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[Anyanka]

Before now, Anyanka had never really made a habit of visiting Sunnydale. Because honestly, the hellmouth was screwed up enough without her interference. Recently, however, she'd been inevitably obliged to pay the little town a visit—strictly on business, of course, and it had turned out to be a wonderfully messy bit of vengeance—and now she found that, surprisingly enough, she actually rather enjoyed life in Sunnydale. The town wasn't too large, not like one of those big, loud cities that she absolutely could not stand. And yet, no one could claim that Sunnydale was drama-free. There was certainly plenty of work for a vengeance demon around here, but without the annoyance of the mass crowds that populated larger human cities.

And then there was Sunnydale's...interesting non-human population. Vampires, demons, witches, werewolves...the hellmouth had all of them, and more. Truth be told, if Anyanka had to force herself to endure the company of others, she'd much prefer to stick around those who were a bit more...supernaturally inclined. With vampires and demons, you didn't have to worry about all those messy human emotions or those tiresome social customs that Anyanka swore she would never learn to understand. No, demons were simple. She liked simple. And as far as demonic activity went, Sunnydale was certainly where all the power was these days, if what she'd been hearing about a small gang of vampires rising to power was anything to go on. It was certainly an interesting concept, a few vampires actually capable of making a big splash...Anyanka would have to keep an eye on that.

There was just that tiny little slayer problem that kept Sunnydale from being ideal. With the confirmed presence of at least one slayer around, Anyanka knew she had to keep her head low and maintain her human facade at all times. Which meant, unfortunately ...interaction with other humans. She winced at the very thought of having to communicate with mortals without any real vengeance-driven cause. She'd come to the Bronze tonight with the sole intention of observing the goings on of the town, perhaps learning a bit more about the inhabitants here...and if she was lucky, even seeking out another vengeance gig. What she hadn't counted on was this club being as crowded as it was. Apparently The Bronze was Sunnydale's main hot spot, as clearly demonstrated by the number of humans packed in here tonight. And most of them were teenagers. God, teenagers confused her, even though she didn't appear to be much older than one herself. They all talked so quickly and had such high expectations of social interactions...and she wasn't even going to start on their mood swings. One moment they were swearing revenge on an ex, and the next they were making out with said ex in the backseat of some car...

Whatever. Thinking about humans was starting to make her head hurt. By this point the demon had seated herself at a table near the bar, few strands of brunette hair away from her eyes as she sipped quietly at her drink. There was some kind of band blasting music from the stage; it was beginning to make Anyanka's head pound. Grumpily, the seemingly human girl turned her attention to the dance floor. How was she supposed to get a read on anyone looking for some vengeance when they were all...hopping around out there like crazed bunnies?

Anyanka shook her head slowly. She truly, honestly, would never understand humans.

[npc Account]

It just seemed like every day was another pile of bullshit, waiting for her to slip over and fall onto. Macy always had the feeling that no one liked her, which she believed was proven when she caught her boyfriend cheating on her with another girl. Which just happened to be the day he was supposedly taking her out for dinner and a movie. Looking back, Macy remembered how excited she had been. Matthew really made her feel liked, and she had begun to build some confidence in herself. She was feeling as if she finally had something going for her in life, and no one could take that away from her. Reality check time? They did take it away from her, when that skank stole her boyfriend from her.

Grabbing a drink from the bar, Macy looked around uneasily at all of the people on the dancefloor, and those who were sitting with their friends. She frowned when she saw happy couples sitting together, arm in arm. That was her, and it should've still been her. But now that it wasn't, she had nothing going for her once again. The strongest emotions going through her body were sadness, depression and anger. Vengence-like anger, to be exact. If she couldn't have what she wanted, she might as well take that away from the person she wanted it with. That seemed to be a good start, and might even help ease some of the pain and hurt she was currently going through. If it wasn't, well at least she had done something.

Walking to where she found some available tables, she bumped into a few people, spilling some of her drink on the ground below her. They looked up at her with a grin. "Hey aren't you the girl who got cheated on by the school nerd?" They laughed, before continuing to walk on. She stared at them blankly, before frowning as she had just noticed that everyone had begun to stare at her and were now grinning also, before whispering amongst themselves. She couldn't even go to the one place which usually made her happy without being humiliated anymore. She hated Matthew right now. She hated him for what he had done to her, and how he had screwed up her life the way he did. She sighed, before continuing to move on, before sitting at an empty table, feeling relieved that she wasn't being glanced at anymore. Shows how important she is in Sunnydale.

She took a sip of her drink, before glancing down at the table blankly. There was true sadness present in her eyes, even an unemotional person would be able to determine this. She had experienced so much loss, and just didn't see the point anymore. She had nothing, and apparently didn't deserve anything either. What else was there left except the desire for revenge?

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[Anyanka]

Oh...what was this? The vengeance demon tore her gaze away from the dance floor to fix the girl who had just entered with a pensive stare, slowly straightening up in her chair in a display of quiet, calculating interest. Tapping her fingers lightly against the surface of the table, Anyanka watched the newcomer carefully as she made her way through the club, pausing only when she was briefly confronted by a couple of sneering antagonists who wasted no time in taunting her...something about being cheated on by a nerd, from what the demon could gather. Anyanka scowled slightly, irritation darkening her expression. Humans really did seem to exist for no reason other than to hurt each other...but it wasn't this little incident that had caught her attention in the first place. No, what interested Anyanka was the unadulterated emotion that radiated from the girl. Pain, rage, sorrow...all fueled by an unmistakably bitter longing for vengeance. Well, well...perhaps tonight wouldn't turn out to be so mind-numbingly boring after all.

Abandoning her drink on the table, she rose slowly to her feet. Approaching the girl would probably be easy enough; she certainly looked as though she needed a friend right about now...she'd just need to be careful not to seem too suspicious. Play the concerned, sympathetic bystander card...she could do that. With a scathing glance over her shoulder at the group responsible for the previous jeering comments, Anyanka turned and approached the table the girl was currently seated at carefully. Spooking her probably wasn't the best way to start their little 'talk' out on a good note.

"Um. Hi." she greeted at last, blinking apologetically in imitation of a stranger who wasn't quite sure whether or not she should get involved in this whole affair. A tentative but friendly smile warmed the demon's features, her light brown gaze thoughtfully focused as she surveyed the clearly distraught girl. Over centuries of her work, Anyanka had become quite adept at gauging how best to present herself in order to quickly gain the trust of her 'clients'. Judging from how quickly this girl had been dismissed after the others had grown tired of ridiculing her, she was most likely very accustomed to being alone and ignored...which meant that the vengeance demon would present her with what was evidently her undivided attention, a measure which would hopefully make this girl a little more willing to open up to her. "I don't mean to bother you, but...are you alright?"

Hmm, Anyanka noted as she looked at this stranger a little more closely, she really had been screwed over. There was a certain desire for revenge that the demon had immediately picked up on, but more than that...she just seemed so defeated. Anyanka resisted the urge to let out an exasperated sigh. When were humans going to learn that love would bring them nothing but pain?

[npc Account]

"Um. Hi."

Macy had been too busy debating whether to just stare blankly at her drink all night, or skull it down and hopefully choke on it, to notice that a girl was speaking. She looked up, gathering it was just the sound of someone introducing themselves to someone nearby, but she was rather startled when she realized that the girl was actually referring to her. "Oh...Hey." This was a first. How many times had someone approached her out of conversation, rather than the other way around? She felt excited at the thought that someone was taking an interest in talking to her, out of their valuable time, but at the same time she hated the girl for deciding to make conversation with her now of all times. She wasn't in a talking mood, and she probably looked like she was upset at something, because she was usually obvious like that.

"If you're looking for the toilets, turn left at the end and go down to the end..." She sighed softly, but when the girl showed concern by asking if she was okay, Macy gasped softly. Was she actually concerned, or she just felt guilty for talking to the girl without noticing that she was obviously down? "Not really," she stated softly, not really sure what else she could say in the situation at hand. She didn't want to give away all the details of her messed up life, but at the same time, she wanted to. Just to be able to talk with someone. Someone who wasn't going to be screwing her over. Someone who might, on the off chance, actually wish to become friends with her, or even just listen to her drama for the night. Wow, they must really be bored.

Taking a big swug of her drink, before placing it back down at the table, she remembered that the girl was still standing there. She really did look concerned, which was odd to say the least. "You don't have to talk to me you know...You probably have better things to do than be here listening to my problems. I'm sure you have friends waiting at the bar or something. Its okay, really. I get it, people don't like hanging out with me for more than five minutes. I'm a social outcast, to put it nicely." She feigned a smile, before staring back down at her drink, once again getting a rush of defeat passing through her central nervous system. Defeat. Maybe it was time the jerks of the school were defeated.

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[Anyanka]

Raising an eyebrow slightly as she considered this dismal reply, Anyanka hesitated a moment. This girl was certainly bitter; the demon could feel the vengeful hatred coming off her in waves. Getting a wish out of her probably wouldn't be too difficult, and with any luck it would be a particularly horrible one, too...but first, Anyanka needed to convince her that her concern was genuine. She allowed her gaze to soften slightly at the the girl's half-hearted attempt to tell her not to bother.

"I get it, people don't like hanging out with me for more than five minutes."

"What 'people'?" she asked with another glance toward the group she'd previously watched the girl bump into. "Them? I'd hardly count them as people...more like two-faced rats." She scoffed slightly for good measure; any vengeance demon who did her job well knew to immediately take the victim's side against their tormentors. That, and the 'social outcast' comment had gotten to her a bit. If there was one human concept that Anyanka could actually relate to, it was being an outcast. Not that...she still dwelt on those human memories. Point blank refusing to linger on such thoughts, she studied the girl before her for a moment longer before abruptly deciding to move this along.

"I'm Anya, by the way," she introduced herself by her human alias, her smile turning less concerned and more cautiously friendly. ...Oh, right, she was forgetting the handshake. Quickly, the demon offered out her hand for the girl to shake, shoving away her momentary confusion. Humans and their stupid customs. What was the point of a handshake, anyway? That was just...weird. Inwardly rolling her eyes at the things she was forced to do to maintain her human identity, she continued, "I'm sorta new around here, and you're one of the few people I've run into so far who actually seem vaguely sane. Just thought I'd drop by and say hello. Except..." Anyanka paused a moment, winding a lock of dark hair around her finger as she slightly narrowed her equally dark eyes, like someone attempting to establish a friendly connection, yet uncertain of how far she'd be allowed to push. "...Well, you look kind of...down." ..To put it lightly.

She drew a breath, a bit irritated at that she'd allowed herself to say so much...sometimes, when she absent-mindedly slipped too far into a role, her tendency to babble would start to show through. But it was necessary, for the most part, in order to keep up this nervous-but-friendly-new-girl-in-town facade she'd developed. "And seeing as I don't have any friends waiting for me at the bar, and you look like you could use someone to talk to...mind if I sit?" She blinked tentatively at the girl, and then glanced at the empty seat across from her.

[npc Account]

A brief smirk was pierced on the lips of Macy as the girl described her opinion on the group who she had just bumped into. Not only because it was funny, but she really really did agree with her. They were two-faced rats. What did they have that she didn't have? Friends? They had a whole family of two faced rats...Maybe she really was better off than people like that. She had always wanted to be apart of people like that's friendships. That was always her weakness. If she saw that someone had a lot of friends, she was immediately jealous and constantly questioning herself on why that couldn't be her. Would it ever be her?

She smiled softly as Anya introduced herself. "Macy." Had she just made a friend? She would've said a 'new' friend, but since her breakup, she had pretty much lost her only friends. One of them being him, the other being his sister, and lastly the girl who he cheated on her with. Well, at least thats what she thought she could call the girl. Apparently she was just using Macy as everyone else did, and she was the stupid doormat who let everything happen. Maybe she should just die and let all the pain be over with. Then they could all have a nice laugh about it, or maybe feel guilt at what they have done. Knowing that its their fault that a young innocent girl died. Yes, she liked that idea, but still wasn't sure if it was enough revenge. She wanted them to suffer like the two-faced rats that they are. She wanted to throw them in their rat cage and throw the cage down a hill and into the river.

At the compliment from Anya, she once again smiled. It was nice for one of your good qualities to be appreciated. "Sucks for you then. When your new you just get treated like shit to fuel the cool kids egos and popularity. Then you get to my stage, where there is nothing left, and I'm just deemed as 'worthless.' I really hope for your sake you don't go to Sunnydale High." That place. Was terrible! It was the worst time of her life, and still is. The people were horrible, the teachers were spineless and the principle was the biggest idiot ever! She hated Sunnydale so much. Everything from the High School to the Bronze, to that stupid little Magic Shop. She hated it all.

At Anya's offer of taking a seat, Macy nodded with a smile. "I'm so sorry, you've probably got better things to do than listen to the school freak's life stories...Even if you have no friends. You'll probably think I'm a freak like they did...Like he did too. Everyone thinks I'm a freak. They hate me. I just feel like ending all of the suffering now..."

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[Anyanka]

When the girl who'd just introduced herself as Macy encouraged her to sit down with a nod, Anyanka flashed a brief grin that was...well, not exactly cheerful; the spiteful vengeance demon never looked particularly cheerful, but...satisfied, at least. Sitting down opposite Macy, she blinked thoughtfully at the words spoken and allowed just a touch of sympathy to return to her gaze. Macy was trying to warn her about the fate of new-comers to the town, and clearly she was speaking from experience. Of course, Anyanka had very little patience for human underhandedness, and if one of those sneering teenagers actually dared to cross her, she probably would've ripped them apart on the spot...but, she had the vague suspicion that mentioning this would probably freak Macy out just a bit.

Which wasn't what she wanted. Yet.

So instead, Anyanka contemplated a response to Macy's mention of Sunnydale High. As much as the thought of enduring a suffocating environment full of high school students appalled her, she had been considering trying to pass for one herself...if for no other reason than the bartenders around here seemed to have an annoying habit of carding her. And for now, at least, it was probably easier to stick with this story...it'd make Macy more likely to relate to her if she assumed they were close to the same age, at least. "Mmm. Maybe I'll drop out, then." she joked lightly, allowing 'Anya's' sarcastic sense of humor to come into play. "Or we could, you know, spill pig's blood on all of 'em at prom, or something. Whatever's easier." Movie references aside, Anyanka wasn't planning on messing around with pigs blood any time soon; you couldn't just go around wasting the stuff when it was such a valuable asset to many magical spells.

Macy really did seem to be miserable, a fact emphasized by her grim insistence that she was a freak. This was another problem with humans; not only were they hard on each other, they were even more frequently hard on themselves. Anyanka opened her mouth to speak, intending to reassure the girl sitting across from her, when Macy made her last statement. The vengeance demon's eyes widened at this, a frown immediately slipping over her features. Oh no, that sounded distinctly...suicidal. Which wasn't unheard of, in cases like this, but it always made her work just a tad trickier. D'Hoffryn really didn't like it when a potential client offed herself before she could make a wish.

"No!" she immediately protested, sounding a little more panicked than she'd intended at the thought of her boss's wrath...but, in retrospect, such a display of emotion would probably work to her advantage. Anyanka drew a steadying breath in an effort to compose herself, her voice a bit more calmly calmly controlled when she spoke next, "You shouldn't say things like that. Anyway, how would hurting yourself solve anything? You said it yourself; they treat anyone who doesn't live up to their standards like worthless scum. There's something wrong with them, not you. They're the ones that deserve to be hurt..." She spoke with a sort of fierce conviction, aiming to provoke Macy's anger in hopes that this would distract her from any other thoughts of depression that might lead to self-harm.

Truth be told, when it came to matters of vengeance, Anyanka could be rather...outspoken. Fighting to keep her temper under control, the demon shook her head. "I'm sorry. Maybe we should back up a little. ..Do you want to tell me what happened?"

[npc Account]

Deep thought began to burden the young girl as ANya spoke about dropping out. It was so relevant to the thoughts going through her head right now, she'd swear that Anya knew exactly how she was feeling. Or at least something along those lines. "Its something I've really been thinking about lately. Probably better to do it now while you still have your dignity, rather than become the school loser and humiliate yourself." Maybe it was like destiny for her to talk with Anya tonight, here at the Bronze. Maybe she was supposed to rescue Anya from doing something she'd regret later on. She was supposed to protect her from turning out like Macy was, right now. Maybe she could do some good after all and at least help someone. It didn't take away the fact that she wanted to do everything physically possible to do the opposite for the others.

Pigs blood? Now, that was rather random. And quite disgusting. She cringed softly at the mention of this, but at the same time she enjoyed the possible outcomes which could come out of such an act. "That would be good. Its exactly what they deserve. No...They deserve worse than that for what they have put me through lately, and what I'm sure they've put other people through as well. They deserve to be embarassed beyond throwing pigs blood over them. I just wish I knew how to go beyond pigs blood...You seem to have good ideas for ways to humilate people, what are your thoughts on it?" As strange, and early, as it sounded, she really believed she could consider Anya a friend. She hadn't had anyone who could make her at least feel confident in the future, which Anya had done, and she really was grateful for it. Grateful that she could make them suffer the way they did to her. Humiliate them.

Anya's continued support definantly made her think, about the consequences of hurting herself that is. She would die, no one would really care. They probably wouldn't even feel guilty or responsible for her death, and just go and live their perfect and trouble-free lives like nothing had ever happened. No, Anya was right. She needed to make sure that they understood what they have done to her. She wanted them to regret what they have done to her, after they suffer the same or worse embarassment themselves. It was a perfect theory, which just needed great plotting to make it a perfect act.

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[Anyanka]

"I wish.."

Two dangerous little words; and yet they were exactly the ones that Anyanka wanted to hear. She leaned forward slightly upon registering them, her interest automatically triggered...but, what followed wasn't exactly a vengeance wish. Just Macy darkly commenting that she wished she better knew how what kind of vengeance to take upon her tormentors. It was tempting to grant it, use it to plant a few ideas in her head...but, that would involve revealing her game face too soon. And, while Macy seemed to have taken fairly well to her so far, Anyanka doubted she'd receive such a trusting reaction of this girl knew she was a demon. Still, though, she was close...so close, and the vengeance demon was already finding herself in an unusually good mood thanks to the progress she'd managed to make with Macy thus far.

She smirked a little when Macy requested her advice, resting her chin in her palm and tapping a finger lightly against her cheek as if deep in thought. Anyanka would have to be careful here, and she knew it. Humans could be so fickle when it came to trust, and the demon had on several occasions scared away potential clients with her ruthless nature before. Macy seemed a bit beyond holding back at this point; more than ready to give the group exactly what they deserved. Still, Anyanka warned herself, it was possible to push her too far...presenting any idea that was too horrific risked shocking or frightening her. Grumpily she had to remind herself, humans actually had morals.

"If you want my opinion," she began after a pause, "Why stop at just humiliation? They've humiliated you, sure...but they've also hurt you. Made you feel worthless, and alone, and depressed. It's only fair that they should experience just as much pain as they've forced on you...maybe that'd teach them to start treating people properly." Or, they could all be too dead to treat people like anything. Either way worked for Anyanka. She eyed Macy seriously, sympathy for the girl still present in her expression, but now tempered with something darker.

"..Hypothetically, of course. I mean, it's not like we can actually hurt them." Anyanka chuckled lightly, though this was very much not the case. Ooh, there were so many possibilities here, especially with Macy feeling as vindictive as she was. Maybe if Anyanka was lucky, she'd get to set the tormentors in question on fire, or turn their drinks to poison, or...well, perhaps her suggestion of comparing Macy's pain to physical pain would provoke an even nastier wish from the girl. "But after everything they've put you through, it'd be nice if karma would step in...don't you think?"

[npc Account]

Anya had a point, as she begun speaking on. Why should she just stop at humiliation? There had to be pleanty of more exciting ways to make them suffer and regret what they had done to her. Humiliation was good, but it ran out after a week or so, maybe less, depending on the social status of the person. In this case, the best she could do was a few days. That was without Anya. Anya appeared to be very skilled in this area, and this motivated Macy, giving her hope that they would get punished for what they have done to her, and all of the other people over the years who were forced to live as outcasts while they live as legends. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right. She knew that, and luckily for her, Anya seemed to know that as well.

Treating people properly wasn't the only thing she wanted to come out of this though, as she did want them to genuinely suffer, even more than they had made her suffer. "They really should. They deserve everything that will be coming their way. I want them to feel humiliated, alone, depressed and suffer the way they have made me and others feel. I want to see them go home and cry in a corner after school, knowing they have no one to get them out of this mess. I want their lives to be a bigger mess than what mine is!" In the last part, she had raised her voice a little higher, which caused some curious glances from people nearby. She exhaled softly, looking away from them and back at Anya. "Sorry...This is just extremely personal for me. Before you came along, I thought there was no point in doing anything, because it would just be pointless." And it would've been. She didn't possess the motivation and apparent knowledge of ways to punish people that Anya possessed. Although a little skeptical of why Anya wanted to help her out, she never brought it up. She needed a friend, not wanting to push the only person she had away. Also the only person who could help her seek revenge against those jerks, in particular, Matt, the scum of a boyfriend who ruined her life.

Anya was right. They couldn't exactly hurt them physically, otherwise she'd be behind bars and they'd once again be the ones snickering at her, seeing her as the loser and the social outcast who lost to them. The winners. No, she couldn't have that happen. As Anya mentioned karma, she nodded in agreement. It would be nice for them to get exactly what they deserve from Karma herself. Karma was a bitch, as they called it. Well maybe it was time it became a bitch to them!

She gasped softly as she gazed up at the room and noticed Matthew entering the Bronze, with a girl beside him, much more beautiful than she was, and at the same time, much too good for Matthew. Anyone was too good for Matthew. She felt a rush of anger rush over her as he looked over at her, before lowering his head and continuing to walk over to the bar, turning away from her completely. "Thats him..." She stated, obvious seriousness and frustration in her tone now. She turned back to Anya, no longer showing the innocent look she had on her face. "I hate him so much...If that bimbo wants to date him, then they both deserve eachother. I hate him so much...I wish she could see him for the monster that he is." She sighed, trying to let go of the anger. After all, they needed to find ways to hurt him.

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[Anyanka]

Anyanka resisted the urge to smile upon hearing Macy's spitefully vengeful words about the pain she wanted her tormentors to experience. They did, she noted, lack a particularly bloodthirsty streak—though Macy seemed absolutely convinced that the others should have to suffer emotionally, she expressed no real desire to cause any of them physical harm. Which, of course, was the case with most of the people Anyanka 'helped'...it didn't matter much, it just made it all the more fun to witness their mortified expressions when their wishes went horribly astray. Now all Macy needed was one more little push...

"Vengeance is never pointless." Anyanka chuckled in response to the girl's words, though it was murmured so quietly that Macy might not have heard. The 'push' she'd been musing on only seconds ago had suddenly presented itself in the form of Macy's ex himself, strutting into The Bronze as if he owned the place, complete with his new arm candy. Turning in her chair and following Macy's gaze, Anyanka narrowed her eyes in disgust. How very typical of a rotten, spineless human man. The demon spent a moment gazing across the club at the couple with cool contempt, only half-listening to Macy as she began speaking again...until...

"I wish she could see him for the monster that he is."

Well now! Here was something she could work with! Her icy expression changed into one of smug satisfaction, her gaze lingering on Matt and his date for a moment longer as she contemplated how to best...interpret this request. She'd go with something visibly terrifying, of course, as well as utterly destructive...after all, Macy had asked for a monster, and a monster was what she'd get.

Turning to face Macy again, Anyanka allowed her features to slip into a form that was distinctly not human. Her skin charred, her eyes shadowed and dark, her teeth viciously pointed, the vengeance demon leaned slightly forward to hiss to the human girl across from her—"Done."

An inhuman snarl tore through the underlying noise of the club, uttered from the direction Matt and his date had just been occupying. Except Matt wasn't so much Matt now..he was more like a huge, monstrous gray-skinned creature with long, clawed hands and a massive snout bearing rows of long, spiny yellow teeth. Screams rang out from the various surrounding people, chaos erupting in the form as a mass struggle of a whole crowd desperate to get as far away as possible from the creature that had suddenly appeared in their midst. The monster, in turn, let out another predatory roar and lunged with gaping jaws for the person nearest to him...which happened to be his date.

Thoroughly enjoying the panic that was beginning to erupt, Anyanka returned her gaze to Macy. Her features were now flawlessly human again, her expression one of calm amusement. "Suvolte demon." she explained with a deranged semi-grin. "Feel better? I don't think any girl is going to want to date him now." Really, perhaps she was enjoying this a little too much if she wasn't even going to attempt to hide the fact that she was responsible for this. But at this point, what did it matter? Macy had already seen her demon form, and assuming she got out of here alive...who was going to believe a word that came out of the local social outcast's mouth?

[npc Account]

Vengeance is never pointless. Yes, she could understand this statement very clearly, now that she had been betrayed and left full of hurt. If there was a way for her suffering to be transferred into Matthew, she would at least have some satisfaction within her being. At the moment, that was all she could ask for. Seeing that cheerful smile ripped off of his face, and for everyone to realize what a jerk he is. Maybe then they'd side with her, and disaband him, like she had been recieving. Maybe he'd even realize what a jerk he was himself, and realize the mistakes he made in betraying and hurting her the way he did. She didn't like to be hurt. It was mean, degrading and humiliating. She didn't like being humiliated. It was time for Matthew to be humiliated. He was a monster.

It appeared, however, that she was forced to eat her words. Her friend stated 'done,' before everything had changed. Her face turned monstrous, almost demonic. She had never experienced such terror in her entire existance. No one else seemed to have noticed, except her. Was she having an allusion? How would everyone react, if she screamed aloud, at nothing? She'd be justified as even more of a freak...A weirdo. But she wasn't weird. Before her very eyes was the girl she saw as Anya...But demonic and terror-inducing. Macy stumbled, jumping out of her chair, at the same time, spilling her drink all over the table and watched as it dripped on the floor. She cringed her eyes, not wishing to glance back at the horrifying face of her former friend. What was happening?! What was happening?

No one still seemed to notice Anya's face, and she soon noticed why. Everyone was too preoccupied in terror, just as she was. However, it wasn't because of seeing Anya's face. It was because they were looking at a hideous, monster! It was huge, spiny and had disgusting yellow teeth. This was just from a quick observation. She wanted to scream, but nothing was coming out but a gasp of terror and shock at what she was witnessing. A real life monster. What was happening? It was then, that she realized who the monster was, based on its standing next to Matthew's girlfriend. The monster was, Matthew.

She looked down, sighing as she realized that the monster terrorizing the Bronze was her own creation. Well, apparently it was the monster who she thought was her friend, Anya, however it was her inspiration and need for him to become a monster...Which somehow made him a monster. How was that even possible? Everything she was believing in to be real had just crumbled down before her. Was she dreaming? A nightmare, of the sort? It had to be...This couldn't be real. It just couldn't! She turned to Anya in complete fear and confusion. "What did you do! I didn't want this to happen! Who are you?!" These were bold questions, but with great reason behind them. No one deserved this kind of punishment, even Matthew. And now, because of her selfishness others were getting hurt. It was just too much...She wasn't able to handle all of this. Within moments, she collapsed, hitting the table and falling unconscious.

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[Anyanka]

Uh-oh, the demon thought without much seriousness, Looks like poor Macy doesn't like her wish very much. Well, that was the problem with humans. They had all of these wonderfully dark vengeance-related urges, but were mostly too soft to act on any of them. In fact if it weren't for vengeance demons, the entire human race would've been brought to its knees by compassion and forgiveness, and other such nonsense.

As the chaos continued to unfold on the other side of the club, Anyanka remained calmly in her seat. The havoc that the demon formerly known as Matt was wreaking was quite entertaining, but for the moment she was briefly distracted by gauging Macy's reaction to all of this. The blonde arched an eyebrow slightly as Macy turned to face her, meeting the girl's expression of unadulterated terror with a small, placid smile. "No? Would you have preferred something a little hairier? I considered turning him into a hell hound, but they can be so fussy about who they kill sometimes -" She stopped speaking as Macy, evidently entirely overwhelmed by this turn of events, collapsed to the ground in an unmoving heap.

Anyanka blinked, her smug demonic confidence giving way to uncertain perplexity for the briefest of moments. Hmph. Humans. They were all so melodramatic. With a light sigh, she stood up and took a few steps around the table, pausing a moment to stare at the unconscious girl at her feet. "Don't worry. They're all getting what they deserve." Anyanka muttered quietly, though it was clear Macy was in no state to listen to her. The demon surveyed the girl for a moment longer, her expression an unreadable muddling of contempt and confusion. She supposed her clients never really would understand what real vengeance meant. It was all for the greater good, inflicting on much pain as possible on those who deserved it.

And they all deserved it.

Turning away from her former 'friend', Anyanka returned her attention to the suvolte demon who was still terrorizing the other inhabitants of the club. Matt's date had been thrown into a broken heap near a collapsed chair, while the monster had taken more interest in the fleeing Sunnydale citizens. The Bronze was quickly beginning to empty, the chaos only increased by the frenzied rush to escape. A light smirk firmly in place, Anyanka idly trailed after the snarling, blood-thirsty demon as it pursued its victims. She wasn't going to miss a moment of the fun.

[Wesley Wyndam Price]

Oh no. There was no possible way of escaping this situation. He was surrounded, and would possibly be bombarded by them at any given moment. If he was to find a way out of this situation, he would need to proceed cautiously and carefully. Wesley finally managed to slip through the crowds of roaring teenagers dancing, managing to avoid bumping into any of them, except just the one. "Sorry!" He exclaimed as he knocked one a little too hard, watching as he glared at Wesley. This was much more difficult than he had thought it to be. In the face of danger, he was brave, and a hero. But in a situation with alcohol, loud head banging music and fast-paced teenagers dancing like crazy people, it was just simply uncharted territory for him. These people obviously had no class to their name, or sense of direction. Dear. He patted down his suit as he finally made it through the crowd, noticing he had a slight spill on his suit trousers. "Oh, its okay I was planning on washing these anyway!" He spoke back to the crowds, who weren't paying much interest to his problem. "Urgh..." He stated softly. Dry cleaning wasn't open until Monday. It just so happened to be Friday night.

He was in the Bronze not only exploring the depths of Sunnydale, but also hoping to run into Faith. She seemed like a bit of a wild card, and this place seemed to be the place that he would fine them. Unfortunately for him, this was more difficult than he had ever imagined, due to the overflow of people. Everywhere. Though he had confidence that if Faith saw him, she would go out of her way to make the first move. Oh, who was he kidding. She never wanted to speak with him again, despite him being chosen to be her watcher. Oh, what was the council to think when he told them that she wanted nothing to do with him. He'd be on the plane back to Britan. It would be a shame, he kind of enjoyed this atmosphere. Well not this atmosphere exactly, but the 'Sunnydale atmosphere.'

He felt defeated, proceeding to the bar to get a drink, when he heard shrieks from nearby. He glanced over in concern, noticing that there was now a...Demon inside the Bronze. He had no idea how that demon got there without making a ruckuss, and he wasn't even sure if he wanted to know. It was one huge demon, a very ugly one too. After a moment of assessing the demon's physical characteristics, he was able to ascertain that it was some species of the suvote clan. However the odd thing was, that these demons were basically extinct from these areas. At least, they weren't known to ever be cited in this area, even with the emergence of the Hellmouth in Sunnydale. Something just didn't appear right. It had all of the characteristics of the suvote, but just seemed rather unlikely.

He realized he hadn't packed any supplies on him, except a stake in his pocket. That would be handy, considering suvote demons can take a large amount of punishment, with one of the only ways of killing them being a stake through the heart or a major organ. Oh but not just any stake. A very very large one, which would be physically impossible to carry and thrust at it. Oh dear, this was definantly bad. Wesley moved near the demon, holding the stake out towards it. "You big ugly beast, you! Leave this place before you experience the pain of..." And on that note, the demon slung its arm at Wesley, who only managed to dodge a blow. "Nevermind! That whole pain thing was just an exaggeration. I'm sure if you just walk out calmly..." The demon swung again, and Wesley begun taking off. "Ahh!" He exclaimed briefly, relieved to have manuoeved himself out of another near-death situation.

He had no idea how he was going to handle this, especially without Faith. Even with a vampire slayer on hand, these demons were extremely difficult to kill in combat. And from what he had seen of Faith so far, he didn't even have that much 'faith' that she would succeed. He looked around the Bronze, before noticing another woman, who wasn't very human like. After another curious glance, he realized who she was, merely from pictures in texts he had read. Vengence Demon. This was beginning to make a lot of sense now. He approached the woman, not looking rather happy, before pointing the stake at her throat. "You are going to undo this spell right now, demon!" After acting on instinct, he begun to remember his readings on these types of demons. Oh bugger. "Now...I know that this won't kill you, but be warned, demon, that I know your weaknesses and I will use them against you if you make one move! You are going to transform that demon back into whatever it was, or whereever it came from right now. Otherwise I'll unleash upon you more painful moves from my arsenal which will paralyse you in fear." He really hoped his bluffs were working.

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[Anyanka]

What the...?

Why was there suddenly a strange, suited British man waving around a stake in her face? Momentarily distracted from the chaotic scene she had created, Anyanka narrowed her eyes in irritation and took a step back. He was right, the stake wouldn't be much use against her, but she didn't much appreciate being poked at nonetheless. It would seem, obviously, that her cover had been blown. This man knew what she was; she could only assume he'd seen her transform earlier and was well-versed enough in demonology to recognize her. How...unfortunate. She listened a bit crossly as he threatened her, blustering out something about 'knowing her weaknesses'. The statement made Anyanka hesitate for a brief moment, her eyes dropping suspiciously to the man's suit. Surely he didn't have any bunnies he was waiting to pull out of one of those pockets? That would be bad, but thankfully, it seemed more likely that the man was just bluffing.

Anyanka surveyed him closely, contemplating for a moment. He wasn't a demon, or a vampire, no...he was just human. Or appeared to be, at least. Anyanka briefly wondered whether or not he had any magical capabilities she'd need to watch out for. Though if he had, she figured, he probably would've used them already instead of wasting time chatting with her. Which meant, for now, she could label him as a non-threat and refrain from throwing him across the club like she'd been considering doing...because that would be conspicuous.

Recovering a little from being so suddenly approached, the vengeance demon straightened up and fixed the man with a disapproving glare. There was such wonderful chaos going on resulting from Macy's wish, and thanks to this man Anyanka was missing some it! "Go away, crazy British man," she told him agitatedly, abandoning most of the normality of her usual 'human' personality. "I don't go around interrupting...whatever kind of work you do, and I'd appreciate it if you did the same. These people are just getting what they deserve." And then some, of course, because it just wouldn't be fun otherwise. Her gaze traveled over to the other side of the club, where the suvolte demon seemed to be targeting those unfortunate enough to still be stuck inside due to the bottleneck forming at the door.

She sighed a bit wistfully. Vengeance was just so lovely, and she really would've liked to be able to witness this particular instance of it in full. If she walked away now, however, the British man would probably follow her and continue to babble about how she was a 'horrible, evil, demon' right there in front of everyone. It would be bad, bad for any vengeance-related business here in Sunnydale. Returning her gaze to the man before her, Anyanka paused for a moment. How were you supposed to make humans go away?

"Go on. Shoo. Go...go drink tea, or something." she told him uncertainly.