Leaving her for the cavalry...off for vengeance

[oneeyed_zeppo]

I stood up from the chair and turned from Dawn, my decision made. "Dawn..." How would I tell her I was out for revenge? "Dawn..." I mean it's hard enough to keep her still and non-vengeful..."Look, I have to go to the morgue wing and then home to get Buffy's things...for the funeral arrangements. Coroner and all." Great, lie to Dawn, why don't you

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[warren_is_gone]

"Thank God he's gagged, because trust me, I know, he's quite a screamer."

I smirked from where I was running my fingers up and down Andrew's long, pale neck.

"Is that true, Xander? Can't hack it in the bedroom, can we? I always figured you for a minute man." I laughed mockingly, my eyes going colder than even before as I looked at him. God, he and all his friends made me sick.

"Well, don't worry about that anymore. I'll make sure that Anya here gets plenty of satisfaction where it counts. After all, I'm sure she'd got an entire relationship's worth of unsatisfied sexual needs to sate."

"You know." I added, almost as an afterthought. "All this time, you and your damn friends underestimated me. You brushed the Trio and I off as a worthless geek, someone you didn't have to worry about because we posed no threat. And in the end, it was us who killed not one, but two of your most powerful assets, your two closest friends. That's pretty ironic, isn't it? Boy, did you assholes ever fuck that one up."

"Can we just leave him to sit there for awhile and make him think about how disgusting and scummy he is?"

"Leave him?" I raised an eyebrow at Anya. "Sure, we'll leave him. But we should probably drop him off back at the newly deceased Buffy's house soon, that bullet wound and those cuts are bleeding pretty badly."

"Give me just a minute, though." I said, smiling sweetly at Anya and Andrew. I then let Andrew go, and walked over to a corner of the basement to pick up a heavy iron crowbar that had belonged to my father once.

As soon as I was within swinging distance of Xander, I went insane. I slammed that crowbar into his face and stomach over and over again, nearly sobbing with the orgasmic rush of doing it. The sickening crack every time I crunched a bone was music. The sound of his nose crunching was like a symphony, and by the time I was done with him his face was a bloody pulp and I was sweating.

Finally, I turned away from him, dropping the now-bloody crowbar onto the cement floor with a clang. I was breathing heavily, all but panting.

"Excuse me, I do believe I rather lost my temper there." The cold smile was back on my face again as I looked at Anya and Andrew.

"Okay. Now we can leave him here for a while. I say we give him an hour to soak in his own pain, and then toss him onto Buffy's doorstep."

[addicted_andrew]

As Warren continued to talk down to our barely-conscious Xander, it finally hit me. I finally pinned down my exact emotional assessment of this situation. It had taken me a while, but I'd finally done it. As Warren's fingers played up and down my neck, his arm holding me securely in place by his side as he, Anya, and I stared at Xander tied to the chair bleeding in front of us, it occurred to me exactly what that odd feeling I was experiencing right now was.

All of this, everything that had happened and how we were going about it, seemed... dirty.

Not like bad or illegal dirty, or messy dirty, but... but sexually dirty. I felt like I was peeking on Tucker having sex in his bedroom with one of his drug friends while high. Or like the first time I managed to unscramble some cable porn. It was wrong, but exciting. It was exciting because it was wrong... and because, you know, Warren stroking my neck was kinda hot.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't exactly heard what Warren and Anya had been talking about, but I didn't really need much time to have the details filled in for me after Warren picked up the crowbar from the floor. I watched Warren go at Xander with it, in all it's sickening, forbidden, disturbing beauty, without looking away once. It still registered in my brain - I knew that what we were doing wasn't right, at all. But that's what we'd set out to do, right? We were trying to be super villains. This is the sort of thing super villains did in comics that didn't follow the comic code so strictly anymore. This is what we were supposed to do now.

When Warren finished, he let the crowbar drop and the sound caused me to blink for the first time since I saw the piece of metal strike Xander's body. I found that my mouth had been open, slightly agape, and now my lips were dry. Wetting them quickly, I smiled back at Warren.

"Yeah, we should... we should go to your room or something. I-I hear solitary confinement can be pretty nasty too."

The question is... what are we going to do to pass an hour's worth of time?

With that thought, my smile changed a bit, looking both shy and guilty at the same time. The sort of smile a girl might give her boyfriend after inviting him inside after a school dance, but definitely not the smile I should probably have after watching Xander be nearly beaten to death.

This was so dirty.

[anya_ankyanka]

I shouldn't help but shudder a little when the heavy metal crowbar smashed Xander's face and stomach over and over again. Warren was getting really into it, all sweaty and excited. He was breaking bones and spilling blood, and positively adoring it.

Andrew watched in adoration. I don't think he would ever do that to someone, but he just watched Warren's face. I couldn't help it either. His excitement for hurting and killing was contagious. Hadn't seen it in awhile. Hallie and I sometimes got like that a few times, just going hogwild on a few mortals, but we were demons. We had no souls. Warren was a human, but he managed to stifle his soul and morals.

"Solitary confinement is awful," I blurted out quickly, nodding and agreeing with Andrew. I partially wanted to get a chance to talk to Warren and Andrew. I had a feeling it would be a lot of 'Yeah, and then you did this and that was SO cool.' But I could deal.

Right before we headed to Warren's room, I picked up the crowbar and gave Xander one hard smash across his left cheek, splitting it open and causing it to bleed profusely,

"Mm, that's sure going to hurt tommorow." I murmured before throwing the crowbar down, making sure it hit the knee that got short early.

[warren_is_gone]

"Yeah, we should... we should go to your room or something. I-I hear solitary confinement can be pretty nasty too."

I smirked down at Andrew, running my fingers through his soft blonde hair. It was apparent that he enjoyed seeing me like this, was getting off on watching me say and do things that he'd never be able to. And I was cool with that. I was glad to sate his repressed violence with my own bloodthirst.

"You want to go to my room?" I raised a suggestive eyebrow at both he and Anya. "Why don't we all go to my room, yes?"

I watched with both eyebrows raised as Anya gave Xander a good hard crack with the crowbar, feeling the heat rise under my skin. Watching them both like this, seeing the bitter anger I'd fostered in both of them...for me, it was sexy.

"All right Mr. Harris, you've earned a reprieve. Don't worry, you'll be going home soon." I smiled sweetly at the broken, bloody Xander as we headed upstairs. Life was so sweet I could taste it.

"Come on guys, let's go celebrate. Ma won't be home for hours, and there's a bottle of Merlot in the fridge."