"You're not Anyanka. Anyanka died in an apocalypse almost twenty years ago
in Sunnydale. She was one of my Mom's Scooby members."
"So how did Buffy get a daughter? I thought she was with Spike."
"She still is, miracle child, like Connor."
"Oh how is Connor? He was just a little baby when I died. Cordy had just brought him up for a visit. Angel didn't want to come back to Sunnydale."
"He's the guy you wanted me to wish vengeance on. So how are you here if you died and why didn't you come back to Sunnydale, Uncle Angel finally did?"
"Vengeance demons never really die. We take years in alternate dimensions to rejuvenate, but we are still alive. By the time I came back, Xander was with Willow and I did not feel like sticking around for an uncomfortable reunion. Besides New York has more scorned women then any other city, and no self-righteous hypocrites telling me that what I'm doing is wrong."
"But it is. Come on, you can come with us to the hotel and we will call home. I know everyone will be so excited to hear from you, coming back from the dead and all that." Before Tom could motion her towards the car, Anya had disappeared.
"What's up?" Connor asked coming over. "Who was that?"
"A lost family member. Come on, I have to call mom for some information on Anya."
"Anya, Uncle Xander's ex that died, the vengeance demon," asked a confused Connor as they got into the cab.
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"Thanks Mom" Tom said as she hung up the phone. "Okay well Anyanka can be depowered by destroying her necklace. She likes money and is afraid of bunnies."
"That's it. She was a Scooby for three years and that is all they got on her. What did Uncle Xander say?"
"He was in shock. Aunt Willow was throwing water on him to wake him up. So, until he is more chatty and less comatosey this is all we got."
"Well that's all right. I think we have enough to find her."
"Later, I have SNL rehearsal in an hour I have to leave right now to get over there."
"So I'll go by myself."
"Patron saints of scorned women don't usually like men hunting for them. I'll see you later for dinner and an Anya patrol."
"Okay, have fun at rehearsal." Connor agreed as Tom left to catch a cab. "Time for patrol. It should not be too hard to find Anya and break her necklace. What could happen?"
"So how did Buffy get a daughter? I thought she was with Spike."
"She still is, miracle child, like Connor."
"Oh how is Connor? He was just a little baby when I died. Cordy had just brought him up for a visit. Angel didn't want to come back to Sunnydale."
"He's the guy you wanted me to wish vengeance on. So how are you here if you died and why didn't you come back to Sunnydale, Uncle Angel finally did?"
"Vengeance demons never really die. We take years in alternate dimensions to rejuvenate, but we are still alive. By the time I came back, Xander was with Willow and I did not feel like sticking around for an uncomfortable reunion. Besides New York has more scorned women then any other city, and no self-righteous hypocrites telling me that what I'm doing is wrong."
"But it is. Come on, you can come with us to the hotel and we will call home. I know everyone will be so excited to hear from you, coming back from the dead and all that." Before Tom could motion her towards the car, Anya had disappeared.
"What's up?" Connor asked coming over. "Who was that?"
"A lost family member. Come on, I have to call mom for some information on Anya."
"Anya, Uncle Xander's ex that died, the vengeance demon," asked a confused Connor as they got into the cab.
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"Thanks Mom" Tom said as she hung up the phone. "Okay well Anyanka can be depowered by destroying her necklace. She likes money and is afraid of bunnies."
"That's it. She was a Scooby for three years and that is all they got on her. What did Uncle Xander say?"
"He was in shock. Aunt Willow was throwing water on him to wake him up. So, until he is more chatty and less comatosey this is all we got."
"Well that's all right. I think we have enough to find her."
"Later, I have SNL rehearsal in an hour I have to leave right now to get over there."
"So I'll go by myself."
"Patron saints of scorned women don't usually like men hunting for them. I'll see you later for dinner and an Anya patrol."
"Okay, have fun at rehearsal." Connor agreed as Tom left to catch a cab. "Time for patrol. It should not be too hard to find Anya and break her necklace. What could happen?"