Chapter 7: An Eyeball Gouging, Painful, Bloody Death (Not Really!)
" Tara, I saw them! Together!" Willow exclaimed as she burst into Tara's dorm.
" Willow…? Who?" Tara asked, as calmly as she could.
" Buffy and Oz! They were together…kissing! Why am I freaking out about this?" she asked, looking at Tara. Tara sighed.
" Come sit down," she said, motioning to a spot on the couch. " Maybe you haven't completely let go of him. Or maybe…it feels like a betrayal, because you thought he loved you, and because Buffy never told you. You know, like how she said that she knew how you felt, and then did that behind your back," Tara said, hugging Willow.
" Maybe. But, I'm with you, body and heart. My whole heart; Oz doesn't have it anymore." She kissed Tara tenderly.
" Xander? Do you love me?" Anya asked, snuggling into Xander's arms.
" Of course I do," he replied, smiling. Anya sighed.
" I mean, really love me. Like, 'gouge-out-your-eyes-then-die-a- terrible-and-painful-bloody-death' love me?"
Xander shifted uncomfortably. "Anya, dearest, where is this going?" She shrugged.
" Well, I don't know. But if that demon made a mistake and was going to sacrifice me—would you rescue me?" Xander laughed, nervously.
" I guess so…but I think that all rescuing should be left to those qualified to…you know…rescue."
Anya pushed him away, folding her arms and pouting. " You wouldn't rescue me. You hate me, don't you?"
Xander rolled his eyes, but pulled her close. " Of course I would. I love you—in that eyeball gouging, painful, bloody death way."
Anya grinned. " Knew you'd see it my way."
" Tara, I saw them! Together!" Willow exclaimed as she burst into Tara's dorm.
" Willow…? Who?" Tara asked, as calmly as she could.
" Buffy and Oz! They were together…kissing! Why am I freaking out about this?" she asked, looking at Tara. Tara sighed.
" Come sit down," she said, motioning to a spot on the couch. " Maybe you haven't completely let go of him. Or maybe…it feels like a betrayal, because you thought he loved you, and because Buffy never told you. You know, like how she said that she knew how you felt, and then did that behind your back," Tara said, hugging Willow.
" Maybe. But, I'm with you, body and heart. My whole heart; Oz doesn't have it anymore." She kissed Tara tenderly.
" Xander? Do you love me?" Anya asked, snuggling into Xander's arms.
" Of course I do," he replied, smiling. Anya sighed.
" I mean, really love me. Like, 'gouge-out-your-eyes-then-die-a- terrible-and-painful-bloody-death' love me?"
Xander shifted uncomfortably. "Anya, dearest, where is this going?" She shrugged.
" Well, I don't know. But if that demon made a mistake and was going to sacrifice me—would you rescue me?" Xander laughed, nervously.
" I guess so…but I think that all rescuing should be left to those qualified to…you know…rescue."
Anya pushed him away, folding her arms and pouting. " You wouldn't rescue me. You hate me, don't you?"
Xander rolled his eyes, but pulled her close. " Of course I would. I love you—in that eyeball gouging, painful, bloody death way."
Anya grinned. " Knew you'd see it my way."
