Chapter Eleven - Conversation
Where is everything? The torturers, the steaming pits of blood? Why am I in a cave? Anya had remembered how to think, but couldn't control the why's and where's. Although all she could see was the blurred vision of a cave, she'd worked out that she was finally being resurrected. Memory after memory had been flooded slowly through to her mind; she started to remember everything in her life, even the really unimportant things. But, as quickly as they came. They left.
It was 8pm, the brand new 'TV time' where'd they gather in front of Giles small inch screen and view any movie or program they wanted, although it was more like a time to socialise and eat the entire contents of the fridge. They all knew what they were missing, but right now the only thing that mattered was Anya.
"You can't control a dormant slayer you know, she'll only last for a couple of-" Anya was interrupted by the sudden slam of wood and flower pots. Giles rushed into the room,
"I can't find her anywhere". Everyone had there turn, searching for the mysterious witch who'd appeared earlier that day, but none had reached success. Still gripping the edge of the sofa and peering at only the worried figure of the slayer, Anya couldn't control what she was saying or when she'd say it.
"Thinks she's special, I wasn't tortured that bad, just a little while she was gallivanting around heaven or course, just my luck." Each distant word forced out of her mouth like the rejection of raw syrup. The only thing Xander could do was grip onto her hand and wash the deep slits in her face calmly with a damp clothe- Willow had decided to check the spell instead. Although Buffy was the only other person in the group to ever be resurrected, she felt as far away from Anya than anyone else.
"What's she saying? Why won't she stop staring at me" She questioned. Ever since the disappearance of Evalder, they'd been left to wonder about Anya's condition and the strange origin of the witch: alone. Even though his reputation of being an incredibly clever man, Giles had to pause a moment to think of an answer.
However, Xander had already thought of this. "Because you've been resurrected too? Because she keeps babbling on about slayers? Because she'll never be the same again!" The last comment unleashed the stress, anxiety and despair inside his restless body, he lurched from the comfort of his lover and retreated to the privacy of his room. Just moments after his exit, tear after tear dropped and thrived from the red worn eyes upon Anya's distressed face. She was defiantly crying, but there was no sound or expression to indicate it- just tears.
"they used to say the prince will always find his princess; dead or alive" Too anyone but Buffy, this was just another strange statement from the lost resurrected soul, but Buffy knew deep down that she was talking about Xander not being able to find her before making a speedy exit from the swallowed town of Sunnydale.