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Trapped in Hell (Anya)
A/N:<>> lol uploading a few chapters now that should help with the explanations but glad you believe in the baby *grins* the creepy demon he's a bad un all right :) Hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks for the feedback.
"This is not of the good." Dawn winced slightly looking around the darkened streets, normally she’d be fearful, anxious even about going out after dark because of what she could run into but now the streets were clear, safe, not a soul or demon in sight. Strangely enough that made her more panicked; it wasn’t normal there should be some kind of activity on the streets be it vampire, human or demon, they shouldn’t be bare. Dawn was almost glad of the small child on her back; though the responsibility scared her but at least she was some kind of assurance that she wasn’t alone. At that moment the assurance was concentrated on running her hands through Dawns hair; Dawn sighed and checked her mobile for the umpteenth time.
This was bad, very bad, and she didn’t even know why. She did know however that the potential slayers were due to arrive in Sunnydale in the morning; luckily for the Scooby gang their plane had been delayed and the watcher with them had phoned ahead to let Giles know, that had been a relief. One small child and a bunch of students who were her own age and getting used to the fact that they were on a Hellmouth were good company, a bunch of wannabe slayers weren’t.
Dawn was already babysitting one child that wasn’t a problem; she didn’t want 5 more potential ones dropped in her lap. She swallow hard and lifted a hand to grip Annemarie’s and reassure her, the child seemed more bored then worried though, and continued to walk across the street. She felt a surge of relief as the magic box came into view and began to hurry towards it.
The relief was short lived as a crunching behind her alerted her to someone’s presence; she turned slowly around her eyes widening slightly and swallowed hard.
"Well isn’t this sweet, what are you doing up so late at night, kid?" the slightly nasal male asked smirking slightly.
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The creature vibrated excitedly as it moved among the four people’s bodies barely able to decide whom to take next. These were the last four it had to drain before it could begin devouring the children; it felt a surge of pleasure at that. The First had given it permission to completely drain the children when it had finished with the adults. The creature knew the First was nearby, not too near, but near enough to be enjoying the chaos. It mewed in delight thinking of the helpless teens and children it would devour, regardless of their species. The First had been right, the ones in charge, the ones who knew, they were the older ones. The children were merely food, the adults had to be kept alive, well most of them anyway, in case the first wanted more information and personally the creature believed, to stop them causing trouble.
The children could be drained until death, just as the creature planned. But it was excited about draining the four remaining in the magic box; the witch, the demon, the human and the vampire. But which one first? That had been a tough decision but eventually the creature had grudgingly decided to do the demon first, it would get less from her then the witch whose who aura reeked of penance and grief and the boy and vampire he wanted to do together for the ultimate buzz.
It moved closer to the demon and inhaled her scent.
Anya shot to her feet almost tripping over and falling to the ground; she steadied herself and looked around breathing a sigh of relief. She was all right, in the magic box; it must have all been a bad dream. She almost laughed at her own stupidity- almost. Then the little things began to nag at her, like where was Buffy and Giles, and the other members of the Scooby gang
Frowning uneasily, Anya walked slowly into the training room as she stepped in her eyes widened slightly and she swallowed hard. No one was there. She wasn’t sure why that sent a chill through her; she heard the bell ringing upstairs proclaiming a customer’s entrance and raced out into the foyer stopping short, her mouth dropping open in disbelief.
Willow was leaning against the counter, nonchalantly picking at her nails; but it wasn’t the Willow she liked to talk to, argue with and often wind up. This was black haired, freaky eyed, evil and generally scary as shit looking Willow. The off the scales Willow, she had seen less then six months ago. Except this one wasn’t grief stricken or angry, instead she was having her neck and cleavage thoroughly cleaned by an equally evil looking Tara.
Anya swallowed hard, this part had to be a dream, Tara was dead and had never ever sported the feral expression she was currently pointing in Anya’s direction. Instinctively Anya took a step back; she was slightly confused to see both Willow and Tara’s faces switch too slightly unhappy possibly even *sulky? * Anya thought trying to piece her ideas into something recognizable; she couldn’t it was like they expected he to be something she wasn’t.
"Willow, Tara, how nice to see you. You should leave now." She forced a smile "Usually my dreams that involve dead or evil people seeing me end badly- for me that is." Anya was glad she still had most of her demonic powers but cursed herself for reversing a spell and losing her teleportation gift.
Willow slid closer with Tara in tow and Anya stepped back against the wall. She swallowed harder as Willow moved closer to her, Tara stepping behind to watch whatever horrible act of evil she was about to inflict on Anya. Anya closed her eyes wishing for the help of D’Hoffren, Buffy, even Xander’s help. She tensed bracing herself as she felt Willow step closer and ….froze. This was new, very new and slightly worrying and arousing. Willow was licking her ear; in fact after a few seconds it wasn’t so much the licking that was the problem but one hand stroking her face and the other on her breast.
Deeply worried, traumatized and yet turned on, Anya opened her eyes looking directly into Willow’s and then glancing to Tara’s; both witches iris’s barely had any colour to them and were mostly pupil, both also held equally lusty and downright scary emotions in them. As far as dreams with evil people in them went, this was the best one Anya had had in a while. Maybe not as good as her soldier boy dreams, but close. Maybe she had a thing about being dominated; she wasn’t sure but in everyone of her erotic dreams she’d been the one in submission which was laughable considering how much she’d loved being in control with Xander. Maybe she really did want that kind of relationship. She did enjoy her dreams a lot, especially the pain/punishment ones featuring the Initiative boys; they’d kept her horny for weeks. Willow pinched her nipple causing Anya to yelp, pulling back slightly. Willow laughed, not an evil, ‘I’m-gonna-hurt-you’ laugh but an amused laugh, the sort of laugh people in relationships gave when their partner did something cute and adorable.
Anya wrinkled her forehead in confusion as Tara moved closer, her hands roaming over Willow’s chest before she pulled Anya close for a passionate kiss. "You wouldn’t believe how much we missed you." Tara purred, before she turned and squeezed Willow tightly who pulled her towards the table.
"Grab the scotch Anya the one Giles always kept hidden." Willow sniggered putting a slight emphasis on Giles name as if it disgusted her.
Anya moved to the front desk but kept quiet trying to sort her thoughts out. Two things were bothering her about the dream. Number 1, sex was usually pretty much the gist of it, the dreams weren’t big on talking and number 2, her nipple still hurt. Dreams didn’t usually hurt. She moved over to the table, watching Willow sit Lotus position as Tara began to give her an all over tongue wash, she was acting like a dog on heat and neither she nor Willow seemed bothered about the fact that anyone could walk into the shop.
"They wouldn’t dare." Interrupting Anya’s thoughts Willow spoke quietly, smiling slightly, "You know that Ahn, who’s gonna go up against us?" she held out a hand as Tara began to unclip her top. "The witches and the vengeance demon. They know what we can do and even the stupid humans know that this place is ours and that the Hellmouth belongs to us." She smiled again. "You alright baby? Been having nightmares again?" she asked seeming genuinely concerned.
Anya blinked "Ours? But what about Buffy and the First and Xander and Giles and Spike and…"
Willow put up a hand cutting her off. "You don’t remember? Damn you have been at the happy stuff way too much. Note to self: punish Amy for leaving that kind of stuff lying around." As Anya opened her mouth Willow began to speak again. "You know where Buffy is. She’s dead of course. When that creep Warren killed Tara, I made a deal with Osiris remember, Buffy in exchange for Tara." Willow grinned. "It was worth it, especially as I got to kill her and then deal with Warren and his little friends."
Tara laughed as she pulled off Willows bra and worked on her trousers. Willow eyed her fondly before looking back into Anya’s eyes "Stripping the skin off Warren was fun but Andrew and Jonathon were a lot more pleasurable especially with you two by my side. Don’t you remember what we made them do to each other, they hated themselves and each other by the time we finished with them." Tara laughed "Remember how much Andrew sounded like a girl?" she giggled again, "Was kind of fun to turn him into one."
Willow sniggered. "They both fetched a good price on the demon whore market, I especially like your little renewing virginity spell, that was good." She and Tara giggled together as Anya watched semi-shocked and disgusted. It had to be a dream, there was no way Buffy could be dead, she and Xander had stopped Willow from getting revenge on the boys and Willow would never hurt her, kill her like that. Besides the fact that she, Anya, would never help Willow or Tara to do something like that. As for vengeance on Andrew and Jonathon went it was true she hadn’t liked them but even that went above her acceptable tortures. The images Willow seemed to be enjoying sending to her mind completely contradicted what she thought even now. Anya could see herself, watch herself in Willows telepathic images, having sex with both boys who howled for mercy; bruised and broken they lay in their own blood as Willow and Tara watched the show occasionally adding comments. Forcing Jonathon and Andrew to ‘perform’ (for the women’s amusement) on broken glass for hours on end; replaying their friends death in their minds, turning them into scared girls and throwing them in a room with a 7 ft demon named Trevor who wanted to ‘check them over’ for selling.
Anya bit down on her lip, she could still smell the blood and hear the screams as she and the other two signed the deals. She felt physically sick, she knew she was questioning her own belief in vengeance but this…. It was revolting. It was all she could do not to throw up, she felt disgusted and reviled by her own existence.
Willows laughter cut into her thoughts. The red head was now naked and panting slightly as Tara moved between her legs. "The thing is Anya, you go through these stages of forgetting and then remembering later so we’re used to them." Her smiled turned slightly feral. "Even you admit when you remember that when we hurt you, you come back more horny then ever, so…." She threw her head back and writhed slightly. "Mmmm, who now. Xander? Remember him, our second victim. You still wanted revenge for what he did to you and we just couldn’t say no." She smiled "Evisceration never looked so good."
She laughed throatily sending the images to Anya’s already tortured mind and telekinetically tossed her a long rectangular box. "But he does have his uses, same as Spike. Remember Spike? You had him right here on this table, I watched it." Her eyes narrowed "You know how jealous I get," she murmured as Anya opened the box.
And slammed it shut the urge to vomit returning 100-fold; she retched and heaved, spilling out her stomach on the floor.
"Here toss it back." Willow laughed at her own play on words and Tara laughed along with her. "Don’t be so greedy Anya." Anya’s knees bucked and she fell to the floor, her legs shaking, her eyes unfocussed. The memories of the ‘Spike’ and ‘Xander’ fun they had had replaying vividly, only now it was joined with the ‘bury Giles alive’ saga and the ‘turn Dawn back into the key’ saga. Slowly the other horrific memories joined replaying over and over in her head. She wanted to ignore them, to pretend that they weren’t real but she knew the truth. She was evil, she was a demon and she had infected her friend with that evil.
Anya blinked back tears which threatened to spill over her cheeks as she began to scream, holding her hands over her ears to avoid the screams of her victims and the moans of pleasure from Tara and Willow. She clutched her ears till they bled and screamed till she was hoarse as the memories replayed, finally collapsing in a shaking unseeing heap n the floor.
The creature moved away from the Demon’s body, absorbing the last few dregs of her emotions as she screamed and twisted on the floor. It smiled slightly, three down, three to go.
"This is not of the good." Dawn winced slightly looking around the darkened streets, normally she’d be fearful, anxious even about going out after dark because of what she could run into but now the streets were clear, safe, not a soul or demon in sight. Strangely enough that made her more panicked; it wasn’t normal there should be some kind of activity on the streets be it vampire, human or demon, they shouldn’t be bare. Dawn was almost glad of the small child on her back; though the responsibility scared her but at least she was some kind of assurance that she wasn’t alone. At that moment the assurance was concentrated on running her hands through Dawns hair; Dawn sighed and checked her mobile for the umpteenth time.
This was bad, very bad, and she didn’t even know why. She did know however that the potential slayers were due to arrive in Sunnydale in the morning; luckily for the Scooby gang their plane had been delayed and the watcher with them had phoned ahead to let Giles know, that had been a relief. One small child and a bunch of students who were her own age and getting used to the fact that they were on a Hellmouth were good company, a bunch of wannabe slayers weren’t.
Dawn was already babysitting one child that wasn’t a problem; she didn’t want 5 more potential ones dropped in her lap. She swallow hard and lifted a hand to grip Annemarie’s and reassure her, the child seemed more bored then worried though, and continued to walk across the street. She felt a surge of relief as the magic box came into view and began to hurry towards it.
The relief was short lived as a crunching behind her alerted her to someone’s presence; she turned slowly around her eyes widening slightly and swallowed hard.
"Well isn’t this sweet, what are you doing up so late at night, kid?" the slightly nasal male asked smirking slightly.
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The creature vibrated excitedly as it moved among the four people’s bodies barely able to decide whom to take next. These were the last four it had to drain before it could begin devouring the children; it felt a surge of pleasure at that. The First had given it permission to completely drain the children when it had finished with the adults. The creature knew the First was nearby, not too near, but near enough to be enjoying the chaos. It mewed in delight thinking of the helpless teens and children it would devour, regardless of their species. The First had been right, the ones in charge, the ones who knew, they were the older ones. The children were merely food, the adults had to be kept alive, well most of them anyway, in case the first wanted more information and personally the creature believed, to stop them causing trouble.
The children could be drained until death, just as the creature planned. But it was excited about draining the four remaining in the magic box; the witch, the demon, the human and the vampire. But which one first? That had been a tough decision but eventually the creature had grudgingly decided to do the demon first, it would get less from her then the witch whose who aura reeked of penance and grief and the boy and vampire he wanted to do together for the ultimate buzz.
It moved closer to the demon and inhaled her scent.
Anya shot to her feet almost tripping over and falling to the ground; she steadied herself and looked around breathing a sigh of relief. She was all right, in the magic box; it must have all been a bad dream. She almost laughed at her own stupidity- almost. Then the little things began to nag at her, like where was Buffy and Giles, and the other members of the Scooby gang
Frowning uneasily, Anya walked slowly into the training room as she stepped in her eyes widened slightly and she swallowed hard. No one was there. She wasn’t sure why that sent a chill through her; she heard the bell ringing upstairs proclaiming a customer’s entrance and raced out into the foyer stopping short, her mouth dropping open in disbelief.
Willow was leaning against the counter, nonchalantly picking at her nails; but it wasn’t the Willow she liked to talk to, argue with and often wind up. This was black haired, freaky eyed, evil and generally scary as shit looking Willow. The off the scales Willow, she had seen less then six months ago. Except this one wasn’t grief stricken or angry, instead she was having her neck and cleavage thoroughly cleaned by an equally evil looking Tara.
Anya swallowed hard, this part had to be a dream, Tara was dead and had never ever sported the feral expression she was currently pointing in Anya’s direction. Instinctively Anya took a step back; she was slightly confused to see both Willow and Tara’s faces switch too slightly unhappy possibly even *sulky? * Anya thought trying to piece her ideas into something recognizable; she couldn’t it was like they expected he to be something she wasn’t.
"Willow, Tara, how nice to see you. You should leave now." She forced a smile "Usually my dreams that involve dead or evil people seeing me end badly- for me that is." Anya was glad she still had most of her demonic powers but cursed herself for reversing a spell and losing her teleportation gift.
Willow slid closer with Tara in tow and Anya stepped back against the wall. She swallowed harder as Willow moved closer to her, Tara stepping behind to watch whatever horrible act of evil she was about to inflict on Anya. Anya closed her eyes wishing for the help of D’Hoffren, Buffy, even Xander’s help. She tensed bracing herself as she felt Willow step closer and ….froze. This was new, very new and slightly worrying and arousing. Willow was licking her ear; in fact after a few seconds it wasn’t so much the licking that was the problem but one hand stroking her face and the other on her breast.
Deeply worried, traumatized and yet turned on, Anya opened her eyes looking directly into Willow’s and then glancing to Tara’s; both witches iris’s barely had any colour to them and were mostly pupil, both also held equally lusty and downright scary emotions in them. As far as dreams with evil people in them went, this was the best one Anya had had in a while. Maybe not as good as her soldier boy dreams, but close. Maybe she had a thing about being dominated; she wasn’t sure but in everyone of her erotic dreams she’d been the one in submission which was laughable considering how much she’d loved being in control with Xander. Maybe she really did want that kind of relationship. She did enjoy her dreams a lot, especially the pain/punishment ones featuring the Initiative boys; they’d kept her horny for weeks. Willow pinched her nipple causing Anya to yelp, pulling back slightly. Willow laughed, not an evil, ‘I’m-gonna-hurt-you’ laugh but an amused laugh, the sort of laugh people in relationships gave when their partner did something cute and adorable.
Anya wrinkled her forehead in confusion as Tara moved closer, her hands roaming over Willow’s chest before she pulled Anya close for a passionate kiss. "You wouldn’t believe how much we missed you." Tara purred, before she turned and squeezed Willow tightly who pulled her towards the table.
"Grab the scotch Anya the one Giles always kept hidden." Willow sniggered putting a slight emphasis on Giles name as if it disgusted her.
Anya moved to the front desk but kept quiet trying to sort her thoughts out. Two things were bothering her about the dream. Number 1, sex was usually pretty much the gist of it, the dreams weren’t big on talking and number 2, her nipple still hurt. Dreams didn’t usually hurt. She moved over to the table, watching Willow sit Lotus position as Tara began to give her an all over tongue wash, she was acting like a dog on heat and neither she nor Willow seemed bothered about the fact that anyone could walk into the shop.
"They wouldn’t dare." Interrupting Anya’s thoughts Willow spoke quietly, smiling slightly, "You know that Ahn, who’s gonna go up against us?" she held out a hand as Tara began to unclip her top. "The witches and the vengeance demon. They know what we can do and even the stupid humans know that this place is ours and that the Hellmouth belongs to us." She smiled again. "You alright baby? Been having nightmares again?" she asked seeming genuinely concerned.
Anya blinked "Ours? But what about Buffy and the First and Xander and Giles and Spike and…"
Willow put up a hand cutting her off. "You don’t remember? Damn you have been at the happy stuff way too much. Note to self: punish Amy for leaving that kind of stuff lying around." As Anya opened her mouth Willow began to speak again. "You know where Buffy is. She’s dead of course. When that creep Warren killed Tara, I made a deal with Osiris remember, Buffy in exchange for Tara." Willow grinned. "It was worth it, especially as I got to kill her and then deal with Warren and his little friends."
Tara laughed as she pulled off Willows bra and worked on her trousers. Willow eyed her fondly before looking back into Anya’s eyes "Stripping the skin off Warren was fun but Andrew and Jonathon were a lot more pleasurable especially with you two by my side. Don’t you remember what we made them do to each other, they hated themselves and each other by the time we finished with them." Tara laughed "Remember how much Andrew sounded like a girl?" she giggled again, "Was kind of fun to turn him into one."
Willow sniggered. "They both fetched a good price on the demon whore market, I especially like your little renewing virginity spell, that was good." She and Tara giggled together as Anya watched semi-shocked and disgusted. It had to be a dream, there was no way Buffy could be dead, she and Xander had stopped Willow from getting revenge on the boys and Willow would never hurt her, kill her like that. Besides the fact that she, Anya, would never help Willow or Tara to do something like that. As for vengeance on Andrew and Jonathon went it was true she hadn’t liked them but even that went above her acceptable tortures. The images Willow seemed to be enjoying sending to her mind completely contradicted what she thought even now. Anya could see herself, watch herself in Willows telepathic images, having sex with both boys who howled for mercy; bruised and broken they lay in their own blood as Willow and Tara watched the show occasionally adding comments. Forcing Jonathon and Andrew to ‘perform’ (for the women’s amusement) on broken glass for hours on end; replaying their friends death in their minds, turning them into scared girls and throwing them in a room with a 7 ft demon named Trevor who wanted to ‘check them over’ for selling.
Anya bit down on her lip, she could still smell the blood and hear the screams as she and the other two signed the deals. She felt physically sick, she knew she was questioning her own belief in vengeance but this…. It was revolting. It was all she could do not to throw up, she felt disgusted and reviled by her own existence.
Willows laughter cut into her thoughts. The red head was now naked and panting slightly as Tara moved between her legs. "The thing is Anya, you go through these stages of forgetting and then remembering later so we’re used to them." Her smiled turned slightly feral. "Even you admit when you remember that when we hurt you, you come back more horny then ever, so…." She threw her head back and writhed slightly. "Mmmm, who now. Xander? Remember him, our second victim. You still wanted revenge for what he did to you and we just couldn’t say no." She smiled "Evisceration never looked so good."
She laughed throatily sending the images to Anya’s already tortured mind and telekinetically tossed her a long rectangular box. "But he does have his uses, same as Spike. Remember Spike? You had him right here on this table, I watched it." Her eyes narrowed "You know how jealous I get," she murmured as Anya opened the box.
And slammed it shut the urge to vomit returning 100-fold; she retched and heaved, spilling out her stomach on the floor.
"Here toss it back." Willow laughed at her own play on words and Tara laughed along with her. "Don’t be so greedy Anya." Anya’s knees bucked and she fell to the floor, her legs shaking, her eyes unfocussed. The memories of the ‘Spike’ and ‘Xander’ fun they had had replaying vividly, only now it was joined with the ‘bury Giles alive’ saga and the ‘turn Dawn back into the key’ saga. Slowly the other horrific memories joined replaying over and over in her head. She wanted to ignore them, to pretend that they weren’t real but she knew the truth. She was evil, she was a demon and she had infected her friend with that evil.
Anya blinked back tears which threatened to spill over her cheeks as she began to scream, holding her hands over her ears to avoid the screams of her victims and the moans of pleasure from Tara and Willow. She clutched her ears till they bled and screamed till she was hoarse as the memories replayed, finally collapsing in a shaking unseeing heap n the floor.
The creature moved away from the Demon’s body, absorbing the last few dregs of her emotions as she screamed and twisted on the floor. It smiled slightly, three down, three to go.