Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Xander Harris was having an odd day. Not unusual. He'd had an odd night, too. Again, not unusual. When you fight the supernatural weird things happened. But last night he'd had that weird dream about a voice talking to him in the middle of the night... which he would normally just chalk up to a dream if he hadn't had a witch cast a love spell for him not even four hours before he heard the voice. Amy, the witch, had called out to the gods to help his love life. Was the voice he heard one of the gods answering his plea? Although how was this two options thing supposed to help him get Cordelia back.

IF...

If he wanted her back. He sort of did. But at the same time he did want ****. He hadn't been lying to Amy when he said he was doing this to get ****. But if he could get Cordelia back wasn't that worth passing up payback? And yet... the idea that he could make Cordelia suffer before he took her back wasn't an unappealing idea. He was a petty, petty man. So what?

"And how do I know it even works?" Xander asked himself. He hadn't yet come across anyone to ask a question to on his morning walk to school.

So what was he going to do? Find someone to ask about the voice, someone with magic experience like Giles or Amy. Or find some vile person who he could test his new power out on, like Angelus or maybe Principal Snyder?

Xander stifled a laugh, he knew what he would be asking Angelus or Snyder. What kind of Bitch they would rather be: A teenage girl or a female dog?