Titel: There are some things one shouldn't hear
Genre: Dark, angsty, Drama, but eventually romance/humor, I hope.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I'm only borrowing them for a little while, I'll return them safely.. ish.., I swear!

This is my first ever Buffy fic, I'm quite excited. I hope I get the characters right. The first chapter is short, I know, but it's merely an introduction chapter. The following chapters will definitely be longer.

It depends on you if you want to read the spell or immediately switch to Buffy having a bit of a spell-over. What do you want to see, ehrm- well, read?

This story is set somewhere in season 3, as to whereas our little demon is quite pissed off at the ScoobyGang, mainly Buffy, and wants sweet revenge. I have no idea about the whereabouts of either Angel or Faith, but Wesley is already jollyish here – he's mah betch, Buf's 18 and doing her thing, Cordy might still be really active in the group – she's just awesome, and the rest kinda speaks for itself, right?

Anyhoe, without further ado, I present to you:

Chapter 1

Never mess with a pissed-off demon

"I want revenge for what that little meddlesome, brain-dead kid did to me," she paused, knotting her eyebrows quite deep, "Because of her, that little under-aged, immature brat, and her teensy little friends, I've lost my powers."

Suddenly, the wooden desk was brutally assaulted by a pair of fists slamming harshly on top of it.

"I. Want. Them. Back!", the woman demanded, grinding her teeth as she stared quite furiously at the man seated at the other side of the desk.

However, the man didn't seem to be even the slightest bit intimidated by her actions, he didn't even seem to flinch. In fact, a mischievous smirk appeared onto his face as he let his entwined fingers rest upon the smooth surface of the desk before him. He then leaned a bit closer to the woman, grinning rather boyish.

"I like your spirit, that's for sure," he paused as he got up from his chair and made his way towards the opposite of the room, more precisely – towards a certain wooden cabinet, his eyes sparkling as bright as ever, "So, what do you have in mind?"

"Cookie? They're delightful", he said as he abruptly turned round and offered Anya a plate full with chocolate-chip cookies.

"Well....", she said, her voice mysteriously trailing off as she grabbed one of the delightful cookies before explaining her devious and demonic plan any further to the Mayor.

To Be Continued...