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"Anya!" Tara called, as she and Dawn searched the now half-destroyed village. "Anya, come on, please come out from where ever you're hiding, it's important!"
"I am not fighting the bunnies!" came Anya's voice. They found the former demon crouching behind what appeared to be this village's type of dumpster.
"We're not saying you have to do anything, Anya" Tara sighed. "But you have to know, Xander's in trouble."
"Trouble?" said Anya, eyes widening as she began to panic. "What kind of trouble?"
"The bunnies took him" said Dawn. "Destroyed half the village too."
"They took him?!" cried Anya, crawling out from beside the dumpster. "But why? Why would they take Xander?"
"Don't know" Tara shrugged. At that moment, a villager cautiously approached them.
"The bunnies left this for the hero" he said, holding out a note.
"I AM NOT A HERO!" Anya screamed, startling the villager. Tara apologised to him, taking the note.
"What does it say?" asked Dawn, peering over the wicca's shoulder.
"Great hero Anya,"Tara read, "If you ever want to see your mate alive again, you and your remaining warriors will be waiting by the foot of Carrot Mountain at sunset on Friday. Signed, his Supreme Fluffiness, Lord Flopsy."
"What day is it here?" Dawn asked the villager.
"Wednesday" he replied.
"Good, at least we've got a bit of time up our sleeve" said Tara, handing the note to Anya.
"The ball's in your court, Anya" said Dawn. "What are we going to do?" Anya looked at the note, crumpling it up as she felt the anger rising within her. The bunnies could scare her out of her wits, chase her down a hole, and destroy half a village. But they could not take her Xander away. No-one could take her Xander and get away with it. She was going to get him back, bunnies or no bunnies. Anya turned to Tara and Dawn, a look of fresh determination crossing her face.
"We're gonna murder the fluffy bastards."
Meanwhile, Xander had found himself thrown into a cage that strongly resembled a giant rabbit hutch.
"There has to be some way out of this thing" he said to himself, examining every square inch of the cage as he searched for some means of escape. Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and a huge, crowned, rabbit approached. It surveyed Xander with dark eyes, before bursting into fits of laughter.
"You?" it scoffed. "You are the hero's chosen mate? If she and the other warriors are anything like you, Anya will be easier to destroy than I anticipated!"
"Hey!" Xander yelled. "Don't talk about them like that, you don't know anything about Anya, or Tara, or Dawn." The bunny laughed.
"I know enough to know that humans stupidly form emotional attachments to their mates. Attachments that could be used to, say, lure a hero and her warriors into a trap." The bunny hopped away, laughing evilly, as Xander's eyes widened in horror. He immediately returned his attention to locating an escape route.
"I have to get out of here and warn them!"
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