In A Dark, Dark Alley...

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Looking For Group

Summary: Something leaps out at Anya in the dark. What could it be?


As Anya stepped out into the dark, dark alley she knew something was wrong. It felt too cold, as if someone had turned the thermostat down a few degrees. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. With the garbage bag in one hand and a stake in the other she headed towards the dumpster, alert to any sign of danger. Finally she reached the dumpster and dumped the bag in. Suddenly she froze.

Sitting in the shadows behind the dumpster was the most terrifying thing she had ever seen in her life. Its glowing red eyes fixed on her, and it leapt, teeth bared. Anya turned and ran screaming to the safety of the Magic Box.

As her screams faded another figure emerged from the shadows. This one was tall and dark, with glowing yellow eyes. The warlock was at a loss. Many times had he made people run screaming in terror, but never without them actually seeing him. Picking up his rabbit he stroked it absentmindedly, wondering what had frightened the woman so much. The rabbit grinned, a gleam in it's red eyes.

You think you know me?