Taming the Demon
AUTHOR: Eris
EMAIL: ErisGoD@aol.com
DISCLAIMER:
No infringement of copyright is intended. You know the drill, anyone appearing
on or mentioned on BtVS are ME's. New characters introduced here are mine.
SUMMARY: Anya
receives a little bit of much needed reassurance.
SPOILERS: None
Rating: G
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Set in season 7
Anya's POV:
Anya grumbled and glowered as she fluffed the pillows on Buffy's bed and
commenced straightening the comforter. Buffy had not asked her to make her bed,
or in fact asked her do anything about the cluttered, overly person-stuffed
house, but Anya was bored, and after recent events, she was full of anxious,
scary-type energy in much need of release. And when she was nervous she had a
tendency to clean. For whatever reasons this seemed to soothe her savage beast.
Only not today.
Pulling the comforter taut and patting out the wrinkles, she looked about for
the rest of the accouterments. One by one she piled the myriad of stuffed
animals and little novelty pillows neatly back onto the bed.
Picking up the last stuffed animal, she stopped and stared at it. A little round
pig. It was plump and cute and all smiles, happy as could be.
"What in the world was this little plush porker smiling about?" she
wondered.
She had heard Buffy refer to it as Mister Gordo and seen Dawn and the others
making a big fuss over it in the wee hours, only she didn't see it. Maybe she
needed to look closer?
"What's that? Huh..."
There was an unusually clever glint to its eye that made her stop. She sat down
on the bed, cocked her head and continued to stare. She didn't know why she
stared at the little scrap of pink fluff. She wasn't one to form attachments to
material items... well, other than a certain green papery material. No, to her
stuff such as toys and flowers and candy as gifts were mere wasteful trifles.
She'd rather have the hard stuff -- cash. The money, to her, showed that the
giver really cared, that they were serious about her.
"This...," she thought as she twirled the toy, "...this is silly
and stupid and meaningless."
However, slowly, lightly, she began to stroke her fingers back and forth over
the soft acrylic fur.
"Yup, absurd and foolhardy... So why does it feel good to hold it?"
It was a complete mystery to her. So mysterious in fact she continued to sit
there and stroke him as long moments passed, and she soon found herself cuddling
him.
"I wonder if this thing comes with instructions."
Yup, a complete mystery.
After what seemed a forever she finally stood and, with a smile, gently placed
him in the center of the bed, looked, adjusted him slightly, and patted his
little head. Humming now, she brushed her hand over the comforter to straighten
it one last time and headed off to Dawn's nightmare of a room crammed full top
to bottom with even more potential slayer belongings.
End
Mr. Gordo's POV:
Manycolor
Fur is not happy with me today I guess, as I am roughly tossed onto a chair. The
others and bed cloth are heaped on top of me as she makes my soft waiting place
unmessy again.
She is talking to herself and seems very aji--, aji-tay--, upset. She is
straightening Girl's bed and not happy at all. I can only understand half of
what she is saying.
I call to her, **I'm sorry you're not happy Manycolor Fur. I agree, too many
girls. Too much noise. So much scared. But what is everyone scared of? I'm not
scared. See? See my face? I'm happy, and I can make you happy too. If only you
could hear me. But you're a Big One, and most of you can never hear me. We can
give it a try though.**
She grabs me hard.
**Owie, too hard! Hey, li’l piggies bruise easily. Careful.**
She stares at me now over and over, and I don't like the look she is giving me,
but I am brave and I don't let her see.
**Yes, sit down and talk to me. Tell me what is happening outside my world. What
is happening in the big world with walls and the world without? Who are all
these girls? Are they all mine to stay now too?**
She doesn't answer me. Slowly she runs her fingers over my fur, and it tickles,
her touch is so light now.
**Okay, go ahead and stroke my fur. It will make you happy. I promise.**
She does.
**See, it's working. The scared is going away. You can hold me if you
wa--oooaaaaaff.**
And before I can finish saying it, she is hugging me close and tight. We like
this.
**See, isn't this better?**
We cuddle for a long time. Cuddling is good, but as always the Big Ones have
things they must do, and before too long she is trying to leave. I don't want
her to leave now that we are friends. But she must. I know this as I know Girl
must leave every sun time too. She puts me in my waiting spot and makes sure I
am just right.
**Thank you, Manycolor Fur.**
Then she pats me on the head and begins making the little sounds my girl makes
at the back of her throat when she is happy.
**I am so happy you are happy now.**
And I watch as she leaves my world and heads off to take care of my faraway
friends in Brown Fur's world.
End