Who: Anya Jenkins and her ghost What: The former vengeance demon gets a visit When: December 21st- night Where: The Hyperion Rating: PG13 Status: Complete as a narrative, open if someone wants to tag
It was all very unsettling, this ghost business. Anya had been spending most of her days researching what could possibly be behind it, and her nights just praying that no one came to visit her. Over a thousand years of being alive, she had more than a few people in her history who would be more than happy to take some time to torment her.
"Oh honey, don't be so pessimistic."
The voice was unmistakable, that sing-song tone and wry humor. Anya's jaw dropped as she turned around, to see her standing there, looking around the Hyperion kitchen with a slightly turned up nose of distaste.
"Hallie?"
Halfrek the Vengeance Demon, known to her friends as Hallie and destroyed, life and soul, several years ago, looked at where Anya was doing the washing up with a tut of disapproval. "Cleaning, darling, really? Come on, put that down and crack me open some wine and we can catch up."
Her gaze was already flicking around trying to find the wine selection when Anya was suddenly there, flinging her arms around her old friend excitedly. Hallie frowned as she realized Anya had quite failed to dry her hands. "Honey, soap."
"Oh, sorry," Anya stepped back, reaching for the towel as she stared at her old friend with a look of wide eyed amazement. "I just can't believe you're here!"
"Oh I know," Hallie nodded with a smirk. "Now make the most of it and get me that wine. We have some serious catching up to do, starting with the latest on Xander Harris Take Two and moving on to why you're not hexing Sam Winchester to New York and back." Hallie looked at Anya with a pointed gaze. "Honestly, why you don't show that boy who's boss, I do not know. You are, at heart, still a vengeance demon Anyanka. Immortal or not, that flair and passion is still there."
As Hallie talked, Anya was busy opening a bottle of red wine, always their favorite to drink together back in the day, pouring two very generously sized glasses. She laughed slightly, shaking her head with amusement. "It's complicated, Hallie. He's annoying and confusing in many many ways, but I think we have something of an understanding. And Xander..." she paused as she blushed, though a impish grin spread across her face. "He's still definitely a Viking in the sack."
"Well, darling," Hallie took the wine and led them both out to the sofas of the lobby, sitting comfortably and clearly preparing to spend quite a bit of time with her. "You have to tell me everything."