Buffy and her tag-alongs still stood there, even after Warren had been burnt away to nothing. It didn't take long, thankfully, or Miss I'm-Gonna-Save-Everyone-Even-If-They-Killed-One-Of-My-Best-Friends would have found a way to save him. Willow was clinging on to Tara as if she was her life support, Buffy had the most disgusted look on her face, and Tara herself just stood there, staring at Anya with the most disappointed, yet, sympathetic look on her face. Anya smiled, a dark, tightlipped smile.

"Well, that was fun. Too bad you kids didn't get to join along." Anya smirked.

"Anya, you can't just kill a human like that! It's wrong!" Buffy exclaimed.

"It's wrong, it's wrong, bla bla bla. It's wrong what this monster did to Xander. He deserved to die."

"And be tortured?" Tara questioned. Anya stared at her with an icy glare.

"It was part of the package."

"Package? Anya- what's gotten into you? I know you're angry, but-" Willow started.

"But I can't let my anger out? I can't punish Warren for what he did? You can't stop me Willow. None of you can. Just accept that." Anya yelled harshly. With that, she winked out of sight and left the three of them standing in disbelief.

"I think she got all of that strength and power from the black arts books I saw missing. Her eyes- they were so- dead. And her lips were black. I don't think this is just Anya angry. It's Anya-."

"The witch," Willow interrupted Tara, "Anya the evil witch. And don't forget she still has her vengeance demon powers."

"We have to stop her," Buffy resolved, "Before she hurts people- or herself."

"Sure, but where do we start? We don't even know where she went." Tara said.

"Well, you could do a locating spell again, but knowing Anya, she's probably at the Magic Box." Buffy replied. Willow looked at her, skeptical.

"I think we should just go home first. You know, take a breather, greet Dawn…" Willow said the last phrase slightly out of breath.

"Oh, poor Dawnie. First Mom, now Xander…" Buffy sighed.

"I just can't believe that he's really gone. I mean, Xander. No more cheesy jokes. No more… anything." Willow stopped because her voice began to shake.

"Please," Tara begged, "Just don't channel your frustration the way Anya did."

They had already begun walking a while ago, and now they were at the edge of the woods, about a block away from the house. On the way there, they walked in silence, all distanced from one another, probably looking like a gang to other people. When they all entered the house, Dawn was sitting on the couch, watching Charmed. Didn't she already have enough demons in her life? Dawn looked up curiously as they entered, their faces somber and Willow's tearstained.

"Guys, where were you? What's wrong? Where's Xander?" Dawn's questions were like a drill going through Buffy's brain. She put an arm around her little sister.

"Dawn, I have to talk to you." Buffy said, leading her to the other room. Willow and Tara were left alone, and they simultaneously sat down on the couch. Willow let her head rest on Tara's shoulder, who stoked her hair.

"I think it's my fault." Willow whispered.

"What? Will- of coarse not! Warren killed Xander because he's insane. It's not your fault."

"No, not that. I know. I think it's my fault about Anya. I shouldn't have yelled at her, I think that's why she became so angry."

"Willow- Anya was already angry. Nothing you did or said made her kill Warren. Anya can't handle losing Xander because she loved him, even if she didn't want to admit it at the time. No words had any impact on Anya. She was too upset. Imagine if I lost you. I wouldn't be listening to people, I'd just tune them out because I was hurt." Tara explained as she hugged Willow.

"I guess." Willow said. It was then Buffy came into the room.

"How'd she take it?" Tara asked, "Is she okay?"

"Like any normal fifteen-year-old, I guess. She ran to her room and slammed the door. But I think she'll be okay as we all are when she gets over the shock." Buffy stated, sinking into the chair across from them. "She didn't ask about Anya, thankfully, because I'd have trouble explaining.

"Speaking of Anya," Willow questioned, "I wonder what she's doing now…"

Anya knew what she had to do. She almost had a checklist. She had to find a bigger place than her apartment or the Magic Box, one that blended in and hopefully, the identity kept secret from the Scoobies. She had to get witches and form a coven. She had to get more power. Lots more. And she had to resurrect Xander.

Now, Anya knew that she couldn't resurrect someone killed by natural causes (although she didn't consider murder too natural) but she had discovered that it's just very difficult.

Not many people knew this, but there was a way to bring people killed by natural causes back to life. Back in her early vengeance demon days, she had heard of it. It took a lot of power, true, but with the help of a coven that was checked off. It involved lots and lots of potions and herbs, time, and most importantly of all, a blood relative. She didn't know past that, like the actual ceremonial thing, but she knew that she needed a living blood relative. Knowing this would be slightly difficult, she decided to do that first.

Anya flashed away to Mr. and Mrs. Harris.