This wasn't exactly how she imagined this scenario playing out. Maybe a bit of screaming, a round or two of fisticuffs, some hair-pulling if she was lucky, but certainly not this vampire huntress surrendering her target to Anya... Now she felt kind of silly for getting in to a fighting stance, and slowly straightens, watching this woman intently. She wasn't sure if she thought Anya had her beat or if getting in to a brawl wasn't worth it, but she still hung around for a little bit, trading [i pleasantries] with the vampire. She was curious about their relationship, but Anya was mostly interested in those wings of hers that disappeared from sight. What the hell was this woman? And why did she have such a mad-on with this vampire in particular?
At least one of the questions was swiftly answered when it seemed the vampire tried to get a rise out of the huntress. Not exactly the smartest play in the world, you know, considering he was at their mercy, and every second she listened to this was one less she cared about keeping this piece of shit alive. She didn't even flinch when the girl got close to the vampire with her adamas dagger. If he was going to start throwing out seriously personal attacks like that, then he was asking to get sent to Hell... Not that he wasn't going to go there anyways. The huntress's comment a moment ago about killing the vampire once Anya was done with him struck a chord with her. Especially now with waving her best friends life—or unlife—in the huntress's face. She didn't react to the exchange at all, staying still mostly, making eye contact when necessary, but that's about it.
So when the huntress finally left, Anya turns and grabs the vampire by one of his arms, and uses it to twist him on to his stomach, using her free hand to pull out a nearly invisible thin silver cord, tying it around one wrist, and then the other, binding them together. She was originally going to let him go, let him lead her to the people that matter, but not anymore. Not after the exchange she just witnessed. If the huntress needed retribution on this vampire scum, then she would get it. Anya wasn't heartless, nor did she have any illusions about those who needed vengeance exacted upon them. As the Fist of Khonshu, there were aspects of His that bled in to her through their connection. He was god of the Moon, guardian of the travellers at night, and known as the Pathfinder, the Embracer, and Defender... But one of His lesser known aspects was being 'the one who lived on hearts'. And the way the moon was shining, she knew that He wanted this vampires proverbial heart.
He screamed when Anya bound him with the silver cord as it burned through his flesh, and she covers his mouth to muffle it. Once he was done, she lets go, spinning on her heel to face him. [b “So you're long time friends with the huntress, then?”] She asks with all traces of irony.
“Fuck you.” The vampire spits, and Anya rolls her eyes. This was going to be fun to deal with...
[b “Look, I have all night and all day. You only have all night. I'm going to ask you some questions, and you can choose whether or not to answer them.”] He opens his mouth, and Anya shushes him with a finger. [b “But if you don't answer them, I might not untie you and we'll watch the sunrise together. Cool?”] The vampire doesn't answer, so she'd take that as a yes. [b “Cool. What can you tell me about that huntress? A name? Address? Likes, dislikes? Relationship status?”]
The vampire looks confused for a moment, but seems onboard. “Her name is Evelyn, we have her best friend Conor turned and kept in a basement.” Evelyn and Conor, huh? Interesting. She motions for him to carry on, and he struggles uncomfortably with the bindings for a second before speaking again. “She's been hunting us for a while now, and I was told her blood is toxic to us.” Ahhh, there it was. That gave her something to work with then.
Not super important information, but something she'd like to know just in case, but it was unlikely she'd actually ever see the huntress again. [b “Interesting, interesting... Where were you running to?”] He gets quiet at that question, quickly looking away. Obviously he didn't want to give up his hidey-hole and perhaps some of his allies. [b “Oh come on. Last question, I promise, and then I'll untie you, how about that?”] That seemed to get his attention, and after a moment of thinking on it, weighing his options, he cracked.
“Its a property up in Beverly Glen. A manor turned storage facility... That's all I can say.”
[b “Alright, thanks.”] And true to form, Anya unties the silver cord, putting it back in her belt, and loosens the bolas around his legs just enough so he has to untie them himself. As he does, she takes a quick step back and out of her belt, she pulls out a steel ankh, holding it out towards him like someone would a cross in a vampire movie. He unties himself and doesn't notice until the ankh begins to glow silver like the moon.
“You said you were going to let me go!”
[b “I said I was going to untie you.”] And suddenly the alley is consumed with a bright light, as quick as a lightning strike, and when its over, Anya is the only one in the alley, save for empty clothes and some smouldering ash quickly being scattered by the breeze.
The next bit took her the better part of the night. Beverly Glen was a lot of ground to cover—less than Beverly Hills, but still—but by using some divination magic along with bits and pieces of the vampire she picked up, she was able to find the manor he was speaking of. A big thing, secluded, its backside surrounded by thick acres of brush for extra privacy. In the back of the property itself it seemed they were constructing multiple mini warehouses, like their own little evil version of U-Haul. Lots of trucks, and building materials, but at the moment no one was outside, no doubt because it was close to sun up. That was good for her, it meant there would probably be a skeleton crew of mind-controlled human guards to contend with, but they were easy enough to deal with when you were being stealthy. She was about to leave the cover of the brush when—
[b [+silver “My child,”]] A ghostly voice nearly made her jump out of her skin. However, she deflates quickly and turns around to look at the source. In white Egyptian robes with gold filigree and an ornate golden neck collar was a man holding a golden staff, a crescent moon on top. Although he had the body of a man, his head was that of a falcon with glowing blue eyes, with a small glowing silver orb floating over head. Despite the obvious, what else was strange about this was he was translucent. And only Anya could see him.
[b “Khonshu.”] She says and crosses her arms. [b “To what do I owe the pleasure of you bothering me while I work?”] It wasn't often he communicated to her like this, and usually when he did, it wasn't good.
[b [+silver “Insolent as always I see; perhaps it is time I find a new Fist.”]] An empty threat. Despite Khonshu's status as a god, his influence wasn't as vast, and Anya's proved time and time again that she was indispensable, even more so than some of his actual followers. Because of her, he was no longer a forgotten god who's power waned by each passing of the moon; it only increased. But whatever made him feel better about himself, she supposed. Instead of reacting or grovelling like she would years ago, she just stood her ground, waiting for whatever it is he wanted of her. [b [+silver “The Seelie Court gathering together and it would be in your best interest to attend.”]]
[b “The Fae? Why do we suddenly care about those losers?”] Well, why did they care about vampires and succubi? All three groups were equally unimportant when it came to the games literal gods were playing, but to be fair, even then Anya's still found herself in their company one way or another. At least it wasn't the Unseelie she would be dealing with; those guys were even bigger assholes. [b “Nevermind, you're not going to tell me anyways. If the Court is being called, then how do you expect me to get in without an invitation?”]
Without saying a word, Khonshu lifts one of his hands and points to Anya's chest, indicating the crescent moon in the middle of her cuirass. [b “Right.”] As the figurehead of a god, it was often assumed she was automatically invited to such things, sometimes it being a great honour someone of her status making an unscheduled appearance. Or at the very least they wouldn't [i not] let her in lest they wanted to offend a god by denying her entry, which came with the possibility of incurring the wrath of a much more powerful being. There was lots of dumb petty shit and pseudo-politics when it came to the supernatural and immortal beings that made her head spin. Often it was the problems she couldn't solve with her fists that she had the most trouble with, and she was starting to think this whole ordeal might be one of them. [b “Alright, I'll go attend their little group therapy meeting and see what I can find out, but I don't want to get any more involved with the Fae than I have to; they complicate things beyond reason.”]
[b [+silver “Do as you must, my child... Details of the event will follow shortly.”]] With that, he disappears in to the night, leaving Anya alone again. With a hefty sigh, she looks over her shoulder at the suspiciously still manor and then leaves the way she came. She'd be back for it another night as she was sure she wasn't done with the vampires just yet...
By the time she got her duffle bag from the dumpster, found a motel, washed, and got comfortable, sleep was very brief. It didn't help that she would be attending a Seelie event without much preparation, and she knew for a fact she wouldn't be allowed access if she brought any weapons. Still, with that in mind, she elected to go as if this would turn in to a good old-fashioned showdown. Unfortunately it was in the middle of the day, so she couldn't walk the streets in her full enchanted combat get-up. That'd get her all sorts of attention—both mundane and supernatural—that she didn't want or need. Still, it was LA, so she had some wiggle room, and Evelyn got away with [i swords] last night. With that in mind, she dresses herself in a nice black dress that hugs her hips, but allows her legs freedom of movement, and adorns herself with her usual vambraces and greaves—her cuirass and cloak were out of the question, but she'd keep it nearby in a pinch. Around her neck she wears an ornate (and enchanted) Usekh collar with light blue stones and peppered with some jewels, and around her waist a thin golden chain belt that was long enough both ends hung in front of her and stopped just above her knees. It was safe to assume this was also enchanted. As per usual, she kept her hair up in a messy bun, it being very rare she actually let it down. And to tie her little ensemble together, she brings a small purse, just with some change, as well as a few dollar and five dollar bills.
After applying the bare minimum make-up, Anya leaves the motel, taking the car of the vampire she killed last night to the address provided to her. From her understanding it was some kind of church or cathedral downtown, and since she would be dealing with the Fae, this is why she even bothered trying to look remotely classy... However, upon her arrival, she had to check the address again... And then a second and third time.
[b “I think I overdressed.”] Anya says to herself as she looks at the monster of a church down the street. It was a big thing, but it didn't look like it had been a place of worship for some years. Windows were broken and boarded up. The roof had holes in it, the shingles falling off. The paint was peeling and the brick and wood on the exterior was chipping... This looked more like a place her wizard friend would drag her, not the Seelie, but... It was [i LA], she supposed. And most of the time she's actually dealt with the Fae it was in the spirit word... And usually the Unseelie.
Quickly she glances in to the backseat of the car, eyeing her duffle bag, but then quickly decides against getting changed. She'd just suck it up, make nice, and find out what needed finding out. Its not like she had to formally be a part of what was going on, just be present, listen, and learn. Lots of times in these situations that's all she did and has learned some unlikely things and gained some unlikely allies. Like Abe, her wizard ally. She smiles at the thought. Neither of them would let the other live down their night at the Winter Ball in the Unseelie Kingdom. What a mess.
Anya finds a parking spot, feeds the meter, and heads over to the church... If you could really call it that. Every step she took to get closer the more out of place she felt. But also every step closer she got to it, she could feel the thrum of Seelie magic wards. Obviously they didn't want any unexpected guests or people checking in on the place. [i Fucking faeries.]
With a swift knock on the door, Anya waits for it to be answered, and when it does, she holds out her hand, producing a blue water lotus, it humming with the essence of the moon. It didn't have much magical power, but it was more so they knew who she was and she didn't incur any undue debt from the Fae, especially for being granted access without invitation. They can't give away anything for free, and they keep fanatical track of their debt. Anya learned very early that when you dealt with the Fae, you never took anything from them unless you had something of equal value in return, whether it was a glass of water or entrance in to a dingy church.
“What is your purpose here?” She was asked as she was checked for weapons.
[b “I'm here to... adjudicate, I guess. Nothing fancy.”] She tells them and is let in to the church. For the most part, she'd be standing off to the side, and didn't care to interact with the Fae, even if, at least for the moment, all their eyes were on her. Let them look. As long as she didn't do anything crazy, she was untouchable.