WHO: Anya/Anyanka WHAT: A grieving Vengeance demon WHEN: After Xander's death WHERE: the Hyperion RATING: PG13 STATUS: COMPLETE- narrative (though if someone wants to tag they're welcome to)
Anya stared at Willow's message, willing it to disappear. Xander couldn't be dead. She didn't think she could accept such a concept. He was Xander, he had to live so she could be mad at him for leaving her at the alter. He had to live so she could forgive him and they could get back together. She teleported directly into his room, not caring about any security or magical wards since that Petrelli boy had given her clearance to enter the hotel. When she saw him she had to choke back a sob as she ventured closer. Tentatively she reached out to touch the body. As soon as her fingers brushed his face any semblance of composure left her and she began to cry, tears rolling down her face as she curled up against his chest, her heart breaking at his lack of heartbeat.
She wasn't sure how long she stayed there, crying until there was nothing left in her. She felt numb as she finally sat up, her eyes fixed on his too-still face. Still staring at him she felt her own features change, her human disguise disappearing to reveal her true demonic face. Anyanka would not try to pass for human again. Briefly she remembered a time before she loved Xander, confronting a version of Giles that no longer existed. "I'm not afraid of you. Your only power lies in the wishing." "Wrong." She knew where she had to go, teleporting to Faith's room. She looked coldly at the dead Slayer, laid out on her bed, still stained in blood. Anya would have cared. Anyanka did not. She turned towards the wardrobe, opening it up and rummaging through the weapons there before finding a suitable sword, the blade long and cruel. She smiled grimly as she lifted it up before teleporting back out to the streets of LA. It didn't take long for a demon to cross her path. After it glanced at her and dismissed her as not human she swung the sword around in a deadly arc, neatly slicing off the creature's head. More followed and Anyanka used her demon strength to cut a bloody path of destruction that did nothing to lesson her pain or grief.
"But why?" One looked up at her as it lay dying. "Aren't you one of us, on our side?"
Anyanka looked down at it, her face emotionless. "The only side I'm on is my own." The blade came down, crunching through the demon's skull.