"Xander, I really do love you. I know you love me, too. We would never have almost married if you didn't," Anya's voice was wavering. Xander's raised eyebrow twitched. He wasn't wanting to hear this. He'd moved on months ago, why couldn't she?Xander sighed and turned on his barstool, turning away from the near weeping vengance demon. He took a sip of water and laid the cool glass bottom of his drink on his fist, digging the blunt glass onto his heated thumb. He heard Anya swallow loudly. Chocolate eyes glanced from looking down into his water glass back over to the cheating blonde. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, her chin shaking. Xander tried very hard not to scoff.
"Anya," Xander inhaled deeply, turning back to his ex. "If there ever had been a chance for an 'us' again, you killed it when you jumped Peroxide Boy." Anya visibly flinched. Xander took another sip. "I mean, you weren't even subtle about it, you two went at it in the middle of the damn store. Did you honestly think no one was going to find you? See that?" Xander shook his head and drained the rest of his drink. He was about to leave when Anya's hand shot out, her fingers tightening around Xander's wrist.
"That isn't fair!" Anya shrieked, pulling Xander back onto his seat. Xander winced hearing his wrist pop; he knew she either just broke it or sprained it beyond function for a while.
"You were caught with Willow when you were sleeping with Cordelia, and you were forgiven then. Why can't you forgive me? Isn't it just to do that?" Anya whined. Xander sneered and shook his head. He tried to wrench his hurt wrist from Anya's grip without much luck. The dark haired human growled in frustration.
"Damn it, Anya, I didn't sleep with Willow! I wasn't caught fucking her in plain sight, okay? We kissed, it was an accident, we both regret it, it hurt our friendships not just with Oz and Cordy, but with the both of us, too." Xander's eyes were tearing. Yep, wrist was definitely snapped. Tonight was going to be spent in the ER again. Good thing his job covered his medical insurance.
Anya was whimpering. Her grip on Xander's useless wrist was loosened but not removed. Xander looked into her wet eyes and felt an anger building inside of him. He shook it off and sighed.
"The problem with you is that you aren't human. You have no idea what humans feel, or what makes sense and what doesn't. You think it would be justice to forgive you; maybe you're right. Maybe if I was the Dalai Lama, we could totally just kiss and make up. But guess what? I'm not the friggin' Lama. I'm just a regular, every day guy who feels and hurts and forgives and regrets. You screwed Spike because you thought that was a good idea. Fine. You know what I thought was a good idea? To move on. Find someone new, someone who wasn't going to hurt me, someone who would understand all the shit I've been through and stop expecting me to be the perfect man day in and day out. I'm not Batman, you know." Xander could feel that anger coming back. It was joined with that nasty feeling of either wanting to puke or cry. Damn emotional parties. Why do all the bad feelings always bring a date?
Pain suddenly flared in Xander's wrist and it took a lot for him not to cry out. Though his whole arm was racked in fiery anguish, it just wouldn't be manly to squeak in public.
"You. Found. Someone. Else." Anya gritted out. She squeezed Xander's wrist harder and Xander winced at hearing another pop.
"An...ya..." Xander wheezed. His fingers were starting to go numb; definite bad sign. Anya leered, a smirk lifting her pink glossed lips. A large hand appeared from over Anya's shoulder, the fingers of said hand clawed onto the woman's neck. Anya gave a squawk and released Xander's broken wrist. Suddenly Angel's face came into view and glared down at Xander. His golden eyes gave away his anger; this vamp was close to slipping on his game face.
"Boy, I thought I told you to stay out of trouble tonight? You knew I had some things I had to take care of," Angel sighed. Xander grabbed his broken wrist and held it gently to his chest. He looked sheepishly at Angel.
"Sorry, Angel Baby, I wanted to go out for a few minutes, didn't realize I was going to bump into an old acquaintance." Xander swallowed back his pain. Angel nodded and turned his attention to Anya, who was choking in his grasp.
"And what were you doing to my boy? I can already see he's injured, so lying to me would really only make me mad. Well, madder. I'm already mad." Angel emphasized his point by squeezing Anya's throat. The blonde demon gasped audibly, tearing at Angel's hand with her fingernails. Xander watched for a few seconds before standing and placing his good hand on Angel's arm.
"It's okay, Deadboy. Anya just hasn't been able to deal with me dumping her." Xander grinned. Anya's eyes threw icy daggers at the dark haired human. "Let her go and let's go. We'll hafta make a quick trip to the emergency room again, but, hey, at least this time it isn't cause you forgot to take me out of the harness." Xander winked at Angel. Angel smiled darkly at Xander and released Anya, turning and wrapping one arm around the smaller man's waist. Anya sputtered as the two men were leaving.
"Xander! Xander, he hurt me! He tried to tear my throat out!" Anya screamed, holding her bruised neck. Xander stopped him and Angel and rolled his eyes. Reaching into his jeans pocket with his uninjured hand, he took out a coin and tossed it at his blonde ex. The quarter stopped short of the enraged woman. She glared down at the silver coin then raised angry, questioning eyes to her retreating ex.
"There's a payphone near the bar. Go call someone who gives a damn."
The End
