Written Using: The dw100 prompt Alien.
Summary: Anya is struggling with being human again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Anya had been human once, a very long time ago when the world was a different place. As a vengeance demon she’d seen things change, dipped in and out of history, encouraging scorned women to exact revenge on the men that hurt them, but she’d still essentially been on the outside, not really part of day-to-day events. It had been a good existence.
Now she’s human again and she doesn’t fit. She doesn’t understand human emotions, or how people interact with each other. Or math. Without her magic she has to do everything the human way and it’s so confusing, uncomfortable, and at times disgusting. How do people live like this? She hates it but she’s trapped.
All the things that are normal to a human are completely alien to her; she’s out of her depth and she needs help, but who can she turn to? It’s been so long since she had to depend on anyone for anything and she doesn’t know where to start. This must be how it feels to be afraid.
She’s been cast out by the lower beings for proving unworthy. All she can look forward to is a mortal life and death.