CHAPTER 4 "UNTITLED"
At Anya's place.
"Owf. Damn him. No more sweaty stuff for him. No more. Who does he think I am?" She gets up and folds her arms and paces quickly back and forth.
"I don't need this. I could be out reeking vengeance and more bad stuff, not here playing side kick to the Buffy brigade. Why must they persist in annoying me? All I do is stand there while Buffy pops off yet another pop culture reference. They aren't even funny. God that women annoys me. And her helpless sister Dawn. And Spike. Ooohhh!!! I hate them all! They all piss me off! I'm the only their friends cause I don't torture anyone anymore. First chance, the very first, Buffy could get to kill me if O converted back ... she would. Some friend she is." She hears her front door open and she shuts up. She walks to her doorway entrance and listens.
"Hello? Xander? Dawn? Giles even? Halfrck is that you?" Nothing. She hears footsteps.
"I'm warning you, who ever you are, I've been told I'm very very annoying, so if you don't want your ears talked off you had better leave now. Xander? I swear Xander, of that's you, you are so going to pay. It's not even funny." She picks up a shoe and holds it in a defensive position and walks out into her dark house.
"Take that!" and whacks her coat rack. It topples a bit and stops. She hears a noise in her room and goes to investigate. Nothing there. She throws the shoe down in frustration. Suddenly she hears her front door open again and close. She runs to it.
"All right, die you foul demon!" Swings the door open and sees Xander's car going down the street.
"Xander! Wait! Xander!" She runs a few feet and slaps her sides and gives up. She closes her door and goes to the phone. Two messages from the answering machine's blinking light.
"Maybe something happened. I hope Xander's all right. No, no, I hope he burns in hell forever ... just as long as he isn't all scratched up and in pain. Hummm." Presses the button.
"Hi, I'm Amanda with Tripon Products, I'll try again." Anya clenches her fist.
"After this's over, you are gonna get venged apon Amanda." The next message plays. It's blank. the tape stops.
"Nothing? That can't be right." Tried again.
"How rude. Call my house and leave no message. there should be laws against wasting my answering machine tape. Agh! So many people to reek pain and eternal damnation apon, yet so little time." She gets her coat and heads for her door.
"I bet it was you Xander Harris. You're not going to sleep tonight. No sirrey. If I'm unhappy then everyone has to be ... other wise it just wouldn't be far. So there." She goes out side and closes her front door.
"Damnit! Why! Why! Why! It's locked, I'm out here and my keys are in there. If I don't plunge something into a realm of bloody torment I'm gonna scream. Scream world! You hear me. Scream!" The wind blows.
"And hopefully not burst into song. Boy it's awful dark out here. I don't know how Buffy puts up with it. Stabbing and fighting, stabbing and fighting. Every night. That's all she ever does. Um! Um! Um! Right through their hearts. Not even once considering one of them might be my friend. Ah ha, not once, not ever. Inconsiderate tramp. Prancing around in her skimpy vamping cloths with her mystical ball of energy hooker sister trying to rustle up some demon boy toys. What does Dawn think she's doing dressing like that? She's barely legal. She's doing it, they're both doing it to taunt my Xander. Xander?!" Anya knocks on his front door. No answer. She walks around to the window located at Xander's bedroom. She pounds on it.
"Hello?! Xander?! What am I doing?" She stops and realizes Xander's car is not there.
"Great. Now what?" She looks around and pounders. She hears a noise. Something disappears into the brush.
"Ah! Bunny!" She darts around front and into the street.
"Ha! Get me now you furry abomination! Come on! Prance out here, get run over by a car! See if I care!" She stands there with her hands on her hips.
"Didn't think so. Now you're on my territory and it's paved bugs!" A rabbit scurries across the road. She screams and puts her arms upfront of her chest and runs.
"I didn't mean it! Honestly! I think you're cute and cuddly. In no way did I want your guts splattered from end to end." It gets louder and louder from the pounding of the feet from behind her.
"Fine then! I hope you end up dangling from some hunters key chain!"
"Die..." the voice comes.
At Anya's place.
"Owf. Damn him. No more sweaty stuff for him. No more. Who does he think I am?" She gets up and folds her arms and paces quickly back and forth.
"I don't need this. I could be out reeking vengeance and more bad stuff, not here playing side kick to the Buffy brigade. Why must they persist in annoying me? All I do is stand there while Buffy pops off yet another pop culture reference. They aren't even funny. God that women annoys me. And her helpless sister Dawn. And Spike. Ooohhh!!! I hate them all! They all piss me off! I'm the only their friends cause I don't torture anyone anymore. First chance, the very first, Buffy could get to kill me if O converted back ... she would. Some friend she is." She hears her front door open and she shuts up. She walks to her doorway entrance and listens.
"Hello? Xander? Dawn? Giles even? Halfrck is that you?" Nothing. She hears footsteps.
"I'm warning you, who ever you are, I've been told I'm very very annoying, so if you don't want your ears talked off you had better leave now. Xander? I swear Xander, of that's you, you are so going to pay. It's not even funny." She picks up a shoe and holds it in a defensive position and walks out into her dark house.
"Take that!" and whacks her coat rack. It topples a bit and stops. She hears a noise in her room and goes to investigate. Nothing there. She throws the shoe down in frustration. Suddenly she hears her front door open again and close. She runs to it.
"All right, die you foul demon!" Swings the door open and sees Xander's car going down the street.
"Xander! Wait! Xander!" She runs a few feet and slaps her sides and gives up. She closes her door and goes to the phone. Two messages from the answering machine's blinking light.
"Maybe something happened. I hope Xander's all right. No, no, I hope he burns in hell forever ... just as long as he isn't all scratched up and in pain. Hummm." Presses the button.
"Hi, I'm Amanda with Tripon Products, I'll try again." Anya clenches her fist.
"After this's over, you are gonna get venged apon Amanda." The next message plays. It's blank. the tape stops.
"Nothing? That can't be right." Tried again.
"How rude. Call my house and leave no message. there should be laws against wasting my answering machine tape. Agh! So many people to reek pain and eternal damnation apon, yet so little time." She gets her coat and heads for her door.
"I bet it was you Xander Harris. You're not going to sleep tonight. No sirrey. If I'm unhappy then everyone has to be ... other wise it just wouldn't be far. So there." She goes out side and closes her front door.
"Damnit! Why! Why! Why! It's locked, I'm out here and my keys are in there. If I don't plunge something into a realm of bloody torment I'm gonna scream. Scream world! You hear me. Scream!" The wind blows.
"And hopefully not burst into song. Boy it's awful dark out here. I don't know how Buffy puts up with it. Stabbing and fighting, stabbing and fighting. Every night. That's all she ever does. Um! Um! Um! Right through their hearts. Not even once considering one of them might be my friend. Ah ha, not once, not ever. Inconsiderate tramp. Prancing around in her skimpy vamping cloths with her mystical ball of energy hooker sister trying to rustle up some demon boy toys. What does Dawn think she's doing dressing like that? She's barely legal. She's doing it, they're both doing it to taunt my Xander. Xander?!" Anya knocks on his front door. No answer. She walks around to the window located at Xander's bedroom. She pounds on it.
"Hello?! Xander?! What am I doing?" She stops and realizes Xander's car is not there.
"Great. Now what?" She looks around and pounders. She hears a noise. Something disappears into the brush.
"Ah! Bunny!" She darts around front and into the street.
"Ha! Get me now you furry abomination! Come on! Prance out here, get run over by a car! See if I care!" She stands there with her hands on her hips.
"Didn't think so. Now you're on my territory and it's paved bugs!" A rabbit scurries across the road. She screams and puts her arms upfront of her chest and runs.
"I didn't mean it! Honestly! I think you're cute and cuddly. In no way did I want your guts splattered from end to end." It gets louder and louder from the pounding of the feet from behind her.
"Fine then! I hope you end up dangling from some hunters key chain!"
"Die..." the voice comes.