Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire (nor do I own the dialog from "Halloween that appears in this chapter). I also do not own Hellsing.

Author's Note: Inspired by "The No Life Twin" by ShadowMaster, "Family Matters" by DhampyrX2, and every single Halloween tagged BTVS story I've read.

The updates for this will be extremely slow. Chapter 2 has been sent to Chiichobi.

Thanks to Chiichobi (aka Mara) for beta work.

Edit: Thank you to Chiichobi and GuiltyPleasuresAndDeadlySins for pointing out that "Impeller" should be spelled "Impaler". If I missed one in my edit, please point it out.

Summary: A chance change in Halloween costumes for Xander has far reaching consequences. But even with the dusting of Spike, danger lurks around every corner.

Family, Magic, and Midians
Chapter 1: This is Halloween

Xander Harris cursed his father as he made another run to the costume store. He had originally planned to be a soldier when Snyder forced him to "volunteer" his time to escort children around for trick-or-treating. Unfortunately, he got home and found his father had puked on his fatigues awhile ago and no one had told him. Now they were ruined and he had to get the pieces for a new costume.

The bell rang over the door as Xander entered Ethan's. He was thankful that Ethan's costumes were pretty cheap, if they weren't he would be forced to go to the Thrift Store and hope for the best. He looked at various costumes and accessories, but wasn't having any luck. "Maybe I should just go as a butler," he grumbled.

"Do you need assistance?" Ethan Rayne said. He recognized this young man; he had been in earlier to get a plastic gun for a soldier costume.

"Yeah, my dad ruined my previous costume so I need a new one, but I'm all out of ideas," Xander said. "I was thinking butler, but that doesn't sound very exciting. I have the suit at home, for that."

The suit in question was an old Victorian style charcoal grey suit that he had gotten at the Thrift Shop before attending Jesse's funeral last year. It hung in his closet and could have hung in his great-great-great grandfather's closet.

"Hmm...Why not embellish it, a little?" Ethan suggested. "What sort of suit is it?"

"Really old, like grandpa's suit and it's a really dark grey, nearly black," Xander said.

"Do you have a tie? How about making it a riding outfit? Or you can make it a vampire costume," Ethan said.

Xander thought about it, "What do you have in the way of capes? And fedoras?" Now that he thought about it, there was a picture of one of his ancestors, his great-great grandfather "Vlad" wearing a suit similar to his. He could dress as his ancestor as a vampire, but he needed a cape and fedora...and the vampire teeth.

"Have an idea?" Ethan said with a smile as he led the young man to another corner of the shop. No matter how one looked at it, the shop seemed larger on the inside then the outside, and always had something for everyone.

"Yeah, there's this picture in one of the family photo albums of my great-great grandfather, I think I'll take your suggestion and make myself into a version of grandfather Vlad, as a vampire."

"I'll give you the teeth for free," Ethan said with a smile.

"Really? Thanks," Xander said, looking at the capes and hats. "Hmm...I'll take the red cape there and the big red floppy brim fedora over there."

"Excellent choice, do you have a tie to match?"

"Yeah," Xander said. "Oh, boots! I need big boots."

"Hmm...I might have something in the back. What sort?"

"Knee-high, black," Xander said, watching Ethan disappear into the back of the shop. He returned a few minutes later with a pair of boots. "Thanks, you're a life savior. I really feared Snyder would kill me if I didn't show up in costume tomorrow."

"No problem, sir. I am glad to see everyone enjoying the holiday," Ethan said, ringing up the total and placing all the items, including the teeth, in the bag.

"No, really; thank you," Xander said as he paid. "This might be a better costume than the soldier-boy I was going to be."

"Have a Happy Halloween," Ethan said.

Spike was watching the video taken last night by one of his henchmen and analyzing the Slayer's moves. He had to admit he admired this one; she had style and was resourceful.

Drusilla wondered into the room and looked at Spike, "Miss Edith needs her tea."

"C'mere, poodle," Spike said holding his hand out.

"Do you love my insides?" she asked taking Spike's hand and allowing herself to be pulled to him. "The parts you can't see?"

"Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet," Spike said. "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."

"Don't worry," Drusilla said, distracted. "Everything's switching. Outside to inside. It makes her weak."

"Really? Did my pet have a vision?" Spike asked.

"Do you know what I miss?" Drusilla asked. She continued without waiting for a reply, "Leeches."

"Come on, talk to Daddy," Spike teased. "This thing, that makes the Slayer weak? When is it?"

"Tomorrow," Drusilla said.

"Tomorrow's Halloween," Spike said. "Nothing happens on Halloween."

"Someone's come to change it all," Drusilla said walking away. "Someone new. One shall become two, the Impaler Prince. The stars are talking, Mars, Pluto, and a Bloody Moon."

Spike didn't truly understand the last bit, except the part about the Impaler Prince. Every vampire, and many humans, knew who the Impaler Prince was. He was the most powerful vampire in the world. This was certainly interesting.

The first rule of magic, which is written in ever magic text book ever devised, states in big bold block letters a simple command, "DO NOT MIX MAGICS!" There is a very simple reason for that- magical elements when mixed tend to react chaotically and uncontrollably. Teachers of the magical arts would tell you that using magic on top of an active Hellmouth is foolish in the extreme. Casting complicated rituals would be an invitation for disaster.

Ethan's shop was not directly on top of the Hellmouth (that honor fell to the high school library), but it was close enough. Ethan was a chaos mage. Chaos was by its very nature chaotic and uncontrollable, casting it on top of the Hellmouth was like setting a tornado loose on a nuclear power plant, it wasn't the smartest course of action. However, casting chaos magic when one didn't study the magics of the intended recipients could have very different results than intended.

Ethan knelt before a statue of Janus, the Roman god/goddess of Chaos embodied in the duality of all things. Janus had a male face on one side and a female face on the other, making her/him the perfect deity for complicated chaos rituals. Ethan had been working on this for years now; each item he sold had to be enchanted before he sold it. He was finally ready to complete the spell. It was three-thirty in the afternoon on Halloween.

Ethan pressed his hands together in prayer and winced as the magical enchantments cut into his palms. He pulled his hands apart and looked at the pools of blood flowing freely from the cuts before beginning his enchantment.

"The world that denies thee, thou inhabit," Ethan said to the statue. He dabbed the blood in his left hand with a finger from his right hand and smeared it over his right eyelid. "The peace that ignores thee," he repeated the process except with the blood from his right hand using his left hand finger and his left eyelid, "thou corrupt." He used his right hand finger and the left hand blood again to smear a cross onto his forehead, "Chaos. I remain, as ever, thy faithful, degenerate son."

Xander adjusted the collar of the suit and the fangs before ringing the doorbell of the Summers' home. He heard footsteps and Buffy opens the door.

He opens his mouth to say something but upon catching sight of Buffy he switches what he's about to say, "Buffy! Lady of Buffdom, Duchess of Buffonia, I am in awe! I completely renounce spandex! You look good enough to eat." He smirks, displaying his plastic fangs.

"Thank you, kind sir," Buffy says with a fake Victorian accent and a curtsy. "But wait till you see…" Willow comes down the stairs wearing a ghost costume which consists of a sheet with eyeholes and the word "Boo" written on it.

"Hi," Willow greeted, nervous.

"...Casper," Buffy continued.

"Hey, Will!" Xander said. "That's aaahhh fine boo you go there."

"So who are you tonight?" Willow asked.

"My great-great grandfather Vlad...as a vampire," Xander said with a smile.

"Don't make me get a stake, fang boy," Buffy said with a smile. "I still expect to have a nice veg-out session with Angel after we get the kids back to the school."

The three friends split apart at the school to find their groups. Xander looked around, but couldn't find his group. Larry the pirate came over and asked, "Where's your bodyguard, Harris? Curling her hair?"

He jumped at Xander, but Xander just rolled his eyes. "It's, Vlad, tonight. Don't make me get a pike."

"Oh, I'm so scared," Larry said running off.

A few minutes after Larry left Snyder came by with a group of kids, "Okay, Harris, this is your group."

"Okay, little monsters, I'm Vlad Harris, be good and I won't tie you to the goal posts," he said with a fanged smile. "Just kidding. Do you want to know how to sleaze extra candy? Yeah, of course you do, tears are the key. Tears will normally get you the double-bagger. You can also try the old 'you missed me' routine, but it's risky. Only go there for chocolate. Understand?"

The kids nodded happily, "Alright, little monsters, let's go get candy."

It was a little before six o'clock and Ethan was kneeling in front of the statue again, this time chanting the activation spell. As Janus, the goddess/god he was calling on for this spell was Roman in nature, Ethan chanted in Latin, "Janus, evoco vestram animam. Exaudi 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 is infinite power.)

"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!)

Xander felt a pulse as a strange wind blew through Sunnydale. "I don't like this."

The first sign of a mistake with the spell occurred to Ethan. The spell was only supposed to have a gentle spell wind associated with it and the statue's eyes were supposed to glow. A hurricane force wind ripped through the shop, blowing out the candles and knocking the chaos mage to the floor. The statue of Janus glowed with a sickly green light; and a third eye appeared, glowing, a hellfire red.

The second sign of the mistake occurred thousands of miles away in Hellsing manor in England. Alucard, the Hellsing's pet monster, was resting for the day in his basement room, when he felt the strange foreign magic rip through his being. A strong wind blew through the manor house, rustling papers in Sir Integra's study. An unholy screech was heard followed by a dark chuckle that grew to full blown laughter.

The third and final sign was Xander Harris doubling over in immense pain. For most, the change was a ripple and a feeling of displacement. For Xander, though, the change was happening at a molecular level. You see, Xander Harris' great-great grandfather "Vlad" was actually Vlad III Dracula, also known as Vlad Tepes or Vlad, the Impaler; also called, the Impaler Prince, but most commonly known as Dracula. Xander had a tiny bit of vampire blood in him already, and chaos latched onto it.

Xander's eyes bled and the irises turned a hellish red. His hair lengthened and darkened, blowing about in a non-existent breeze. The fake fangs popped out as real fangs grew in to replace them. He suddenly shot up from a respectable, if average, five foot nine to a stunning six foot ten. His muscles and bones shifted and strengthened, even as the last visages of baby fat disappeared. The crossbow that he had, collapsed, in the inside pocket of his cloak for a just-in-case weapon, shifted into a nickel plated .454 Casull.

Alucard stood and looked around the neighborhood. Little monsters ran around and terrorized others dressed in costume. It was obviously Halloween, but something had gone wrong. He removed the Casull from beneath his cloak and shot one of the monsters, right between the eyes. The others scattered even as the one he shot sprayed its brains all over the place.

"Ohmigod!" Willow said. "I'm a real ghost!" She heard the gunshot and turned toward the street to see the head of one of the child-monsters explode. "Xander?"

Willow came up behind Alucard and greeted him, scared out of her mind, "Xander!" He turned around pointing a very large hand gun at her, "It's me, Willow!"

"You seem to believe that I know you, Little Tree," Alucard said.

"Xander quit messing around. This is no time for jokes," Willow said.

"And you seem to be under the impression that I care," Alucard said.

"You don't know me?" Willow asked feeling incredibly hurt.

"If you don't want to be shot, I suggest leaving the area," Alucard said as he walked towards the screaming.

Willow jumped in front of him, "No, wait!"

Alucard ended up walking right through her, much to his surprise since he wasn't phasing at the time. "Little Tree Ghost?" he muttered.

"Xander, listen to me. I'm on your side, I swear! Something crazy is happening. I was dressed as a ghost for Halloween, a-and now I am a ghost." Realization dawned on her, "And you were supposed to be your great-great grandfather Vlad as a vampire, and now I… I-I guess you're really a vampire."

"You know my original name?" Alucard asked

A monster jumped out of a bush at them and Alucard fired his gun at it, blowing its head off.

"Ohmigod! You just killed a little kid!" Willow screamed.

"I killed a monster that was going to attack," Alucard said.

"They're little kids who dressed as monsters, whatever magic that caused me to become a ghost and you to become a vampire made them into monsters. Please don't kill them," Willow begged.

"You seem to be under the impression that I am a nice person," Alucard said.

"Please," Willow put on the puppy dog eyes. Alucard twitched, she reminded him of Lucy. "Please don't kill them."

"Very well," Alucard said, locking the safety back on the Casull and putting it away. He didn't have a lot of ammo anyway.

"We just need to find..." Willow turned to look around, "Buffy!"

Willow ran across the street where a woman, who looked very much like Mina, in a beautiful red dress, was hyperventilating. Another monster approached, but instead of shooting it, Alucard simply picked it up and threw it across the street.

"Buffy?" Willow asked after watching Xander deal with the monster. "She fainted."

The vampire rolled his eyes, "And you were expecting anything less? She is dressed as a noblewoman, eighteenth century, if I remember correctly, possibly early nineteenth. If you are telling the truth about people turning into their costumes, use your brain."

"Oh," Willow said. "Can you carry her? We should get her somewhere safe."

"And where would that be?" He asked, scooping the woman up as if she weighed no more than a feather.

"Where's the closest?" Willow thought out loud. "I know! We can go to Buffy's house, it's nearby, come on."

Alucard followed, carrying the girl, the girl ghost claimed to be her friend. The passed out noblewoman stirred in his arms and woke up, "Who are you?"

"Vlad Dracula, Prince of Wallachia," Alucard said. "And what is your name?"

"I am the Lady Elizabeth, your highness," she said.

He sat her down and she curtsied before her eyes shifted to look over his shoulder, and she screamed, "DEMON!"

He turned to see a car, "No, that is not a demon; however, that behind you, is." He picked up another little monster and threw him over the car and to the other side of the road.

"You are very strong, your highness," she said. "Thank you for rescuing me."

"Buffy?" Willow turned around at that moment and looked at her. "What year is it?"

"Seventeen seventy-five, I believe," Elizabeth/Buffy replied automatically.

"Lady Elizabeth, according to the little tree ghost, we are people who dressed in costumes and became other people," Alucard said. "What year is it, Little Tree?"

"Nineteen ninety-seven," she answered.

"You lie! You're a witch," Elizabeth hid behind Alucard, away from Willow.

"No, I'm not," Willow said, hurt. She knew this wasn't Buffy, but it still hurt.

"Come, we will get you to safety, and then you can think of reporting her to the vicar," Alucard said.

Elizabeth calmed down and followed the ghost witch and royal vampire to her own house, though she didn't remember it.

Alucard opened the door and looked around, "This place is empty."

"Hello? Mrs. Summers?" Willow called as she entered. "Good, she's gone."

Alucard shut the door as Lady Elizabeth entered and looked around at the strange place. Someone banged on the front door, but Alucard ignored it and turned to look at the noblewoman, "Where are we?" she asked.

"Your place," Willow answered, heading towards the front door to see who was knocking.

Elizabeth followed the ghost and Alucard followed her. She looked around the living room and saw a picture, "This could be me."

"It is you," Willow said. "Buffy, can't you remember at all?"

"No! I... I don't understand any of this! Uh, uh, th-...this is some other girl!" Elizabeth screamed frightened. "I would never wear this, that low apparel, and I don't like this place; and I don't like you, and I just want to go home!"

"And now I remember why noblewomen tended to make me irritable," the vampire muttered, too low for human hearing.

"You are home!" Willow asserted. Elizabeth was in tears, curled up on herself against the wall. Willow turned to Alucard and said, "She couldn't have dressed up like Xena?"

Alucard was about to ask who Xena was when a hand punched through the window. He punched through the window right back at the little monster. A woman screamed outside and he looked out, "Bigfoot might be an interesting fight."

He pulled out the Casull and phased through the front door. "Where are you going, your highness?" Elizabeth asked, but he was already gone.

"Yo, Sasquatch, leave the woman alone," Alucard said.

"Xander! Help me!" Cordelia screamed, running around the vampire and hiding.

"Go inside the house, girl, I'm going to play with Bigfoot a bit," Alucard said with a blood thirsty grin.

Cordelia squeaked and ran into the house.

"Cordelia!" Willow greeted.

"Wait a..." Cordelia said. "What's going on?"

"Okay, your name is Cordelia, you're not a cat, you're in high school, and we're your friends," Willow said. "Well, sort of."

"That's nice, Willow. And you went mental, when?" Cordelia asked.

"You know us?" Willow said, surprised.

"Yeah," Cordelia said. "Lucky me. What's with the name game?"

"A lot's going on," Willow said.

"No kidding," Cordelia said. "I was just attacked by Jo-Jo, the Dog-Faced Boy. Look at my costume! Do you really think that Partytown's gonna give me my deposit back? Not likely."

There was a gunshot and Alucard phased back through the wall. "That was more boring than I thought."

"Okay," Willow said, knowing that scolding the powerful vampire wouldn't work, so she moved on to the next objective. "You guys stay here while I get some help. If something tries to get in, just fight it off."

"Well, i-it's not our place to fight. Uh, surely some men will protect us," Elizabeth said.

"What's that riff?" Cordelia asked.

"I-it's like amnesia, okay?" Willow said. "They don't know who they are. Just sit tight."

"Who died and made her the boss?"

Willow walked through a wall. "She did," Alucard answered.

Alucard took a seat in an arm chair and broke down the Casull. He didn't have the proper cleaning tools, but it was better than twiddling his thumbs.

"Surely there's somewhere we can go. A safe haven," Elizabeth said.

"Little tree ghost recommended staying put," Alucard said. "And I'm perfectly happy to do so. If you want to, you can brave the world of demons by yourself."

"You would take orders from a woman?" Elizabeth asked. "A-are you feeble in some way?"

Alucard rolled his eyes, "You've seen me toss these demons and monsters as if they weigh little more than pillows and you think I'm feeble?"

"Well why else would a man take orders from a woman?" Elizabeth asked.

"Because she knows the lay of the land. I have never been here," Alucard said. "Maybe we do have amnesia."

"I don't know what that is, but I'm certain I don't have it. I bathe quite often!"

Alucard looked at the noblewoman and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Quit that, it's creepy," Cordelia said.

"This isn't a tea party, princess," Alucard finally said. "Sooner or later you're going to have to fight."

"Fight these low creatures? I'd sooner die," Elizabeth said.

"Then you'll die," Alucard said. "I can make it quick for you."

Just before Alucard got a chance to shoot the noblewoman, Angel came in.

"Oh, good! You guys are alright," Angel said. "It's total chaos out there."

"Demon trash," Alucard said, pointing the Casull at him.

At the same time that Elizabeth asked, "Who are you?"

"Don't shoot!" Angel said raising his arms in a classic surrender posture. "Someone tell me what's going on."

"They don't know who they are, everyone's turned into a monster, it's a whole big thing," Cordelia said. "How are you?"

"You know this demon trash, cat-girl?" Alucard asked.

"Yeah, this is Angel, the vampire with a soul," Cordelia said. "He's dating Buffy."

"Then you take care of the princess," Alucard said, putting the Casull away and tossing Elizabeth toward the demon. "And for your information, he's not a true vampire. He's demon trash, he can't go out in sunlight, he can't stand religious symbols, he can't stand silver, he can't regenerate his head, he can't live through a staking, he can't call even one familiar, he can't turn into mist, he can't turn into a bat, and he can't control an army of ghouls."

"And I suppose you can do all of that," Cordelia said.

"And more," Alucard said with a fanged grin.

Angel took Elizabeth into the kitchen and saw the door open, "I didn't leave the door open."

Angel headed towards the door to shut it when the basement door flew open and a vampire attacked Elizabeth. She tried to shut the door on it, but it didn't work and Angel grabbed the vampire and wrestled it.

"A stake!" Angel said.

"A what?"

"Get me a stake!"

Elizabeth grabbed a kitchen knife and turned to Angel. "Hurry up!" he turned from the fight, but his demon face was showing. Elizabeth screamed and ran out the door.

"Buffy, no!" Angel shouted.

Willow had gone to the library where she had no doubt Giles was. She saw her assumption had been correct, when she scared him by coming out of the wall. Once she had explained things, they began researching.

"I don't even know what I'm looking for," Willow said. "Plus, I can't turn the page."

"Well, alright, l-let's… let's, let's review," Giles said. "Um, so everybody became, uh, whatever they were masquerading as?"

"Right," Willow said. "Xander became his great-great grandfather Dracula, as a vampire, and Buffy became an 18th-century noblewoman."

"Xander's great-great grandfather is Dracula?" Giles felt so faint, he thought he would join Willow in ghost-dom.

"Apparently, he is. He said his grandfather's name was Vlad, and then 'Vlad' introduced himself as Dracula," Willow said. "Thing I don't get is, according to history, Vlad III Dracula ruled Wallachia back in the fifteenth century, yet he's only Xander's great-great grandfather."

"Oh dear," Giles said, pulling off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose.

"What's 'Oh dear'?" Willow asked, concerned.

"Well, whoever cast this spell already violated the first rule of magic," Giles said.

"And that is?"

"Don't mix magics," Giles said. "The fact it's a spell cast on top of the Hellmouth is not good. Casting this same spell on a Dhampir, no matter how far removed, can have untold results."


"Part-vampire, part-human," Giles said. "The only way Xander's great-great grandfather could be Dracula is if Dracula was already a vampire at the time. Or one of Dracula's offspring was a vampire."

"This is not of the good, I take it?"

"No, definitely not," Giles said.

"Back on topic," Willow said. "Cordelia didn't change."

"Really, is she in costume?"

"Yeah, she's wearing a cat costume...Wait, she told us she got her outfit from Partytown," Willow said.

"A-a-and everyone who changed, they-they-they, they acquired their costumes where?" Giles stuttered.

"We all got ours at a new place," Willow said. "Ethan's...Well, I assume that's where Xander got his costume. He was originally going to go as a soldier."

Elizabeth ran through an alley with Alucard following closely. The souled demon trash had said that Elizabeth ran off, so Alucard followed. She reminded him too much of Mina to let her become the meal of one of the stupid demon trash that populated this area.

"Are you sure she came this way?" Cordelia asked.

"No," Angel said.

"I can smell her," Alucard said.

"That's creepy on so many levels," Cordelia said.

"She'll be okay," Alucard said.

"Buffy would be okay," Angel said. "Whoever she is now, she's helpless. C'mon!"

Alucard decided not to correct him. He could see Elizabeth as well as smell her. He could be at her side in an instant.

Elizabeth looked around the alley, frightened. She remembered Alucard's words from earlier that evening and sniffled. She only managed a few more steps, before a pirate jumped out at her.

"Pretty, pretty!" the pirate said.

Elizabeth screamed and tried to run away only to run right into Alucard's chest. He pulled her behind him with one arm and lifted the Casull with the other, blowing the pirate's head off with a sneer.

"Hello! Anyone home?" Giles said, entering Ethan's Costume Shop with Willow.

"Giles..." Willow said, pointing to the partially open curtain to the backroom.

They both entered the backroom and saw the statue of Janus glowing with the red third eye.

"Janus, Roman mythical god," Giles said

"What does this mean?" Willow said.

"Primarily the division of self. Male and female, light and dark," Giles explained.

"Chunky and creamy," Ethan said walking from the shadows. "Oh, no, sorry; that's peanut butter."

Giles stared in mute shock, before finally getting two brain cells to spark a thought, as he commanded, "Willow, get out of here, now."

"But..." Willow tried to protest, but was cut off.

"Now!" she left, reluctantly.

"Hello, Ethan," Giles said with a shark's grin.

"Hello, Ripper," Ethan said with an equally shark-like grin.

"Buffy! Are you okay?" Cordelia asked, running up to the noblewoman and vampire. Angel followed Cordelia to the pair and looked at the remains of the pirate, a little green. Elizabeth, upon seeing Angel, ran behind a crate. "What's your deal? Take a pill!"

"He's- he's a vampire!" Elizabeth said, pointing.

"So am I, princess," Alucard said, "don't see you running from me."

"That's different, your highness," Elizabeth protested.

"It's okay," Cordelia said. "Angel is a good vampire. He would never hurt you."

"Really?" Elizabeth said.

"Absolutely, he's our friend."

"Guys!" Willow said, running towards the group.

"Willow!" Angel greeted.

"Guys, you gotta get inside," Willow said, looking behind her to see Spike and his gang.

"Oh, another piece of demon trash. This one smells like shit, too," Alucard purred.

"This way!" Angel said. "Find an open warehouse."

"Princess, follow the souled trash," Alucard said.

"Of course, your highness," Elizabeth said.

"I think I'm your opponent," Alucard said to Spike and his gang. "Do make it an enjoyable fight."

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

"I'm just surprised I didn't guess it was you. This Halloween stunt stinks of Ethan Rayne," Giles said.

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

"It's pure stupidity. If you did this in any other city it might have been interesting, but you ignored the first rule of magic when doing it here," Giles said.

"Oh, what would you know of magic; you turned your back on it," Ethan retorted.

"I know enough to know that you should NEVER cast Chaos magic on top of an active hellmouth, nor should you mix Chaos magic with the blood of a Tepes," Giles said.

"I did not mix my magic with Tepes blood," Ethan protested.

"Your spell changed the great-great grandson of Dracula into a replica of the Impaler Prince," Giles said in exasperation.

Ethan glanced at the bust with the red third eye; he never saw the punch coming.

Spike lunged at Alucard. The greased up blond vampire wanted to get this joker out of the way quickly. "Pity, I might have been able to enjoy this," Alucard said as he sidestepped and thrust his empty hand through Spike's chest.

The vampire, once known as William the Bloody, doubled over before dispersing into dust. Alucard leveled the Casull at the mini monsters, "Want to play?"

They fled.

Angel and the others entered one of the empty warehouses. "Just stay here," he said to Elizabeth as he looked for other ways into the warehouse other than the door he entered through.

"Oh, faboo, more clinging," Cordelia said as Elizabeth clung to the girl in the cat suit.

Ethan was sprawled on the floor, severely beaten, with Giles standing over him.

"And you said the Ripper was long gone," Ethan said.

"Tell me how to stop the spell," Giles said, hoping Xander would return to normal more than anything. That's all they needed- to have a nosferatu on the Hellmouth.

"Say 'pretty please'." Ethan sneered. Instead of a 'please', Ethan received a kick in the kidney.

Alucard walked through the wall, "I had really hoped that he would be more of a challenge."

"You dusted Spike?" Willow exclaimed.

"Is that what the blond demon trash called himself?"

"Now, tell me how to stop the spell," Giles commanded the bruised and bloodied Ethan.

"Janus, break its statue," Ethan said.

Giles lifted the statue and brought it crashing down on Ethan's head.

"That's for being an idiot," Giles said. "Now, where to hide the body?"

A ripple went through the warehouse, and Willow disappeared.

Buffy pulled the wig from her head, "Okay, never again am I going to dress up as princess helpless."

"You're back to normal," Cordelia said, happily. "Xander?"

They turn to find the great-great grandson of Vlad Dracula on the ground, in pain.

"Xander?" Buffy asked.

"Stay away," Xander gritted out.

"What's wrong?" Buffy said.

Xander looked up with red eyes, "I only regained my personality. I'm still a nosferatu."

"You guys remember what happened?" Cordelia asked, ignoring the fact that Xander was still a vampire.

"Yeah, I suddenly had my great-great grandfather's personality shoved down my throat."

"But you're still a vampire?"

"I think I should go talk to Giles," Xander said.

"Where's Willow?" Buffy asked.

"Probably went back to her body," Xander said.

"Well, nothing is ever going to be the same again," Cordelia muttered.

"That's the most cliché thing anyone has said tonight," Xander said.

"It's still true," Cordelia said.

Giles reached the library after disposing of the remains of Ethan Rayne. He was shocked to find Xander sitting at the "Scooby table".

"I take it you didn't change back," Giles said.

"What do you think?" Xander said quietly, looking at him with red eyes.

End Notes:

Regarding Height:
Xander appears to be about average as far as height goes. He's not exceptionally tall or exceptionally short. Alucard, on the other hand, is freakishly tall. By the anime (the 13 episode television series, not the OVAs), Alucard is perhaps three inches, at most, shorter than Anderson (who is freakishly tall and has to stoop to get out of a train).

Regarding Powers:
Xander will have all the powers Alucard has access to when the restrictions are released to level 0 (the highest level in the OVA and manga series); however, he will unlikely use all of these powers. He does, however, have all the memories of Alucard from his birth to that Halloween night. These memories, however, will be fleeting, but when they do come out they will effect Xander's personality. He won't suddenly start speaking Romanian or with a Transylvanian accent.

Regarding Spike and Ethan:
They are dead. Yes, this means Buffy Verse is now AU, but that's to be expected. Do not think, just because I killed off two of the series antagonists, that things are going to be a walk through the spring time gardens. I'm bringing Millennium into things two years early (in the Hellsing series FREAKS first appear in 1999, but this takes place in 1997).

Regarding Questions:
Please review, especially if you have a question. I cannot answer your confusion if I don't know what confuses you (or rewrite something to make things clearer). This is also an opportunity to correct my grammar and punctuation and tenses and everything else.