Pairings: None in this fic!
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A/N: TNL # 78. This is right after Xander left Anya at the altar. http://tnl.moonlitpaths.com
Anya was out walking one night. It was dark that evening as she was thinking about memories of Xander and her going through her brain. After most of the memories she thought of how much she hated him for leaving her and all the vengeance she could bring down upon him. She had been thinking about becoming a Vengeance Demon again, but she wasn't positive yet.
She pulled her overcoat closer to her and crossed her arms together. At the same time pain and anger was going through her head. It ended with some tears flowing freely out of her eyes. She kept her head down as she walked without noticing that a few tears were dribbling out.
Anya ran straight into someone. "Sorry" she mumbled and then went past them without looking at their face.
"Anyanka?" a deep voice said. She lifted her head and wiped her tearstained face then turned around.
"D'Hoffryn? What are you doing here?" her voice was a little shaky.
"You want me to buy you a drink?" he offered her his hand. "The demon bar is just around the corner."
"Okay" she said as she took his hand. They walked along the road and at the end of the block they entered the bar. It was dark and gloomy with strands of beads at the doorway. Everyone became quiet when the two walked in. After Anya and D'Hoffryn sat at the bar they became noisy once more.
"A beer and a double martini" D'Hoffryn said to the bar tender.
"What are you doing here, D'Hoffryn?" Anya asked as she took a sip of her martini.
"Nothing, really" he said.
"Come on, you only come on business. Not to check on one of your former Vengeance Demons."
"You have pain and anger. You need to be a Vengeance Demon again. Just like old times. How `bout it?"
"I don't know."
"Just think about it. I'll be in the back alley of the magic shop. Meet me there at five o' clock and give me your answer." He poofed away.
"Fine then, leave me" she said taking another sip of her drink. She handed the tender a five dollar bill and then left the door with her purse in hand and more moments running through her brain. She was older than a thousand years old and could live forever more.
Butterflies were in her tummy. It was four thirty and she still hadn't figured out what she was going to do. She was wiping a table clean and thinking all about it. All night the thought of being a Vengeance Demon, again, had been running through her brain.
Anya so desperately wanted to become a demon again, but she didn't know if she could handle it. As she closed the shop Giles left her with, a pop came from the air. She spun around aiming the spray bottle at D'Hoffryn's eyes ready to spray if it was a stranger.
"Do you have to do that?" she asked, agitated.
"I decided to stop by early and get your answer." He smiled. His smile scared her, truly. All those fangs were just creepy in that twisted little smirk he concocted up on his own. Slime oozed from his mouth at the same time.
"I don't know."
"I have given you enough time to think, Anyanka. You either become one, or you don't."
"I don't" she said.
"I would love being a demon again, but what if Xander and I happen to get back together again? Come back in a couple of months or so, and maybe I will."