DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS FROM BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THEY BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF THE SERIES, AND YADDA YADDA, BLA, BLA, BLA. YOU GET THE GIST, RIGHT?
(I didn't bother with a disclaimer before, because I figured you guys were smart enough to figure out that I didn't create the T.V. show, but my friend told me I could get sued or something like that if I didn't put one, so here it is)
The night was very quiet.
Usually in Sunnydale, stereos could be heard blasting and the traffic honking at each other. But tonight, it was almost silent. Except for the sounds of a few crickets, all Anya could hear were the sounds of her own muffled crying.
"Why did you have to do this to me Xander? Why put me through so much pain?"
If leaving her at the altar hadn't been heartbreaking enough, the way Xander looked at her when he discovered she had had sex with Spike and the hatred and disgust in his voice all but killed her.
She had been telling herself that it wasn't over, that this was all a crazy nightmare and pretty soon she'd wake up and be back at the altar. But it wasn't. She wasn't sleeping, and the pain running through her cut like a knife.
She hadn't meant to cheat on him. All she had wanted a little vengeance on him (a really bad hair day, maybe a boil on the penis, little bunnies ripping his insides out…). Okay, maybe having bunnies rip his insides out was a more than a little vengeance, but she had been hurt. Really bad.
The scenes kept replaying over and over in her head. Being left at the altar. Being left at the Magic Box. She was all alone, just like a thousand years ago, just how she'd always been.
And the guilt she felt when Xander saw her was the worst of all. It was more unbearable than being left at the altar.
"Oh, if only I hadn't been so stupid!" The thought kept playing itself over and over again in her head, until her exhaustion finally took over and she fell into a restless sleep…
"Where is she?," Spike thought to himself.
He had been looking for Anya for over an hour, but still had no luck. She obviously wasn't with Xander, that was a given. He already checked the local motels and bars, but no luck.
He was just about to give up for the night, when he realized that he hadn't bothered going back to the Magic Box.
He wasn't sure if what had happened between them was a mistake or a blessing. But he was going to find out, even if it killed him. Again.
As Anya slept, the night replayed itself in her mind. But it wasn't the nightmare she thought she'd have. In fact, her dream didn't involve Xander at all. All she could see were Spike's bright blue eyes gazing at her, causing feelings of love and desire that she thought she would never feel for another man…
Suddenly, the Magic Box door opened and she was jolted back to reality.
"Hello, anyone there?'
Before she could wait for an answer, Spike was right behind her.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, love."
"Sc, scare me? Hardly. You just caught me by surprise. I mean, I wasn't expecting you to come here again so…"
But before she could even finish her sentence, she and Spike were kissing once more, only this time, it was her who started it.
Spike pulled away and looked at her in shock, but only for a second. His eyes seemed to be questioning her actions, but she didn't have for him the answers.
"What was that for, Anya?"
"Anya?," she thought to herself. "Didn't he call Buffy and Druscilla pet names?"
Then again, she wasn't Buffy or Druscilla. She was Anyanka, plain and simple.
"I'm not exactly sure why, to tell you the truth…"
Spike sighed. He had hoped she knew why he had kissed her, why she kissed her back, and why they had made love on a table right there at the Magic Box. It was the same table he saw her head sleeping on when he just entered.
"There has to be some significance to that," he thought to himself.
But he couldn't find the words to say to Anya. But he NEVER found himself without something to say. Even in his mind, he could contemplate any form of specch. Just thoughts of Anya.
Something was going on, and whether it was love or infatuation he had yet to find out.
I know this chapter is short, but hey, I updated really fast, so points for that! Oh, and what I was telling you before on how often I was going to update? Ignore it. I have absolutely NO IDEA how often I will update. Whenever I feel like it, I guess. (I'll try my best to make it once a week at least, but like I said, I can't make any promises…)
(I didn't bother with a disclaimer before, because I figured you guys were smart enough to figure out that I didn't create the T.V. show, but my friend told me I could get sued or something like that if I didn't put one, so here it is)
The night was very quiet.
Usually in Sunnydale, stereos could be heard blasting and the traffic honking at each other. But tonight, it was almost silent. Except for the sounds of a few crickets, all Anya could hear were the sounds of her own muffled crying.
"Why did you have to do this to me Xander? Why put me through so much pain?"
If leaving her at the altar hadn't been heartbreaking enough, the way Xander looked at her when he discovered she had had sex with Spike and the hatred and disgust in his voice all but killed her.
She had been telling herself that it wasn't over, that this was all a crazy nightmare and pretty soon she'd wake up and be back at the altar. But it wasn't. She wasn't sleeping, and the pain running through her cut like a knife.
She hadn't meant to cheat on him. All she had wanted a little vengeance on him (a really bad hair day, maybe a boil on the penis, little bunnies ripping his insides out…). Okay, maybe having bunnies rip his insides out was a more than a little vengeance, but she had been hurt. Really bad.
The scenes kept replaying over and over in her head. Being left at the altar. Being left at the Magic Box. She was all alone, just like a thousand years ago, just how she'd always been.
And the guilt she felt when Xander saw her was the worst of all. It was more unbearable than being left at the altar.
"Oh, if only I hadn't been so stupid!" The thought kept playing itself over and over again in her head, until her exhaustion finally took over and she fell into a restless sleep…
"Where is she?," Spike thought to himself.
He had been looking for Anya for over an hour, but still had no luck. She obviously wasn't with Xander, that was a given. He already checked the local motels and bars, but no luck.
He was just about to give up for the night, when he realized that he hadn't bothered going back to the Magic Box.
He wasn't sure if what had happened between them was a mistake or a blessing. But he was going to find out, even if it killed him. Again.
As Anya slept, the night replayed itself in her mind. But it wasn't the nightmare she thought she'd have. In fact, her dream didn't involve Xander at all. All she could see were Spike's bright blue eyes gazing at her, causing feelings of love and desire that she thought she would never feel for another man…
Suddenly, the Magic Box door opened and she was jolted back to reality.
"Hello, anyone there?'
Before she could wait for an answer, Spike was right behind her.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, love."
"Sc, scare me? Hardly. You just caught me by surprise. I mean, I wasn't expecting you to come here again so…"
But before she could even finish her sentence, she and Spike were kissing once more, only this time, it was her who started it.
Spike pulled away and looked at her in shock, but only for a second. His eyes seemed to be questioning her actions, but she didn't have for him the answers.
"What was that for, Anya?"
"Anya?," she thought to herself. "Didn't he call Buffy and Druscilla pet names?"
Then again, she wasn't Buffy or Druscilla. She was Anyanka, plain and simple.
"I'm not exactly sure why, to tell you the truth…"
Spike sighed. He had hoped she knew why he had kissed her, why she kissed her back, and why they had made love on a table right there at the Magic Box. It was the same table he saw her head sleeping on when he just entered.
"There has to be some significance to that," he thought to himself.
But he couldn't find the words to say to Anya. But he NEVER found himself without something to say. Even in his mind, he could contemplate any form of specch. Just thoughts of Anya.
Something was going on, and whether it was love or infatuation he had yet to find out.
I know this chapter is short, but hey, I updated really fast, so points for that! Oh, and what I was telling you before on how often I was going to update? Ignore it. I have absolutely NO IDEA how often I will update. Whenever I feel like it, I guess. (I'll try my best to make it once a week at least, but like I said, I can't make any promises…)