That...sinking feeling..[Hazama/Mia/ask to join]

[Anya]

OOC//Lateness + ubertired!Meekseh= Lame thread title. xD Anyways, yeah if you wanna join just ask me or Hazama first pretty please.

With the zombie outbreak and the madness associated with it finally beginning to abate, New York City was starting to come back to life. Citizens once again grew bold enough to brave the streets after dark, traffic jams until well after midnight were not an unusual occurrence, and crowds of people gradually began to flock stores like the one Anya worked in. The sudden boom in business was no cause for complaint as far as she was concerned--plus, more people meant it was easier to blend in. But on nights like tonight, when the onslaught of customers demanded she stay even later than usual, she found that it wasn't so easy to be appreciative.

It was nearing 10:30 pm by the time the department store started to clear out, and the vengeance demon was beginning to realize that both her energy and her patience were running on empty. Not that Anya was patient at the best of times, but up until the last hour and a half she'd managed to at least appear somewhat composed. Presently however, she was just about ready to start ripping heads off. Erm...figuratively, of course. The blonde paced irritatedly behind the register, the company phone held in one hand as she listened half-heartedly to the babbling of a customer on the other end.

"I don't care if you're on bed rest, maybe you should have thought of that before you went and got pregnant! If you want a place that delivers, try the pizzeria on the corner, you lazy--" Click. She blinked once, then lowered the phone from her ear and stared at it as if it had just done something morally offensive. They'd hung up on her...of all the nerve...

Of all the human concepts the demon struggled to grasp, tact seemed to be the one giving her the most difficulty. She paused for a moment, wondering what she had said to make the customer so angry, and then dismissed the matter with a light shrug. It had been an otherwise successful business day after all, no reason to fret over the loss of one hormonal, pregnant customer. There would be others.

But they would have to wait for tomorrow. With a final glance around the empty store, Anya slipped into the back room and took her coat. She did adore this little mortal economic system of exchanging goods for currency, but even she could only take so much of it in one day. Stifling a yawn, she headed outside, flipped the door sign to read "CLOSED", and locked up before turning to leave her day job behind her.

Although teleporting would have been easier and a million times faster, the vengeance demon had taken to walking home of late. There was something comforting in the routine of passing the familiar places and people of New York, and she savored each and every moment of her observation. The lights of closing stores flickering out one by one, the quiet murmuring of a couple carrying their sleeping child home, even the honks and screeches of traffic--Anya was so accustomed to these things that she almost felt as if she belonged here. With these people, in this city. In this world.

Tonight, however, things were a little different. Perhaps it was merely because she was coming home a little later than usual, or perhaps she was just imagining things, but the street seemed oddly...deserted. Although human interaction was certainly not her area of expertise, the vengeance demon really...did not like being alone. It made her feel exposed, and almost vulnerable. Which was ridiculous, really, because what on earth did she have to be afraid of? A zombie attack seemed unlikely at this point, and she could handle the odd vampire or werewolf that might try to jump out at her...so what else was there to worry about?

The thing was, though, the sudden wariness that had fallen upon her wasn't because she felt alone. Quite the opposite, actually. It felt as if there was something she was missing; some little detail that had not occurred to her. Anya's steps became slightly more rigid as she carried on down the sidewalk, her light brown eyes scanning her surroundings cautiously. This feeling was so...so eerie, yet she couldn't put her finger on it. What was it?

Suddenly, the demon stopped in her tracks as the realization hit her. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she listened for any noise that would suggest movement. Then, without warning, Anya whipped around to glare behind her, half-expecting to see some hobo trying to reach his grubby hands into her purse. And yet...nothing. There was no one in sight.

So why did she get the feeling she was being watched?

[Hazama]

"It seems that your collecting a few unpleasant human habits, Mrs. 'Anya'. Don't you know how dangerous the streets of New York are?"

A voice echoed out in mock-concern. From the shadows, came a man in a corrosive black suit, with green hair contrasting with a hat...and golden eyes that stared at Anya, seeming to pierce right through her. He smiled a snake-like smile, as he slowly walked towards the vengeance demon, grinning unrelentingly.

"Y'know, for the longest time I had no idea why you don't just teleport back home any more. Well, mystery solved now eh? Am I right? Or did I get it wrong? C'mon, tell me! I'm a bit curious."



(SHORT POST IS FUCKIN' SHORT, I know, but please, have mercy! I'm...sorta' at a bit of writers block.)

[Anya]

It seemed her intuition had proved correct: she was most certainly not alone. When that ominously unfamiliar voice sounded from the shadows, Anya spun to confront the stranger...only to find that there was no one to confront. Or so she thought until a moment later, when a strange green-haired man appeared from the darkness as if straight out of thin air. Warily, the demon gave him a quick once-over. Suit, hat, and...yes, interestingly colored hair. At first glance he didn't appear too formidable, and yet...there was something about him that sent a chill down her spine. Maybe it was the mocking smirk, or those amber eyes, or something about the way he spoke, but Anya couldn't help but feel as if she were being threatened somehow.

The frown she gave the man plainly displayed her distrust, if not outright alarm. What was more disturbing than the vibes this stranger was giving off was the fact that he obviously knew her. And not just her name—but evidently, what she was as well. Which would immediately suggest that he, like her, wasn't as human as he appeared to be.

Unless...unless there was some other reason? Anya looked a little closer, trying to distinguish any features that might familiarize him. Perhaps he was another one of her...victims from so very long ago; they seemed to have an annoying habit of coming back to haunt her. Yet somehow, he struck her as the type whom one didn't quickly forget once they'd encountered him. And if he'd desired vengeance against her, she would have sensed it by now, being a...vengeance demon and all.

"Who are you?" Anya chose to avoid his question and counter with one of her own, her tone laced with suspicion. There was no real point in denying her identity, seeing as the man seemed quite sure of who she was...might as well get down to business. "Have you been following me? I don't know what you're trying to do, mister, but you'd better...uh, watch out! 'Cause I'll...find your ex-girlfriends! And make them wish something...horrible on you..." Anya narrowed her eyes and drew herself up to her full height in an attempt to appear formidable. Well...as formidable as a 5'3, bunny-fearing blonde could appear, anyway.

[Hazama]

"'I'd better watch out'? Goddamn woman, what the hell happened to you? I mean seriously, that's kind of pathetic if you were going for a 'intimidate the scary suited man' schtick. What next? You gonna' tell my mommy on me if I take your chocolate pudding? Ooooooh, scary."

Hazama cackled dryly to himself as he walked closer to the 'reformed' vengance demon, his mind a fluster. He recalled the accounts of the dossier on the once-frightening demon. Takamakahara apparently got the memo about her demonhood, that much is for sure, and also the names and locations of several people she used to 'pal' around with. Some dike named Buffy or Tuffy or Taffy or somethin', a 'super scary' shitty vampire, some guy named 'Xander' or some shit. He didn't really know. And he didn't really care. All he knew is that she had 'retired' twice under mysterious circumstances, and had died at least once. Maybe thats what made her all Affable? Well, now was the time to find out...just like Takamaka ordered (or as Hazama put, suggested) to be done.

"Ah! But where are my manners!? My name is Hazama, at your service ma'am! And by at your service, I mean I want to have a little chat with you. And to answer your other question, yes, I have been following you. For days~<3. Funny how you only noticed now. Guess Human life's dulled everything about you, eh?"

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[Anya]

The demon's scowl darkened as she was mocked, although now confusion clearly muddled with the chagrin in her expression. She really wasn't sure what to make of this Hazama person, except that he was really starting to freak her out. It had been so very long since she'd met anyone who was familiar with her...darker days. After fighting it out in the recent zombie invasion and making her new home here in New York City, Anya had almost been able to forget about the grimmer details of her past. Almost. Needless to say, this was a very unpleasant little reminder.

At least Hazama had been upfront about following her, though. Anya would give him that; she appreciated that kind of directness in a person...but it didn't mean she trusted him any more. Far from it, actually. Here he was, insinuating that she was somehow "dulled" because....because she was no longer a vindictive, cold-blooded demonic entity? The vengeance demon averted her gaze briefly, trying to ignore that part. The last time she'd let an accusation like that get to her, a dozen or so college kids had ended up slaughtered in their dorm rooms. And she certainly wasn't looking to repeat that little incident.

So, although every one of her survival instincts screamed at her to back away as the suited man advanced on her, she stood her ground. "I'm sorry. I seem to have disappointed you." Anya replied with uncharacteristic coldness. "But if you were expecting to find me as anything other than 'dull' and 'human', you're a little late." —Try four years— "So I don't see what we have to chat about..."

Now probably would have been a good time to leave, and indeed the blonde finally managed to back away a pace or two. Still, she couldn't bring herself to turn away from Hazama, partly because she wouldn't put it past this green-haired man to attack her suddenly, and partly because as much as she refused to admit it...she was curious as to how much exactly he knew about her. And of course, whether or not he was prepared to use this information against her. The vengeance demon's usually-friendly gaze had turned wary and calculating as she weighed the risks of sticking around long enough to find out.

As much as Hazama's words had irked her, though, she figured that maybe it was better that he wrote her off as all soft and subdued. Maybe if Anya could convince him that there was nothing left of her former demonic destructiveness...he'd lose interest and leave her alone.

[Hazama]

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that we've got something to talk about, Mrs. Anya. P-reety damn certain. Infact I'm so certain, that I'm not gonna' let you leave till we do have a chat, no matter how much you may or may not want to go about, now or otherwise. But relax! They're mainly about your so-called 'friends' so...I think you don't have to worry to-to much about reverting back to a soul-sucking harpy because you don't particularly like what I'm saying...well then again, only you can control yourself so...~!"

Hazama strided forward, getting closer and closer to Anya until she was at twice of arms-reach. His eyes glowed a dark gold and his every step exuded a dark energy...but even still, he didn't seem too hostile towards her. The truth behind this normally 'uncharateristic' behavior happened to stem from a recent chain of events that was seperate from Anya's affairs...The Murokumo affair. The Cauldron was nearing completetion, T-D was almost done, and the lovely Jill Valentine was ripe for the p-

Oh. Right. Back on topic.

"Soooooo yeah. Mind answerin' a few questions? Not that it really matters what you say, you'll be tellin' me one way or another but...this really is the most convenient (and polite) way of askin' ya."

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[Anya]

He wasn't going to let her leave? Anya bristled indignantly at this, momentarily forgetting her apprehension in favor of a more scornful demeanor. Like hell Hazama was going to force her to do anything—the vengeance demon answered to no one. Well...except tax collectors, and her boss at the store, and anyone else this world's strange society seemed to require. But that was all! Her irritation fully provoked, Anya practically growled out her next words. "Are you threatening m—"

Wait. Friends? What the...Anya didn't have friends. Well, besides Nara and Reno. Unless you counted that goblin chick and the FBI officer from awhile ago...or those crazy folks from Silent Hill...but she couldn't understand how any of this was relevant. None of this made sense, actually: this green-haired man popping up out of nowhere, seeming to know all about her demonic past...and now he was asking about her 'friends'...oh.

Light bulb.

Her little 'lolwut' moment broken a sudden spark of realization, Anya reflected that it was possible...that Hazama meant...her other friends. That made a little more sense. Except, Anya didn't know what he'd want with Buffy and her gang any more than she knew what he wanted with her. The vengeance demon wasn't exactly sure where this was going, but she didn't like it. Despite the fact that Hazama seemed passive for the moment at least, she could not banish the intuition that this guy was bad news. Everything about him reinforced this impression; the subtle threat behind his words, the darkness that practically radiated off him...Anya was guessing that he was not someone you wanted to run into in a dark alley. Oh...wait.

So the way she saw it, she had roughly three choices: turn right around and leave despite Hazama's promise not to allow her to do exactly that, actually take the bait and attempt to answer these "questions", or...get all demon-faced and see if this guy was as tough as he claimed to be.

At any rate, option one would probably lead to option three anyway. And she wasn't sure a fight was the best idea, not without a little more forethought...and besides, it wasn't as if she knew for certain that Hazama meant trouble. For all she knew, these questions could consist of "what's your favorite color? kbye!" ...it seemed unlikely, but weirder things had happened.

"Okay. Sounds great! Invade my personal space! Waste my time! Knock yourself out. Ask away...and we'll see about the answers." Anya grumped, although more to stall for time than anything as she continued to weigh her options...

[Hazama]

Hazama smiled his wide, serpent-like grin and let out a light chuckle. He looked casually at Anya, before clapping his hands a moment. His hands made a dramatic gesture as he spoke, a sign of his childish psychopathic tendencies.

"Ah! Very good choice, Mrs. Anya! Now then! Onto business! I'll keep this short, alright? Didn't come here to disrupt your day, no sirree. First off! I'd like you to tell me all you can about that smoldering crater that you once called home! Y'know, the one with that Buffy chick and that Xander guy? And those vampires and all that other crazy shit? Yeah, I'm curious 'bout that. If you will, tell me, what the hell went on there?"

His words were simple, but even as he delivered them with his usual flair, one could tell that there was something else on his mind, something that made him giddy with excitement-- not something going on now, but maybe something waiting for him, or something that he was going to do later. Who knows? But frankly, the anticipation painted his actions a vibrant color, one that would glare outwards to even the colorblind.

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[Anya]

Well, this was just peachy. She supposed it wasn't all that surprising that Hazama knew all about that little Sunnydale 'incident', given the other information he seemed to be privy to. After all, a whole California town being wiped from the face of the earth? Not exactly top secret. What she did surprise her, though, was that he seemed to have acquired the real story about what had happened there. Or some of it, at least. He'd referred to Buffy and Xander by name, at least, and mentioned the vampires..

The question was as casual as it could have been given the circumstances, and perhaps this was why it hit her so hard. Anya hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly hadn't been to be reminded of this. The vengeance demon'd had some pretty sucky days in her long life, but the day she'd been brutally slaughtered by that honorless, vampire-scum who hadn't even hard the courage to face her head-on? Definately made her bottom ten.

Anya remained silent for a moment, eyes narrowed...though whether in thoughtfulness or agitation, it was unclear. After all, she couldn't really blame Hazama for asking. How was he supposed to know that this particular question would strike a nerve?

Yet...there was something about the way he spoke and presented himself, even, that only furthered her distrust. He was almost...giddy? But what did he have to be all chipper about? The demon wasn't sure if she even wanted to know. Still, though, no blatant signs of aggression...and he had said this was going to be quick. So why did she feel so edgy?

Fidgeting slightly, Anya gave a rather evasive half-shrug. "'Hell' pretty much sums it up." she replied quietly. "Some Big Bad decides he's had enough of the whole good-vs-evil balance thing, so he tries to tip the scales. And Buffy was there to stop it...like she always was." Didn't save everyone, though, did she? She couldn't help adding silently. "Only...it got a little messy. Sunnydale was literally located on an entrance to hell, or so they told me. And...well when things get really, really bad, sometimes you haveta blow 'em up. ...Don't you think?" That seemed to be Buffy's policy, anyway, and admittedly it had worked. Anya just hadn't been around to see it.

Suddenly realizing that she'd answered the question a bit more fully than she'd intended to, the blonde blinked and fell silent. She was supposed to be playing it safe, not giving Hazama all of the information he asked for. In a sullen attempt to disguise her frustration, Anya arranged her expression into one that was vaguely more composed than she was actually feeling, and warily watched the green-haired man for a response.

[Hazama]

Hell? Wow, seems like Anya's lil' gang got into some deep shit, poundin' into a sub-dimension. Huh...maybe she'd be useful for cleanin' that little pocket of space-time out when it came to do it? Hell...he might actually need more than just her. With the amount of space-time distortions present, he couldn't imagine how many pocket-dimensions there were...he'd need more for the gi-

Oh yeah. She kinda' was still sayin' words. Hazama sorta' forgot about that. And to boot, he'd only just snapped back to reality when she finished...great.

"Huh? Ohsurewhynot. But hey! You've made me ask another question! Well, not really a question, buuuut, well...So anyway, tell me 'bout hell! Everything about hell if you will mi'dear."

[Anya]

If she'd been hoping for a slightly cheerier question than the previous one, she certainly hadn't gotten her wish. Anya wasn't sure that hell was something that could be described so casually, especially when you weren't so good with words to begin with. As she considered for a moment, however, she found the memories flooding back to her with a disconcerting amount of ease.

"Oh, that. Well, it depends on what dimension you're talking about, but let's see...there's all kinds of freaky stuff! Devils, demons, your average everyday tortured souls, and..." She stopped for a moment, hesitating not for a loss of words, but for another reason altogether. The truth was...talking about this came naturally to her. She had spent a thousand years calling hell her home, after all, even before Sunnydale. And when it came to all things demonic, Anya possessed a surprising amount of finesse in contrast with her utter obliviousness where anything human was concerned. Reflecting on this, she felt almost...disappointed. Ashamed, even. Perhaps she'd thought repressing her darker nature for so long would erase all evidence that it had ever existed. Yet here she was, about to talk about hell like she'd just been there yesterday...

It was with considerably less enthusiasm that she continued. "...It's...it's not like everyone thinks, with the fire and the burning and everything. I mean some of it is, but...it's mostly just. Dark. And lonely." Always lonely, no matter how many freaks fellow creatures of the night you surrounded yourself with. Anya averted her gaze uncomfortably, wondering how on earth she'd managed to get herself into this little conversation. So far, it was only serving to depress her.

And why did Hazama need to know all of this, anyway? Most people didn't go around asking what hell was like. When he'd called her out for what she was, the vengeance demon had more or less assumed that he himself was some kind of demonic entity as well. But seeing as his question implied that he'd never had the 'pleasure' of visiting hell before, Anya..well, she was even more confused than before.

"...I don't know if I like this." she said once she eventually managed to look at Hazama again. "You're asking about things that...that no one should even know about, and you never explained why you were following me, a-and you have green hair..." Anya's rambling trailed off here. She hadn't even necessarily meant to express her misgivings aloud, but...she really wasn't too keen on continuing this little chat without voicing some questions of her own.

[Hazama]

Hazama giggled at Anya's reaction to the question. He could tell she was starting to get more than a bit uncomfortable...ha! What a joke! What'd she expect him to ask? Somethin' 'bout bunny rabbits? Ah well~! When the information was finally out, it didn't really answer too too much of what he actually wanted to know...he'd figured that 'hell' was a clubhouse for so called 'demons', but apparently it was a "A DARK AND LONELY PLACE MR. HAZAMA, FILLED WITH DEMONS AND DEVILS THAT ARE JUST AS LONELY, SOCIALLY AWKWARD, AND MENTALLY HANDICAPPED AS MYSELF! AND THERE IS FIRE AND TORTURED SOULS AN- CRAAAAAWWWWLING IIIIIINNN MMMYYY SKIIIIIIIIN!"

But...Whats this? Aw, she was gettin' a bit curious! Hazama was wondering when that little scrap of intelligence he knew Anya had would start to work! And lovely timing too! He was just getting ready for another round of intimidation!

"Hm? Oh, didn't I already say? I'm Hazama! Of the Novus Orbis Librarium's Intelligence Department! And I want your information fo- HA! Just kidding! I'm not telling you just yet! It's a secret, mi'dear, but if you continue to spill the beans, perhaps it'll be one you get to learn."

[Anya]

Novus...Orbis...wha?! That sounded pretty serious...like a top-secret government spy organization, or something. Oh God, had she been talking to some kind of government agent this whole time?! 'Cause that would've been bad. Maybe this Hazama guy was from something like The Initiative, the black-ops branch that'd been conducting research on all things supernatural awhile back. If that was the case, then Anya didn't even want to think of what he might do with some of the information she'd just given him. Yet...he came off as a tad shady, even for one of those secret-agent-types. Obviously, Anya was once again missing something. Something important. Problem was, Hazama didn't seem at all inclined to let her in on the secret just yet.

Suppressing a frustrated sigh, the vengeance demon crossed her arms, tapping a finger in a subconscious display of agitation. Anya really hated secrets. Still, Hazama hadn't said he'd never tell her. He'd made some kind of statement about eventually telling her that sounded vaguely promising, and it was her curiosity in regards to this that made her hesitate just a moment. It certainly would be prudent to find out exactly what this man wanted, but it didn't seem as if he was going to make that bit of information available unless she continued to 'fess up. And Anya's common sense, rare and fleeting as it was, told her that giving Hazama any more information without knowing what he intended to use it for was a really bad idea.

"Um. Okay. Well...this has been really fun..." the demon mumbled, forcing a rather unconvincing note of false enthusiasm into her voice. Quickly deciding that the charade of politeness really didn't work for her, Anya soon reverted back to her trademark straight-forward bluntness. "But the problem is, I just don't trust you. And I don't understand why you need this information, a-and seeing as you're being all vague and mysterious and not answering any of my questions...I'm going to pretend that I have somewhere important to be and leave now."

She turned slightly, silently debating over whether or not to attempt teleporting in her current rather frazzled state. And yet, Anya couldn't confidently turn her back on Hazama. He'd already made a pretty clear threat against her regarding any attempt to leave, and now...well, she wasn't exactly sure what his reaction would be. She hesitated a moment, tensed.

[Hazama]

Hazama's features didn't change. He didn't even flinch. At first, one might think Hazama didn't hear her, or that he just wasn't listening...but then he opened his predatorial eyes for the first time in the conversation. His striking, glowing gold pupils became visible for the first time to Anya', and they stared intently at Anya, with his same, smug, snake-like grin looking at her. He let out a light chuckle, before leaning in a bit closer to Anya-- as if to get her attention, as if he didn't have it already.

"Anya. Do you know the names and faces of every single man, woman, and child you've damned to hell? The physical characteristics of most every soul that you've seen tortured for eternity, with an agony burning so bright that they couldn't help but scream-- no, not just yell or shout, or even 'scream' in the normal sense, really really hopelessly scream? Just gather all of them in your head, even if you can't get all of them, it's alright. Just remember every charred corpse, every pile of gore, every being submitted to fates worse than death, even after their own horrible deaths... Now imagine, that, all combined and wrapped up into one little package, for much longer than even eternity. That is the fate that will befall you if you do not stay and answer my questions. And if you even doubt me for a minute, please note: I never lie. Ever.

[/b]Suddenly, Hazama seemed far less kempt then he was before. It wasn't as though anything had changed physically, or that his hair or eyes were glowing or that his mouth had opened up to reviel a never-ending vortex of death or pain or some other contrived notion-- he just did. He let off an aura of death, of pain, of despair, of careless abandon and wonton misfortune and schadenfreude. And the moment she might stop to notice this, Hazama would not be in the position he was before: he'd be right in front of her, with his 'kindly' smile and closed eyes once more, hands in his pocket...but with that aura still personifying this...Hazama fellow.[/color][/size][/center]

[Anya]

Of course Hazama wasn't going to just let her walk away and forget all this ever happened. No, that'd just be too easy. Anya winced slightly as he began to speak, a tiny irrational part of her still hoping for a simple "Okay, thanks for your time, bye now!". No such luck, however. As Hazama began to speak, suggesting that she recall in horrific detail the fates of her countless victims, Anya remained rigidly rooted to the spot. Still avoiding the green-haired man's gaze, she instead chose to stare vacantly out across the street. All she had to do was block out his words...she didn't have to listen to this...

Except it wasn't exactly working, and the harder she attempted to ignore them, the clearer each word seemed to break through. If there was ever any doubt that Hazama had been threatening her before, there sure as hell wasn't now. The vengeance demon practically bristled under his golden gaze, suddenly struck by the notion that at this point, she was pretty much screwed. It wasn't only Hazama's little speech that had such an effect, but more the fact that he practically radiated negative energy as he spoke. Despair, terror, desperation...Anya hadn't felt anything so hellish since...well, being in hell. Like a spooked rabbit (and rabbits were really the last things she needed to be thinking about right now, uneasy as she already was), she startled out of her tense posture and whipped around to face Hazama again.

Only...he wasn't there. What..? Had this all been some kind of mind-trick? Visibly shaken, the demon turned around again, her first instinct telling her to get out of there now...except when she turned, it was only to nearly collide with the green-haired man who was now standing directly in front of her. Only just managing to stifle an alarmed yelp, Anya leaped back a pace and stared at the man with a newfound sense of panic.

"W-what is wrong with you?!" she choked out once she'd managed to find her voice again. "I don't know whether I've done something to offend you, or whether you're having a really bad day, or whether you're just terrifying in general." Here the demon paused briefly in an attempt to gather her remaining scraps of courage. "But I'm not answering any more questions, and I'm not going to stand here and play mind games. So...get out of my way!" She glared at Hazama stubbornly, even though she knew there was little chance of her little hissy-fit actually working. Teleporting. She had to focus on that. But after what Hazama had just said, Anya couldn't even collect herself long enough to concentrate on visualizing her destination.

...Well, at least now she knew to label Hazama as someone who she definitely was not going to be getting all buddy-buddy with, to say the least. The combination of her escalating distress added to the fact that she was now finding her self figuratively backed into a corner...was actually almost enough to provoke the demon into a fight. The thing was, judging from all these nasty vibes she was getting, Anya had a feeling that a scrap with her newfound pal wouldn't exactly turn out in her favor...