{buffyverse} things are looking up
Title: Things are Looking Up
Author: Aaronlisa
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel the Series
Pairing/Characters: Anya/Darla
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel belong to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: Written for punch_kicker15 for Round #137 at femslash_minis. The request was for the pairing with snow, money, and hope without a killing spree or either lady dying.
Notes: This is very AU when it comes to both ladies. It's set sometime around BtVS Season Four and AtS Season One. Both ladies are very much human.
Summary: Anya enters a dive bar with five dollars in her pocket and a wish to make everyone pay for what's happened to her.
Word Count: 909
She's on her last five dollars and she hates Boston. She hates it with a passion. If this is what being a human is all about, then she's rather not be a human. The only problem is that no one is willing to take a chance on her, And by no one she means any of the demons who have the power to turn her back into a demon. D'Hofffryn had run a successful smear campaign against her. There's no chance of her becoming Anyanka again, instead she's stuck as Anya Jenkins. A pathetic loser who can't even get a vampire to turn her.
With a sigh, she enters the dive bar off of the well beaten track with the hopes of finding someone who will pay for a glass or two of the rotgut that the place sells as whiskey.
* * *
Darla enters the dive bar with the hopes that if she drinks enough tonight she can forget all about Angel and the lawyers at Wolfram and Hart. She wants to get out of town but she has no idea where to go. A lot has changed since she was last human and even more has changed since she was a vampire. There had been a time when it wasn't hard to get all that she wanted either by looking pretty or by intimidation or both. Now, she's lucky if someone even gives her the time of day.
* * *
Anya sits down on the barstool and wonders why she left Sunnydale and even California. The snow outside has kept a lot of people away. It's kept pretty much everyone way except the few waitresses and the bartender who work there and the most devout of patrons. The only other person there who looks like she might be interested is a pretty blonde. Anya's never been afraid to work either side of the playing field - and if she was more honest with herself, she'd probably admit that she prefers women over men. She can trust women in a way that she can never trust men, especially not after Olaf and even more since D'Hoffryn.
However pretty this woman is, there's something feral and wild about her. Something intrinsically dangerous that puts Anya on high alert. It's too late to move so she orders the cheapest drink that she can think of - a shot of tequila which is $2.50 because it's happy hour - although she's pretty sure this bar hasn't seen happiness in a couple of decades, if not longer.
The liquor burns as she slams the shot back. If she had been smart she would have ordered a beer. She can at least sip at that. Now she has only enough to order another shot, which will be gone in seconds. Coming out tonight was a waste of money and time.
She has too much of the latter and not enough of the former.
* * *
At first Darla hadn't been happy with the younger woman had slid onto the seat beside her but as she watches her, she thinks that maybe this is what she needs. That this girl who is probably far younger than twenty-one is the one that can help her get to where she needs to be - as far away from Wolfram & Hart's greedy grasp as possible. Darla smiles as she waves over the bartender.
"Two shot glasses and a bottle of that tequila," Darla orders.
She puts the money down on the sticky counter top as the bartender does what she demands. When the transaction is done she turns to the younger woman who looks hungry in so many ways that Darla is looking forward to discover.
"How about we go over to that booth and have a private conversation?"
* * *
There's a heady mix of danger and hope rolling off the woman next to her but she's just turned Anya's night from miserable and pathetic into one full of potential. She nods her agreement and grabs the glasses while the blonde grabs the bottle. Anya finds herself mesmerized by how the woman glides across the room. When she sets the glass down on the table and slides into the curved booth, she's surprised when the blonde grabs her wrist gently and tugs on her arm to have her slide closer until they're sitting side by side.
"I think I want you closer."
The woman murmurs before she places a chaste kiss on Anya's lips.
There's something intoxicating about her and Anya can sense the power that lays beneath the surface. She's not a demon or a vampire but she moves like one even though Anya can feel her pulse when she places her hand on the blonde's wrist.
"How?" Anya asks.
"It's a long story, a very long and boring one."
She almost asks to hear it anyway. But in the end she settles on the hope she feels, this is a woman that she can befriend and take her revenge against everyone who's recently told her no. Maybe there's a price to pay but Anya isn't worried that the cost will be too high or dear. She has a feeling that whatever the blonde has in mind will be for their mutual benefit. Anya smiles when the blonde pour them each a shot of the amber coloured liquor.
Things are starting to turn up for the first time since Sunnydale.
((END)
Author: Aaronlisa
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel the Series
Pairing/Characters: Anya/Darla
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel belong to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: Written for punch_kicker15 for Round #137 at femslash_minis. The request was for the pairing with snow, money, and hope without a killing spree or either lady dying.
Notes: This is very AU when it comes to both ladies. It's set sometime around BtVS Season Four and AtS Season One. Both ladies are very much human.
Summary: Anya enters a dive bar with five dollars in her pocket and a wish to make everyone pay for what's happened to her.
Word Count: 909
She's on her last five dollars and she hates Boston. She hates it with a passion. If this is what being a human is all about, then she's rather not be a human. The only problem is that no one is willing to take a chance on her, And by no one she means any of the demons who have the power to turn her back into a demon. D'Hofffryn had run a successful smear campaign against her. There's no chance of her becoming Anyanka again, instead she's stuck as Anya Jenkins. A pathetic loser who can't even get a vampire to turn her.
With a sigh, she enters the dive bar off of the well beaten track with the hopes of finding someone who will pay for a glass or two of the rotgut that the place sells as whiskey.
* * *
Darla enters the dive bar with the hopes that if she drinks enough tonight she can forget all about Angel and the lawyers at Wolfram and Hart. She wants to get out of town but she has no idea where to go. A lot has changed since she was last human and even more has changed since she was a vampire. There had been a time when it wasn't hard to get all that she wanted either by looking pretty or by intimidation or both. Now, she's lucky if someone even gives her the time of day.
* * *
Anya sits down on the barstool and wonders why she left Sunnydale and even California. The snow outside has kept a lot of people away. It's kept pretty much everyone way except the few waitresses and the bartender who work there and the most devout of patrons. The only other person there who looks like she might be interested is a pretty blonde. Anya's never been afraid to work either side of the playing field - and if she was more honest with herself, she'd probably admit that she prefers women over men. She can trust women in a way that she can never trust men, especially not after Olaf and even more since D'Hoffryn.
However pretty this woman is, there's something feral and wild about her. Something intrinsically dangerous that puts Anya on high alert. It's too late to move so she orders the cheapest drink that she can think of - a shot of tequila which is $2.50 because it's happy hour - although she's pretty sure this bar hasn't seen happiness in a couple of decades, if not longer.
The liquor burns as she slams the shot back. If she had been smart she would have ordered a beer. She can at least sip at that. Now she has only enough to order another shot, which will be gone in seconds. Coming out tonight was a waste of money and time.
She has too much of the latter and not enough of the former.
* * *
At first Darla hadn't been happy with the younger woman had slid onto the seat beside her but as she watches her, she thinks that maybe this is what she needs. That this girl who is probably far younger than twenty-one is the one that can help her get to where she needs to be - as far away from Wolfram & Hart's greedy grasp as possible. Darla smiles as she waves over the bartender.
"Two shot glasses and a bottle of that tequila," Darla orders.
She puts the money down on the sticky counter top as the bartender does what she demands. When the transaction is done she turns to the younger woman who looks hungry in so many ways that Darla is looking forward to discover.
"How about we go over to that booth and have a private conversation?"
* * *
There's a heady mix of danger and hope rolling off the woman next to her but she's just turned Anya's night from miserable and pathetic into one full of potential. She nods her agreement and grabs the glasses while the blonde grabs the bottle. Anya finds herself mesmerized by how the woman glides across the room. When she sets the glass down on the table and slides into the curved booth, she's surprised when the blonde grabs her wrist gently and tugs on her arm to have her slide closer until they're sitting side by side.
"I think I want you closer."
The woman murmurs before she places a chaste kiss on Anya's lips.
There's something intoxicating about her and Anya can sense the power that lays beneath the surface. She's not a demon or a vampire but she moves like one even though Anya can feel her pulse when she places her hand on the blonde's wrist.
"How?" Anya asks.
"It's a long story, a very long and boring one."
She almost asks to hear it anyway. But in the end she settles on the hope she feels, this is a woman that she can befriend and take her revenge against everyone who's recently told her no. Maybe there's a price to pay but Anya isn't worried that the cost will be too high or dear. She has a feeling that whatever the blonde has in mind will be for their mutual benefit. Anya smiles when the blonde pour them each a shot of the amber coloured liquor.
Things are starting to turn up for the first time since Sunnydale.
((END)