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http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-27536-5/“You’re seriously bringing your best battleaxe and The Shovel?” Faith asked a few days later as she watched Xander start to pack his things for the trip to New York.
“Aunt Tisha asked for The Shovel the last time I talked to her on the phone. Wednesday reminded me to bring the battleaxe,” Xander explained with a shrug.
“Okay, I kind of get the first with this dude marrying her little girl and all, but why would your cuz’ want you to be armed?” Faith asked.
“Other than her appreciation for all things sharp and deadly in general? She’s heard the stories of my aborted wedding to Ahn. I’m under strict orders “to eviscerate any demon stupid enough to interfere with the wedding,” I think were her exact words,” Xander replied.
“Didn’t think your extended family was into our side of things, X,” Faith commented.
“They’re not. Not exactly, anyway. They don’t deal with demons as a rule, although I do have quite a few people that can use different kinds of mojo in various branches of the family tree. The best I can explain it is that long before there were a bunch of emo kids and wannabes trying to be dark and gothic out there, there were certain very old families that were dark and odd naturally. The Addamses and the Frumps are two of those families. It’s like a whole sub-culture two steps to the left of normal, but they stay so insular to each other that the strange stuff IS normal to them and we’d seem off somehow,” Xander explained.
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