Buffy's last request?

Buffy stood naked behind a stack of books in the Sunnydale High School library and stared at the blonde cheerleader who claimed to be Catherine Madison, the evil witch who had made her daughter Amy's life a hell on earth simply because Catherine had wanted to recapture her youthful fame as a high school cheerleader. It was obvious from the way the other two Amy Madisons were drawing away from the blonde cheerleader that there was some truth in her claim. Yet Buffy was not sure what to do.

"I don't suppose you'd just go away if I asked you to?" asked Buffy.

"Why should I do that?" asked the woman who called herself Catherine.

"Well, you said I had a last request," said Buffy.

"I didn't mean that," said Catherine. "And I'll go away when I'm good and ready -- preferably when you're six feet under."

"Why would you want to kill me?" asked Buffy. "After all, I didn't kill you. Your own spell did."

"I would not have had to cast that spell if you hadn't interfered with my business," said Catherine. "For that, you must pay."

"Oh, please," said Buffy. "If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else. You're just mad because if the truth ever comes out, all the other evil witches in the underworld are going to laugh at you."

"Talk all you want, Slayer," said Catherine. "In the end, your words aren't going to save you. What do you think is going to happen if you keep trying to talk me out of killing you? Some sort of divine intervention?"

Just then a curly-haired brunette in a black dress walked into the library and said, "Excuse me, folks, but I'm looking for my friend Anya Emerson. I don't suppose any of you people have seen her?"

"There's no Anya Emerson here," said Catherine. "Now go away."

"But I was quite sure she'd be here," said the brunette. "We had arrangements to meet out front just thirty minutes ago and she never showed. So I figured she'd be here."

"Well, she's not, so go away," said Catherine.

"But I know she's around here someplace," said the brunette. "I can feel it. In fact --"

And then the brunette saw the rabbit lying on the library checkout counter.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" the brunette cried with a voice that sounded like that of an irate demon. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!"

"What did we do to whom?" asked Catherine. "I don't understand the question."

The brunette pointed to the rabbit. "This is Anya! You remember? The Anya who supposedly isn't here?"

"Anya is your pet rabbit?" asked Willow.

"No, she is not my pet rabbit," said the brunette. "In fact, Anya hates rabbits. So who here had the gall to turn her into what she is now?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Catherine.

"Oh, please," said the brunette. "I sensed the blackness in your aura from halfway across the room. You're obviously the most powerful magic-user in this room; therefore, it must be you who turned my friend into a rabbit."

"If I were you, I'd think twice about that accusation of yours," said Catherine. "If I'm powerful enough to do that, you'd have to be pretty stupid to antagonize me the way you're doing. Just who are you, anyway?"

"Halfrek, Justice Demon Local # 666," said the brunette. "One offense against a justice demon is an offense against all justice demons so you just made yourself a powerful enemy."

Then Halfrek turned toward present Amy. "Go ahead, dear. Make a wish. I usually specialize in punishing abusive parents but in this case, I'll make an exception."