Season 4 AU

DeadlyDuo

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This is my first Buffy fanfic ever. I'm posting chapter 1 now so I don't keep going over and over it. Any comments and constructive criticism is welcome. Hope you enjoy.


It was a light Friday evening. Buffy was pleased that she’d made it through her first week at UC Sunnydale without incident. Aside from dropping a pile of books on Professor Walsh’s TA’s head and having to deal with the vampire gang that were picking off freshman students, things had been relatively quiet on the demon front. She knew this wouldn’t last, it never did, something always inevitably happened to throw her life into chaos. Whatever was brewing, she hoped it didn’t pick tonight to start happening; she had a date with Parker. Facing the gloriously mundane dilemma of which top to wear, Buffy turned to Willow for advice. “So what do you think, this one or this one?”

Willow, who had been Buffy’s roommate since the start of term, gazed up from her book at the two tops Buffy held in her hands. One was cream, floral and off the shoulder whilst the other was a far more risqué red number. “I don’t know” she shrugged. “What kind of look are you going for?”

“One that says I like you but I’m not being obvious about it” answered Buffy. “You know, just being casual.”

Unsure whether she was the best person to ask, Willow gave it her best shot. “The cream one. It’s cute rather than sexy.”

Buffy looked down at the red top. “What’s wrong with sexy?”

“Nothing!” Willow replied hastily. “You know what, go with the red one. Sexy is good.”

Finding Willow’s response only marginally helpful, Buffy could now make her choice based on the outcome of a question: Did she want to be cute or did she want to be sexy?

Willow watched Buffy spend ten minutes deciding on which top was better before eventually settling on wearing the cream one. “You look nice” she complimented.

“Thanks” said Buffy, checking her appearance in the mirror before returning the red top to the closet. With her hair and makeup already done, she was ready to go and was just waiting for Parker to pick her up. She paced nervously. “Are you sure this looks okay? I mean, does it give the right vibe?”

“The vibe is fine” Willow reassured her. “Parker’s going to love it.”

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief and tried to distract herself from the impending date. She caught sight of Willow’s book. “Whatcha reading?”

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s stone” enthused Willow. “It’s about a boy who discovers he’s a wizard and he goes to a magical school called Hogwarts and-”

“I get the picture” Buffy nodded, regretting she’d even asked. There was a knock at the door and she went to answer it, glad of the interruption.

“Hey, Buffy” greeted Parker. “You ready to go?”

“Sure!” she beamed. “Let me just grab my bag. See you later, Willow.”

“Have fun!” Willow called as Buffy closed the door behind her. She returned to her book, engrossed in what was going to happen next. The bedside phone rang, disturbing her from her reading. She picked up the receiver and put it to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, Will” came Xander’s voice. “I’ve got two tickets for Dudley Do-Right. You fancy seeing the movie with me?”

“Uh…sure” Willow agreed. “When do you want to go?”

“The next showing is in forty minutes, you think you can make it?”

Willow was surprised by how soon Xander expected her to be there. “Forty minutes?”

Xander was apologetic. “I know it’s not a lot of time but I’ll explain when you get here.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” Willow put the phone down, fetched her coat and purse from the closet and left, locking the door behind her.

Xander looked at his watch as he stood waiting for Willow outside the Sun Cinema on Maple Court. It had been thirty five minutes since his phone call and there was still no sign of her. He contemplated calling again but then reminded himself that Willow wouldn’t pick up if she was already on her way.

With three minutes to go until the showing, Willow appeared, red in the face and out of breath. She’d gotten there as fast as she could, cutting through alleys and running as much as her legs allowed. “Sorry I’m late” she puffed.

“Don’t sweat it. If we hurry, we can still make the trailers.” Xander pulled her by the hand as he sprinted inside.

An hour and a half later, they emerged from the cinema slightly disappointed at the quality of the movie. It was dark now, well past sundown, and they wanted to get home before they ran into one of Sunnydale’s nocturnal citizens.

After a few minutes of walking in silence, Willow turned to Xander. “So what’s with the shirt and aftershave? Do you have a date?”

“I had a date” corrected Xander. “Or rather I would’ve if Molly had bothered to show. We were supposed to get some food before the movie so I waited, after an hour it became obvious she wasn’t coming.”

Willow was sympathetic. “You waited an hour?”

“Like the idiot I am” responded Xander bitterly. “I swear women look at me and see one big joke.”

“You’re not an idiot” comforted Willow. “And you’re not a joke. I don’t know who this Molly is, but she’s the idiot for standing you up.

“Thanks, Will” smiled Xander, feeling a little cheered up. “How come you’re on your own tonight, I thought you’d be with Oz or Buffy?”

“Oz has a gig and Buffy’s on a date with Parker” explained Willow.

“The fabled Parker” mused Xander. “What exactly do we know about him?”

Willow began to tell everything she knew about Parker, some of which she’d gleaned from Buffy. “He’s in my Psych class, he has a reflection and goes out during the day-”

“Always a plus” interjected Xander, remembering how Buffy’s last boyfriend was a vampire that tried to send the world to Hell.

Willow ignored Xander’s comment and continued. “He’s got brown hair, blue eyes. Tonight is his and Buffy’s third date. She said he was taking her to a bar, she didn’t know which one, but there was going to be dancing.”

Xander stopped walking, realisation sinking in. “Parker doesn’t want to dance. He’s taking Buffy to a bar where he can get her drunk, probably so he can have sex with her.”

“Nonsense” scoffed Willow. “Parker’s a nice guy. Besides, she’s Buffy. If he tries anything untoward, she’ll kick his ass.”

“I hope she does or else I will.”

Willow rolled her eyes before being distracted by a noise in the dark alley behind her. “What was that?”

“A large cat” lied Xander. “Come on, let’s go.”

Willow didn’t move. “What if someone needs our help?”

“What if someone wants to kill us?” Xander shot back. A noise in the dark in Sunnydale often meant a vampire or demon was nearby and he didn’t bring any stakes.

“We can’t just leave” said Willow defiantly as she entered the shadowy passageway.

“It’s a bad idea, Will!” Xander protested, but he was met with deaf ears. With no other choice, he followed Willow and hoped that they made it out the other side alive.

They both crept quietly, trying not to make a sound as they turned the corner. They came up behind a female vampire who, lit by a solitary streetlamp, was feeding on a helpless victim.

“Quick, pass a stake” Willow whispered.

Xander shook his head. “I didn’t bring one. I was supposed to be on a date, remember? You try and explain to a woman that the long hard thing in your pants isn’t what she thinks it is, see where it gets you.”

The vampire dropped the lifeless woman to the ground and caught the scent of Xander’s aftershave. She turned towards them, ready to make another kill. “Are you spying on me? That’s not nice.”

Willow stared in shock as she was confronted by Drusilla, her face in vampire form.

“We’ve gotta get out of here” Xander urged but Willow was frozen to the spot. “Will, come on!”

Drusilla approached swiftly, pushing Xander out of the way and grabbing Willow by the throat. She slammed her hard against the brick wall, giggling with amusement as the young witch let out a cry of pain. Holding the struggling girl steady, Drusilla grinned with glee as she joyfully tightened her grip.

Willow couldn’t breathe. Her head was spinning and her vision started to blur. She didn’t want to die.

Xander saw what was happening and lunged at Drusilla, tackling her to the ground.

Her airway no longer compressed, Willow gasped for oxygen as her knees buckled beneath her.

Drusilla hissed in anger at having her fun interrupted and lashed out, punching and kicking as Xander tried to avoid the blows. She caught him in the face, knocking him off balance, which gave her the opportunity to dive forward and sink her teeth into his neck.

Seeing Xander in trouble spurred Willow into action. She found a discarded glass bottle beside her and smashed it into Drusilla’s head as hard as she could.

Drusilla yelped, caught by surprise at the fresh attack, and quickly got to her feet. She glared at Willow malevolently before retreating.

“Are you okay?” Willow asked worriedly, rushing to Xander’s side.

Xander sat up and clutched his neck. “I’m fine. We have to find Buffy, let her know that Spike and his wacky girlfriend are back in town.”

Willow wasn’t keen on the idea of Spike being back in Sunnydale, not after how terrifying her previous experience with him had been. Being threatened with having a broken bottle shoved in her face was not something she wanted to repeat. She helped Xander get up. “We don’t know Spike is with Drusilla, she could be here alone?”

“I seriously doubt it” argued Xander. “Drusilla doesn’t exactly play with a full deck, and considering what happened last time we saw the guy, the odds of him not being around somewhere are slim.”

Willow was reluctant to admit that Xander was probably right. The thought of Spike, and his reaction to their fight with Drusilla, filled her with dread.

Xander saw the look of fear on Willow’s face. “Hey, it’s going to be all right. We’ll tell Buffy, she’ll dust them, and we can all live happily ever after. Okay?”

Taking a deep breath, Willow nodded and did her best to remain calm.

“Okay then. Any chance you could fix this hole in my neck?” said Xander, trying to take Willow’s mind off of Spike and Drusilla.

“There’s a first aid kit in my room back on campus, I can patch you up there.”

They warily made their way back to Stevenson Hall, keeping watch for any more danger. The campus lights were comforting and there were still plenty of people meandering about the grounds, making another vampire attack unlikely. Willow unlocked the door to her room and they entered. She retrieved the first aid kit and took out a Band-Aid before cleaning the wound. The puncture holes weren’t as bad as Willow thought they were going to be and she applied the dressing easily.

“Thanks, Will” smiled Xander. “Is your head okay?”

Willow rubbed the back of her head. “Yeah, a little sore but still intact. Buffy should be back in an hour or two, I think we should tell her about Drusilla together.”

“Good idea” Xander agreed. He caught sight of Willow’s book lying on her bed. “Whatcha reading there?”

Meanwhile, under the streets of Sunnydale, Drusilla glided sulkily along the tunnel. She saw Spike discussing something with another vampire so she left him to it and made her way to their sleeping quarters. Miss Edith was sat on the desk laughing at her so Drusilla threw her across the room to teach her a lesson. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind, accompanied by a familiar scent.

“Is something the matter, pet?” Spike asked, kissing Drusilla’s cheek.

Drusilla leaned back and ignored the question. “I thought you were finding my ring?”

“Be patient, love. I was talking to Brian just now, he says we need to dig from underneath the crypt where the walls are thinnest. We’ll start doing that in the morning, the Gem of Amara should be yours by the afternoon.” He kissed her again before releasing her. “I’m going to get something to eat, fancy coming?”

“I’ve already eaten.”

“You never said you were going out” remarked Spike, disappointed that once again Drusilla would rather eat alone than with him.

She brushed past him and wandered over to the bed. “I was bored and you were busy.”

Spike followed. “I always have time for you, you know that.”

Drusilla pouted, she didn’t like being bashed in the head by the slayer’s friend. She turned to face Spike. “Do you love me?”

“Always” he answered without hesitation.

Satisfied with his response, Drusilla stepped closer and nipped at his neck before whispering in his ear. “Hurry back.”

Spike smirked as Drusilla lay down on the bed, her invitation clear. He had no intention of disobeying her request. He quickly picked up his coat and left.

It was two o’clock in the morning when Buffy arrived back at her dorm. She had planned on staying with Parker for the night but found his snoring too irritating to abide. She quietly closed the door and tip-toed across the floor to her own bed, not wanting to wake Willow who was already fast asleep. At least that had been the idea. She tripped over something in the dark and let out a yell as she went tumbling to the floor.

Willow switched on the bedside light, having been woken by the loud crash. “Buffy?”

Buffy looked to see what she’d fallen over. “Xander? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you, we thought you’d be back hours ago” replied Xander, rubbing his leg. “We need to talk.”

Buffy groaned. It had been her first time having sex since Angel, a big step in her and Parker’s blossoming relationship, the last thing she wanted was a lecture. “I’m tired. Can’t it wait ‘til morning?”

“Drusilla’s back in town and we think Spike is with her” blurted out Willow.

Buffy let out another groan. She knew the peace was too good to last.
 
Your story would be better for the reader if there wasn't so many lines missing between the lines of story, also when a person talks, instead of:
"I don't know," she shrugged. "What kind of look are you going for."
If you write it as
"I don't know what kind of look are you going for," she shrugged.
OR
"I don't know," she shrugged, "what kind of look are you going for?"

As you did at the start write six lines then have a line break, that way can have a rest break, return and find where they were up to.
 
I like it so far. It's interesting because when I've watched the episodes where Spike was trying to get the gem of Amara in season four of Buffy and on season one of Angel in the past I've thought that if he had been with Drusilla still he would have wanted her to have it instead of himself so that he could be sure that she was always safe and so that she could go out in the sun and things like that. He always wanted to do whatever he could to please her and take care of her when he was with her. So this is a really interesting story line you have set up that fits their characters and their relationship. I'm interested to see how the rest of it unfolds.
 
It was midday when Buffy returned to her dorm room, frustrated that her search of the burnt out factory and Angel’s old mansion had both been a waste of time. She knew Drusilla was in town somewhere, probably Spike too, and yet the two vampires remained infuriatingly elusive. She’d been hoping that they had gone back to using one of their previous hideouts as a base, which would’ve made her job in locating them a lot easier, but they’d clearly chosen to make things as difficult as possible. She had no clue where to look for them next, other than some place dark and gloomy. Half of Sunnydale fit that description. As she opened the door, she was greeted with the hopeful face of Willow.

“Did you find them?” the young witch enquired.

Buffy shook her head. “No such luck. They’re not where I thought they would be.”

“Oh.” Willow did her best to hide her disappointment, it wasn’t Buffy’s fault that Spike and Drusilla remained at large. She went to the fridge and got out a juice box, piercing the top with the accompanying straw.

“Did Drusilla say why she was back in town, maybe let something slip?” Buffy couldn’t help feeling guilty at the sight of Willow’s crestfallen expression.

“I don’t think so” Willow replied, taking a sip of the juice. “She was too busy trying to kill me and Xander.”

“Figures” sighed Buffy. She removed the stakes from her bag and dumped them back in her closet where they belonged before noticing Willow’s laptop open on the desk. “What are you doing?”

“Research” Willow answered sheepishly. “I thought if I could find any reports of fatal neck injuries from last night then it might help narrow the search, focus our attention on a smaller area.”

Buffy gazed at her with concern. “Drusilla’s attack has really gotten to you, hasn’t it?”

“No!” denied Willow. “It’s not Drusilla or what happened last night, not really.”

“Then what’s wrong?” Buffy put a comforting hand on Willow’s arm. “You can tell me if something’s bothering you, Will.”

“It’s just…..” Willow tried to find the right words. “What’s gonna happen when Spike finds out? I hit Drusilla with that bottle pretty hard, and you know what he’s like about her, he’s gonna want revenge. What if he comes after me?”

Buffy smiled reassuringly. “He’s not gonna come after you, I’ll make sure of it.”

“How do you know that? You can’t be around me all the time or Xander. What if he goes after Xander? What if he kills us? I don’t want a bottle shoved through my face and into my brain! Buffy, please don’t let him hurt me!” cried Willow, breaking down in tears. She’d tried not to dwell on the various ways Spike could torture and murder her, but now it was all her mind could think about.

Buffy pulled Willow tightly into a hug, it was upsetting to see her best friend in such distress. “I’m not going to let Spike hurt you or Xander” she promised. “I’m going to find them, both of them, and then I’m gonna stake them. They’ll never get near you.”

“Thank you” sniffed Willow, wiping her eyes. Feeling embarrassed at her mini-meltdown, she tried changing the subject. “How did your date with Parker go? I want details!”

“It went fine. Parker and I had…fun…last night.” Buffy could feel herself involuntarily blushing.

“You mean fun of the horizontal kind?”

“Maybe…..” Buffy didn’t want to be the kind of girl to kiss and tell but Willow needed cheering up and if that was the topic that did it then so be it. “It was good…..he put a lot of effort in. Two thumbs up for effort.”

It was Willow’s turn to look concerned. “You don’t sound like you enjoyed it?”

Buffy avoided eye contact. “It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it, I did, it’s just that....um.…all the time we were…..you know….I just kept thinking of Angel.”

“Is that why you didn’t stay the night?” Willow knew Angel had been a sensitive subject for Buffy since graduation, so much so that it became an unspoken rule amongst the scoobies not to mention his name unless Buffy did so first.

“Kinda” admitted Buffy. “That and Parker’s snoring was really annoying. Say what you will about Angel but he never snored... he didn’t breathe so I guess snoring was never going to be an issue there, but honestly you should’ve heard it, it was like Darth Vader was in the room. I lied so I could leave and he was fine with me going but I want to make it up to him. Cupcakes are a good apology food, right? Or maybe cookies?”

“I guess” shrugged Willow. “Though I don’t ’think you should apologise. You could’ve gotten eaten by a demon or something, all because he let you go in the middle of the night without walking you back. He should be apologising to you!”

Buffy laughed. “Will, I’m the slayer, I can handle myself. Besides, if a demon had been lurking, then Parker would’ve been the one getting eaten instead.”

Willow knew her argument had been crushed by common sense. “Yeah…well…he didn’t know that!”

Elsewhere in town, Xander was convinced life hated him. If being stood up on a date and nearly killed by an insane vampire the previous evening wasn’t punishment enough, he was now having a very bad day. The only way it could get any worse was if somebody he knew saw him, thankfully Cordelia had moved to LA otherwise she’d have a field day. When he saw the ad for this job, he had assumed that it would merely be handing out Doublemeat Palace fliers and getting paid for it. If he’d known it would involve dressing as a giant cow on Maple Court, sweating profusely and repeatedly saying the same phrase over and over, then he never would’ve applied. Unfortunately he did and now had a job to do. “Moooooove yourself to Doublemeat Palace and try one of our delicious burgers. Fun for all the family. Doublemeat is double sweet.”

“Xander?”

He recognised that voice. Plastering on a fake smile, Xander turned to face the young woman. “Anya! Last time I saw you, you were fleeing in terror and leaving everyone else to die. What brings you back to little old Sunnydale?”

“You of course” said Anya, straight-faced. “At least until I saw you in that terrible costume. How are you?”

“Great!” replied Xander sarcastically. “All my life, I’ve wanted to dress up as a giant cow. Now here I am living the dream!”

“Well that’s a pretty crappy dream, talk about low aspirations” was Anya’s blunt response.

Xander was unamused. “What do you want?”

“I think you and I should have sex.”

Of all the answers he expected, Xander could honestly say that wasn’t one of them. He stood there confused as his brain struggled to form something resembling a coherent thought. “Huh? What? Huh?”

Anya rolled her eyes at having to describe sex to the costumed man before her. “I thought we could go back to yours, take off our clothes and interlock our bodies until we both reach orgasm.”

Xander still didn’t understand. He knew what Anya was saying but not why she was saying it. Eventually, he managed to cobble together a sentence. “Look, I’m flattered that you would think of me in that way, and I’m sure you’re a nice girl in your own special universe, but I don’t love you.”

“What’s love got to do with it?” questioned Anya, failing to see the point Xander was trying to make. “I want to have sex with you so that my feelings for you will go away. It’s simple logic.”

“Not on this planet it isn’t. Sex is about, and I'm actually turning into a woman as I say this, but it’s about expressing a deep emotional connection to another person.” Xander hoped his explanation would suffice as to why Anya’s suggestion was a bad idea.

Anya ignored him and continued what she was saying. “I want to put you behind me, figuratively that is, though if you did want to take that position physically then I’m sure we could come to a compromise. I was hoping we’d be face to face for the act itself.”

“I’m working. Go away!” Xander desperately wanted to extricate himself from this awkward situation.

Anya tried to be understanding. “I see. You’re being paid by the hour to work and you’re worried that, by spending time having sex with me, you will lose out on some cash. I will pay you if that makes things easier.”

Xander couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You are not paying me to have sex with you!” he snapped, slightly louder than intended. Several people gave him strange looks as they walked past. Feeling that this particular conversation wasn’t appropriate to be having in public, Xander beckoned Anya to follow him to somewhere more private where they could talk.

Meanwhile, underground, Drusilla watched gleefully as Spike slammed Brian’s head into the table. “You had one job!” he snarled as the weaker vampire struggled feebly.

“If he can’t see properly then we should poke out his eyes” Drusilla suggested wickedly. “Blow out the candles and make them pop!”

“No! Please don’t!” begged Brian. “I can fix it! I swear! Just give me a chance to fix it!”

Spike tightened his grip round the minion’s neck. Brian had screwed up. He’d informed them that it had been clear to dig their way into the crypt containing the Gem of Amara, and as a consequence they’d hit a water pipe. Water was now pouring steadily into the tunnel all because Brian had read a chart wrong. “Dru, love, do you want to play?”

“Yes” answered Drusilla, stepping forward eagerly.

As Spike passed Brian over, he grinned at the look of sheer joy on his lover’s face as she received her new toy. “Have fun.”

“I will.” Drusilla allowed him to give her a quick kiss on the lips before he left to resume his quest for the gem. Once he was gone, she took great pleasure in dragging her nails down the side of Brian’s face, drawing blood.

Brian trembled and quivered, praying to a god he didn’t believe in that his tormentor would be merciful. He heard her giggle as her fingers came dangerously close to his right eye and could guess what was coming next, she’d practically declared her plans for him only a few minutes ago. Knowing there was only one way out of this situation, Brian hit Drusilla, catching her by surprise and knocking her to the ground. He was released from her grasp but his fate was now sealed, he could face a quick death by his own hand or a slow one by hers. Backing away as she got to her feet and advanced menacingly towards him, Brian picked up a discarded piece of wood and rammed it violently into his own chest so it would penetrate his heart.

Drusilla growled in frustration as she watched her plaything turn to dust. “Stupid Brian” she muttered to herself as she stomped back to the makeshift bedroom she shared with Spike. She had nothing to do now, nothing to do but wait for Spike to deliver on his promise. He’d worked hard to get her to take him back, and though she still didn’t fully trust him after his betrayal, things were more fun when he was around. Drusilla sighed with boredom, wondering how long it would be before she could go out in the sunlight and kill the slayer’s red-headed friend.

Back at UC Sunnydale, Buffy was secretly dialling Oz’s phone number whilst Willow was using the bathroom across the hallway. It was a little odd that he had not been to see Willow at all that morning.

“House of Dingoes. What’s up?”

“Devon? It’s me, Buffy. Is Oz there?”

“Let me check.” Buffy had to move the phone away from her ear as she heard Devon shouting from the other end of the line. “Yo, Oz! You here? Your girlfriend’s hot roommate wants you!”

Oz’s voice replaced Devon’s. “Buffy?”

“What the hell are you doing? Why have haven’t you come to see Willow?” Buffy whispered harshly so she wouldn’t be overheard, she wanted an explanation from Oz and he’d better make it a good one.

“I’m on the phone to you and I’ve been in bed. It was a late gig last night. Is something wrong, you seem kinda angry?”

Buffy was unimpressed by Oz’s casual attitude. “Damn right I’m angry! Willow nearly died last night and you’ve not bothered to come and see if she’s ok!”

There was a moment of stunned silence. “Willow nearly died?”

From the sound of Oz’s tone, Buffy realised that a step had been missed in their communication. “You didn’t know?”

“No” Oz replied. “How is she?”

“A little shaken up, like quite a lot” answered Buffy, calming down. “She could really do with you here.”

“I’m on my way. Tell her I’ll be there soon.”

Buffy hung up just as Willow re-entered the room. “Hey, good news!” she said cheerfully. “I called Oz and he’s on his way.”

Willow was annoyed by her friend’s interference. “Why did you do that? You had no right!”

“Sorry, I thought you would want him here.” Buffy was surprised by Willow’s lack of enthusiasm. “Is something going on with you two?”

“No, everything’s fine!” retorted Willow irately before taking a deep breath. She knew Buffy meant well. “I didn’t tell Oz about last night because I didn’t want to worry him. He’s been busy with his band and…and I’ve been busy with my studies, last night’s not important in the grand scheme of things. You shouldn’t have called him.”

“I’m sorry” apologised Buffy, not knowing what else to do. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Willow swallowed before nodding.

In an alley behind the magic shop on Maple Court, Xander was zipping up the front of his cow costume whilst Anya readjusted her skirt. He didn’t know how it happened. They were supposed to be having a conversation on why it was a bad idea to be having sex with each other which somehow turned into them actually having sex with each other. Now there was an awkward silence.

“So I’m over you now” commented Anya, looking down at her shoes.

“Okay” Xander replied, gazing at the wall.

Anya was incensed. “Okay? Is that all you can say? Okay?”

“Yeah?” Xander subconsciously covered his groin area to protect his man parts from the former vengeance demon stood in front of him. Why did he forget she was a former vengeance demon who dealt revenge upon men like himself? “I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“You are unbelievable” scoffed Anya in derision, rolling her eyes. “We had sex and now you’re just going to walk off like I’m some cheap whore whose services you used!”

“If you were a whore, I would’ve paid you” joked Xander trying to relieve the tension. He knew immediately by the hurt expression on Anya’s face that the joke not only hadn’t landed, but had completely missed the landing zone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then what did you mean?” scowled Anya.

Xander could feel himself sweating again. Whether that was a result of the sex, the costume or the pressure of trying to explain himself, he didn’t know. “I just meant that you’re not a whore because whores get paid to have sex whereas I’m not paying you….and I can tell that I’m not making this situation any better so how about I take you to lunch tomorrow as friends instead?”

Anya considered his offer. “So it would be like a date?”

“As friends” re-emphasised Xander, not wanting Anya to get the wrong end of the stick. Taking her to lunch was purely a platonic apology for his bad joke.

“Ok” agreed Anya. “I’ll see you at your place tomorrow. Be ready by twelve.”

As she left, Xander was hit by a realisation. How did she know where he lived?
 
Nice!

Two years between posts, and it shows. You've really grown as a writer. You've got the voice of most of the characters down pretty well, and I really liked the way you fleshed out Spike and Drusilla in thier limited 'screen' time.

The only criticism is a bit of realism where Xander and Anya is concerned. Early season 4 Xander would still be very awkward with Anya and not able to verbalize his hesitancy as well as you did here. Also the 'alley'? sex scene strained a little bit of believably, as Anya would likely prefer a clean bedroom or Xander's basement. Same goes for Xander. Likewise I don't get the speech about sex being special and then doing it in an alley transition.

Otherwise, great work!
 
Nice!

Two years between posts, and it shows. You've really grown as a writer. You've got the voice of most of the characters down pretty well, and I really liked the way you fleshed out Spike and Drusilla in thier limited 'screen' time.

The only criticism is a bit of realism where Xander and Anya is concerned. Early season 4 Xander would still be very awkward with Anya and not able to verbalize his hesitancy as well as you did here. Also the 'alley'? sex scene strained a little bit of believably, as Anya would likely prefer a clean bedroom or Xander's basement. Same goes for Xander. Likewise I don't get the speech about sex being special and then doing it in an alley transition.

Otherwise, great work!

Thanks for the feedback! 🙂

As for the alley scene, I needed Xander to take Anya somewhere more private than the middle of the public street but not too far because he was still working and couldn't go home. Also the alley is meant to be the same one where Buffy told Spike about being in heaven in Afterlife which looked reasonably clean. I envisioned Anya being the one to initiate the sex and Xander kind of going with the flow despite what he said because he can't help himself. In the actual episode, he didn't need much persuading despite what he said before hand. I see Anya as more of the driving force in the relationship which Xander kind of sleepwalks his way into. He went from telling Anya to go away and ended up offering to take her for lunch the next day. It's unclear at this stage whether that was Anya's intention all along but since Xander questions how she knows where he lives, it kind of suggests that Anya may be a little more manipulative than she's letting on. Since she used to serve vengeance on men for wronging women (mainly for cheating on them), she's using what she perceives to be the "mistress" tactics of using supposedly non-committal sex as a lure to start a relationship.
 
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