Chapter 7: Eve
Xander opened his eyes and saw a pretty girl in her teens watching him. "Uh...hello." She said, smiling nervously.
"Hi." Xander sat up, looking at her. He looked around at his surroundings, and found it was a hotel room. The walls were red, and the bed he was sitting on was heart shaped. "Where am I?"
"A...uh.....whorehouse." She said, blushing. He stared at her, uncomprehending.
"A whorehouse." He looked around again and then lept off the bed. "Oh,god, what did I do?" He backed against the wall.
"Um...nothing." She said, smiling. She was a pretty girl, very small and delicate. Her hair was long and brown, her face lightly freckled. She wore a long black slip and a pair of black thigh high boots. Her face was heavily covered in make-up. He looked her up and down, smiling unconcioussley. She was incredibly arousing.
"So I didn't get drunk and sleep with you......" He then looked over at the door. "Anya..." He began to run toward the door.
"Wait!" She called "You can't go out there!" She leaned against the door and looked into his eyes.
"Why not?" He asked, leaning closely into her, trying to intimidate her.
"The nightcrawlers will kill you next time they see you." She said, not looking at him. There was a moment of silence.
"The Nightcrawlers.....shit." Xander said, moving away from her. He then turned toward her again "And you are..........?"
"Eve." She said. He nodded.
"Xander. Xander Harris." He said, running a hand through his hair.
"Hi." She said. She looked him up and down while his back was turned to her. She licked her lips unconciously. "So,uh, you're not from around here, huh?"
"No." He said, not paying much attention to her "No, I'm from Sunnydale California, and I have no idea where I am besides a creepy town called Paradise." He paced the length of the room. "Is there a back way out of here? I have a......friend.....and she's waiting for me and I have to get back to her."
"Well.....you can use the alleyway...." She said, still leaning against the door. She put one foot up against it. "If you really want to go..." She walked forward senuously. Xander looked at her, watching her move toward him and found that he wanted her. Really badly. But...Anya..... He backed away from her.
"Look, thank you for rescuing me, but I have to go to her." He walked over to the door.
"Wait,Xander..." Eve said. Xander half turned. He didn't want to look at her. "I have to show you the way out." She walked past him. "Peter is down the hall, you'll have to be really quiet."
"Peter as in basket case with the bald head?" Xander asked. She turned and nodded. She crept into the hallway.
Anya quietly opened the front door to her hotel room and walked out onto the patio. She began to walk down the patio, holding onto the railing for support, and looking down at the pavement below her. There were a few cars parked, but not many. She then felt an arm around her. Anya kicked backward, catching her assailant in the knee. She heard a deep voice cry out and fall down to his other knee. Anya turned and backhanded her assailant. It wasn't like an ex-demon to get beaten by some idiot mortal...which she now was. The handsome guy on one knee before her looked up at her, and raised an arm to protect himself. "Hold on!" He pleaded "I'm David, a friend of xanders!" Anya lowered her raised hand, but the kicked him down and put a bare foot on his chest.
"Where is Xander?" She demanded.
"Would you mind taking your foot off of me?" David asked, looking up at her pleadingly. She pressed down. "Okay." He wheezed. "Last time I saw him, he asked me to stay with you while he went to make a phone call. That was about five hours ago.""He better be okay." She warned. "I'm sure he is. He seems very capable." David said "Please take your foot off of me? As attractive as you are, I prefer to take women out before they force me to grovel." Anya gave a small smirk. He was charming. She backed away and watched carefully as he got up. "Wow, where did you learn to fight like that?" He asked, brushing himself off.
"Hell." She replied.
"What?" He asked, turnin toward her. He hadn't heard her.
"Nothing." Anya said. She looked down at herself and saw she was wearing only a nightshirt. She then looked back up at David. "Were you the one standing in my room?" She demanded.
"There was a guy in your room?" David asked, his eyes wide. "I'm sorry, I should have been watching better...."
"It's okay." Anya said. "I can take care of myself, which apparently Xander doesn't understand." She said,crossing her arms across her chest and leaning back on one foot.
"Well, you were unconcious." David said, smiling. Anya glared at him and David smiled apologetically and then backed away. "I'm sorry. Please don't take out my knee again. I'll gladly kneel for you on my own." He gave her a half smile. "So, you know Xander better than I do, what's the plan of action?" Anya thought for a moment.
"Um...where are we?" She asked.
"It's some small town called Paradise. It's kinda freaky. It's like one of those cliche small towns by day and by night it's a Marilyn Manson video." David said.
"Paradise?" Anya said. "Hmmmmm." David waited patentiently. "I want to go find xander." She said, walking off into the direction of the parking lot.
"Uh...Anya, Ma'am?" He asked.
"What?" She asked, glaring at him. How she hated mortal men.
"You might want to put some pants." David said, nodding toward her attire "Ma'am." He quickly added. Anya raised an eyebrow. He was being awfully co-operative and obedient. And respectful. He was waaaaaaaaaay too perfect. She nodded and moved into her room. She turned toward him and pointed a finger at him.
"Stay." She commanded, walking in and shutting the door behind her.
Xander followed the small girl down the wall of the hallway, which was covered in red wallpaper. She was being very quiet. Then, there was a noise. Xander saw a shadow move onto the opposite wall. Eve ran back toward her room, pulling him behind her. She pushed him into her room and shut the door behind her. "It's Pete." She said, fear filling her eyes "I forgot he was coming to me......." She looked around frantically. She then pushed him into a closet. "Stay here, no matter what happens or what is said." She commanded, sliding the closet door shut. He listened as the door swung opened, and looked out through a small crack in the door. He saw Peter, the bald punker, enter the room and grab Eve roughly around the waist and kiss her. She fought against him, pushing at his bare chest, which Xander saw had a cross tatooed on it with thorns circling it and blood running down the front. He wore a leather vest that exposed his chest. She stepped away from him. "I don't want to..." Eve said.
"When did I give a shit what you think?" Peter demanded calmly. He backhanded her onto the bed. He then tore the vest off of him and began to unzip his fly. "Take off your clothes." he said flatly.
"I said no...." She said. Peter punched her in the face, hard. Eve crumpled to the floor, crying. She looked up at Peter with a tear soaked face, and xander saw blood trickling from her nose. "Now look what you made me do." Peter said calmly. He looked down at her and then held out his boot. "lick my boot." He said. Xander felt his stomach churn. He wanted to call out to her, to tell her not to do it, but most of all he wanted to smash out through the door and tackle the sick fucker into the wall. He saw Eve stick her tounge out and lick the top of the black boot. Xander closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. What had he gotten himself into? He now was glad he hadn't taken Cordelia or Willow along. Or even Buffy. He heard Eve moan and he quickly opened his eyes. He saw Peter pull her to her feet quickly and rip her slip off of her. She was naked save for her boots. He dropped to his knees. "Please forgive me, Mistress." He said, his voice becoming quiet and soft. "Please punish me." Xander saw Eve look over at the door with tear filled eyes, embarassed and humiliated. She looked a lot like Willow when she cried. And it tore his heart apart. He found his head filled with thoughts of Anya, for some reason. Why Anya? He loved Willow.....didn't he? Eve kicked Peter in the face.
"Crawl to me, Worm." Eve said, her voice becoming hard and angry. Her face twisted into a mask of rage. Xander was frightened of this version of Eve. Peter crawled on all fours, whimpering like a dog. Eve walked over to a small cupboard and pulled out a leash. She tossed it to the crawling skinhead. "Put this on." She commanded. "Now." Her voice was filled with hate. She seemed to have forgotten him in her closet. Peter put the collar and leash on without complaint. He also didn't look up. But then there was a complete change in both members of this little orgy. Suddenly Peter was on her, kissing her roughly anywhere he could get. Eve was fighting, and her face was crying and innocent again. Peter threw her onto the bed, and then dropped to his knees again, and began kissing the toe of her boot. He brought his lips up an inch or so each kiss until he found her leg, which he continued to kiss until he got to his vaginal area. He then began to pleasure her. She moaned with pleasure, and then Xander noticed her looking at him again. Between moans she motioned to him to get out of the closet and out of the room by nodding her head towards the door. Xander quickly opened the door and got out. He covered the side of his face so that his view was of nothing but the door. He opened the door and ran out, never looking back. He ran at full speed out of the whorehouse and into an alleyway. He then threw up all over the ground.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Xander hissed, falling to his knees. "And how the hell am I going to live with myself?"
"Xander?" Came a female voice.
"Anya!" He lept to his feet, grabbed her in his arms, and kissed her hard. She kissed him back, but he could feel her straighten in his arms. They broke the embrace, and Anya stepped back and looked at him, confused. He had never done that before. Xander would have blushed, if he wasn't busy shaking and being pale.
"What happened to you?" David asked from behind Anya. Xander looked back over his shoulder and began to push them out of the alley.
"We have to get the hell out of this town."