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Friday, August 12th, 2005
9:49 am - Out of town, away from computers (and civilization)
Hey, guys!! Just letting you know that I won't be posting at all until the 22nd or so. I'm going out of town camping, Pennsic!! WHEE!!! Can't wait, gonna be fun!!

Now I must finish packing...eek!

current mood: bouncy

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Thursday, August 4th, 2005
11:56 pm - I think I just shocked even myself.
I feel guilty. I feel really, really guilty. And I shouldn't, should I? I mean, okay. So I did just, in essence, kick the entire Scooby Gang out of the shop. Not only out of the shop, but out of my life. Entirely. That loud slam that followed Dawn outside was not just the door closing on the Magic Box, but also on a chapter of my life. The part that I spent with Buffy and Willow and Tara and Xander and Dawn and Giles. And that new girl, Fred. We could have been friends. Tough times, she comes to Sunnydale looking for help, and I toss her out on the street.

And Giles! Giles, he was nice enough to give me a chance in the first place, left the Magic Box to me. Then he comes home to find the entire world upside down. Buffy's gone. For good. No, she's not dead, but she might as well be. She's not doing anyone any good in that coma! Just lying there. Prolonging the inevitable.

The inevitable being that this town is going to hell. Sunnydale is the hellmouth for a reason. Sooner or later, it will end up there. And I need to concentrate on what Hallie said. There is no "winning side". Not in this war. It's a fight for survival, and that's what I need to remember. I need to do what I must to survive.

Obviously, things needed to change in my life. The Scoobies, they walked all over me. Treated me like a second-class citizen, merely because I had hundreds of years of evil experience behind me! I'd reformed!

But Xander forced my hand. And things went from bad to worse. Right?

That's what I have to keep telling myself. I have to.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so hasty. But that's what they expect of Anya, correct? "Anya is nothing but a rude, hasty individual, who thinks of no one but herself and loves sex and money, not necessarily in that order." That's how they'll always think of me. But not anymore. No longer.

The shop's cleared out now. No one left but Hallie and I. Though I suspect Tucker might be lingering somewhere. No matter. I'm off...somewhere. Tonight I need...tonight I need to get back to Anyanka. No more small time vengeance. Time for the big stuff. Like it used to be. Time to change the world, change the entire dimension.

And maybe somewhere along the line, this pain will cease. Maybe this hole inside me will heal.

current mood: predatory

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Friday, July 22nd, 2005
9:49 pm
So the evening wasn't wasted. Hallie and I split up at The Bronze. No doubt she enjoyed an evening of good, care-free vengeance. I envied her. At least for the care-free part.

I smirked as I let myself into my apartment. Good vengeance, well, it wasn't my best ever, this had been no Bolshevik Revolution, but it was passable. Besides, you can only work with what you're given.

The blonde turned out to be fun. She was a student at UC Sunnydale. One of those Greek sorority types. She fit every single stereotype Hollywood ever threw out there. Blonde, blue-eyed, shallow, gullible, and dumber than a rock. Caitlin, poor Caitlin, she'd caught her boyfriend cheating on her. Repeatedly. With at least three other girls. One of them her Little Sister in her sorority. Oh, horror of horrors! This girl doesn't even know what real pain is. But I digress.

Two of the "other girls" were cheerleaders. She'd muttered something about "he thinks they're so drop-dead gorgeous, wish they'd lose those looks"...so I obliged there. She saved her real venom for the Lil Sis and her ex. I borrowed an idea from Xander for that. His penis got diseases and all. Well, Mr. College Quarterback has the same thing, a whopping case of syphilis. As does sweet Lil Sis. The other cheerleaders, aside from horrible cases of acne and dry skin no amount of Jergens will cure, can help the campus populace by spreading crabs and gonorrhea.


Look, I know it's not my best ever, in fact, it's rather tame. But it's a start, okay? And that's something. I plan on going out tomorrow...I wonder if Caitlin will have enough sense to not go for some insanely hot break-up sex with the quartback. Otherwise...her problem.

I just had an idea. Why not use the shop to my full advantage? It's mine now. Giles left, the Magic Box belongs to me. Says so in the deed. He has no say in how I run it anymore! So...I think there needs to be a sale in love spell supplies.

Oh, love potions and spells always cause havoc. And when a wronged girl comes in, I'll be able to point her in the right direction. Maybe I could start a sort of "Lonely Hearts Club". I mean, not call it that, that is sooo lame.

Think I'll get started on making a few new signs to hang in the window and around the store. Oh, this will be good.

I just hope that Hallie doesn't think me too lame and weak when she gets wind of the not-so top-notch vengeance I did tonight. But, hey, at least I know syphilis hurts.

*smirks* Too bad that quarterback guy didn't make it with Xander. I could have gotten them both with that.

current mood: embarrassed

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Friday, April 22nd, 2005
11:48 pm - It's all gone.... (no more dreams)
I wanted him to kiss me. And he did. Xander kissed me. It was almost like old times. Except it's not anymore. He left me...so I left him. Standing there, in the middle of Sunnydale, cold and alone.

I couldn't believe that he would accuse me of being cowardly. Me, Anyanka.

Anyanka. Ha. Patron Saint of Scorned Women, and I can't even get a decent wish going. I can't even exact revenge upon my own former love. I have to wait for someone to wish it upon him. Or maybe just a plague among all men. I almost miss the Black Death. God, that was fun. The torment, the death, the ruin....But it's not the same anymore. Nothing is. Not since Xander ruined everything. Not since Buffy changed.

I could meet friends in Italy. Instead, I think I'll sit here at the Bronze and get trashed. See if I can't dig up some...something.

And try to keep from crying.

Why did I leave him there? I thought to myself. I could have had him back, if only for one loast night....

I sat at the bar in the Bronze, wiping my tears. God, how life had grown so pathetic, so fast.

current mood: crushed

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Sunday, February 27th, 2005
12:01 am - Back in Business
Well, well, well. What have we here? Wolfram & Hart, the big bad evil of lawfirms, being run by Angel??? Angel the Souled? Oh, please. Who thought this one up? Really.

Uh, I suppose I should sort of explain. Being with the corporeal and, well, alive. Seems I wasn't as dead as everyone believed after the imploding of the Sunnydale hellmouth. I've met the business end of a sword before; hello, Buffy. Bygones, right?

So. There I am, lying there, bleeding to death, dying. Not big with the fun. I mean, hello, I go human, I get left at the altar, and then I get killed by some minion of the First? Give me a break, already! And apparently my old boss was thinking along the same lines. No, not Giles. I mean, the most raising hell he ever did was Eyghon. And come on, amateur much?

In any case, D'Hoffryn showed. Yeah, I know, all that stuff with Hallie. But...I owe him now. I failed him before. I was....weak. Because of Sunnydale. Because of Xander. Because of Buffy Summers. To steal a line from the former Queen C, "I hate Buffy Summers." It's her fault. All of it. That wish. If Cordy hadn't made that wish, I never would have gone to Sunnydale.

Hell, I brought about the Russian revolution for less than this. And now? It's time to raise some hell. D'Hoffryn brought me back into the demon fold for a reason: he still believes in me. Knows that I am the best at what I do. So I damn well better prove him right.
Because I really don't think I'm going to get any more chances from him.

Look, I don't want anyone thinking that I wasn't happy to give up my life for the gang. All smiles and happiness. But D'Hoffryn's helped me realize something. How much did they really care? I mean, Andrew, he ran away with his tail between his legs. Buffy barely made it out alive. Spike, went down, ever the champion. Xander and the rest? Did they stop to help? No. "Every man for himself." God, makes the Titanic vics look like saints. I was always pushed aside. Just like when I was Aud. "Anya, you're to blunt." "Anya, you hurt her feelings." "Anya, you shouldn't tell people that they're taking up valuable air and space." "Anya, be nice to the customers. Don't count the money in front of everyone." Oh, whatever!

I gave up my best friend for hundreds of years. Halfrek. D'Hoffryn took her! And did anyone, anyone ever say they were sorry? Buffy tried to kill me! Okay, who didn't Buffy try to kill of her friends, but that's beside the point.

My point? I'm a vengeance demon, first and foremost. If you don't like it, tough. The measly worms and flighty vengeance is a thing of the past. Time to move on to bigger, better, and bloodier forms. So, let's see what we can dig up in good ol' Wolfram & Hart.

I wonder how Cordelia is....

current mood: predatory

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Friday, January 21st, 2005
12:16 am - Posted to makingamends
You know, I'd say it's been quiet here in Sunnydale if I didn't already know that I'd be jinxing life here. Oh, wait, what do I care? See, cuz the Slayer can just go handle it with her best buddies and the man-whore Xander.

Xander. Damn. I mentioned him again. That's another mai tai that I owe Hallie. Great. But, come on, a girl doesn't just get over being left at the altar - never mind. Moving on. Moving on, yes. Like, to money. Money is of the good. Right? Yes. So I've been busy at the Magic Box, what with Giles finally gone and over in the Mother Country. About time! I mean, he was dallying around here forever and, wait. Where was I?

Right. The money. So business has been semi-booming at the shop. Nothing too unusual sold, which is good. Although, I mean, some of the really freaky stuff you can find on Ebay now. Which is sort of creepy, knowing that some psycho across the globe could be packaging and selling the next apocalypse. But, hey, no skin off the back of the newly ex-ex-demon, right?

So, how goes the vengeance biz, Anya? Right, no one ever asks. At least Buffy and Dawn still talk to me. They sort of have to, seeing as I'm the owner (sole proprietor, thank you!) of the Magic Box now. And Xander? (Damn, another mai tai!) Yeah, well, he's around. We sort of...co-exist. Anyway, they should be back from meeting Willow anytime. And I'm sure they'll come around here to fill her in on all the weird happenings around Sunnydale.

And maybe someone else knows about Angelus. You know, he of the tight leather pants? Though the leather pants are nowhere in sight. Yet. And it is cause for concern. Wonder if D'Hoffryn knows yet. Just because I'm all vengeance-having again doesn't mean I'm completely morally bankrupt. Well, okay. Morals are boring. It's just usually, when Angelus is around, he tries to end the world. Which is not good for business. Vengeance or capitalistic. *sigh* We'll see.

Think I'll go count some money. Am bored.

current mood: bored

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Monday, December 6th, 2004
11:59 pm - At least I'm going home. (Chosen RPG)
Finally! Okay, I don't know how long I've been here in earth-time, but for me? Too long! And I'm going home!

Sort of.

The Powers called me up. Apparently there's some big bad about to go down in LA. So they're sending me there. As a sort of ghost-ish thing. Right. I'm not the happiest about not being corporeal, but I can deal. They gave me tips and tricks on how to at least touch things, you know, so at least I can update my LJ. Go me. And the PTB mentioned something about sending Cordelia back. She's on a redemption trip as well. But considering that she didn't go as evil as I (Hey, I was a demon for hundreds of years! The stuff I did then was SO not my fault!), she gets to go back all human and stuff.

So. To sum up. I'm going back to California. As a ghost, spirit, incorporeal manifestation, whatever. Cordelia Chase is going back to California, Los Angeles, same place as me. She gets to be human and help some other chick out. Not clear on exactly what she's doing. But I'm supposed to help her, and help Angel and crew. Uh, how? See, because ghosts, they can't do much. Except, you know, not get killed, which, in retrospect, would have been pretty helpful back at Sunnydale's Last Stand. I wouldn't be in this position at all then! But I'd still be a ghost, and that would suck, and....I digress.

Where was I? Right. Going to LA. Yeah, the vibes we're getting up here, things are pretty close to exploding in the so-called City of Angels. So, I'm off to help. Right. About all I can do is chant a few spells, maybe hold a book, throw a stake, and provided much-needed comic relief via sarcastic comments.

You know what else sucks? Ghosts can't make money. And they can't have sex. Damn. Maybe I'll figure out some way to speed this redemption thing up. Ooh, maybe I can tell the Powers about that nasty demon sniffing around up here! Sucking up can't hurt!

current mood: bitchy

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Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
11:44 pm - Someday, somehow....
Whoa. Okay. Do not get this guy.

Some random demon shows up in my little afterlife place. He wants to give me life. For free? Don't think so. I know capitalism. And it's all about getting something for something, not something for nothing! I want to know what it's going to cost me, and he isn't saying. Says his name is Chaos. Yeah, whatever. Fine and dandy, that.

Me? I think I need a second opinion. There has to be another way for me to continue helping Xander. Cordelia died last February. Maybe she's around here somewhere. I know she has an in with the Powers That Be. Maybe I can talk to them. Somehow. I've got to find another way. I can't go back to the demon world. Not now. Not yet.

I went through too much this last year. I lost Hallie. D'Hoffryn's turned his back on me forever. I have to find another way. I just have to.

current mood: determined

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Tuesday, November 30th, 2004
1:20 am - Rude much? (Chosen RPG)
First day in the...great beyond? Not so great. Um, limbo? No, I hated Jamaica. Um...whatever. Anyway.

First day, I'm sitting there, enjoying a vanilla frappucino. Suddenly, some demon-thing taps me on the shoulder. Touches me. And demands to know who I am, where he is, and what's going on.

Okay, look. First off, I've been around much longer than you, you little pissant, so don't even dare touch me. Second, I've no clue. I'm just cooling my heels until maybe the Powers That Be let me know what they have up next for me. If anything. Please don't let it be sitting around here, with that. I digress.

We talk. Still don't know who this fool is. But we do have similar interests. Vengeance. Revenge. Is a good thing. And I'm already bored here. I wonder if there's any way to contact Hallie....

[Open to Chaos and Cordelia (and anyone else "dead".)]

current mood: annoyed

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Wednesday, November 24th, 2004
11:32 pm - You know that thing called humanity? It sucks! (Chosen RPG)
Oh, look at me. Gettin' down with my Willow-ish bad self.

Really, I never expected computers to exist in, well, where I am. Which is not where everyone else is. And by everyone else I mean Xander. And Buffy, Dawn, Giles, Willow, Kennedy, and that annoying little pipsqueak Andrew. They all made it. I know they did. But me?

"I think they're coming." Andrew hid behind me. I could hear the ubervamps make their way through the empty high school.

"Oh, God. I'm terrified. I didn't think. I mean, I— I just figured you'd be terrified, and I would be sarcastic about it." Did I really just admit that? To Andrew? Oh, God. I did.

"Picture happy things... a lake, candy canes, bunnies." There. Andrew said the magic word. Evil, evil fluffers. So I thought of bunnies.

"Bunnies! Floppy, hoppy..." I held up my sword, ready to attack, " bunnies."

Yeah. So I helped in the Big Fight. Slayed me some Turok-Han. And we won. Buffy and the Scoobies won. Xander survived. There's so much I wish I could say to him. To everyone. Mostly, it's a little weird. My lord, I think I've gotten sappier in death. Death. Me, Anyanka, couldn't even buy a beer a couple of years ago due to the human-ness. I'm dead. Now apparently in some non-hell, non-heaven dimension. Because I don't think ex-demons go to heaven. Not like Buffy.

Still, it's pretty peaceful here. There's even a Starbucks. Only one, so that makes for hellacious lines. Guess that's part of the whole "not heaven" thing. Then again, why did I have to die? Why not Andrew? That sounds mean and callous and blunt, but, hello! I may be dead, but I'm still Anya!

You know what? Being human sucks! Not only did I get left at the altar, oh no. That wasn't enough embarrassment in front of all my centuries-old friends. Of course not! No, I had to go and get myself killed!
When I left town senior year, before the Mayor's ascension, why didn't I just have the good sense to stay gone?

current mood: aggravated

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Friday, May 30th, 2003
3:34 am - Friday Five
1. What do you most want to be remembered for?
Always doing the stupid thing...giving my life up to save the world.

2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life?
Money talks. No, not that one. Friends are friends forever.

3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year?
Fighting the First!

4. What about the past ten years?
Past ten years? Well, they kind of all blend together, so let's go with the past ten centuries instead. That would be the Black Death. Go me.

5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say?
Play it safe around those power lines. Never make a wish you don't really want granted.

current mood: blah

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Friday, May 16th, 2003
12:09 am - Friday Five!
1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.?
Bottled. Fits in my bag.

2. What are your favourite flavor of chips?
Barbecue! Yum!

3. Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most?
...I can cook?

4. How do you have your eggs?
Uh, scrambled.

5. Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out?
Cooked me a meal? Maybe one of the mini-slayers. Not sure. Things were really harried my last few days (weeks? months?) on Earth alive.

current mood: cheerful

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Thursday, March 27th, 2003
9:55 pm - Party in Paris
Love that city! Best party I've been to in ages. Minus the Klarb demon that got a little too drunk with the Green Fairy and started stripping at the old band stand. Not a pretty sight, let me tell you.

Rumors were flying about a new Big Bad coming to Sunnydale. Of course, that didn't top all my congrats for the Vamp Buffy. A total first. And Hallie is going through some new training. After all, I still have my job at the Magic Box...I think. Haven't heard anything from Giles. ::hic::

Oh, who cares! Havin' the time of my life tonight! Tried not to dance with Lloyd too much. Never had a crush on the guy, but he threw the party, so I had to be nice. A vengeance demon with a human boyfriend. Huh. Think that's a first. ::stumbles::

I think I should head home. Bed sounds good. My own. Too drunk. Hehehehe. ::hic::

current mood: drunk

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Tuesday, March 25th, 2003
3:30 pm
Day two of having my powers back.

Hallie came over last night. She caught me up on the happenings around Arashmaharr. You know, best parties, most evil, best vengeance. The usual. She said D'Hoffryn had been quite depressed since I lost my amulet last year. Aww! Even better, Lloyd's throwing a 'Welcome Back, Anyanka!' party for me on Thursday night! (Friday and Saturday nights keep us pretty busy. Always big with the vengeance on the weekends.) I think I'll see if Hallie and I can get time of to teleport to Paris and go shopping.

I called in sick to work yesterday. Got the machine. Obviously, Giles wasn't around. Wonder if he was off having orgasms with his new little spell-hitchhiker. Ew. Wait, I don't want to know.

Went in to the shop for a little bit tihs morning. Giles was there; he was on the phone some. Heard something about a Scooby meeting either tonight or tomorrow night. Hmm. I might have to go. I wonder how Xander will take the news that I am now an ex-ex-vengeance demon.

Still waiting for my first call for a wish. Maybe I'll stop by the Bronze later after the Scooby meeting. That place is always ripe with pissed off females. I'm up for a little chaos. Anyone else?

I've been out of the business for awhile. Think I'm going to make that first wish, whatever it may be, something no one will forget. Why start out small? I mean, I've been doing this for over 1100 years already!

current mood: creative

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Friday, March 21st, 2003
11:48 am - Friday Five
1. If you had the chance to meet someone you've never met, from the past or present, who would it be?
I've lived over a millenium. I've met Dracula, D'Hoffryn, and various other Big Bads. Who else is there to meet? Okay, okay. Maybe...Antonio Banderas?

2. If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be?
Been there, done that.

3. If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be?
As long as it isn't a functioning hellmouth, I'm cool with it.

4. If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be?
Well, there's this chick in this movie, "Darkness Falls". She's hot. Looks really familiar. Think I'd like to be her.

5. If you had to live with having someone else's face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be?
Um, Emma Caulfield. That girl is gorgeous. Great taste.

Questions courtesy of fridayfive.org.

current mood: amused

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Monday, March 17th, 2003
12:58 pm
Man, sometimes I really miss being a vengeance demon. The whole teleportation thing. Now that was a perk. What perks do you get as a student at UC Sunnydale? A dorm room? No, thank you, I'll stay in my own apartment. And sex. I heard Xander was in town. Saw him the other day at the Bronze. Don't think he saw me. I need to see him again. Once more, the idea of interlocking bodies floods my mind. Xander?

current mood: frustrated

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Wednesday, March 12th, 2003
4:08 pm - So the world didn't end.
Buffy saved the day. Again. The Mayor didn't ascend and she and Xander and Willow managed to graduate. I guess I did, too, even though I wasn't there. Some may call me chicken, but having seen an ascension before, I was the only one wise enough to leave the state.

What's next after high school? College, I suppose. College, I've been told, is a good way to eventually earn lots of money. And if I'm back in Sunnydale, then I can see Xander again. I'm not sure why I'm still thinking of Xander. Constantly. We only had one date. Is that normal? To still be thinking of him, I mean. All the time. Maybe I'll stop by his place. Friendly goodbye sex should get him out of my mind. Sounds like a plan.

current mood: confused

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