Bad Sister, Baby Sister
By Smallory
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot, the children, and Anya's sister.
Summary: AU. Before Anya became a vengeance demon, her younger sister mysteriously disappeared...or did she become one of D'Hoffryn's demons who avenged younger siblings? Over a thousand years later, she shows up in Sunnydale and grants Anya and Xander's youngest child a wish.
A/N: I'm going to explain what exactly happened to cause Sally, Anya's younger sister, to become a vengeance demon later on in the fic.
Also: This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I'm the youngest of all my siblings. ::cough:: ::cough::
Chapter 1
D'Hoffryn put his hand on the shoulder of one of his most revered vengeance demons. At the age of ten, she had performed a mind-blowing spell. At such a young age, she showed such contempt...and stubbornness that he felt compelled to make her the offer of avenging younger siblings. He refused to admit it, but D'Hoffryn did treat her with particular care.
"Now, now, Salukjta. At least consider my warning. Sunnydale is not a place where--"
She rolled her eyes and turned to face her boss, "You don't know the kind of pain that so many are feeling--the need for vengeance is overwhelming," she persisted.
D'Hoffryn sighed and shook his head, "I understand. I can sense the same urgency, but there are other places you can go. Scotland, for instance, is in dire need of your avenging services."
"When you gave me this job, you said I would be righting whichever wrongs I desire for those who experience the same treatment as I have. I feel it in Sunnydale," Salukjta argued.
"Just remember, your powers are a gift. You lose them, and they will not be restored," with a half smile and wave of her arm, the tiny vengeance demon disappeared.
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"I'm not a child. I'm over a thousand years old and he treats me as though I'm an incompetent, little brat..." Salukjta murmured as she walked through Sunnydale's elementary school, looking quite miserable.
Her back was hunched over because of the large backpack, she had a lunch pail in her hand, she wore braids in her hair that were far too tight, and she had to wear a plaid jumper and Mary Jane's because mothers always insisted their children look their best for the first day of school. The price you paid to right wrongs wasn't cheap.
She mentally scoffed at the children that surrounded her. Those ignorant, little children with their singing and their playing and their laughing. They knew nothing of the world. They couldn't sweet talk their way through things like she could...
"Hi," she walked up to a teacher, and shot her a coy smile, "I'm new here. Could you please help me?"
The teacher smiled back at her, "Why of course. What's your name, sweetheart?"
Her name changed every place she went, "Sally. I'm in the fourth grade class. My teacher's name is Mrs. Butler."
The teacher's smile broadened, "Well, it just so happens that I'm Mrs. Butler."
Sally smiled back at her, and followed the teacher into the classroom.
"Sally. That's a very uncommon name," she stated.
"Yes..." she said with a tinge of sadness in her voice.
"But it's a very beautiful name," Mrs. Butler added quickly.
"Thank you," Sally shot her a sweet smile that she knew melted hearts...especially the older females of the species like Mrs. Butler.
"I put name tags on all the seats, so you'll know where you sit. We have a couple minutes until class starts...Josie!" Mrs. Butler called across the room and a head shot up, "Could you come here for a moment?"
"I'll have Josie show you around. I've had all of her older siblings...they're all quite charming, to say the least."
Sally watched Josie put her brightly colored comic books in a voice- activated lock diary. Something about the way she moved was familiar, comforting, and extremely bothersome.
"Sally, this is Harper--"
"I'm Josie," she corrected.
"Right, sorry. I can't keep all the Harris' kids straight sometimes," she laughed, while Josie glared, "Sally, this is Josie. Josie, Sally's new here and I'd like for you to show her around our school, if you don't mind."
Before Josie could even consider declining, Mrs. Butler walked away from the two.
"You're staring at me in a peculiar fashion. Please stop," Josie commanded.
"Are you going to show me around?"
"Yes," Josie said quickly, and exited the classroom with Sally close behind.
"So...you have a lot of brothers ands sisters?" Sally pried, "I have an older sister and she can be a butt hole..."
"My brother is in college and my sisters are in high school. This is the bathroom," she pointed to the in front of them door.
"Right...so, do any of your siblings do anything that annoys you?" the vengeance demon pushed the subject further.
"Oh, yes. My sisters spend lots of time in the bathroom and I was the one who came up with the idea that the United States should convert to the Euro- -not Harper," Josie stopped in front of another room, "This is the art room."
"I hate copy cats. Don't you just wish that your sister would just fall off a cliff and land into a pool filled with killer sharks?"
"Sometimes, but then I couldn't blackmail her...even though my other sister says that blackmail doesn't benefit society and that if people didn't use blackmail as their main source of income we wouldn't have to convert to the Euro in order to get the most of our money."
"That's interesting...You know what I hate?" Sally tried to get her back on the topic.
"No, I barely know you," was Josie's reply.
"I hate when my sister gets my parents to let her do anything she wants. She gets to stay up later than me and dye her hair," she started her signature "my parents love my older sibling more than me" routine, "Don't you hate that?"
"Yes."
It seemed as thought Josie was going to be one of the difficult ones, but Sally could feel her pain. She was screaming on the inside. Sally was going to get her to make a wish no matter how hard she tried.
"I think I've seen you before. Where do you live?"
"I live by the park."
"Me too!" the miniature vengeance demon tried to sound as excited as possible, only to have Josie be taken aback by her exclamation.
"Do you want to walk home together?" Sally asked in a calmer tone.
"I have swim practice an hour after school..." Josie started to walk up a set of stairs that would lead them to Mrs. Butler's room.
"You like to swim?" Sally tried to sound as interested as possible.
"Yes. I'm on the swim team, therefore, I enjoy the swimming," Josie smiled brightly, the statement reminding her of the way her father spoke.
"Would you mind if I came with you? You know, just to see if I could join?" Sally tried to sound timid.
"I don't mind," Josie smiled brightly, opening the classroom door.
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"I like your backpack. It's pink. That's my favorite color," Josie said with great enthusiasm. Ever since Sally found a way to get Josie to open up, she found that everything the girl said she said with cheerfulness.
Sally forced herself to smile, "Thank you."
For no visible reason, Josie started running down the sidewalk. Confused, Sally looked around and then took off after the fourth grader.
"Daddy!" she threw herself at Xander. If she hadn't had such a small build, she could have caused some damage.
"Jos!" he gave her a tiny hug and set her back on the ground. He pushed some stray dark brown hairs out of her face.
Sally finally reached the front lawn of the Harris household, panting.
Xander turned to give her a polite smile, "And who might this fine, young lady be?"
"This is Sally," Josie continued to beam at him. She admired her father greatly, "She's new and wanted to come to swim practice 'cause she might be joining."
Xander's grin widened, "Well, I--"
He was cut off by the voice of a teenage girl, "DAD! ROBBIE'S EATING ALL THE FOOD!"
"No, I'm not!" an outraged voice called back.
"YES, HE IS!" she shouted again, "We can't afford to support your addictions!" she directed at Robbie.
"Addiction!?" he questioned, this time even more outraged.
Josie looked back at Sally, seemingly unaffected by the shouts, "C'mon," she headed into the house, following her father.
Sally walked behind her cautiously, not sure she wanted to go into that house.
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Sooo...what did you think? Did it suck? Was it decent? Completely confused? Review to tell me! I really want to know if anyone's going to be reading. I know, I ended at a weird place, but it felt right.
Also, I'm only going to refer to Salukjta as such when she's in demon form.
By Smallory
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot, the children, and Anya's sister.
Summary: AU. Before Anya became a vengeance demon, her younger sister mysteriously disappeared...or did she become one of D'Hoffryn's demons who avenged younger siblings? Over a thousand years later, she shows up in Sunnydale and grants Anya and Xander's youngest child a wish.
A/N: I'm going to explain what exactly happened to cause Sally, Anya's younger sister, to become a vengeance demon later on in the fic.
Also: This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I'm the youngest of all my siblings. ::cough:: ::cough::
Chapter 1
D'Hoffryn put his hand on the shoulder of one of his most revered vengeance demons. At the age of ten, she had performed a mind-blowing spell. At such a young age, she showed such contempt...and stubbornness that he felt compelled to make her the offer of avenging younger siblings. He refused to admit it, but D'Hoffryn did treat her with particular care.
"Now, now, Salukjta. At least consider my warning. Sunnydale is not a place where--"
She rolled her eyes and turned to face her boss, "You don't know the kind of pain that so many are feeling--the need for vengeance is overwhelming," she persisted.
D'Hoffryn sighed and shook his head, "I understand. I can sense the same urgency, but there are other places you can go. Scotland, for instance, is in dire need of your avenging services."
"When you gave me this job, you said I would be righting whichever wrongs I desire for those who experience the same treatment as I have. I feel it in Sunnydale," Salukjta argued.
"Just remember, your powers are a gift. You lose them, and they will not be restored," with a half smile and wave of her arm, the tiny vengeance demon disappeared.
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"I'm not a child. I'm over a thousand years old and he treats me as though I'm an incompetent, little brat..." Salukjta murmured as she walked through Sunnydale's elementary school, looking quite miserable.
Her back was hunched over because of the large backpack, she had a lunch pail in her hand, she wore braids in her hair that were far too tight, and she had to wear a plaid jumper and Mary Jane's because mothers always insisted their children look their best for the first day of school. The price you paid to right wrongs wasn't cheap.
She mentally scoffed at the children that surrounded her. Those ignorant, little children with their singing and their playing and their laughing. They knew nothing of the world. They couldn't sweet talk their way through things like she could...
"Hi," she walked up to a teacher, and shot her a coy smile, "I'm new here. Could you please help me?"
The teacher smiled back at her, "Why of course. What's your name, sweetheart?"
Her name changed every place she went, "Sally. I'm in the fourth grade class. My teacher's name is Mrs. Butler."
The teacher's smile broadened, "Well, it just so happens that I'm Mrs. Butler."
Sally smiled back at her, and followed the teacher into the classroom.
"Sally. That's a very uncommon name," she stated.
"Yes..." she said with a tinge of sadness in her voice.
"But it's a very beautiful name," Mrs. Butler added quickly.
"Thank you," Sally shot her a sweet smile that she knew melted hearts...especially the older females of the species like Mrs. Butler.
"I put name tags on all the seats, so you'll know where you sit. We have a couple minutes until class starts...Josie!" Mrs. Butler called across the room and a head shot up, "Could you come here for a moment?"
"I'll have Josie show you around. I've had all of her older siblings...they're all quite charming, to say the least."
Sally watched Josie put her brightly colored comic books in a voice- activated lock diary. Something about the way she moved was familiar, comforting, and extremely bothersome.
"Sally, this is Harper--"
"I'm Josie," she corrected.
"Right, sorry. I can't keep all the Harris' kids straight sometimes," she laughed, while Josie glared, "Sally, this is Josie. Josie, Sally's new here and I'd like for you to show her around our school, if you don't mind."
Before Josie could even consider declining, Mrs. Butler walked away from the two.
"You're staring at me in a peculiar fashion. Please stop," Josie commanded.
"Are you going to show me around?"
"Yes," Josie said quickly, and exited the classroom with Sally close behind.
"So...you have a lot of brothers ands sisters?" Sally pried, "I have an older sister and she can be a butt hole..."
"My brother is in college and my sisters are in high school. This is the bathroom," she pointed to the in front of them door.
"Right...so, do any of your siblings do anything that annoys you?" the vengeance demon pushed the subject further.
"Oh, yes. My sisters spend lots of time in the bathroom and I was the one who came up with the idea that the United States should convert to the Euro- -not Harper," Josie stopped in front of another room, "This is the art room."
"I hate copy cats. Don't you just wish that your sister would just fall off a cliff and land into a pool filled with killer sharks?"
"Sometimes, but then I couldn't blackmail her...even though my other sister says that blackmail doesn't benefit society and that if people didn't use blackmail as their main source of income we wouldn't have to convert to the Euro in order to get the most of our money."
"That's interesting...You know what I hate?" Sally tried to get her back on the topic.
"No, I barely know you," was Josie's reply.
"I hate when my sister gets my parents to let her do anything she wants. She gets to stay up later than me and dye her hair," she started her signature "my parents love my older sibling more than me" routine, "Don't you hate that?"
"Yes."
It seemed as thought Josie was going to be one of the difficult ones, but Sally could feel her pain. She was screaming on the inside. Sally was going to get her to make a wish no matter how hard she tried.
"I think I've seen you before. Where do you live?"
"I live by the park."
"Me too!" the miniature vengeance demon tried to sound as excited as possible, only to have Josie be taken aback by her exclamation.
"Do you want to walk home together?" Sally asked in a calmer tone.
"I have swim practice an hour after school..." Josie started to walk up a set of stairs that would lead them to Mrs. Butler's room.
"You like to swim?" Sally tried to sound as interested as possible.
"Yes. I'm on the swim team, therefore, I enjoy the swimming," Josie smiled brightly, the statement reminding her of the way her father spoke.
"Would you mind if I came with you? You know, just to see if I could join?" Sally tried to sound timid.
"I don't mind," Josie smiled brightly, opening the classroom door.
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"I like your backpack. It's pink. That's my favorite color," Josie said with great enthusiasm. Ever since Sally found a way to get Josie to open up, she found that everything the girl said she said with cheerfulness.
Sally forced herself to smile, "Thank you."
For no visible reason, Josie started running down the sidewalk. Confused, Sally looked around and then took off after the fourth grader.
"Daddy!" she threw herself at Xander. If she hadn't had such a small build, she could have caused some damage.
"Jos!" he gave her a tiny hug and set her back on the ground. He pushed some stray dark brown hairs out of her face.
Sally finally reached the front lawn of the Harris household, panting.
Xander turned to give her a polite smile, "And who might this fine, young lady be?"
"This is Sally," Josie continued to beam at him. She admired her father greatly, "She's new and wanted to come to swim practice 'cause she might be joining."
Xander's grin widened, "Well, I--"
He was cut off by the voice of a teenage girl, "DAD! ROBBIE'S EATING ALL THE FOOD!"
"No, I'm not!" an outraged voice called back.
"YES, HE IS!" she shouted again, "We can't afford to support your addictions!" she directed at Robbie.
"Addiction!?" he questioned, this time even more outraged.
Josie looked back at Sally, seemingly unaffected by the shouts, "C'mon," she headed into the house, following her father.
Sally walked behind her cautiously, not sure she wanted to go into that house.
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Sooo...what did you think? Did it suck? Was it decent? Completely confused? Review to tell me! I really want to know if anyone's going to be reading. I know, I ended at a weird place, but it felt right.
Also, I'm only going to refer to Salukjta as such when she's in demon form.