Xander sulked as he walked along the darkened streets. Here he was with Anya, his girlfriend, but he just couldn't seem to cheer up. He was exhausted. A week ago, he had begun a new job with a package delivery company, and man, was it hard work! Every day, he'd go to work and do all of this physical labor, and then come home to what? Anya moaning about them not spending enough time together. No, "Hi honey, how was your day?" It was simply the "I used to punish men just like you for treating their wives and girlfriends like yesterday's garbage" routine. Every night it was the same thing! Xander didn't know how much more of it he could take.
But here he was, walking towards Giles' to meet up with the gang. "Just me and my ex-demon," he muttered under his breath.
"XANDER!!! You're not even listening to me!" Anya shrieked. Xander jumped and looked at the girl with shame in his eyes. He hadn't been paying any attention to a word she had said. But then again, like she'd let him get in a word edgewise.
"I'm sorry, but huh???" Xander grumbled.
"That's it! You know what I realized today?" Anya turned to Xander with her hands on her hips.
"What? That Superman is a much better show than Days of Our Lives?"
"Puh-leese!" Anya rolled her eyes. "No, it's just that I have spent too many years of my life as a vengeance demon."
"And you're just now realizing this?" Xander began to wonder where Anya was going with all of this.
"I spent years simply granting the wishes of scorned women. It never occurred to me that some of these women were simply weak. But I'm not!" Her voice was rising. Warning bells went off in Xander's head.
"And that means what?" he questioned.
"Women don't always have to be the 'scorned,'" She continued. "Sometimes, they can be the 'scorners.'"
"Is that even a word?" Xander wondered out loud.
"Whatever!" Anya shrugged. "Xander, I'm breaking up with you. You annoy me. I deserve someone who will worship the ground I walk on. You don't qualify…good-bye." And with that, she walked off.
"What just happened here?" Xander rubbed his temples. He could feel the beginning of a killer headache coming on. Xander continued walking and began to rant. "What is it with me and women? Bug-lady, Mummy girl, Cordy? And now I'm not even good enough for an ex-demon? Oh please, like she was all that great. Worship the ground she walks on? Who does she think she is? Cordelia? I don't think so. Cordy was a much better kisser."
He stopped walking and looked up at the sky. The moon was a tiny sliver in the dark sky. "What I need is a girl who's perfect for me. Someone more like Buffy, but who actually likes me back." He shook his head in disgust with himself. "Yeah right, like this amazing person is going to just fall out of the sky." He chuckled and began to kick a rock along the path. He heard a noise and stopped suddenly. He quickly surveyed the area surrounding him, as years being the Slayer's sidekick had taught him. He looked deep into the shadows that stretched along the ground. And then he was knocked off his feet. By something that fell on him…. from above.