Author's Notes: What's up peeps? Okay this is my collection of short tales surrounding those old Buffy season 6 promos that aired on UPN. I thought they were very interesting, therein lies these stories regarding them and how the Scoobs went on without Buffy pre-season 6. Ok, enough chatter lol, please enjoy and tell me what you think!
"If she was here right now, I know she'd tell us how proud she is of us. She'd say 'Yay, you guys! Fighting evil without me.' That's what she'd say. You know...if her vocal cords aren't all decomposed and stuff…"- Anya
Frightened and very agitated, a young woman began running with all her might down the damp yet desolate graveyard; all the while, screaming for her life. Clad in a lovely white gown with her shimmering black hair matching the night, her locks stuck to her sweat adorned face as she ran at her brisk tempo. It was hot as hell, just as any other summer night in Sunnydale would be, thus making her race unbearable against the scorching and muggy air.
Right behind the young woman was none other than a seemingly newly revived vampire. Fresh from the grave, he was tall and had on a mud covered tuxedo. His game face was on, and had that familiar longing for blood; a deep thirst for it that would quench the appetite of any other vampire.
Yet as the vampire was busy chasing the girl, he received a really rude awakening once he was hit with a harsh kick. Falling backwards, the vamp knocked his head against a tombstone while the chased girl watched in confusion. Looking around, she noticed her rescuer and breathed a sigh of relief after she had taken the glance. However, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up once she realized a set of hands touched her arms and pulled her to a safe distance.
Still, the vampire's attacker was a beautiful and blonde-haired woman of average height. Armed with a wooden stake in her hand, she had stood in front of the fallen vampire, with her shadow encompassing him. In that same instant, the blonde woman clutched her leg and started grumbling incoherent words in her moment of pain.
"Damn that kick hurt. Buffy used to make it look so easy." Anya said as she kept feeling the constant throbbing as she patted her leg. Giving a cursory glance to the neighboring grave, Anya watched as her fiancée Xander Harris tended to the girl who was being chased. Still deeply puzzled, the girl turned and gave an iffy smile to Xander.
"Thank you for helping me. Really, thanks!" the girl told Xander, who also was armed with his own stake. Returning her gratitude with a wry smile, Xander just raised the stake a little bit and looked at her.
"Well miss it's all in a night's work for your friendly, neighborhood vampire hunters! You might wanna leave right now." Xander told her as he ushered her toward a way out the graveyard. Pacing over to Anya as he watched the girl dash out the area, he placed his hands caringly on her shoulders as she acknowledged him.
"Wow, making a vampire fall flat on his ass without any help? Who knew that I'm marrying Anya the vampire slayer?" Xander lightly chuckled as Anya retained her seriousness.
"No, more like who knew you were marrying Anya the scared ex-vengeance demon who's about to get her butt kicked by a ticked off vampire." Anya began to ramble as she locked eyes with the undead brute. Slowly regaining back his balance and making his way back upward, the vampire had went and charged for the couple.
"Anya watch out!" Xander said pushing her out of harm's way, once the vampire made the tackle. Bracing himself for a collision, Xander took the demon head on and the two began wrestling with one another on the ground. Rolling around in the springy grass, Xander and the vampire struggled with one another as Anya tried to regain her senses.
Creeping over toward the two as their wrestling match was imbued with shadow from the hovering trees, Anya could not make heads or tails of which was her lover and who was the creature.
"Okay, this is kinda messed up…" Anya spoke under her breath as she watched the confrontation.
"Anya stake him! Now!" Xander yelled from the ground as his perplexed fiancée tried to differentiate.
"Xander, I can't see you! My vision is all wonky!" she cried as she stepped toward the two. But, Anya just closed her eyes, held the wooden stake firmly and staked whoever she saw that was on top; once she heard Xander's familiar wailing, she cursed herself.
"Dammit! Xander, I am so sorry!" Anya quickly muttered.
However, she could not get a word out of Xander once the vampire had rose from his position on the grass. Thinking rather quickly, Anya mustered up all her might and punched the demon in his face. Fortunately, the vampire had reared back from her assault and toppled over Xander who waited to trip him. Jumping over Xander, Anya went to the creature's side and hastily drove the stake through its heart. Once she heard the scream and saw it dissipate into dust, she sighed and helped Xander back up to his feet.
Going for a stretch and then flinching, Xander remembered the back piercing Anya gave him previously. She touched the small hole in his shoulder blade area, and felt the droplets of warm crimson as they leaked onto his blue shirt and her hand. Xander gave a huff as he turned back to Anya.
"Ah, now I know how Angel felt." Xander sarcastically joked as he enveloped Anya in a tight little embrace. They kissed one another passionately, until Anya was freed of his arms.
"Well, we should go home. I think we staked our quota of vampires for tonight." Anya said as she and Xander began to place their stakes back in their respective bag which was strapped to her back.
"You know were not too far from…her…her grave. Can we just check it out before we go to the car?" Xander questioned her with a hopeful glint in his eye.
"Sure we can. I mean it's not like she'll mind, you know she's to busy with the being dead and whatnot." Anya said with a serious expression on her face as Xander looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I love your way with words hon." Xander said as he and Anya made their way to a known place within the graveyard sanctuary. There were no vampires in sight nor were there any other supernatural threats looming at that moment. They walked for about six minutes in silence as they finally made their way to the grave they looked for. The moonlight struck the headstone, and it clearly read,
BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS
1981-2001
BELOVED SISTER
DEVOTED FRIEND
SHE SAVED THE WORLD
A LOT
For a moment, both Anya and Xander looked at one another. Once again, Xander wrapped his arm around Anya; who this time rested her head in his shoulder. Instantly Xander became a bit misty eyed as Anya watched him form the tears in the corner of his eyes. Though she wasn't crying, Xander's tear warmed her heart a bit. Still, she felt something fall to the pit of her stomach as well. Now coming closer to the grave, Xander just touched the headstone and looked toward the sky. Simply, he muttered a regular greeting any time he was in her presence.
"Hey, Buff."
-Xtreme Slayer
