Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Weldon, which totally sucks because if I had the ownership of those characters, I'd totally capitalize on their popularity.

The sentences in italics indicate the character's thoughts.

Anya the Bunny Slayer

Into each generation, there is a Chosen one sent to fight the fuzzies and hoppy demons. She is the Slayer...

The Sunnydale High...

Warm sunlight bathes the entire schoolyard, several students stopping to bask in the warm feeling. Anya arrives at the school in her mother's Jeep Blazer. She rolls down the passenger side's window and peers over her sunglasses at the school. Hmm, this place has a certain charm not unlike numerous Southern Californian educational facilities... "Well, honey? Aren't you going to get out and start your exciting school day?" Joyce interrupts Anya's train of thought. She jumps, startled, then she turns around to her mother, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Yes, Mother. I'm ready for a day of my mind being filled with information I'm sure will be of no use to me... Then after I become one of those mindless automatons, I'll graduate and move on to a university to be deprogrammed."

"Good for you, honey..."

Anya opens the passenger door and steps out, backpack slung over her shoulder. She looks upon at the school once more and sighs heavily. "And honey..." Joyce calls out. "Hmm?" Anya answers absentmindedly. "Try not to get kicked out." She rolls her eyes at this and waves to her mother as she drives away. Anya turns back to the school's entrance and with a certain hesitance, she enters the place.

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"Gangway!" a deep voice exclaims. Several students crane their heads around to see a dark haired and lanky teenager coming their way on a skateboard. "Move it!" a student yells out, leaping out of the harm's way into a thorny bush. A yelp of pain is heard. A blonde cheerleader looks blankly at the skateboarder. The she shrilly shrieks, throwing her hands up to protect herself from harm. The skateboarder skids to a stop an inch from the cheerleader. "Sorry, Harmony...didn't see ya there!" the skateboarder apologizes with a lazy grin on his face. Harmony opens her eyes to see the boy standing in front of her, grinning. "Damn it, Xander Harris! One of these days, I'll..." Xander nervously giggles and bolts before Harmony could finish her sentence. "Come back here...I wasn't finished..."

Great way to start your first school day--with a near manslaughter, man! Xander mentally berates himself with an audible groan. Sighing, he makes his way towards his locker by the men's restroom, however, before he could reach his locker, a girl bumped into him, scattering her purse's contents on the linoleum floor. "Hey, watch where you're walking into, you ignoramus! Now I have to gather my makeup products and various writing materials, thus wasting my time!" the girl angrily huffs, bending down to pick up the scattered things. Xander rolls his eyes and spins around to face the girl. "Now, see here...huh?" Gah...she sure is pretty. I like pretty girls! Gee, moronic much, Harrisman? Pausing, he steps back and studies the girl's features. Hmm... curly brown hair, brown eyes, chiseled cheekbones, full lips, long neck, pretty shoulders, and ooh, nice shirt... "Well? Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to help me gather my things? It is your fault, you know," the girl asks, annoyed. "Huh? Oh sure..." Xander kneels and picks the lipstick by his side, handing it to her.

"So, what's your name?"

"I am Anya Jenkins."

"Harris. Harris is me. Er, I'm Xander Harris..."

"I'm pleased to have made acquaintances with you, Xander."

"Same here. I guess we're done here..."

"Huh? Oh, thank you! Well, I'll depart for my American History class now."

The teenagers stand up, brushing dust off their pants. They are alone in the hallway, students having gone to their classes. Xander looks up from his pants to see Anya staring at...his chest. "What?" he frantically checks his chest for anything disgusting like snot. "I like your necklace. Where did you get that? It's so familiar..." Anya muses, her gaze lingering on the green gemstone embedded in gold. Xander's hand automatically flies up to the necklace. "Oh, this? A friend of mine gave to me," he says with a shrug, fingering the gemstone. "I see. I'd best get going now. I don't want to displease the teacher any further by being not there to absorb the obviously biased information..." Anya mumbles shyly, turning around to leave.

Xander watches the girl depart, pondering on whether he has a good chance of scoring a date with her. Anya Jenkins... Even your name is beautiful. But why do I feel like I know you? He frowns deeply and fingers his necklace one final time before walking to his locker.

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