A while later, Anya and Xander sat on a couch at his apartment. Xander had just completed telling her what he knew.
"So, you're saying that you used to look like Willow?"
"In that life, yeah. Weird, huh?"
Anya replied nonchalantly, "Not really, it's common. In fact, I've used it as a curse on men, where they spend their next life as a woman. But there has been people who were fathers in one life, and daughters in another."
"Ok… so anyway, what does that mean for now? Why us?"
She shrugged, and replied, still in an even tone, "Maybe revenge for your death? If you look at it, it'd be self-defense."
Xander stared at her in horror. He then slowly asked, "Anya, you are not suggesting that I should kill Willow, are you?"
"Why not? She already tried to hurt Dawn. She put all of us under a forgetting spell, and she killed you."
He closed his eyes, and held up a hand to stop her. He inhaled a breath, opened his eyes, and said, "Ok: A) that was during her bad magic power trip, which is over now. B) That was in another life, and I don't know if it was her, or him, or whatever." He ran his hand through his hair, "God, this is confusing."
"Past lives usually are." She added angrily, "Now, I'm not going to let her ruin our wedding by killing you."
"She's not going to kill me!" Xander got up, and started pacing. "I mean, this is Willow, we're talking about! My best friend, my other half, my l…" He broke off, realizing what he was about to say. His startled eyes slowly turned to gaze back at Anya.
She angrily stood up, and yelled in his face accusingly, "I knew it! You were about to say love, weren't you? She could kill you, and you love her! I thought something was odd with your icy feet. You didn't really want to marry me, do you?"
Xander grabbed her shoulders, "Anya, I do love you, and I asked you to marry me because I want to. Like I said before, this whole cold feet business is just because I'm so afraid of something going wrong. I've never had good luck in relationships, and I just want it to work out for once."
"But you love her." She insisted, her eyes flashing with barely contained anger and hurt at someone who she had loved more than her own life.
"I do, as a friend." But his tone seemed hesitant, and he paused in thought. *Wait, but all that stuff was a fluke. Hormones going into overdrive, and she's gay now anyway. Right?* He wasn't sure of anything anymore, especially with this supposed past life he had . After all, they had been married, and had loved each other then. Why not now?
Anya stared at him, and tears started forming in her eyes, "No, not as a friend. You love her." She then grabbed her left hand, and wrested the engagement ring off her finger. She threw it at him, "Fine, give her this then! And when she does kill you, I'll come to your funeral, and I'll laugh!" Her lips quivered as she yelled, "I will! I'll laugh, and say I told you so! I'll be there with Cordelia, and we'll both be laughing at you! The idiot who dumped us both for the same woman!" She slapped him, and then ran out, crying.
"Anya, wait!" He called out to her, and ran out into the hallway after her. But she was gone. He went back inside his apartment, and sunk onto the couch.
"So, you're saying that you used to look like Willow?"
"In that life, yeah. Weird, huh?"
Anya replied nonchalantly, "Not really, it's common. In fact, I've used it as a curse on men, where they spend their next life as a woman. But there has been people who were fathers in one life, and daughters in another."
"Ok… so anyway, what does that mean for now? Why us?"
She shrugged, and replied, still in an even tone, "Maybe revenge for your death? If you look at it, it'd be self-defense."
Xander stared at her in horror. He then slowly asked, "Anya, you are not suggesting that I should kill Willow, are you?"
"Why not? She already tried to hurt Dawn. She put all of us under a forgetting spell, and she killed you."
He closed his eyes, and held up a hand to stop her. He inhaled a breath, opened his eyes, and said, "Ok: A) that was during her bad magic power trip, which is over now. B) That was in another life, and I don't know if it was her, or him, or whatever." He ran his hand through his hair, "God, this is confusing."
"Past lives usually are." She added angrily, "Now, I'm not going to let her ruin our wedding by killing you."
"She's not going to kill me!" Xander got up, and started pacing. "I mean, this is Willow, we're talking about! My best friend, my other half, my l…" He broke off, realizing what he was about to say. His startled eyes slowly turned to gaze back at Anya.
She angrily stood up, and yelled in his face accusingly, "I knew it! You were about to say love, weren't you? She could kill you, and you love her! I thought something was odd with your icy feet. You didn't really want to marry me, do you?"
Xander grabbed her shoulders, "Anya, I do love you, and I asked you to marry me because I want to. Like I said before, this whole cold feet business is just because I'm so afraid of something going wrong. I've never had good luck in relationships, and I just want it to work out for once."
"But you love her." She insisted, her eyes flashing with barely contained anger and hurt at someone who she had loved more than her own life.
"I do, as a friend." But his tone seemed hesitant, and he paused in thought. *Wait, but all that stuff was a fluke. Hormones going into overdrive, and she's gay now anyway. Right?* He wasn't sure of anything anymore, especially with this supposed past life he had . After all, they had been married, and had loved each other then. Why not now?
Anya stared at him, and tears started forming in her eyes, "No, not as a friend. You love her." She then grabbed her left hand, and wrested the engagement ring off her finger. She threw it at him, "Fine, give her this then! And when she does kill you, I'll come to your funeral, and I'll laugh!" Her lips quivered as she yelled, "I will! I'll laugh, and say I told you so! I'll be there with Cordelia, and we'll both be laughing at you! The idiot who dumped us both for the same woman!" She slapped him, and then ran out, crying.
"Anya, wait!" He called out to her, and ran out into the hallway after her. But she was gone. He went back inside his apartment, and sunk onto the couch.