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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[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."