Two Anya fics
Both written for whedonland challenges.
Before these two snippets, I hadn't written anything for the character of Anya in well over a year. I am aware that I haven't found her voice yet, but hopefully with a bit more practice, I'll get it back. I've missed her!
Fic #1
Characters: Anya and Spike
Prompt: this image
Word Count: 316
Summary: Anya and Spike meet five years after Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything
Warnings: I don't like this piece of writing, but I'm posting it in order to (hopefully!) track an upward progression lol!
Five years ago, both of them died.
And yet, now here they sat, as they did every year on this day, very much alive.
Spike gestured to the snarl demon behind the counter, “Another round here mate,” He turned towards his drinking buddy who was pouting at her empty shot glass, “On second thoughts, best just bring the bottle.”
“Anyway, what was I saying… Oh yes! And so I said… well, if you didn’t want your husband to be covered in pus-filled boils than you should have kept your oddly over-sized mouth shut. I do not read minds you know, and work on a strictly ’you wish it, I dish it’ policy. That‘s one thing I never truly appreciated when I was a vengeance demon, the lack of a refund policy. You would not believe the number of slug candles I had to refund! Just because they caused a green itchy rash on human skin, apparently I have to reimburse monies for used goods!” The vengeance demon gestured wildly, causing the delicate balance of the numerous empty drink glasses on their table to falter, sending how of them crashing to the ground.
The rest of the bar roared in delight as the glasses crashed to the ground. Spike scowled at Anya, “Wanna draw anymore attention to such love?”
“Me drawing attention? I’m not the one with the bleach blonde hair that stands out like a shrimp in the land of no shrimp!” A new bottle of Jack Daniels was placed on their table by a now-disgruntled bartender who proceeded to clean Anya’s mess from around them. Anya picked up the bottle and unsteadily poured them both another shot. Handing one to Spike, Anya took hers in the other hand and held it up, “ A toast!”
“To five years since Sunnydale!” They clinked their glasses together and downed their drinks.
“Happy Anniversary Anya.”
“Happy Anniversary Spike.”
Fic #2
Characters: Anya
Prompt: the episode SELFLESS
Word Count: 502
Summary: Anya prepares for D'Hoffryn's revenge
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything.
“That’s a start”
Anya forced a reassuring smile before turning away from Xander. She wasn’t O.K. Far from it in fact, but Xander couldn’t help her and all his large brown eyes were doing were giving her smushy, somewhat confusing feelings for her ex-fiancé, which she really did not need to deal with now.
So Anya walked. Her cheeks still wet from her tears, her body throbbing with pain from her fight with Buffy and her heart grieving for her dear friend Halfrek.
Never go for the kill when you can go for the pain.
It felt like Anya’s chest tightened as she remembered D’Hoffryn spitting out those words to her. He had gone for the pain alright. Poor, poor Hallie. She’d been nothing but the best of friends to Anya for centuries and a devoted employee to D’Hoffryn, yet he didn’t think twice as he destroyed her.
Anya’s pace quickened. Maybe it was because she was trying to get away, or maybe it was because she wanted to get off the streets in a hurry. Yes, D’Hoffryn had spared her, but that was now. What was going to happen when he returned to the realm? Whilst vengeance demons weren’t known for it, they are huge gossipers and the fact that D’Hoffryn had allowed one who had chosen mortality over vengeance to live?
That was not going to go down well around the water cooler.
No. D’Hoffryn would be back for her, no matter what he had said. She had made a fool of him and he wouldn’t let her get away with that.
Without even realising it, Anya’s stride had quickened further until she was running towards the local convenience store. She ignored the many confused looks at her blood strained face and dishevelled clothing that greeted her as she entered and headed straight to the condiments and sauces aisle. She grabbed three large packets of salt, some sage and a bunch of other herbs that looked like the ones she’d had in the Magic box. She sniffed the thyme. Not as stinky as she hoped, but add a little newt eye and it should do the trick.
Anya grabbed all of her items tightly in her arms and took it over to the counter. The cashier was slow as he put her items through the till causing Anya to tap her foot in frustration. With the last item packed into the paper bag, Anya shot a glare at the cashier and slammed a few crumpled up bills on the counter before hurrying out of the store and straight back to the apartment.
___
Anya sat on the floor in the centre of her apartment surrounding by a circle of salt. Bunches of herbs and incense hung around the apartment and various ligaments of former creatures dangled from string at every window.
The former vengeance demon sat quietly with a stake and a small axe placed neatly in front of her as she waited for them to come.
She was ready.
Before these two snippets, I hadn't written anything for the character of Anya in well over a year. I am aware that I haven't found her voice yet, but hopefully with a bit more practice, I'll get it back. I've missed her!
Fic #1
Characters: Anya and Spike
Prompt: this image
Word Count: 316
Summary: Anya and Spike meet five years after Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything
Warnings: I don't like this piece of writing, but I'm posting it in order to (hopefully!) track an upward progression lol!
Five years ago, both of them died.
And yet, now here they sat, as they did every year on this day, very much alive.
Spike gestured to the snarl demon behind the counter, “Another round here mate,” He turned towards his drinking buddy who was pouting at her empty shot glass, “On second thoughts, best just bring the bottle.”
“Anyway, what was I saying… Oh yes! And so I said… well, if you didn’t want your husband to be covered in pus-filled boils than you should have kept your oddly over-sized mouth shut. I do not read minds you know, and work on a strictly ’you wish it, I dish it’ policy. That‘s one thing I never truly appreciated when I was a vengeance demon, the lack of a refund policy. You would not believe the number of slug candles I had to refund! Just because they caused a green itchy rash on human skin, apparently I have to reimburse monies for used goods!” The vengeance demon gestured wildly, causing the delicate balance of the numerous empty drink glasses on their table to falter, sending how of them crashing to the ground.
The rest of the bar roared in delight as the glasses crashed to the ground. Spike scowled at Anya, “Wanna draw anymore attention to such love?”
“Me drawing attention? I’m not the one with the bleach blonde hair that stands out like a shrimp in the land of no shrimp!” A new bottle of Jack Daniels was placed on their table by a now-disgruntled bartender who proceeded to clean Anya’s mess from around them. Anya picked up the bottle and unsteadily poured them both another shot. Handing one to Spike, Anya took hers in the other hand and held it up, “ A toast!”
“To five years since Sunnydale!” They clinked their glasses together and downed their drinks.
“Happy Anniversary Anya.”
“Happy Anniversary Spike.”
Fic #2
Characters: Anya
Prompt: the episode SELFLESS
Word Count: 502
Summary: Anya prepares for D'Hoffryn's revenge
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything.
“That’s a start”
Anya forced a reassuring smile before turning away from Xander. She wasn’t O.K. Far from it in fact, but Xander couldn’t help her and all his large brown eyes were doing were giving her smushy, somewhat confusing feelings for her ex-fiancé, which she really did not need to deal with now.
So Anya walked. Her cheeks still wet from her tears, her body throbbing with pain from her fight with Buffy and her heart grieving for her dear friend Halfrek.
Never go for the kill when you can go for the pain.
It felt like Anya’s chest tightened as she remembered D’Hoffryn spitting out those words to her. He had gone for the pain alright. Poor, poor Hallie. She’d been nothing but the best of friends to Anya for centuries and a devoted employee to D’Hoffryn, yet he didn’t think twice as he destroyed her.
Anya’s pace quickened. Maybe it was because she was trying to get away, or maybe it was because she wanted to get off the streets in a hurry. Yes, D’Hoffryn had spared her, but that was now. What was going to happen when he returned to the realm? Whilst vengeance demons weren’t known for it, they are huge gossipers and the fact that D’Hoffryn had allowed one who had chosen mortality over vengeance to live?
That was not going to go down well around the water cooler.
No. D’Hoffryn would be back for her, no matter what he had said. She had made a fool of him and he wouldn’t let her get away with that.
Without even realising it, Anya’s stride had quickened further until she was running towards the local convenience store. She ignored the many confused looks at her blood strained face and dishevelled clothing that greeted her as she entered and headed straight to the condiments and sauces aisle. She grabbed three large packets of salt, some sage and a bunch of other herbs that looked like the ones she’d had in the Magic box. She sniffed the thyme. Not as stinky as she hoped, but add a little newt eye and it should do the trick.
Anya grabbed all of her items tightly in her arms and took it over to the counter. The cashier was slow as he put her items through the till causing Anya to tap her foot in frustration. With the last item packed into the paper bag, Anya shot a glare at the cashier and slammed a few crumpled up bills on the counter before hurrying out of the store and straight back to the apartment.
___
Anya sat on the floor in the centre of her apartment surrounding by a circle of salt. Bunches of herbs and incense hung around the apartment and various ligaments of former creatures dangled from string at every window.
The former vengeance demon sat quietly with a stake and a small axe placed neatly in front of her as she waited for them to come.
She was ready.