Back to the Magic Box.

(Note. Since in this alternate series seven, Tara wasn't killed and Willow didn't go on a magical vengeance spree which included the destruction of the Magic Box, I'm assuming the shop still exists and Anya is still the owner.)

The door to the Magic Box crashed open and a young latina woman was propelled through the doorway. She bounces once before sprawling on the floor. Anya is behind the counter, engaged in her second favourite pastime of counting the money in the cash register. Tara, Dawn and Spike are seated around a table strewn with books. Buffy and Xander emerge from the backroom gym at the sound of the disturbance. Everyone tenses at the girl's entrance, but relax as Willow follows the latina into the room. The girl on the floor starts to rise, lifting her head to reveal her vampire face.

"Oh a vampire." Anya says blandly. "If it's meant as a gift, you really shouldn't have Willow. I'm not saying that to be polite, I seriously mean you shouldn't have, I've got one vampire already and all it does is sit around drinking MY coffee and being sarcastic in a European accent."

"Hey I'm not an it." Spike protested. "I've got a soul now. I'm one of the good guys."

"Good guys would offer to contribute to the coffee fund." Anya said huffily. "At least Tara and Dawn buy stock from the shop, they're valued customers, my lifeblood in commercial enterprise."

"OK, OK." Spike grumbled, standing up and snatching the nearest thing from a shelf. "I'll buy this."

"A freeze dried hamster? Why do you want a freeze dried hamster?" Anya queried. "There's much more expensive items towards the back of the shop, feel free to browse."

"I can see I'm interrupting, I'll just leave." The young latina vamp apologised, but on turning found that Willow was blocking her route to the door. "Or maybe I'll just stay."

"Guys, listen up, we've got problems." Willow announced, giving the vampiress a shove deeper into the room. "An old enemy is back and cooking up trouble for us."

"Now there's a surprise." Anya commented drily. "Why can't anyone ever come in and say guess what, nothing bad is happening and all the evil guys have gone to Aspen for a vacation?"

"You." Willow said, with a hint of menace as she gave the hispanic vamp another shove. "Spill the beans."

"Hey, is that a racial slur?" The vampire protested. "Are you calling me a beaner?"

"Oh my god, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." Willow apologised. "All I meant was tell us everything you know or I'll kill you."

"Oh in that case then." The girl said. "I'll never betray my mistress. No matter what you threaten me with, not a word."

"But, you told me the entire plan just ten minutes ago." Willow pointed out to the rather stupid minion. "In the clothes store remember? When I menaced you with a bottle of Evian mineral water. I could tell them myself, I just thought it would be better coming from you."

"Oh yeah." The vamp girl said, her mental cogs grinding extremely slowly.

The vampiress took a seat and related the events at Glory's lair to the scoobies.