Fic: Something Wicked 6/?

["jillbone" <jillbone@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Chapter 6: The Clothes Make the Man

	"The dreams keep getting more and more intense, Giles," 
Buffy panted out as she and Faith sparred in the library after 
school.  "What do you think?  Am I turning into some sort of
skeevy slayer dominatrix?"

	Giles removed his glasses and set them on the table in front 
of him.  (I had hoped to have a little more time before this talk, 
but I suppose that was wishful thinking on my part.)  He cleared his 
throat nervously.  "Why don't we take a break for a moment
and talk?"

	Sweaty and out of breath, the slayers stopped fighting and 
settled into seats opposite Giles.  Faith leaned back in her chair, 
ready to enjoy any discussion that could make their watcher 
anxious.  "What's up, G?  Is this gonna be like another
`birds and the bees' talk?  `Cause we all remember how
that one went."  The slayers smiled at each other, remembering
the talk they'd had with a stammering Giles.

	The watcher blushed and slipped his glasses back 
on.  "Girls, please, I need your full glib-free attention as I
don't plan on repeating myself anytime soon."  Buffy and
Faith sat up straight and put on their best `listening-t
o-Giles-lecture' faces.  "You already know how your being
slayers affects your sexual preference.  But your demons will also 
manifest their personalities through you.  You've seen how they 
control your aggressiveness when slaying.  This aspect will also 
spill over into your relationships."

	Giles stopped, unsure of how to word this next part.  (I 
would be willing to bet that none of the other watchers ever had to 
have this conversation with two fifteen-year-old slayers.)  He 
groaned internally and continued.  "When you find someone you
wish to have a, uh, relationship with, it is only natural that your 
need for dominance will assert itself...um, sexually."  (Please,
please don't make me go into details.)  Giles sighed with relief
when the slayers nodded in understanding.  "So my best advice to
you, Buffy, is to simply accept this need or it will begin to show 
up in your life in other more negative ways."

	The door to the library opened revealing Willow, Amy, and 
Xander.  Satisfied that he had answered Buffy's questions with
the minimum of embarrassment to himself, a very relieved Giles spoke 
to the group as a whole.  "Since Halloween is this weekend,
everyone should be happy to know they have the night off."  Three
bewildered faces and two relieved looked back at him.

	Utterly confused, Xander was the first to speak up.  "You're 
kidding, right?  I mean, Halloween?  Isn't that a major
suckfest?"

	As Buffy and Faith shook their heads, Giles answered the 
teen.  "Actually, it's usually quiet on Halloween."

	Before he could continue, Willow scrunched her face and 
asked.  "Vampires don't like candy?"

	"That's probably a matter of taste for each I suppose, but 
more to the point, they find it tacky really.  All those children 
running around dressed as monsters takes the fun out of being
scary."

	Buffy leaned forward getting everyone's attention.  "Anyway, 
Faith and I have been talking and this year we'd like to include
all of you in a tradition of ours.  Since you're all kind of like
family now."

	Faith nodded and grinned.  "Every year, mom and dad would 
put everyone's name in a hat and whoever's name you chose you
got to pick the costume for."  Her grin grew decidedly wicked. 
"Giles participated last year and he had fun."  

	The watcher gave a delicate shudder remembering how the 
girls made him give out candy dressed as a nun.  (One day I'll
find those pictures they took.)  

	Pulling out the big guns, the brunette turned on her puppy 
eyes.  "Come on guys, you gotta."

	Seeing her sister's plan, Buffy turned on a cute little 
whine.  "Please."  Unable to resist the double slayer pout,
and honestly who could, the remaining members of the group 
reluctantly agreed as the slayers passed out little slips of paper.

*********************************************************************

	"I'm just relieved neither of you girls picked my name this 
year.  I can handle being a cowboy."  Giles looked up 
hopefully.  "Maybe this year the neighborhood children won't
laugh at me."

	Faith looked over at the watcher scowling.  "You and Buffy 
have it easy.  She already had everything for her outfit."

	As they reached the costume shop, Buffy shrugged and opened 
the door.  "Come on, Faithy.  It was Xander.  Of course he wants
me to dress all sexy like Lara Croft.  I`d have been more
surprised if he didn`t."  Faith's scowl only deepened.

	Giles grinned as he looked around the store.  "I thought I 
did quite well in choosing your costume."  (Ah, paybacks are 
wonderful.)

	"Please.  How am I supposed to pick up chicks dressed as a 
bunny?"

	Trying, and failing, to suppress a giggle, Buffy patted her 
sister on the back.  "I happen to think you'll make an
adorable bunny."  Buffy and Giles continued to tease Faith as they
searched for the required outfits.  No one noticed the Englishman 
who quickly ducked into the back room.

	Ethan Rayne smiled to himself.  (This is going to be more 
fun than I thought.)

*********************************************************************

	Across town, Willow was freaking out.  Amy sat on the 
Rosenberg's couch watching her friend frantically pace in full 
babble mode.

	"I'm not sure I can do this, Ames.  I mean, I know there was 
agreeage on the whole thing, but I can't.  Maybe if someone else
had chosen my name.  But Faith.  Oh god.  I can't dress like some
kind of slutty biker chick."

	Trying to look on the bright side, Amy broke in.  "I don't 
think the slutty part is required."  Willow stopped pacing and 
raised an eyebrow at her.  "Well, maybe.  It is Faith."

	The redhead resumed her anxious pacing.  "You're not helping 
here.  I'm still trying to come to terms with this whole Buffy 
thing.  Ever since that night, I've been having these dreams. 
And not like Martin Luther King dreams.  Sexy dreams.  Really sexy 
dreams."  Willow paused and looked down at her feet, her voice 
almost a whisper.  "And I think I kinda like them."

	Amy got off the sofa and pulled her friend into a hug.  (Now 
I see the problem.)  "Nothing's wrong with that, Wills. 
There's no denying she's sexy and from what you tell me the
dream was intense."  Willow blushed.  "I guess the real
question is:
how do you feel about liking the dreams?"

	The redhead finally looked up, the confusion plain on her 
face.  "Honestly?  I don't know."

	Satisfied that Willow had at least stopped panicking, Amy 
prodded her towards the door.  "No need to decide today.  We have 
better things to do.  Let's go to that new costume shop that
opened up and look around.  You can help me find a proper Southern 
Belle costume.  And I'll see if we can find you something
that's not too whorish to wear."

	"Should we go get Xander?"

	"Nah.  He said he was just going to pick up his Army Guy 
stuff at the surplus store.  Besides do you really want him there 
when we're trying on outfits?"

	Willow's eyes went wide at the thought.  "Good idea. 
Let's go before I change my mind."

*********************************************************************

	 Buffy, Amy, and Giles stood at the bottom of the stairs 
waiting for Faith to appear.  Her pouty voice finally called down to 
them.  "I'm not coming down!  You guys can just go without
me!"  

	Buffy rolled her eyes while Amy and Giles grinned like 
idiots.  "Count of three, Faith, and then I'm coming up to
get you!"

	"All right, all right."  Slowly, the brunette appeared at 
the top of the stairs.  Or what used to be the brunette.  The two 
teens and Giles burst out into hysterical giggles.  Faith made her 
way gingerly down the stairs with a surly look.  Completely 
embarrassed, her demon was desperately plotting revenge with almost 
maniacal enthusiasm.  "Yuk it up you guys.  Just remember
there's always next year."

	With one final chuckle, Buffy slipped her ray-bans 
on.  "C'mon, let's go pick up Will and Xander.  Miss
Scarlett and I will make sure no mean hunters try to get you."

	The teens made their way across town to pick up their 
friends for the Halloween Bash at the Bronze.  Buffy tried yet again 
to get Faith to tell her what outfit she had picked for Willow.  All 
her sister would tell her was that she would be "pleasantly 
surprised."  Buffy's little demon came up with all sorts of
ideas that would please her.  Each more dirty than the last.

	Before they could knock on the Rosenberg's front door, a 
fully fatigued Xander swung the door open anxious to see Buffy in 
all her spandex glory.  His eyes glazed over slightly at the sight.  
Then he spotted Faith.  As he cracked a smile, the brunette growled 
warningly.  (Ok.  No teasing the slayer.)  His mouth dropped open as 
he finally saw Amy standing behind the slayers.  (Wow.)  The red 
satin ball gown hugged Amy's waist as the front dipped showing
just the hint of cleavage.  "Wow.  Amy, you look...you
just...wow."

	Buffy quirked an eyebrow at Faith, filing away the usually 
verbose Xander's reaction to their housemate for later.  She was 
about to ask after Willow when the redhead stepped shyly into the 
doorway.  Coherent thought was a thing of the past at that point.  
Her eyes drunk in the vision that was Willow.  In a black leather 
mini and matching halter, she looked so sexy and vulnerable at the 
same time.  Buffy`s eyes shifted from hazel to yellow and back to 
hazel again as she attempted to control her salivating demon  
(Gah?)  For once, the blonde agreed with him.  No words could 
describe the sight before her.  Eventually, Buffy noticed
Willow's lips moving.  (Oh god.  What did she say?  Pay
attention.  Pay attention.)  "Huh?"

	Willow smiled timidly, blushing under the slayer's 
stare.  "I said you look nice, Buffy."  (More than nice.) 
Images from her dreams came rushing back to her as her eyes traveled 
over the blonde's toned body encased in black spandex shorts and 
tank top.  With the sunglasses and two guns slung over each thigh, 
Willow thought Buffy looked as dangerously sexy as any one person 
could.  Catching Amy's eye, she motioned her head.  "Maybe we
should...you know, go now?"

	"Might as well get this over with," Faith muttered stomping 
off in the general direction of the Bronze.  Xander walked between 
Amy and Willow eagerly discussing tonight's party while Buffy
stared at the redhead's back.  (Even better from behind.) 
Leering,Buffy started after them.  (I have GOT to remember to thank 
Faith for this.)  

	The teens quickly made their way to the club and Faith 
immediately spotted a hottie dressed as a French maid to hit on.  
Buffy, Amy, and Xander grabbed a table to sit at while Willow ran to 
the restroom to calm herself.  As she looked in the mirror, she 
sighed.  (It's going to be a long night.)

*********************************************************************

	In the back room of his costume shop, Ethan Rayne lit a 
candle and knelt in front of the bust of Janus.  (Now is the time.  
Chaos will rule the night.)  He smiled and began to chant in 
Latin.  "Janus, evoco vestram animam.  Exaudi meam causam.  Carpe 
noctem pro consilio vestro.  Veni, appare et nobis monstra quod est 
infinita potestas.  Persona se corpum et sanguium commutandum est.  
Vestra sancta praesentia concrescet viscera.  Janus!  Sume noctem!"  
As he finished his chant, a bright light filled the air.

	Although Ethan knew he should leave town before his spell 
was uncovered, he couldn't resist staying to enjoy the chaos.  He 
stepped outside his shop and was almost knocked by a three foot 
demon which used to be a child.  A smug grin appeared on his face.  
(Maybe I should visit my old mate Rupert and see how he's
enjoying the new him.)  With a jaunty whistle, he set course for 
Revello Drive.

*********************************************************************

	Buffy looked around the club uneasily.  She was sure 
something was off, but couldn't quite figure out what it was.  (Oh 
well, no vamps in the area.  Probably just being paranoid.)  She 
looked across the table at her friends.  Amy was fanning herself 
with one hand as she watched the dance floor with a small frown.  
Xander kept sneaking looks at the southern belle trying to figure 
out why he hadn't noticed how beautiful she was before.  Buffy 
jumped when she felt a fingernail drag over the back of her neck and 
warm breath on her ear.  "Let's dance."

	Buffy turned her head and her nose collided with Willow's.  
With an audible gulp, she tried to control herself.  "Wills?"
Her voice came out an octave higher than normal.  She slowly backed 
her face away from the redhead's hearing her demon freak over the
loss of closeness.  (What the hell are you doing???)  Out of the 
corner of her eye, she could see Xander lean forward in his seat, 
his hormonal attention fully focused on the scene being played out 
in front of him.

	Willow leaned in close to the slayer's ear again, her mouth 
practically touching it.  "Come on.  Show me your moves."

	(Oh my god.  Was that her tongue?)  With a graceful faint, 
the rational side of Buffy's brain shut down.  Her demon rubbed
his little hands together gleefully eager to take advantage of the 
situation.  (Waste not, want not.)  Buffy grabbed Willow's hand
and led her onto the floor.  As the beat of the music rolled over 
her, the slayer closed her eyes and began to move sensuously in 
front of her friend.  

	Her eyes flew open when she felt Willow's hands settle on 
her hips.  The redhead moved closer to her and the dance turned 
palpably suggestive.  Buffy settle one hand on Willow's waist and 
the other behind her head.  The demon felt no qualms about 
insinuating her thigh between the girl's own and did so quickly.  
Rubbing her thigh against Willow's center, she felt a soft gasp 
against her neck.  (Hell yeah.  This is what I've been talking 
about.  Oh Fuck!)  Buffy growled as she felt Willow's teeth graze 
her pulse point.  The two continued to become more aggressive as the 
logical half of Buffy's mind slowly sat up.  

	(Huh?)  The slayer gently pushed the redhead away from her.  
(What the hell is going on?)  She looked at the table where she left 
her friends and saw Xander smiling and talking with her housemate.  
(I need a drink.)  Leaving Willow on the dance floor, She made her 
way back to the table towards her water.  She sat down and knew why 
Xander was smiling.  Amy was arguing with him in the most outrageous 
southern accent she had heard since Gone With the Wind.  Watching 
her friends being silly, she felt rather than saw Willow sit down 
beside her.  But she noticed immediately when the redhead's hand 
settled on her thigh.  Unsure of what was happening, Buffy stood to 
look for her sister.  (Maybe Faith'll know what's going on.) 
With a relieved sigh, she spotted her near the bar.  On all fours 
sniffing at the floor.  (Is she drunk again?)

	As Buffy approached Faith, the brunette's head popped up.  
(Not drunk.)  Faith's face was a hybrid of rabbit and human
features and she looked skittish as the slayer neared.  Looking 
around the club, Buffy noticed subtle changes in its patrons.  Some 
but not all seemed to be acting out their costumes.  (Well, whatever 
it is, I seem to be ok.  I think.  Shit.  I gotta get home to Giles. 
He'll know what to do.)  Softly she herded Faith towards the
table where she left her friends.  "Xand-Man, we got trouble."

	Xander looked up and his eyes widened as he noticed the 
weirdness that was Faith.  He glanced back at Amy, his brain finally 
registering that she was not joking with the accent.  Putting two 
and two together, he stared at the slayer with a goofy grin. 
"Since everyone else is out of action, can I be your new
sidekick?"

*********************************************************************

	When they came near the Summers house, Buffy saw several 
bullet holes in the front door.  (I'm pretty sure those
weren't there before.)  Before she could open the door,
Willow's fingers trailed along her backside for the hundredth
time since they left the club.  Buffy stood up straight and tried to 
corral the redhead's advances.  "Hands!  Hands!  Put `em
where I can see them,Will."  Willow smirked and held her hands in 
front of her. Buff's demon complained grumpily.  (Why do you keep 
stopping her? I was having fun.)  (Shut up.  We have work to do and 
I can't concentrate with her playing grab-ass back there.)  
Satisfied that the groping was over for now, she cautiously opened 
the door.  She never expected to get shot at.

	Only her quick reflexes kept her from getting hit.  She 
rolled quickly across the floor and knocked the gun out of Giles' 
grip.  Unfortunately the excitement startled Faith, and she 
hurriedly ran off through the open door.  "Shit."
	
	"What are you doing here, little lady?  I coulda killed 
you."  Giles took his hat off and wiped his forehead, appalled
that he almost shot a woman.  Even one as oddly dressed as this one.

	"Giles?"  All of Buffy's hopes for a quick reversal of 
whatever spell caused tonight's highjinks fell at the sound of
the Englishman's drawl.  "Why is the door all shot up?  Do I
even want to know what you've been doing after turning into Wild
West Man?"

	"I jist managed to scare off this other fella who was here 
earlier."  He put his hat back on and grimaced.  "Some
English dandy.  Kept talkin' goin' on and on about costumes
and magic and what not.  I finally had to fire off a few rounds to 
frighten the little sissy.  Took off so fast I thought his tail was 
on fire." He grinned at Xander who had his mouth open in shock.

	Buffy rubbed tiredly at her forehead.  "I don't have time 
for this shit."  She turned to Xander.  "Xand, why don't
you go see if you can find Faith?  She could be anywhere by now."

Xander started to protest, but Buffy waved him away.  She thought 
for a moment, knowing she was on her own with this on.  (Think, 
Buffy, think.  Why did everyone else turn into their costumes but 
you and Xander?  What's makes the two of you so special?)  You
could almost see the light bulb come on over her head.  (Costumes. 
That's it.  Everybody else got their costumes from that new shop.

What was the name of it again?)  Then her brain finally registered 
what Giles had been saying.  "Wait.  The guy who was here earlier 
was talking to you about magic?"

	Giles nodded so fast he almost lost his hat.  "Sure was.  
Said somethin' about some spell he'd done."

	Realizing this was her best lead, Buffy was trying to come 
up with a plan of attack.  She was distracted, however, when she 
felt Willow's hands on her ass again.  (Fuck this.  Violence
always works in a pinch.)  She looked up at Giles.  "Giles, you
stay here and take care of Amy," she said pointing towards the
brunette in the hoop skirt.  "I'll take Miss-Grabby-Hands
with me and pay a visit to the dandy."  She grabbed Willow's
arm and
led her to the front door.  She turned back at the last 
second.  "And if anyone tries to come in, ask who it is first and 
shoot second."

*********************************************************************

	Pushing the back door to the costume shop open, Buffy looked 
around for signs of life.  Her eyes settled on a small table in the 
center of the room.  A statue of a head with two faces sat in the 
middle.  She stepped into the room and motioned for Willow to do the 
same.  (At least she's stopped molesting me.)  Her demon stuck
his little tongue out at her.  (Spoilsport.)  "Will, look around
for a spellbook or something.  We need to figure out how he did
this."  She and Willow started opening the filing cabinets
looking for a clue and didn't notice Ethan walk into the room.

	"May I help you?"  The girls turned around quickly and Ethan 
finally saw their faces.  "Slayer, how nice to see you.  I assume 
Rupert sent you after me.  He never could lighten up."

	Buffy started at hearing her watcher's name.  "How do know 
Giles?"  Her eyes narrowed and pinned him to the spot.

	Ethan smiled at the slayer's glare.  "Ripper and I go way 
back, dear.  We were mates a long time ago.  Back when he used to be 
fun."

	Buffy swept her arms out indicating the statue and obvious 
magical aura in the room.  "Fun?  You call this fun?"  She
stepped towards the grinning Englishman threateningly.  "Now
you're going to tell me how to reverse this or I'm gonna
start getting upset."

	"Nice bluff, but I know you can't kill me, Slayer.  Against 
your code and all that."

	Buffy smiled menacingly.  "Who said anything about killing 
you?"  She swung her fist swiftly catching him in the jaw.  As he 
fell to the ground, she stepped on his hand breaking several 
fingers.  "I may not be able to slay you, but I can still hurt 
you."  She switched her foot to his other hand and ground down. 
"A lot."

	Ethan grimaced in pain, but continued taunting her.  "I can 
see what Ripper likes about you.  You two share the same cruel 
streak."

	Buffy knelt down and straddled the Englishman, putting her 
arm across his throat.  When she spoke, she was eerily 
calm.  "Never, ever talk about Giles that way or I just might
forget that your human."  

	Ethan's face began to turn an alarming shade of purple and 
he stuttered out to her.  "Wait...wait...the statue...break the 
statue."  Buffy stood up and moved towards the table as Ethan lay 
gasping on the floor.  She picked the head up off the table and felt 
Willow's hands creep up her chest.  She groaned and lifted the 
statue above her head.  "I really hope this works."  (I'm
not sure how much more I can take.)  She flung the head to the 
ground shattering both the faces.  Looking back to where she had 
left Ethan, she saw the floor was empty and the back door was 
open.  "Dammit!"  (Oh well, I'll get him next time.)

	Willow's hands were frighteningly still on Buffy's chest.  
She was trying to figure out how they got there when she saw Buffy 
swallow nervously.  (Oh my god.  Oh my god.  Oh my god.) 
Willow's mind seemed unable to leave the fact that she was
molesting her best friend.  She moved her hand off of Buffy's
chest quickly and blushed.

	Buffy took this as a sign that all was normal again and a 
wave of relief washed over her.  "Hey Wills.  Funny story for
you."  She chuckled uneasily.  "Well, you make not think
it's funny now, but trust me..."  She and Willow headed
towards her house to check on the rest of the gang as Buffy gave an 
abbreviated version of tonight's events.

*********************************************************************

	Across town, Xander had finally caught up to the bunny 
normally known as Faith.  He was trying to figure out a way to 
convince her to head home when she raised her head.  He almost 
jumped for joy seeing her human face again.

	Faith, on the other hand, awoke from what seemed to be a 
dream, only to find herself on her hands and knees in someone's 
garden.  "What the hell?"  She looked around her and saw
Xander's pleased face.  "What the hell is going on here
man?"

	Xander reached his hand down to help her up and started 
smiling.  "Long story.  I'll tell you about it on the way
home."  He brushed some grass off her costume.  "Glad to see
your you again though."

	Hearing her demon ranting about being embarrassed and 
ashamed, Faith knew whatever happened had been humiliating enough.   
She grabbed Xander by his collar and lifted him on his toes.  She 
growled into his face, eyes yellow.  "If you ever tell anyone
about this, I'll rip out your heart and show it to you." 
Releasing the boy, she stomped off towards home.

	Xander shook his head remembering Faith as a bunny.  He 
grinned and started after her.  "Wouldn't dream of it,
Faithy.  Wouldn't dream of it."





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