a woman scorned...
who: Anya
when: Oct. 14th, eveningish
where: downtown sunnydale
invited: who ever is around
Different night, same old routine. The re-instated patron saint of scorned women felt that familiar twinge; somewhere in town there was a woman with a broken heart and a big desire to see the one who'd done the breaking suffer. Big desire... for big suffering. There was a lot of that big suffering stuff going around lately, but she couldn't let that disuade her from doing her job. Shouldn't, anyway.
Anya slipped her coat on and teleported across town to the general vicinity from whence the call for vengence came from. 'Scene of the crime', Anya thought, looking down Main Street. If this was one of those boring cop shows Xander used to flip through, or sometimes left on and snored through while she was counting up the money, she would have been the strong arm of the law, doling out justice to the unjust, walking tall and carrying a big taser stun gun baton thingy. She'd have a uniform and a pair of hand cuffs, at the very least. Part of a uniform anyway, maybe the hat. And the cuffs, gotta have the cuffs. Xander would pretend to be the robber and there would be a foot chase that ended with her tackling him, or throwing him against a wall and frisking him... then she'd have to strip search him...
The vengence demon had to unbutton the top couple buttons on her jacket, suddenly finding it a bit toasty despite being outside on a crisp fall night. It was too bad that Xander had ruined their wedding, she would have looked cute in that uniform... Xander would have looked positively edible handcuffed to the bed. They could have pretended he'd robbed a convenience store and stolen some licorice whips and chocolate syrup before she busted him, and now that she'd caught him and strip searched him, she'd have to use the evidence against him and--
Anya swallowed hard and tried to focus, but that mental image made her fan her cheeks, once, twice, and take a deep breath.
Damn that Xander!
It usually worked better to think of what a rotten creep he'd been when she set out to grant some unfortunate woman's wish. It wasn't too long ago that she'd been the woman scorned, and remembering Xander that way helped to get her creative vengence juices flowing.
Juices.
Anya swallowed hard and wiped the back of one knuckle across her forehead. There was a wish to be granted and for some reason she was obsessing over her ex and the idiot things he had done... and the really fun things they had not done with handcuffs that she wished she could wish to do.
The idea of beating a confession out of Robber Xander with licorice whips kept interfering with her demonic duties. It was starting to get frustrating. Anya stalked off down Main Street in search of the scorned woman of the hour. Time to get serious, there was vengence to be had!