Feather Links 5: Not in My Store!
author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg13
main character: Anya, and Xander. Appearances by several Friends of Humanity Goons.
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from BtVS or X-Men/Marvel comics.
distribution: TNL, Twisting the Hellmouth, WLS, Bite Me, paula - anyone else just ask
note: this is a glimpse into the lives and views of other people about the events of the Feathers series. This takes place after Feathers 4.
"Hsstt! Over here, I think we can open this window. Then, we're inside, and we can find the redhead." One dark clad figure hissed to another as they crouched outside a building.
The second figure crept closer, smirking as he helped slide the window open. "Yeah. It's no more than she deserves, panting after a mutant like that. Serve her right."
"And just think how it will hurt that freak to know that his girlfriend in trouble because of him." The first one was practically gloating as he considered their plans. Willow Rosenberg had been seen with the known mutant Warren Worthington, so they'd decided to make her pay for that. A bit of effort had yielded an address, and here they were.
They were both snickering as they clambered through the window, neither of them realizing that the security camera in the front area of the offices had caught their illegal and determined entrance. "We're going to make her pay for going out with one of those gene-scum. Pity, she looks like a pretty nice bit of fluff."
Rapidly, they discovered that the front floor was only a couple offices, some restrooms, and empty rooms collecting dust. "She must be upstairs, come on."
What would prove their undoing was the decision to start the search at the bottom and work their way upwards. Considering that there were only five floors in the small building, they had reasoned that it wouldn't take very long.
The biggest problem with this plan was that the second floor was home to Xander and Anya Harris. Both of them now possessing uncanny reaction times and the ability to sleep through traffic yet awaken at the slightest footstep causing the floor to creak. Xander who had fought demons and vampires for five years, and Anya who not only had spent over a thousand years as a demon, but had her 'very own Harris spawn growing inside of her' to protect.
The lock to the apartment was picked in a few tense breaths, and the door opened, the well oiled hinges silent in the darkness. Slowly, the two men from the Friends of Humanity crept across the floor, hoping to figure out if Ms. Rosenberg was here or elsewhere. But the second one's foot came into contact with a glass of water that had been left on the floor, kicking it over. It made a sort of pinging rolling sound as it landed, and the last inch of water splashed out as the cup rolled under a couch, connecting with the couch leg with a sharp thump. Glaring at his fellow mutant hater, the first man hissed "Be quiet, you don't want anyone to wake up."
What they didn't know was that they'd already made enough noise to wake both Xander and Anya from their slumber. And neither of them were happy about an intruder, or too frightened to act.
Slowly, the door was pushed open to the bedroom, and the two would-be kidnappers crept inside, one fumbling for a tiny flashlight that would enable them to see if the sleeping person or persons was Willow Rosenberg. The tiny light clicked on, and the cone of light shone onto rumpled covers on an empty bed. "What the..."
That was when Xander and Anya struck, attacking the intruders. Xander hit the larger one, his fist connecting to the base of the skull in an effort to render the man unconscious for later questioning. Anya was less gentle, simply looping a chain around the shorter figure and tightening, cutting off the ability to breathe until he dropped to the ground.
Xander looked over at his wife, shaking his head. "Honey... I hope you didn't kill him. Dead people can't answer questions."
"Well, there are two of them. That means if I did kill this guy, we can still demand information from the spare. And dead bodies make splendid examples." Anya's unrepentant answer made the barely conscious man that Xander had struck whimper, and try to grab at something fastened to his belt.
Hauling their captives out of the room, Xander and Anya tied them to solid metal chairs, ugly monstrosities that they kept just in case they needed to confine someone. It hadn't been a problem in New York, but Sunnydale habits die hard. The ropes were too tight to wiggle out of, but not tight enough to cut off all circulation. Steel handcuffs were also used to secure the intruders wrists to the arms of the chair as a back up measure.
Anya leaned on the wall, glaring at them. "They're awfully heavy. I don't know if it's good for me to be dragging bodies considering my condition. If he's dead, you throw the body out."
Xander shook his head at his wife, eyes sparkling with amusement. "He's not dead, sweetie. Dead men don't normally bleed, and his cheek keeps twitching. You might have given him brain damage, but he'd not dead."
"Let us out of here! You can't do this to us!" The man that Xander had hit demanded, trying to stand up. The handcuffs rattled, and he remained seated. "Let me go!"
"You broke into our apartment! Into our bedroom. We could have been having sex in there, and you would have interrupted!" Anya glared at the man, her eyes dark from anger. "You're trespassing on private property, and that means... well, it's very illegal."
"Focus honey. We need to know why they're here." Xander smiled, perfectly content to let his darling wife be the 'bad cop' in this interrogation."
Tugging futilely on the handcuffs, the man looked at Anya, unable to miss her furious glare. "We weren't looking for you."
"I've worked to hard for this stuff to let you take it. I can shoot a would be burglar." Anya glared, lifting a gleaming dark metal crossbow, pointing it menacingly towards the man. A sword leaned against the wall beside her. "A couple warning shots and the final one to the head..."
"Calm down, honey. We don't need to shoot him." Xander's voice lacked any real anger. "But if these two aren't here looking for us, why are they here? Looking for the jewelry box?"
"I'm not some miserable thief!" Glaring, the tied up man didn't seem to realize that his answers weren't helping his situation.
Anya had a sword resting just under his Adam's apple in less time than it took for the unfortunate to finish glaring. Her voice was low and menacing as she growled "Tell me what you were doing here before I make you a head shorter."
"W-we were going to grab that woman... the mutie lover. That's it." He licked at his lips, now very nervous. "S-sorry to have bothered you two."
"Mutie lover?" Anya's puzzlement was clear as she repeated the words. "What are you talking about?"
"He's meaning Willow. Remember, her date with Warren? They were planning to grab her." Xander's voice had a hard, cold edge to it.
"What?! I can kill him. Really. If I just lean forward a little and push..." Anya changed the angle of the sword, the point pressing against the man's throat and drawing a few drops of blood.
"What did we learn before we moved here? Never kill someone in your house, it always makes a mess." Xander shook his head. "And the blood would get everywhere."
The man tried to pull away from the sword, cringing as much as he could while tied into the chair.
"I think we should call the cops and have them arrested. Breaking and entry, intent to kidnap, trespassing... I'm sure they can take them away for something." Xander glared at the bound captives, his hands shaking from outrage. "And if they try again, we can just kill them, and the problem will be over."
"Right, there will be no kidnappings from my store." Anya scowled and nodded, the movement causing a subtle change in the sword point. "And no huge blood stains over the walls and floor, it's bad for business."
"Honey, it's not your store, it's Willow's." Xander sighed, leaning against a wall. "Where did we leave the phone anyhow?"
"That's close enough to my store for this." Anya shrugged, unconcerned with the finer details of ownership just now. "And the phone was beside the microwave."
"Right. If he gives you any trouble, run him through anyhow." Xander made his way towards the kitchen, wondering how likely Anya was to actually kill the guy and how likely would it be to upset him. They had broke into the building to try to kidnap Willow. That was a very bad thing. But still... it would probably be bad to kill them, especially since they were pretty tied up - that would rule out self defense.
Dialing the police station, he sighed as he started his report. "Hello, I'd like to report a break in. Two guys came into the apartment building, all dressed in dark clothing, with dark paint over their faces. Can you send an officer or two over to collect them?"
Several minutes later, as he hung the phone up, Xander still wasn't certain if he would be upset if Anya did kill the guy, but he was reasonably certain a police officer was on their way over.
Apparently, a night of uninterrupted sleep just wasn't in the cards for him and Anya.
end Feather Links 5: Not in My Store.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg13
main character: Anya, and Xander. Appearances by several Friends of Humanity Goons.
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from BtVS or X-Men/Marvel comics.
distribution: TNL, Twisting the Hellmouth, WLS, Bite Me, paula - anyone else just ask
note: this is a glimpse into the lives and views of other people about the events of the Feathers series. This takes place after Feathers 4.
"Hsstt! Over here, I think we can open this window. Then, we're inside, and we can find the redhead." One dark clad figure hissed to another as they crouched outside a building.
The second figure crept closer, smirking as he helped slide the window open. "Yeah. It's no more than she deserves, panting after a mutant like that. Serve her right."
"And just think how it will hurt that freak to know that his girlfriend in trouble because of him." The first one was practically gloating as he considered their plans. Willow Rosenberg had been seen with the known mutant Warren Worthington, so they'd decided to make her pay for that. A bit of effort had yielded an address, and here they were.
They were both snickering as they clambered through the window, neither of them realizing that the security camera in the front area of the offices had caught their illegal and determined entrance. "We're going to make her pay for going out with one of those gene-scum. Pity, she looks like a pretty nice bit of fluff."
Rapidly, they discovered that the front floor was only a couple offices, some restrooms, and empty rooms collecting dust. "She must be upstairs, come on."
What would prove their undoing was the decision to start the search at the bottom and work their way upwards. Considering that there were only five floors in the small building, they had reasoned that it wouldn't take very long.
The biggest problem with this plan was that the second floor was home to Xander and Anya Harris. Both of them now possessing uncanny reaction times and the ability to sleep through traffic yet awaken at the slightest footstep causing the floor to creak. Xander who had fought demons and vampires for five years, and Anya who not only had spent over a thousand years as a demon, but had her 'very own Harris spawn growing inside of her' to protect.
The lock to the apartment was picked in a few tense breaths, and the door opened, the well oiled hinges silent in the darkness. Slowly, the two men from the Friends of Humanity crept across the floor, hoping to figure out if Ms. Rosenberg was here or elsewhere. But the second one's foot came into contact with a glass of water that had been left on the floor, kicking it over. It made a sort of pinging rolling sound as it landed, and the last inch of water splashed out as the cup rolled under a couch, connecting with the couch leg with a sharp thump. Glaring at his fellow mutant hater, the first man hissed "Be quiet, you don't want anyone to wake up."
What they didn't know was that they'd already made enough noise to wake both Xander and Anya from their slumber. And neither of them were happy about an intruder, or too frightened to act.
Slowly, the door was pushed open to the bedroom, and the two would-be kidnappers crept inside, one fumbling for a tiny flashlight that would enable them to see if the sleeping person or persons was Willow Rosenberg. The tiny light clicked on, and the cone of light shone onto rumpled covers on an empty bed. "What the..."
That was when Xander and Anya struck, attacking the intruders. Xander hit the larger one, his fist connecting to the base of the skull in an effort to render the man unconscious for later questioning. Anya was less gentle, simply looping a chain around the shorter figure and tightening, cutting off the ability to breathe until he dropped to the ground.
Xander looked over at his wife, shaking his head. "Honey... I hope you didn't kill him. Dead people can't answer questions."
"Well, there are two of them. That means if I did kill this guy, we can still demand information from the spare. And dead bodies make splendid examples." Anya's unrepentant answer made the barely conscious man that Xander had struck whimper, and try to grab at something fastened to his belt.
Hauling their captives out of the room, Xander and Anya tied them to solid metal chairs, ugly monstrosities that they kept just in case they needed to confine someone. It hadn't been a problem in New York, but Sunnydale habits die hard. The ropes were too tight to wiggle out of, but not tight enough to cut off all circulation. Steel handcuffs were also used to secure the intruders wrists to the arms of the chair as a back up measure.
Anya leaned on the wall, glaring at them. "They're awfully heavy. I don't know if it's good for me to be dragging bodies considering my condition. If he's dead, you throw the body out."
Xander shook his head at his wife, eyes sparkling with amusement. "He's not dead, sweetie. Dead men don't normally bleed, and his cheek keeps twitching. You might have given him brain damage, but he'd not dead."
"Let us out of here! You can't do this to us!" The man that Xander had hit demanded, trying to stand up. The handcuffs rattled, and he remained seated. "Let me go!"
"You broke into our apartment! Into our bedroom. We could have been having sex in there, and you would have interrupted!" Anya glared at the man, her eyes dark from anger. "You're trespassing on private property, and that means... well, it's very illegal."
"Focus honey. We need to know why they're here." Xander smiled, perfectly content to let his darling wife be the 'bad cop' in this interrogation."
Tugging futilely on the handcuffs, the man looked at Anya, unable to miss her furious glare. "We weren't looking for you."
"I've worked to hard for this stuff to let you take it. I can shoot a would be burglar." Anya glared, lifting a gleaming dark metal crossbow, pointing it menacingly towards the man. A sword leaned against the wall beside her. "A couple warning shots and the final one to the head..."
"Calm down, honey. We don't need to shoot him." Xander's voice lacked any real anger. "But if these two aren't here looking for us, why are they here? Looking for the jewelry box?"
"I'm not some miserable thief!" Glaring, the tied up man didn't seem to realize that his answers weren't helping his situation.
Anya had a sword resting just under his Adam's apple in less time than it took for the unfortunate to finish glaring. Her voice was low and menacing as she growled "Tell me what you were doing here before I make you a head shorter."
"W-we were going to grab that woman... the mutie lover. That's it." He licked at his lips, now very nervous. "S-sorry to have bothered you two."
"Mutie lover?" Anya's puzzlement was clear as she repeated the words. "What are you talking about?"
"He's meaning Willow. Remember, her date with Warren? They were planning to grab her." Xander's voice had a hard, cold edge to it.
"What?! I can kill him. Really. If I just lean forward a little and push..." Anya changed the angle of the sword, the point pressing against the man's throat and drawing a few drops of blood.
"What did we learn before we moved here? Never kill someone in your house, it always makes a mess." Xander shook his head. "And the blood would get everywhere."
The man tried to pull away from the sword, cringing as much as he could while tied into the chair.
"I think we should call the cops and have them arrested. Breaking and entry, intent to kidnap, trespassing... I'm sure they can take them away for something." Xander glared at the bound captives, his hands shaking from outrage. "And if they try again, we can just kill them, and the problem will be over."
"Right, there will be no kidnappings from my store." Anya scowled and nodded, the movement causing a subtle change in the sword point. "And no huge blood stains over the walls and floor, it's bad for business."
"Honey, it's not your store, it's Willow's." Xander sighed, leaning against a wall. "Where did we leave the phone anyhow?"
"That's close enough to my store for this." Anya shrugged, unconcerned with the finer details of ownership just now. "And the phone was beside the microwave."
"Right. If he gives you any trouble, run him through anyhow." Xander made his way towards the kitchen, wondering how likely Anya was to actually kill the guy and how likely would it be to upset him. They had broke into the building to try to kidnap Willow. That was a very bad thing. But still... it would probably be bad to kill them, especially since they were pretty tied up - that would rule out self defense.
Dialing the police station, he sighed as he started his report. "Hello, I'd like to report a break in. Two guys came into the apartment building, all dressed in dark clothing, with dark paint over their faces. Can you send an officer or two over to collect them?"
Several minutes later, as he hung the phone up, Xander still wasn't certain if he would be upset if Anya did kill the guy, but he was reasonably certain a police officer was on their way over.
Apparently, a night of uninterrupted sleep just wasn't in the cards for him and Anya.
end Feather Links 5: Not in My Store.