Anya

While her new Masters freaked out and devloved into histrionics and shouting Anya spotted something. Or rather someone.

Just at the entrance, with his head barely peaking around the doorjam was Xander Harris, her ex. And possibly her savior from slavery. How galling that she had to depend on him for help after all he' done to her.

What little power she had free access to she used. She hadnt been told not, after all. With a simple twitch as her only tell Anya used her power. And perhaps granted some long delayed wishes a younger Xander might have once made. With that finger twitch Anya gave Xander the strength, skill and powers of Spider-Man. And with a second twitch of her fingers a complete understanding of the situation was put into Xander's brain.

She watched as Xander's head tilted back before he cast a quick look her way and nodded once. Anya suppressed a smirk as she watched Xander just blur out of sight in superhuman speed that took less than a second.

Anya returned her attention to the trio of nerds who held her leash. Momentarily. They were still arguing about monkey's paw wishes and specificity. Running ideas back and forth between Andrew and Jonothan while Warren angrily glared at her.

"Okay! OKAY!" Warren shouted and stepping between his two peons he stopped the argument. "Enough."

Brandishing the Lamp at her Warren sneered, "Okay, no funny business Bitch! I wish-"

Warren's wish became a scream as Xander dropped from the ceiling and landed feet first on Warren's shoulders to the sound of snapping bones. As the lamp tumbled from Warren's hand Xander leapt for it and quickly had it snatched up in his hands before quickly putting himself between Anya and Warren's peons. As Andrew and Jonothan turned to run Xander stepped to Warren and taking hold of the infinite wishing ring on his finger he pulled it free from Warren's feebly grasping hand.

"I wish Warren wasnt dying." He pointed to the obviously dying man with the shattered spine. "You can leave him as crippled as you like as punishment for what he did to you and what he would have done to others, Ahn."

"Wish granted." Anya frowned and with a flourish waved her hands. "Crippled from the neck down and in a vegitative state. And he has herpes and syphilis now too." She sniffed, "He would be better off dead."

"He deserves it. I... I did learn a little about vengeance from you after all." Xander rolled his eyes.

Anya smiled and bobbed her head. "As well you should."

Xander just nodded his head, unimpressed "I wish those ladies arent man eaters anymore." He pointed to the women Warren had experimented on.

"Wish granted." Anya made the wish happen with a wave of her hands and let the magic that made thise women hunger for man's flesh fall away, while still leaving them trapped in their cartoonishly obscene lewd forms.

"I wish they at least resembled proper humans, Ahn, not Spitting Image puppets." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Wish granted." Anya flicked her finger and the women no longer looked like caricatures of hookers. Now they just looked like hookers.

"I wish that you and they were all dressed normally and not like 80s porn stars." Xander sighed again.

"Wish granted." Anya was relieved to be back in slacks, a nice blouse and sensible shoes again. While the women who had been affected by Warren quickly scattered and left the building when they were back in their own clothes. "I gave you that last one for free, because I'm a good person and so very generous."

With a groan Xander made a show out of holding out his hand and then slipping the ring of infinite wishes onto his ring fingers.

"Noooo!" Anya whined and stomped her foot.