The Death of Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins by Andrew Wells

As the final battle against pure evil began, Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins and her hapless assistant Andrew Wells patrolled the halls of Sunnydale High School. When the uber-vamps broke the line of newly called upon Slayers and ascended from the Hellmouth, Anya and Andrew braced themselves for the final showdown.

Andrew shook in a nearby corner as Anya took out two uber-vamps and a Bringer with her long sword. When all seemed quiet, he appeared. From the shadows came a Bringer who Andrew sensed had superior strength. Anya could sense it too. The Bringer and Anya faced off for a duel of epic proportions. As their lightsabers swords clashed in a fury of sparks, Anya whispered to her foe, "If you strike me down, I will come back stronger than you could possibly imagine." The Bringer didn't respond.

Andrew saw multiple opening where he could have stepped in and saved the day. But remained watching.

Anya and the Bringer remained evenly matched until Anya retreated backwards and raised her sword. Before the Bringer could pounce on the opportunity, she became one with the force, causing a blast that expelled the Bringer back to Hell, sacrificing her remaining years to protect mine Andrew's.

It should have been him. Anya should have lived. She should have been happy with Xander or without Xander or making money at the Magic Box or singing or hating bunnies or making sarcastic comments but she isn't. She's dead. And Andrew is alive.

I wrote this after visiting Sunnydale for one last time before beginning my Watcher training.

Dedicated to Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins

A Really Long Time Ago-2003

My Last Post

In the morning, I will be returning to Sunnydale High School to help the Slayers fight the First. Tomorrow I will die. And I'm okay with that. I've done some terrible things over the last few years and this final sacrifice will be my redemption. I'm dying for the right side.

I'm working on a speech to deliver tomorrow before the battle begins. Here's what I have so far:
I just want to say how proud I am to die for this very special cause with you guys. There's some people I'd like to thank, both good and evil. A shout out to my brother Tucker, who gave me the inspiration to summon demons and Warren for pushing me to the limit and encouraging my powers to blossom. I'd like to thank Jonathan for being with me until the end of his life. I'd also like to dedicate this battle to his honor. I'd like to thank Buffy and the Scoobies for taking me in in my time of need. And I just want to say that I love all of you and I'd like a simple gravestone, if it's not to much trouble.

I'd like to thank more people, but I still have a few hours before I present it.
It's been fun, dear readers, but it looks like this is the end.

Casa de Slayer

Summers House 26:00

Everyone is asleep in the Slayer household. They haven't let me outside in days, but at least they aren't tying me up anymore. Most nights I stare at the moon and wonder if anyone else is seeing the same one. Then I think about all the potential werewolves and vampires that are probably out there right now feasting on the blood of the innocent with maniacal laughter. I don't look at the moon anymore.
In other news, the one thing I've really missed since my imprisonment is vegetables. I know this seems a little random, but since being here all I've had is junk food and takeout. I keep adding broccoli, carrots, peas, spinach, and potatoes to the grocery list, but every time food arrives it's pizza or Double Meat Medley, which Willow keeps telling me IS vegetables, but it just tastes like feet.

In other other news, tomorrow I begin production on my documentary for future generations. It's all about the Slayer and her gang preparing the lil slayers for battle against the most terrifyingly terrifying evil ever known. It's definitely Oscar worthy.