile, seeing how she and the older man smiled at each other. "Look at the regal brow, the manly tilt of his nose, the stately way he holds himself. He can only be one thing." She grinned brightly, holding the picture to her heart. "He's my husband! Lord of this home!" She giggled. "I have escaped the downward spiral of poverty my father had been trying to hide, and have married this handsome, inspiring man with incredible fashion taste." She looked around the house. "He's probably a banker." She brought the picture to her stomach. "I'm probably carrying the heir."

Cordelia shook her head. "Even whammied she's hopeless." Hearing the phone ring she reached for it, ignoring Buffy's shriek of terror as she looked around trying to figure out where the sound had come from. "House of the Whammied and Fashionably Incorrect, how may I help you?"

There was a pause. "This is the Summers' residence, is it not?"

"Giles!" Cordelia stood up. "Thank God! TELL me you're not whammied too!"

"Cordelia?" He sounded surprised. "What are you doing---never mind. Is everyone alright? It's utter chaos out here. Is Buffy alright? What's going on?"

"Buffy's fine, kinda, in a way." Cordelia shrugged. "That's not important right now. What is important is that everyone's turned into their costumes."

"Pardon me?"

"They've lost their memories and turned into their costumes." She replied, looking out of the window. "Dean's a jarhead, Sam's Harry Potter, Amy's a skanky sailor, and Buffy, well, she's---."

"Is that my husband?" Buffy asked, coming up to Cordelia. "The others said that that is a strange, magical device which allows people to communicate with others."

"I'm kinda busy right now." Cordelia glared at Buffy.

"With my husband?" Buffy sniffed, looking up and down Cordelia. "I can see you're not the kind of person I want conversing with my husband. Now hand me the magical conversing device!" And with that she pulled the phone away from Cordelia and brought it tentatively to her ear. "My love?"

Cordelia was about to pull the phone back when she noticed someone outside. "Angel!" She motioned to the others. "Get him inside! He's good! He's on our side!"

"Angel." Sam tried out the name on his lips, eyes narrowed. "Isn't this the vampire you said that is with Chloe?"

Cordelia nodded as Dean hurried outside and brought the confused pirate inside, locking the door back up.

"Shiver me timbers, hell's broken loose out there it has." Angel announced as he entered.

Amy's eyes widened when she saw him as she descended from having checked upstairs. "Wow."

Cordelia glared at him. "Down, Skanky Barbie. This one's taken." She turned to Angel. "Please tell me you remember who you are?"

Angel grinned at her. "What a lovely little tart you are. How about you and me head to my ship and christen it?"

She groaned. "Great." Turning around she jerked the phone out of Buffy's grip and spoke into it. "Giles! You're the only one other than me who remembers anything! Angel just hit on me! And he thinks he's a pirate! He doesn't even speak pirate good!"

"Who told Buffy that I--that we----heirs?!?" Giles sounded like he was going to faint.

"No one told her. She just assumed. Look Giles, get with the program."

"R-r-r-r-r-r-right." He cleared his throat. "Let's review. Everyone became whatever they were masquerading as."

"Exactly." Cordelia nodded.

"What about you and Chloe? Who haven't told me about her...and you're normal."

"We don't know where Chloe is." Cordelia admitted. "And I'm beginning to get worried. She never told us what she was going dressed as, and for all we know she could be a pumpkin or something."

"I see." Giles was worried. "Well, it's a good thing that you weren't dressed up or otherwise..."

"Who said I'm not wearing a costume? I'm wearing a costume! And a damned expensive one at that."

There was a pause. "And yet you haven't changed?"


"What's different with your costume and theirs?" Giles suddenly asked.

"Other than the fact that I actually look hot?" Cordelia asked, genuinely confused. "Uhm, well, mine's better quality, for one. Almost everyone else went to that cheesy new place, Ethan's, and got theirs there because it was more 'affordable', but we all know that affordable is just a kinder word for 'cheap'. And Cordelia Chase was not going to be in anything cheap, so I went to Partytown to get mine and---."

He hung up on her.

"Oh!" Cordelia gasped. "Le rude!"


He loved Dru.

He adored Dru.

He'd give his unlife for Dru.

And yet he couldn't bring himself to pull out of Chloe as they continued to desecrate some old woman's front lawn.

He hadn't meant for it to get this far, just enough to get at Angelus...and yet the blood...her blood was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before, and he felt addicted to it as he drank and as she drank from him as they moved as one, hard and violent and in plain sight of anyone who just looked over the hedge of the lawn. He seemed eternally hard, wasting himself within her only to find that need still there, the firmness not leaving, the want unquenchable.

"Yesss." She hissed in his ear, nibbling on the shell.

He twitched violently and drove himself painfully deeper inside.

"YES!" She screamed, clawing down his back.

And Spike lost himself in the feeling once again.


Cordelia was going to go insane.

Not only was she having to stay in the same house with these freaks, but she was constantly having to guard Chloe's boyfriend's chastity! Angel and Amy kept flirting up a storm, and if they did something while under this spell she doubted Chloe was going to be forgiving about it. And Angel. Angel was a pirate slut, flirting with every girl in the home, herself included. Cordelia so wasn't interested. For one, the undead weren't a kink of hers, and two, well, neither were pirates.

Thankfully, Buffy didn't seem interested either, only caring about the whereabouts and safety of her beloved husband.

But Amy.

Amy was being a total skank.

Suddenly the lights went out, leaving them in near total darkness.

Buffy gasped and grabbed Cordelia in fright.

"Do you mind?" Cordelia grumbled.

"No, not really." Buffy shook her head.

The brunette sighed.

This was going to be a long night.


In Ethan's Costume Shop, Giles looked around as he entered, surprised to have found the place unlocked. He'd had to dodge and fight a couple of monstrous characters to get here, and he hoped to hell that his hunch was correct, that somehow the costumes from this particular place had something to do with what was going on outside.

"Hello!" He called out. "Anyone home?"

There was no answer, but he noticed a curtain to the back room partially open and slowly went inside, seeing a statue of Janus there, its eyes glowing green.

"Hello, Ripper."

Turning towards the sound, Giles went pale white, unable to believe what he was seeing. "Ethan."

"What? No hug?" Ethan sneered. "Aren't you pleased to see your old mate, Rupert?"

"I'm just surprised I didn't guess it was you." Giles' face melted into a sneer of disgust. "This Halloween stunt stinks of Ethan Rayne."

"Yes it does, doesn't it?" Ethan agreed. "Don't wish to blow to my own trumpet, but its genius. The very embodiment of 'be careful what you wish for'."

"It's sick, brutal, and it harms the innocent." Giles countered.

"Oh, and we all know that you are the champion of innocents and all things pure and good, Rupert." Ethan shook his head. "Its quite a little act you've got going here, old man."

"It's not an act. It's who I am."

"Who you are?" Ethan chuckled. "The Watcher, sniveling, tweed-clad guardian of the Slayer and her kin? I think not. I know who you are, Rupert, and I know what you're capable of." He paused, considering. "But they don't, do they? They have no idea where you come from."

"Break the spell, Ethan." Giles ordered, voice dark and dangerous. "Then leave this place and never come back."

"Why should I?" Ethan tilted his head slightly. "What's in the bargain for me?"

"You get to live."

Ethan sniggered. "Oh, Rupert, you're scaring me."

Fast as lightning Giles punched him in the gut with a left, making him double over, and followed up with a right to the face.


It was almost twenty minutes after the blackout before Cordelia realized that Amy and Angel were missing.

"Wait. Where are those two?" She asked, standing up, going towards the stairs and stopping when she heard the moaning come from upstairs. "Oh shit! Chloe's going to kill me!"


Ethan fell to the floor, severely beaten up, and yet smiling through bloody teeth. "And you said the Ripper was long gone."

"Tell me how to stop the spell." Giles growled, standing above him.

"Say 'pretty please'." Ethan taunted.

Giles kicked him hard in the kidney, causing him to yell out in pain.


"You have a girlfriend!" Cordelia banged into the door, trying to drown out the sounds inside. "I know you don't remember this! But you do! And when you do remember you're not going to be able to forgive yourself for this! And she won't forgive you either!"


Spike growled a complaint as she pulled away from him finally, dodging his grab for her and standing in all her naked glory, reaching for her skin-tight suit and putting it back on. "Where the bloody hell do you think you are going?"

He felt so alive, so strong, so invincible....so sleepy.

Damn. If Dru had been right about Chloe's blood giving you extra strength, he'd used it all up inside of her.

"As much fun as this has been," she zipped up the suit. "I'm a creature of the night. I fed, I fucked, now I wanna go find a place before sunrise." She motioned to the lightening sky. "You should probably do the same." She turned and sauntered away.

Spike watched her go the taste of her blood still in his mouth.

He was still twitching for her.


Giles kicked him again, saving no mercy. "Now tell me how to stop the spell!"

"Janus." Ethan wheezed in agony. "Break its statue."

Wasting no time, Giles grabbed the statue and lifted it over his head and throwing it down hard to the floor, smashing it into tiny pieces.

He turned to Ethan. "That better have broken the spell."

And with that he raced out of the store, heading towards Buffy's.


There was a yell, a scream, and a snarl, and suddenly the door Cordelia had been banging on flew open, and a naked Amy raced out, clutching her clothes.

Hand still suspended in the air, Cordelia hesitated a second before entering the room, seeing Angel sitting up in the bed, eyes wide in horror, sheets thankfully covering down below.

"Angel?" She asked, carefully.

He looked up at her in agony. "What have I done?"


On her way towards finding a place to hide from the sunlight, Chloe screamed as her body seemed to be on fire and she collapsed to her knees.

And suddenly, and suddenly she wasn't a vampire anymore.

And she could remember everything.

Eyes wide in horror, she sat on her knees on the pavement, huge tears beginning to fog her gaze. "What have I done?"
10th-Feb-2010 03:25 am (UTC)
Chloe/Spike sex, yes!!!!! Can't wait to see what happens when everyone gets together to discuss Halloween *grins*
10th-Feb-2010 04:02 am (UTC)
haha! *giggles* Yep, I promised some Chlike goodness in this story, and I delivered!
10th-Feb-2010 03:27 am (UTC)
lol sam as harry potter lol. oh no chloe slept with spike and angel slept with amy . what is going to happen to them when they find out what happened ? what will happen to spike since he drank chloe's blood without her persion ? oh PPMS this has made my day .
10th-Feb-2010 04:04 am (UTC)
Well, actually, he technically had her permission considering they were having sex and vampires usually mix blood and sex (don't I sound lik the vampire expert?)...so it was to be expected...so, yeah. nothing bad will happen to spikey.
10th-Feb-2010 04:08 am (UTC)
Omg. OMG!!! *runs around but still dancing*

Love this chapter so much!!! Poor Gabe he finally thinks that Chloe will be with normal boys only they turn out they wanted to sacrifice her. And poor Chloe, Gabe now wants her to join a convent!!

Love the phone call between Clark and Chloe. It's good seeing their friendship.

Also so much love for Cordelia!!!! She was freaking hilarious explaining to everyone who they were!!!

And the reason I am running around: Angel/Amy and Spike/Chloe. That was hot but WTF is going to happen?????? Omg!! OMG!!!!! *hyperventilates*

Come back now!!!!!! I need to know what happens!!!!!
10th-Feb-2010 04:33 am (UTC)
Haha! Calm down! Your gonna have a heart attack! *fans you*
10th-Feb-2010 04:54 am (UTC)
*takes a deep breath* I know, but I can't help it!! Must know what happens next!!
10th-Feb-2010 07:38 am (UTC)
Chloe/Spike sex... YAY!!!!

♥ Poor Angel.. he'll be brooding...

Giles & Buffy! Haha...

And Sam as Harry? LMAO.
10th-Feb-2010 12:08 pm (UTC)
When I thought of who Sam could be, Harry Potter was the only person that came to mind an I'm like *shrugs* 'okay, I'll run with it'
10th-Feb-2010 08:10 am (UTC)
well awesome chapter - frickin hot - but oh no!! angel and chloe! i hope that's not going to break them up, because the pairing is just too good. TOO GOOD i say!
10th-Feb-2010 12:09 pm (UTC)
Don't worry, neither angel nor chloe would allow a spell to break them up...
10th-Feb-2010 06:43 pm (UTC)
Still giggling over Sam as Harry Potter. We must alert Dumbledore! lol

This was one of my favorite episodes of Buffy, with whimpy Buffy, Larry the Pirate, G.I. Xander, and poor Cordy trying to bring everyone to their senses all the while looking fashionably feline.

I think I may love your interpretation even more. Snorted my water when I read about Buffy and her "beloved" banker husband and their heir.

I've always loved Spike, so not opposed to the Chloe/Spike hook up in the least, even though the Amy/Angel kinds squicked me. But it was a spell. What can you do? Looking forward to the next chapter, as always.
10th-Feb-2010 07:18 pm (UTC)
Yes! How has this happened without the Order getting a whiff of it beforehand?

Awww. really? Thanks! That's nice to know!!!

Exactly! They couldn't do anything about it. And since they both went through the same thing they can understand the other better in this situation.
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