Disclaimer: I do not own anything, it all belongs to other people, but I can still dream, can I?
A 38th drabble in my Halloween Short Story Collection. Different answers to the challenge:
'what if Xander dressed as something different for Halloween'.
Authors Note: Behold, the dreaded UnDead Bunny. Even worse than the energyzer bunny. It rises again and again and again and...
The Price of Magic
Simone of the Zordiak
It started with a bet which he'd lost. And for the last six month he'd not been allowed to cut his hair. It was a wavy mess by now.
Or maybe it started with his inability to secure a toy-gun for his soldier costume. Although a soldier with his haircut would not have been very believable. So he'd improvised. An old pair of faux leather pants, the boots of last years cowboy costume, a dagger and some costume make up he'd bought in the costume shop.
There was no fixed moment in time to say when this mess had been set in motion, but there was no doubt that the deal had been sealed the moment the spell had reached Xander... and exploded.
Magic always comes with a price. And for him the price had been his former identity. Gone was Xander Harris, gone his human form, forever. All that remained was a scaled giggling creature clutching a wavy dagger. And inscribed on the dagger his new name: Rumpelstiltskin.