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The sentences in italics represent the character's train of thought.

Anya the Bunny Slayer

A sigh of frustration escapes Anya's lungs as she searches through her walk-in closet. "What are you doing, honey?" a voice inquires. "I'm looking for the perfect dress to wear for tonight's event at the Bronze, Mother," Anya answers while tossing a slinky black miniskirt over her shoulder. Joyce quietly watches, amused by this display of desperate search. "The Bronze, huh? I'm so happy you're making friends, dear."

"Yes, I'm quite pleased. My social status has improved greatly since my conversation with a nice cheerleader by the name of Cordelia Chase."

"I'm happy for you, dear."

"What do you think of this dress, Mother?"

Anya holds up a peach-coloured silk sleeveless dress for her mother to see. "I think you'll look nice in that. Are there going to be boys at the event?"

"No, Mother, the tonight's event is sponsored by a Catholic all-girl high school. Of course, there will be boys."

"I'm sorry, dear. I'm not exactly updated on today's teenager's culture."

Joyce smiles, reaching out to sweep the stray hair away from Anya's face. "I hope you have a wonderful time tonight, dear."

"I hope so, too."

With that, Joyce walks out of the room, leaving Anya alone. "I think I shall go with this dress..."

Wind whistles through the long and dark alleyway. Anya shivers at the wind's cold touch, glancing around warily. A dog skips past her, chasing an invisible cat. Anya continues to walk, wrapping her arms around herself. Something crashes to ground behind her. The Bunny Slayer's ears prick up at this. She spins around, her stake ready, only to see a...raccoon escaping from a fallen trash can. Stop being so afraid, you silly girl. There's nothing here; it is Sunnydale, after all. And I'm about to be proven wrong. Anya leaps high into the air, landing behind a startled man. With a resounding yell, she delivers a kick behind the man's knees. The man winces and falls to ground, holding his knees. "Please state your reason for stalking me or I shall be forced to proceed with the butt kicking--literally, of course. So, out with it, rapist!" Anya juts her chin forward, hoping to intimidate the stalker. The handsome man with an angular face and lean body build clad in a deep scarlet silk shirt and black leather pants groans audibly. He stands up on his feet, brushing dust off his leather pants.

"I'm not a rapist! I'm...Angel."

"Angel? Thank you for that incredibly vague statement of your purpose. Now, be gone with you!"

Anya begins to stride away from Angel when he reaches out to grab her by the shoulder.

"Wait! I've got a gift for you..."

"A gift? You're a pervert! Trying to lure a poor and defenseless girl with promises of wrapped objects which obviously are nothing more than what is in your strangely alluring leather pants!"

"What...no, it's a silverized rabbit's foot! Here, look!"

Angel holds out the silverized rabbit's foot on a necklace, dangling it by his fingers. An embarrassed silence pervades the alleyway. After a few seconds, Anya reaches to take the necklace from him.

"Oh. Well, your gift is greatly appreciated. We'll now part our ways to our respective destinations. So, you better not run into me again, rapist!"

Angel glares back at the young brunette. "Honey, I wouldn't even think of raping you. Not while my Blondie-bear's still around," Angel dryly comments, his eyes sliding over Anya's body. "Your outfit's so...last month." Anya's mouth drops open, unable to say anything. "Ta-ta!" Angel snaps his fingers at Anya and walks away, his hip swinging to an imaginary music.

Anya stares at the departing form of a flamboyantly ambiguous yet mysterious man, her mouth hanging open. She quickly shakes her head, bemused by the strange situation and turns around to leave the alleyway. She arrives at the Bronze's entrance. A tall and musclebound man stares at something over Anya's head. "ID?" comes the monotone reply. Anya reaches into her purse and scrambles around before finding the required identification. "Here it is." Anya holds out her school ID card. The man barely glances at it before handing it back to its owner. He steps aside by the building's double metal doors. Anya takes this as approval and with a simple smile on her face, she enters the building.

Well, guys? You know the rest--review if you like, blah blah blah. Please refer to the sentence below the usual disclaimers.