BtVS/Golden Girls
Anya sat in at a bar in Miami, drinking her sorrows away. Xander had recently called off their wedding, devastating her. She had decided to go away for a while and had ended up in Florida.
"What happened to me? I used to be one of the best damn vengeance demons. I excelled at my job. Dammit, I was proud of my work! Then everything went downhill. Because of one stupid wish that backfired, I got turned back into a human. Then I fell in love with a mortal man, and expected to have regular orgasms for the rest of my human life. Until our mess of a wedding day happened! He called off our wedding. Said that he didn't want us to end up like his parents, with him hating me. It turns out that someone I had struck vengeance on in my past wanted revenge. He showed Xander a fake glimpse of the future and how our life together would turn out. Even though Xander found out that it was fake, the damage was already done. The doubt was there and he called off our wedding. You want to know the irony of the whole situation?" Anya asked the bartender, who had a very awkward look on his face.
"Uh what's that?" He was just doing his job, and yea, there was always the occasional weird customer that talked to him with their life story, but this blonde really took the cake. Vengeance demons? Regular orgasms? Was she for real? Never in his mind, would he have even conceived that they would belong in the same conversation. Ever.
"He was the reason that led to me becoming human again. He had cheated on his girlfriend at the time with his best friend. The girlfriend found out and broke up with him. Then she made a wish and I granted it. Later, she realized that she was wrong and tried to change everything back. It eventually led to my necklace that held my powers being broken, thus me becoming human again. I should have known then that he was a bastard." Anya ranted bitterly.
"You think you've got problems? Try being in a body like this and needing to use a walker wherever you go, needing to use glasses and hearing aids, having to get assistance whenever you have to use the bathroom because of arthritis, and needing to wear adult diapers at night, sometimes waking up in your own mess. Oh, and the sex isn't what it used to be either. Those are real problems, missy." Anya looked at the little old lady staring back at her.
"Who are you?" Anya asked.
"Sophia Petrillo." The lady answered.
"I'm Anya. Did all of that really happen to you?" Anya wondered. She cringed inwardly at the thought of no more orgasms. She would rather die.
Sophia gave her a sly smile and answered, "No, but you looked like you needed some cheering up."
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