Everything was moving so fast. I feel like what Buffy must have felt like when Warren stuck that temporal distortion chip on her, except you know, sexier. I blinked, and realized that my shirt had been peeled off, which was a relief, as it was getting way too hot with that on. We hadn't really even done anything yet and already I was panting. The only rush I'd ever felt like this was after I summoned anything big, but even that was just this really quick whoosh. This was a whoosh that just kept going.
Warren's hands kept moving over my body, dragging more whimpers from me. I must have sounded so pathetic making those quiet little sounds. Like... like a girl or something. But, what else was I supposed to do? I- sure, I'd thought about doing this kind of thing with Warren - I mean no I haven't... but if I did, I don't think the exact pitch of my voice was would have been my top priority in my thoughts. He didn't seem to mind, though
( ... )
I knocked on the door of the small house, hoping that the people I was looking for were home. I can't believe I'd sunken so low to go on a geek hunt.
"Hello???" I shouted, leaning against the doorbell so it rang.
What could they possibly be doing? They killed the Slayer already, were they playing Dungeons and Dragons... or setting up video cameras for their sick pleasure?
"Is anyone home?" I yelled again, ringing the doorbell repeatedly.
God, Andrew was so hot when he was like this. When he let all of his inhibitions go, when he arched his back against me like that, when he moaned like a starving man staring wide-eyed at a feast spread out in front of him. His head was thrown back, his eyes clenched shut, his long, pale throat exposed in a way that made me want to lower my head and nip his heated flesh with my teeth.
"No... You’re perfect."
I smirked down at him. "Yeah, I'm pretty hot, aren't I?"
The sound of my own zipper sounded deafening in my ears, and the feel of Andrew's shy hand slowly dragging it down was causing a slight rush of vertigo. My erection throbbed a little painfully against my jeans, but it was okay because soon there was going to be nakedness and then sex and everything was going to be perfect and mind-blowing and feel so good...
"Oh sorry, were you sleeping?" I asked half-heartedly as I walked past him and into his house.
"So this is where you live. Nice place... where are all the computers and invisible-ray-guns?"
Warren just stood there looking confused,
"I'm Anya. You know, the one you saw having sex with Spike? On the table? Yes, well even though you killed two of my friends... I need some help. You see, I don't really have a place to stay, and I'm not really able to become a demon again right now and I'm feeling all vengeful, and I heard you were the one to go to if I wanted to hurt someone's feelings... or something."
It was all so perfect, going so well. Everything had fallen into place and now that I knew what was about to happen, it wasn't so so scary and I was ready (or I guess I better have been ready). Warren was there, and I was on his bed, and pants were being removed and doorbells were being rung...
Wait, what?
Warren froze on top of me. He hadn't gotten up to go to the door, but already the moment was ruined. He tried to yell something towards the front door of the house, but I guess whoever was at the door didn't want to leave because the doorbell kept ringing and Warren was leaving. He was leaving me. He was leaving me all hot and bothered and half-dressed on his bed to stomp up the stairs from the basement to answer the door
( ... )
"No. I was fucking." I answered the hot girl bluntly, watching almost in awe as she just stepped into my house and looked around.
"Do I know you?"
"So this is where you live. Nice place... where are all the computers and invisible-ray-guns?"
"In the basement. Can I fucking help you, lady?" I asked, my erection still tenting a bit but slowly going down. For this, I was glad.
"I'm Anya. You know, the one you saw having sex with Spike? On the table? Yes, well even though you killed two of my friends... I need some help. You see, I don't really have a place to stay, and I'm not really able to become a demon again right now and I'm feeling all vengeful, and I heard you were the one to go to if I wanted to hurt someone's feelings... or something."The wheels in my heads started turning, but I tried not to show it. Anya. I remembered her now. She was one of the slayer's friends, in that pathetic little crew of hers. Of course, she didn't seem all that broken up that Buffy was dead, so they couldn't have
( ... )
I rolled my eyes, "Willow? Red head, really powerful witch. She probably was the most powerful wicca in this hemisphere..."
Wait... fucking? My eyes darted from Warren to... the other guy. Surely he must jest. Hot.
"Why do you care? They're dead anyway. Or do you get your little power trip off on shooting people... seems pretty boring to me. I prefer going for the hurt, you know, playing on human emotions rather then just firing a gun."
I broke the gaze with Warren,
"Listen, I could pay rent or something... I have a job, I'm just not really sure what's going to happen now that the most powerful witch and the slayer is dead."
He was relishing in this. I suppose I would be too, if I was still evil. I mean, I guess I am pretty evil for not caring as much as I should. But certainly I wouldn't shoot Buffy or Willow.
"All I want to do is hurt Xander." I stated bluntly. Even though he might be hurting over Willow and Buffy, his two best friends, he's left me. Ignored me, didn't even come to me for help.
"Willow? Red head, really powerful witch. She probably was the most powerful wicca in this hemisphere..."
I blinked, my head starting to spin. So Willow was dead. I'd never known her really, but I knew that she was Buffy's closest friend.
I felt a deep and intense stab of sadness as soon as I realized this. I would have loved to have been able to watch her die. To see her bloody corpse crumpling to the ground in that graceful, slow-motion arc, to recognize the understanding and appreciation of death's honest beauty as the ghost left her body
( ... )
"What I do need to know, Anya...is exactly how much you can handle. You say you're here for revenge and you want in on our little organization, fine. But I refuse to deal with someone who's going to burst into fucking tears every time I need to shed some blood, you know? I need someone who can deal with a little of what the unenlightened of our society might refer to as 'monstrous'."
"You join us, and you'll have your revenge. But to survive the Trio, you need to have a slightly altered view of morality, get me? That was what ended Jonathan's career as a supervillain, and I'd be highly disappointed to have the same happen to such a seemingly promising killer such as yourself."After he'd finished going off on his little rant. I covered my smile immediately
( ... )
I was still feeling all kinds of awkward, but when Warren told me to shut up and sit down, I did so immediately. Anyone who knew Warren would be picking up on the don't-fuck-with-me vibes he was giving off. If Jonathan were here, he'd have backed himself up against a wall by now. But this Anya girl didn't seem to be using her spidey senses to pick up on this fact.
I crossed my legs a little self-consciously (though I couldn't really too much, since... uh, you know) as I listened to what Warren had to say. Yeah, killing... s-so we were going to be killing now? Like, actively? Like Joker at Barbara Gordan's door with a gun with that life-changing bullet? No, he meant more successful. So then, more like Vargas with Psylocke in X-Treme X-Men? I... I guess I could do that for Warren. The thought made my stomach kinda funny, but it felt that way after that thing with the body on the stairs a few weeks ago too. I got over that fine. Getting away with murder was kinda cool, after all. We would really be supervillains!
My eyes narrowed at Anya as she finished her little self-important tirade about how great she was. I let her talk, and then I held up a hand.
"Think twice, woman. I'm already riding quite the killing high right now, it wouldn't take much for me to take you down right now."
My voice was calm in that warning sort of way that I used sometimes. That "Fuck-with-me-for-just-one-more-second-and-I'll-fucking-kill-you" voice.
"If there's going to be one ground rule that I set down right the fuck now, it's this; leave Andrew alone. Feel free to be his friend, to hang out with him, whatever. But so help me God, if I hear one word about you hurting him, his feelings or otherwise, or touching him in any way he doesn't like, then I will not hesitate to slit your fucking throat, Ms. 'All-powerful demon'. I don't give a living fuck who you think you are. This is my turf
( ... )
Usually I wouldn't stand to being talked to like that, but considering that I wasn't a demon currently, and I wasn't exactly the strongest person, nor was I in any sort of place to insult the people who were willing to take me in. It took a lot to not 'wig out' at him, but I managed to say
"Fine," through gritted teeth.
"Consider yourselves respected. But you have to respect me too, even though word on the street is that you're not a big fan of women."
Yeah, like he would ever fully respect me, no matter what. Still, even as I tactless as I was said to be, I knew when I needed to stay in my place.
"Think twice, woman. I'm already riding quite the killing high right now, it wouldn't take much for me to take you down right now."
Just double-checking something here... it's really really horribly sick and twistedly wrong to get kinda maybe turned on when Warren says things like that, right?
Y-yeah, of course. Silly me, I knew that. Very wrong. Very bad.
"If there's going to be one ground rule that I set down right the fuck now, it's this; leave Andrew alone. Feel free to be his friend, to hang out with him, whatever. But so help me God, if I hear one word about you hurting him, his feelings or otherwise, or touching him in any way he doesn't like, then I will not hesitate to slit your fucking throat, Ms. 'All-powerful demon'. I don't give a living fuck who you think you are. This is my turf."Ok, double-double-check this time... I shouldn't feel all warm and squishy when Warren threatens to kill someone who's mean to me, right? I mean, I shouldn't have the urge to go "awwww!" and go hug him, 'cause what he said is kinda serial-
( ... )
"Consider yourselves respected. But you have to respect me too, even though word on the street is that you're not a big fan of women."
"Thank you." I said simply, leaning back against the couch pillows. "And no, I can't say that I am. Mainly because the majority of women in the world are catty, mindless, worthless and soul-sucking bitch whores who serve no purpose other than breeding stock. I look forward to finding out that you do not belong to that majority, Anya. Your decision to become one of the Trio is already a rather enormous indication of that, by the way."
I offered her a grin, feeling better now that Andrew's feelings didn't seem to be in any immediate danger of wounding.
"And let me add that once you do become one of the Trio, I'll definitely defend you with the same voracity that I did Andrew just now. We take care of each other. Us supervillains you know, gotta stick together."
It was funny now, though--now that I'd actually killed someone, taken a human life, two human lives, the idea of being a 'supervillain'
( ... )
"And no, I can't say that I am. Mainly because the majority of women in the world are catty, mindless, worthless and soul-sucking bitch whores who serve no purpose other than breeding stock."
I raised my eyebrow at that, but found it in my best interest not to argue, I didn't want to be another bloody corpse on the path of Warren's murderous scheme.
"I look forward to finding out that you do not belong to that majority, Anya. Your decision to become one of the Trio is already a rather enormous indication of that, by the way."
"Yes well, I know where the real power is when I see it..."
"All right. Now that we have our new prospective member, let's talk plans. I've gotten rid of the Slayer and one of her most powerful friends, as well as having procured us money for a long time. The next issue at hand is getting our name out there. We need to pull off something big, something so impressive that people have to sit up and take notice. Take us seriously
( ... )
(addicted_andrew under another username)andrew_unwellsJanuary 16 2005, 13:00:50 UTC
It's times like this that make me realize just how weird my life is. Ok, fade out, flashback time here, let's review today: I spend the night in a jail cell with Jonathan, who was up the whole time convinced that the guy next to us (who was totally in for parking tickets) was going to make him his butt-monkey. I was rescued when Warren kicked open the police station door in the best mood I'd ever seen him in, he kissed me and Jonathan before leaving the shorter one of us behind. We get back to his place where tells me that he actually killed the Slayer. He then proceeds to do all kinds of very-unstraight but still kinda nice things to me, only to be interrupted by Anya. She tells us she wants to be in with the trio. Then Warren and her start brain storming about what other crimes to commit, including torturing one of Anya's friends (who I'm pretty sure she was sleeping with, 'cause he got all mad after everyone saw Spike and Anya making like a bad porno... or, uh, a good porno... in the magic box
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Warren's hands kept moving over my body, dragging more whimpers from me. I must have sounded so pathetic making those quiet little sounds. Like... like a girl or something. But, what else was I supposed to do? I- sure, I'd thought about doing this kind of thing with Warren - I mean no I haven't... but if I did, I don't think the exact pitch of my voice was would have been my top priority in my thoughts. He didn't seem to mind, though ( ... )
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"Hello???" I shouted, leaning against the doorbell so it rang.
What could they possibly be doing? They killed the Slayer already, were they playing Dungeons and Dragons... or setting up video cameras for their sick pleasure?
"Is anyone home?" I yelled again, ringing the doorbell repeatedly.
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"No... You’re perfect."
I smirked down at him. "Yeah, I'm pretty hot, aren't I?"
The sound of my own zipper sounded deafening in my ears, and the feel of Andrew's shy hand slowly dragging it down was causing a slight rush of vertigo. My erection throbbed a little painfully against my jeans, but it was okay because soon there was going to be nakedness and then sex and everything was going to be perfect and mind-blowing and feel so good...
Riiiiiing!The fucking doorbell ( ... )
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"Oh sorry, were you sleeping?" I asked half-heartedly as I walked past him and into his house.
"So this is where you live. Nice place... where are all the computers and invisible-ray-guns?"
Warren just stood there looking confused,
"I'm Anya. You know, the one you saw having sex with Spike? On the table? Yes, well even though you killed two of my friends... I need some help. You see, I don't really have a place to stay, and I'm not really able to become a demon again right now and I'm feeling all vengeful, and I heard you were the one to go to if I wanted to hurt someone's feelings... or something."
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Wait, what?
Warren froze on top of me. He hadn't gotten up to go to the door, but already the moment was ruined. He tried to yell something towards the front door of the house, but I guess whoever was at the door didn't want to leave because the doorbell kept ringing and Warren was leaving. He was leaving me. He was leaving me all hot and bothered and half-dressed on his bed to stomp up the stairs from the basement to answer the door ( ... )
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"No. I was fucking." I answered the hot girl bluntly, watching almost in awe as she just stepped into my house and looked around.
"Do I know you?"
"So this is where you live. Nice place... where are all the computers and invisible-ray-guns?"
"In the basement. Can I fucking help you, lady?" I asked, my erection still tenting a bit but slowly going down. For this, I was glad.
"I'm Anya. You know, the one you saw having sex with Spike? On the table? Yes, well even though you killed two of my friends... I need some help. You see, I don't really have a place to stay, and I'm not really able to become a demon again right now and I'm feeling all vengeful, and I heard you were the one to go to if I wanted to hurt someone's feelings... or something."The wheels in my heads started turning, but I tried not to show it. Anya. I remembered her now. She was one of the slayer's friends, in that pathetic little crew of hers. Of course, she didn't seem all that broken up that Buffy was dead, so they couldn't have ( ... )
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Wait... fucking? My eyes darted from Warren to... the other guy. Surely he must jest. Hot.
"Why do you care? They're dead anyway. Or do you get your little power trip off on shooting people... seems pretty boring to me. I prefer going for the hurt, you know, playing on human emotions rather then just firing a gun."
I broke the gaze with Warren,
"Listen, I could pay rent or something... I have a job, I'm just not really sure what's going to happen now that the most powerful witch and the slayer is dead."
He was relishing in this. I suppose I would be too, if I was still evil. I mean, I guess I am pretty evil for not caring as much as I should. But certainly I wouldn't shoot Buffy or Willow.
"All I want to do is hurt Xander." I stated bluntly. Even though he might be hurting over Willow and Buffy, his two best friends, he's left me. Ignored me, didn't even come to me for help.
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I blinked, my head starting to spin. So Willow was dead. I'd never known her really, but I knew that she was Buffy's closest friend.
I felt a deep and intense stab of sadness as soon as I realized this. I would have loved to have been able to watch her die. To see her bloody corpse crumpling to the ground in that graceful, slow-motion arc, to recognize the understanding and appreciation of death's honest beauty as the ghost left her body ( ... )
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"What I do need to know, Anya...is exactly how much you can handle. You say you're here for revenge and you want in on our little organization, fine. But I refuse to deal with someone who's going to burst into fucking tears every time I need to shed some blood, you know? I need someone who can deal with a little of what the unenlightened of our society might refer to as 'monstrous'."
"You join us, and you'll have your revenge. But to survive the Trio, you need to have a slightly altered view of morality, get me? That was what ended Jonathan's career as a supervillain, and I'd be highly disappointed to have the same happen to such a seemingly promising killer such as yourself."After he'd finished going off on his little rant. I covered my smile immediately ( ... )
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I crossed my legs a little self-consciously (though I couldn't really too much, since... uh, you know) as I listened to what Warren had to say. Yeah, killing... s-so we were going to be killing now? Like, actively? Like Joker at Barbara Gordan's door with a gun with that life-changing bullet? No, he meant more successful. So then, more like Vargas with Psylocke in X-Treme X-Men? I... I guess I could do that for Warren. The thought made my stomach kinda funny, but it felt that way after that thing with the body on the stairs a few weeks ago too. I got over that fine. Getting away with murder was kinda cool, after all. We would really be supervillains!
"Excuse me, but do ( ... )
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"Think twice, woman. I'm already riding quite the killing high right now, it wouldn't take much for me to take you down right now."
My voice was calm in that warning sort of way that I used sometimes. That "Fuck-with-me-for-just-one-more-second-and-I'll-fucking-kill-you" voice.
"If there's going to be one ground rule that I set down right the fuck now, it's this; leave Andrew alone. Feel free to be his friend, to hang out with him, whatever. But so help me God, if I hear one word about you hurting him, his feelings or otherwise, or touching him in any way he doesn't like, then I will not hesitate to slit your fucking throat, Ms. 'All-powerful demon'. I don't give a living fuck who you think you are. This is my turf ( ... )
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"Fine," through gritted teeth.
"Consider yourselves respected. But you have to respect me too, even though word on the street is that you're not a big fan of women."
Yeah, like he would ever fully respect me, no matter what. Still, even as I tactless as I was said to be, I knew when I needed to stay in my place.
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Just double-checking something here... it's really really horribly sick and twistedly wrong to get kinda maybe turned on when Warren says things like that, right?
Y-yeah, of course. Silly me, I knew that. Very wrong. Very bad.
"If there's going to be one ground rule that I set down right the fuck now, it's this; leave Andrew alone. Feel free to be his friend, to hang out with him, whatever. But so help me God, if I hear one word about you hurting him, his feelings or otherwise, or touching him in any way he doesn't like, then I will not hesitate to slit your fucking throat, Ms. 'All-powerful demon'. I don't give a living fuck who you think you are. This is my turf."Ok, double-double-check this time... I shouldn't feel all warm and squishy when Warren threatens to kill someone who's mean to me, right? I mean, I shouldn't have the urge to go "awwww!" and go hug him, 'cause what he said is kinda serial- ( ... )
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"Thank you." I said simply, leaning back against the couch pillows. "And no, I can't say that I am. Mainly because the majority of women in the world are catty, mindless, worthless and soul-sucking bitch whores who serve no purpose other than breeding stock. I look forward to finding out that you do not belong to that majority, Anya. Your decision to become one of the Trio is already a rather enormous indication of that, by the way."
I offered her a grin, feeling better now that Andrew's feelings didn't seem to be in any immediate danger of wounding.
"And let me add that once you do become one of the Trio, I'll definitely defend you with the same voracity that I did Andrew just now. We take care of each other. Us supervillains you know, gotta stick together."
It was funny now, though--now that I'd actually killed someone, taken a human life, two human lives, the idea of being a 'supervillain' ( ... )
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I raised my eyebrow at that, but found it in my best interest not to argue, I didn't want to be another bloody corpse on the path of Warren's murderous scheme.
"I look forward to finding out that you do not belong to that majority, Anya. Your decision to become one of the Trio is already a rather enormous indication of that, by the way."
"Yes well, I know where the real power is when I see it..."
"All right. Now that we have our new prospective member, let's talk plans. I've gotten rid of the Slayer and one of her most powerful friends, as well as having procured us money for a long time. The next issue at hand is getting our name out there. We need to pull off something big, something so impressive that people have to sit up and take notice. Take us seriously ( ... )
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