Title: She's Reading Dracula
Author: Anya-Jenkins
Summary: Just Xander/Anya Niceness…Well, it's kinda like this: Anya was never a vengeance demon, but went to Sunnydale High, just like Willow, Xander and Buffy. This takes place in the summer vacation between seasons one and two. Trying to keep Anya's characteristics the same – ish. Well the bluntness anyhoo
Disclaimer: All hail the might Joss etc etc etc blah blah blah
Authors Note: Italics identifies Xander's thoughts. Underlined are Anya's
This is my first fic. And bear in mind while you read it that it has been made up on the spot and I got the idea to write this just from the line 'Dracula, She's reading Dracula, that was all. So it was like a challenge, but for myself. Write an A/X story, requirements: "Dracula, s/he's reading Dracula…. Tis only first chapter but PLZZZ R&R I need to know so i can make better challenges for myself in the future.
Xander tried not to look. No way. Don't fall into that trap again Harris. It was hard, possibly one f the hottest girls he had ever seen was sunbathing on a lounger across the pool. She is Hot, although, that could be a very bad thing. Every other hot woman I've fallen for has either tried to kill me or break my heart. Or both.
She looked up and smiled. Oh No. Not a smile! That's like the one thing I can't avoid. Now I have to talk to her.
Trying to act casual he walked around the pool to the bar, getting another bottle of coke, he headed over to where she lay reading. Xander was wishing Willow were here right about now. He always asked her for advice on girls. He laughed, funny isn't it, that one day you'll worry about a girl you want, and the next you're worried about the vampire that wants to sink it's teeth into your jugular.
Thinking of something, anything to start up a conversation with her, Xander's mind was failing him. Her book! What is it? I can pretend I read… inconspicuously glancing at the book cover, Xander suppressed the urge to laugh. Dracula, She's reading Dracula. No way that was coincidence. Vampires, thank you lord, Vampires I can talk about. Now if he could just think of a witty joke to go with it…..
"I hear they really suck at summer sports" he quipped, praying she had a good sense of humour.
"Oh I don't know. It's not like they've been given a fair chance. I bet they'd excel in shadow-diving, or deep blood diving" she retorted with a giggle. "So, who are you? Van Helsing?"
"Not in the slightest. Unless he's really cool and handsome, in which case, yes. I'm Xander. Harris"
"Anya Jenkins, good to meet a guy with a good sense of humour and who knows his vampires." He's really cute, I bet he's a great kisser. "So…. buy me a drink?"
"Ah, a lady that knows what she wants…but of course mon chéri."
"Merci vraiment monsieur. Je serais honor
"Ok, I pretty much used up my French vocabulary with mon chéri" Anya just laughed, which he took as a good sign. As Anya pondered over the various non-alhoholic flings the bar served, Xander checked her out. She was pretty. Her eyes were a chocolate brown colour and they looked so kind, her nose was small and cute, like a rabbits might be. And her mouth was just…perfect, she didn't seem to use any make up at all, like a lot of girls Xander knew. His eyes lingered over the rest of her body that her pink bikini showed off, she wasn't horribly skinny like all the other anorexic girls he knew, he could tell she had good appetite, he was beginning to like her more and more by the second. She seemed to know what a good time was. "Decided?" he asked her when it looked like she was done looking.
"Yes," she turned to the bartender. "I'll have a strawberry surprise please." She had known what drink she wanted for a while. So she took the time to look at Xander. He seemed like a fun loving guy. Definitely lickable. She'd definitely like to see more of him. "Are you going to the bronze later on?"
"I guess, it's not like there's anything else to do around here. You?"
"Yeah. Wanna go together?"
"You're pretty forwards. I like that."
"Well there's no point in not saying what you think. 'Cause you might die, and then you'll never get to say it, especially in Sunnydale"
"Hmmmmm, good theory. Ok, I'll go with you. Where do you live? I'll pick you up, about 8.30"
"Here" She said, handing him a napkin with her writing on "that's my address and telephone number, if anything happens, call me."
After sitting and talking for a while. Anya wrapped a sarong around herself and Xander pulled on a shirt. "I'll drive you home" he told her, showing her to his car.
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Eight thirty and he pulls up to the house he was at only hours ago. There's no reason he should feel nervous, especially over a girl he just met. A beautiful girl, he mentally corrected. He knocked on the door.