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Anya the Bunny Slayer

It is Latin Night at the Bronze, as proven by the blaring music of Ricky Martin's "She Bangs." Anya walks through the dancing crowd, clutching her purse close to her. She glances around, fearful of the unknown and the strangeness of the environment. "Hey, Anya, glad you came," a female voice exclaims behind Anya, "Isn't this fun?" Anya spins around to see her cheerleader friend, Cordelia. "Cordelia, hi!" Anya smiles brightly at her, relaxing. Cordelia smiles back and close her hand around Anya's arm, dragging her along with her to the bar. "I'll have a double latte, cream please," Cordelia orders. The bartender quickly nods and looks at Anya besides Cordelia. "Well?" Anya looks confused for a moment then she quickly shakes it off. "Oh, a Diet Coke, please." Rocking back and forth, Cordelia stares at Anya, not saying anything. Anya's eyes dart back and forth, nervous in her cramped environment. "

"Anya, don't worry. You're so gonna have fun."

"Okay, whatever you say."

"So, here's the problem--my cheerleading pals and I are at a loss of how much we should sell the brownies at the bake sale..."

"Brownies? Oh, that's simple. The current inflation rate and economical situation indicate we sell the batches of brownies at a reasonable cost of $8.95, $9.95 for brownies with nuts."

"Wow, I sure am glad to have you abroad! Now, what about chocolate chip cookies?"

Anya starts to say something when someone accidentally bumps into her. "Ow!" Anya turns around to shoot an angry glare at the rude bumper when she sees it's Xander. "Xander! How pleasant it is to see you here!" Cordelia's eyes narrow, scowling. "Gee, Harris, rude much?" Xander sardonically smiles at the fuming cheerleader. "So sorry to have disturbed you, Queen C," he patronizingly apologizes while rolling his eyes. Cordelia scoffs and grabs Anya by her arm, once again dragging her to someplace. Anya's head turns around, sneaking one last glance at Xander. Xander sees her looking at her and raises his hand in a tiny wave. Anya grins happily, her nose crinkling.

Cordelia and Anya arrive at a table only to discover one seat is occupied. Cordelia, in her best pleasant attitude, pointedly says something to the sitting person. "Willow--move it." The redhead's eyes widen, her face turning a deep shade of scarlet. "O-Oh, Cordelia! I-I'm sorry!" Willow quickly slides off her seat, brushing off the chair's seat. The cheerleader's eyes shooting daggers now, she smirks. "Why, thank you, Rosenberg!" Willow shyly nods and quickly walks into the crowd but not before overhearing what Cordelia and Anya had to say about her.

"Willow! Can you believe her?"

"I kinda feel sorry for her. She has been ostracized by her peers due to her alarmingly high intelligence and poor social skills. And besides, it's obvious that she's a lesbian--a thing which I'm totally comfortable with."

"That's...true. But that's her own fault."

Cordelia sniffles, her shoulders raised high.

"I guess so."

Blinking back tears, Willow turns around and clumsily makes her way past the dancing crowd, nearly crashing into Xander. "Whoa--what's your hurry?" Xander curiously asks as he wraps his arms around his best friend. "I'm a stupid geek. I wish I were more like Cordelia." Xander chokes on the water he is drinking, surprised. "More like Cordelia?! You'd have to sell your soul to the devil or something like that!" Willow smirks, feeling better. "Or, you know, sleep with Satan." "Yeah!" Willow smiles happily, relived to have such a friend in her life. Xander smiles back at her, then he suddenly stiffens, looking at something over her shoulder. Willow frowns, turning around. She lets out a startled yelp to have seen someone, or rather, something of hideous nature. Tall, muscular, dark, and a twisted face of bunny, the person shoves past the people in his way, not caring if he had injured them. He lets out a terrible growl, sharp white teeth gleaming in the artificial lights.

Hearing screams from the crowd, Cordelia cranes her neck around to see what's going on. "What the hell's going on?" Anya shrugs, glancing around. "I don't--" She clamps her mouth, her heart leaping into her throat. A bunny! Here, of all the places! I guess I have no choice... "Excuse me, Cordelia!" With that, Anya grabs her purse and departs, pushing her way through the nervous crowd. Everyone in the club turns around to flee through the open exit in the back. "Xander!" Willow calls out, falling to ground having been pushed. "Willow!" Xander struggles past the fleeing people, trying to rescue his friend. Upon reaching her, Xander holds out a hand. Willow takes it and Xander pulls her up, wrapping an arm around her back. He starts to lead the way out of the club when he sees something that gave him a pause. "Xander--what?" "Look!" Xander points the way and Willow's gaze slides over to the direction her friend is pointing at.

"Isn't that Cordelia's friend?"

"Yeah."

"Who's that with her? He's all ugly, kinda looks like a bunny."

"Don't know."

"Isn't this so cool? I'm having fun," a tiny voice exclaims excitedly. Xander glances behind him to see Jonathan, his other friend. Short, stout, and kinda adorable (Xander--stop there!), Jonathan grins and slides an arm around Xander's shoulder, resting it on Willow's arm. "Who's that with the weird guy?" "Don't know." Xander shrugs half-heartedly.

Anya strides up to the bunny, a furious expression on her face. Hands on her hip, legs apart, she huffs. "What are you doing here? You're so...bothersome! Annoying me here, of all the places!" The tall bunny growls back at her in response. He raises his hands above his head. "I am...the Black Bunny, the Master's servant, and the Harbinger of Doom!" he rumbles. Anya rolls her eyes, scoffing. "Harbinger of Doom? Don't you think your ego is getting to be tad big there?" Furious, the Harbinger of Doom suddenly launches a fist at Anya's face, sending her flying across the room. "You will not speak to me that way!" Standing back up, Anya quickly shakes her head, checking for any damage to her jaw. "Well, then, I guess we would have to fight now!"

To be continued... Review, please! Good reviews add fuel to my fire, thus giving me more reasons to continue the story. Criticisms are okay but flames are not.