Written by Czar Fruitcake
Disclaimer: I own the leprechaun… nobody else.
Author’s Note: Yet another fic in the ongoing “leprechauns make Buffy characters do strange things” series, started with Coincidence. Abstinence (Faith’s story) and Non-maleficence (Giles’s story) are both also underway. For those of you who asked for Anya’s story… here it is.
Summary: Tolerance the leprechaun tortures Anya with bunnies.
Tolerance was a disgruntled leprechaun, about that there was no doubt. His embittered state was mostly due to the fact that, unlike his arch-rivals, Coincidence and the she-leprechaun, Abstinence, he had not been chosen as a leprechaun of the call. His voice just wasn’t quite green or hypnotizing enough.
While the others had been given slayers, Tolerance had been sentenced to a bitter fate. He was to watch out for a young vengeance demon, grooming her to one day become a fighter on the side of good.
“Blah, blah, blah,” Tolerance said out loud, kicking the dirt with his little green leprechaun feet. “Train her to be a force of good? This isn’t any fun at all.”
A wicked smile spread across his face.
Anya, or anyanka as she was then called, was talking to a scorned woman, coaxing the wish out of her, when she heard someone calling her name, and she paused for a moment.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” the voice said. Anyanka frowned.
“My name is Anyanka,” she said. Suddenly, a leprechaun appeared beside her.
“Aaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnyaaaaa,” Tolerance said again, and Anyanka looked at him, her eyes glazed over. She didn’t want to listen to the small green man, but his voice was rather green.
Anya shook her head and cleared his voice from her mind. His wasn’t a strong enough call to bind her to his will based on that alone. “Go away, annoying small leprechaun.”
“I am not small,” Tolerance sniffed, before a nasty look came over his face. He clapped his hands, and with a little leprechaun magic, an oversized bunny, carrying a machete and dressed from head to toe in black garb, came hopping ominously toward Anya.
He swung the machete as he hopped. Hop. Hop. Swish. Hop. Hop. Devious bunny glare. Hop. Hop…
The woman stared at the oversized bunny, and though she had no reason to fear the animal, the nasty glint in his eyes as he raised the machete made her teleport out quickly.
She shuddered. “Evil ninja bunny,” she muttered. “Stupid leprechaun.”
Tolerance rubbed his hands together wickedly. The bunny war had only just begun.
“Muahahahahaha,” said Tolerance.
TBC..if there are enough reviews… many, many chapters, explaining how Anya came to fear bunnies. If it goes on, it will only get sillier.