Author: Kristian
E-Mail: eriks_girl2005@yahoo.com
Category: AU
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: Buffy Summers and Angel O'Reilly are the two most popular
kids at Sunnydale High and they hate each other with a passion.
Buffy is dating Spike who is out of high school and Angel is dating
Cordelia. What happens when Buffy's relationship with Spike takes a
violent turn and only Angel is there to pick up the pieces? Will
these two put aside their differences and fall in love? Find out...
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss and ME
Distribution: You want it? Take it... just tell me where
Feedback: I'm such a slut for it...
AN: I felt like I was plugging a movie in the summary... hehe...
just a random thought... enjoy!
AN2: Thank you to Lynn and Akay who helped write the smut scenes
later on! I love you guys!
Sixteen year old Buffy Summers was jamming to Lynyrd
Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" one morning as she got ready for
another fun filled day of high school hell. Granted she was one of
the most popular girl's on campus, but that didn't mean that she
didn't have her own problems. Certain expectations were wearing thin
on her lately, and a certain man or men really, were really wearing
her down.
It was common high school knowledge that the head
cheerleader (i.e. Buffy) and the quarter back of the football team
(i.e. Angel "the player" O'Reilly) were supposed to date. The mere
thought made Buffy want to throw up last night's pasta dinner. She
got shivers as the suggestion of her Angel left her mind.
She couldn't lie and say that the guy was a dog, in fact, he
was a total hottie. He didn't have the rep of being "the player" for
nothing. The man was so obnoxious though. He was always rude to her
and being an asshole. When he wasn't being arrogant, he was trying
to make some disgusting pass at her. It was a mutual hatred, he hit
on her just to piss her off most days. Other days made her wonder.
Buffy shook off the thoughts of Angel, who also happened to
be her next door neighbor and Buffy's best friend Faith's twin
brother. She checked herself in the mirror, smoothing out her skirt
and gently running her hands over her short blonde locks. It was
another sunny day in Sunnydale, California. The outfit she'd chosen
to wear to school that day was absolutely her favorite. She wore a
pink lacey tank top with a blue jean skirt and her blue jean
sandals.
Feeling satisfied with her appearance, Buffy skipped down
stairs and into her kitchen where she grabbed her back-pack and the
money on the table that her mother had left for her to take for
lunch. Buffy saw that her younger sister Dawn hadn't left yet.
Rolling her eyes she walked out the door and saw Faith standing on
the end of her driveway waiting for her.
"Hey Faith," Buffy greeted happily to her best friend.
"Hey B! You wanna walk today?" Faith asked after she greeted
her long time friend and neighbor. It was such a gorgeous day
outside and Faith had wanted to walk to school. It wasn't a long
walk, about ten minutes.
"Yeah, why ride in this baby when you can walk?" the voice
of the devil filled the air and Buffy tried to not let him get to
her; especially this early in the day.
Ignoring him, Buffy turned to Faith and said, "Let's walk,
you know that stench is really starting to permeate the air." She
waved her tiny hands in front of her cute button nose to indicate
she smelled something foul.
Smiling satanically, he replied, "Awww, Buff, I'm touched. I
didn't know it made you wet just to hear my voice."
Giving up she finally turned to him seeing him for the first
time that morning. He looked damn sexy as usual. He wore a pair of
Banana Republic shorts and a polo top. His dark, brown hair was
usual with it's gelled spikes and he had on his sunglasses.
"Don't you have an elsewhere to be? Like with your skank of
a girlfriend?" Buffy taunted him.
Faith had to chuckle at Buffy's comments about Angel's
choice in women. She really didn't like Cordelia Chase. Cordy was a
rich, snobby, bitch who had managed to weasel herself into Angel's
life. The only reason Faith figured they were even dating to begin
with was the fact that they had to have great sex together. It
certainly wouldn't have surprised her if that was the case.
"And where's your boyfriend this morning Ms. Smart-Ass. In
jail for drugs or is off screwing this shit out of his ex Dru?" He
taunted back at her equally. He realized he probably stepped on some
sensitive spots and he shouldn't have, but alas, the damage was
already done. He certainly wasn't about to apologize to her.
Buffy tried not to let his words effect her so much, but the
sad truth was that Spike probably was off in jail for drugs, getting
drugs, or screwing Drusilla. Spike wasn't getting any from Buffy
that was for sure.
Buffy turned and walked away from both Angel and Faith.
Faith smacked her brother on the upper arm and loudly
whispered, "Fucker, you know better than that."
"Ooo, like I care if I hurt her feelings. I'm just pointing
out true facts. Spike is an abuser of drugs, it's not my fault that
she got mixed up with him." He stated his thoughts and views on
their whole relationship.
Faith didn't say anything else to him. She turned away and
went to catch up to Buffy who had already made it down to the end of
Revello Drive.
Angel sighed, and got in his car. He put on his best, `I
know I'm sexy and I know you want to fuck me' smile and started
his '97 Ford 4 Runner and muttered to himself before the radio
blasted, "Chicks."
At school, but the time lunch hour came around, Buffy had
long forgotten her confrontation with Angel that morning. She was
patiently waiting at the front doors of the school. Every day she'd
wait by the doors in case Spiked decided to show up. He'd often
surprise her at lunch time and he didn't want to spend the time
looking for her, when he could be with her.
"Waiting for someone Buff?" Angel snidely asked her as he
approached her slowly with his lunch tray still in his hands.
"Uh-huh." She answered almost robotically. She didn't even
notice that it was Angel she was talking to and who was talking to
her.
Noticing her offhandedness, he asked her, "Ever the faithful
dog, huh?"
Buffy noticed the voice this time and turned to face him.
Her face was clearly masked in total fear and hatred. Fear for if
Spike showed up and hatred for Angel himself. For a few moments she
turned her back away from the door.
"Look Angel, I know you get some sort of sick pleasure from
torturing me, but could you give it a rest? I really am waiting for
Spike and he will flip if he sees me talking to you. Please, can you
just get your kicks from someone else today?" she practically begged
him.
He had never seen this side of her before. The Buffy Summers
he knew didn't beg, she demanded. The Buffy Summers he knew wasn't a
coward, she was a head-strong and brave woman.
Angel was actually about to utter words he'd never thought
to ask her, when he briefly glanced up and outside the doors was a
motorcycle parked in the front. The man sitting on top of it, took
off his helmet to reveal his platinum blonde hair and icy blue eyes
that were glaring at Angel at the moment.
"Buffy," he started to say when he lowered his gaze to the
floor to break the intense stare between he and Spike.
Buffy knew that Spike was out there. She was just that damn
un-lucky today. She turned around to see her boyfriend throwing
daggers at Angel and knew that she was done for. He crooked his
index finger indicating for her to come to him. She took a deep
breath and prepared herself for the confrontation.
She exited the building and Angel didn't stop her. She
approached Spike, very cautiously and carefully, making herself
aware of his attire and his demeanor. He certainly looked upset,
though, these days any split second could make him angry.
When she reached him, he grabbed her by the upper arm and
dragged her out of sight to the side of the building. The way he was
gripping her arm, she could tell that she was going to have to make
a trip to the bathroom before fourth hour.
"Who is that Buffy? You're new boyfriend, hmmm? You been
giving him what you haven't been giving me?" he angrily demanded out
of her.
"It was Angel, Spike. He's my next door neighbor and I hate
the guy with a blinding pass-"
The last word was cut off by him smacking her across the
cheek. Pushing her roughly against the brick wall, he coldly
stated, "Don't lie to me Buff. You know I can't stand it when you
lie."
Buffy wisely kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to worsen
her already bruised cheek than it already was. Anything she'd say
about Angel right now would get her more of his wrath and she didn't
want that. She wouldn't cry; even though the pain was so intense in
her face, it feel like it was about to explode. She closed her eyes
and patiently waited for Spike to make his next move. She hadn't
dared to even look at him and sometimes that was a good thing and
sometimes he'd yank her around until she did look at him.
He ran his hands on her face and was careful on her right
cheek where's he'd hit her a few moments before. Already it was
bruising and he could see his hand print along with the marks from
his two rings. Rubbing his thumb gently over the reddened area, he
whispered, "I'm sorry baby."
She took that as her cue and looked at him. She placed her
hands on his arms that were still placed gently along her jaw line.
She wanted to say something, but what could she say? She was saved
by the bell ringing.
Moving out of his grasp, she went to go back inside when he
grabbed her again and kissed her roughly. He tried to mask the pain
she was feeling by taking her mind off of it. The only problem was,
Buffy could smell Drusilla on him. The thought made her gag but
still she said nothing. She didn't have time for another rousing
game of the Spike and Buffy show, so she let it go.
Buffy left Spike and walked back into the school. She walked
by several people before she made a mad dash into the bathroom. She
could just tell the teacher that she was having feminine problems
and that there was a line. She'd be okay. She thought no one had
seen her, well no one from her group of friends. The only person who
saw her was Angel.
Watching her run into the bathroom, Angel followed her. She
didn't look good. As much as he hated her, he felt like he couldn't
ignore her this time.
As Buffy exited the bathroom, the very last person she
expected to see was waiting outside, leaning up against the wall.
She didn't know why today was just not her day, but she couldn't
really do a lot with it than deal with what she was given.
"What are you doing here?" she snipped at him obviously
annoyed and tense. Her whole body was practically shaking from
her "lunch" with Spike. Her hand consciously made its way to her
hair to make sure that she had properly covered up her bruise.
"Cordy's not in the bathroom." She informed him thinking
that was why he was waiting outside. She walked away letting the
awkwardness linger in the air.
It took Angel a few seconds to register what happened and
then he took off down the hall calling her name, trying to get her
to stop. Too many people in the way and talking loudly caused Buffy
to not hear him.
Angel still continued after her though, he would not give
up. He cut her off by going through a classroom and made it to the
other hallway before she did. He looked down and saw her making her
way forward toward him.
He hadn't noticed when she came out of the bathroom that she
had changed and put on a long sleeve shirt. That fact caused his
eyebrows to raise. That was something that Buffy would never be
caught dead doing. Yet, here she was, doing it. She was always so
chic and fashionable; it was weird to see her with a skirt and a
long sleeved shirt on. He figured that Spike must have spilled
something on her tank top and that was why she changed. Why she was
forced to change it, was more like it.
He saw that she turned into her next class before she
reached him and he couldn't go after her. He shrugged off his
worries and- his worries? Angel O'Reilly had been worried about
Buffy Summers? That was NOT acceptable. Something was definitely
wrong with this picture. He shook it off and went to class.
The day dragged on like an episode of The Twilight Zone or
worse, Walker Texas Ranger *thanks Lynn and Akay*. Angel could have
sworn that the clock was going backwards at least two times when he
glanced at the clock.
Finally, the bell rang and Angel got up to leave the
classroom when Buffy entered the room for her next class. She passed
by him not saying anything to him as usual and usually he would make
some snide comment at her, but today he just said, "Hey Buffy."
She whipped her head at him and looked at him strangely.
That wasn't like Angel. She eyed him carefully, making sure he
hadn't been abducted by aliens and was possessed. Angel O'Reilly
would rather be caught dead hanging out with the losers than
say `hey' to Buffy.
"If you have something to say to me Angel, just say it and
let me be." She gritted out angrily. She really didn't want or need
or have time for another round of the Buffy vs. Angel show right
now.
"I-" he couldn't come with anything to say to her. In the
total time he'd known her, he had never once, not been able to say
something back at her. It just wasn't sitting well with him so he
finally just muttered, "That time of the month Buff?"
At least this was familiar territory with Angel. He'd be an
ass and she'd just shrug it off or say something back at him. She
set her books down on the desk and turned to him. She was about to
say something to him when he skipped off and met his wench out in
the hallway.
Angel went about his day in his usual cocky self and wore
Cordelia around his arm like she was some damn prize that he had
won. Cordelia, the bitch, was totally into him and was a little lap
dog for him. Anything Angel wanted, Angel got from Cordelia. She
sighed and thought that at least to her, that was a relatively
normal relationship. What was sad, was that even as fucked up a
relationship as Angel and Cordy still seemed normal to her abusive
relationship with Spike.
As that thought entered her mind, the bell rang and class
started. All of Buffy's fucked up life problems became lost to her
for the class hour. It was one reason why she loved going to school
so much; she could get away from her problems. Well, for most of the
day anyway.
As the crowd of students were flocking to the parking lot to
leave the hellhole that was Sunnydale High, Buffy was walking around
the air conditioned lobby, dawdling with Faith and her other best
friend Willow Rosenburg. Willow was the brains of the group. She
already had colleges hounding her and she wasn't even a senior yet!
At 2:45 the girls had to leave. Faith had soccer practice to
go to (I know Faith wouldn't play soccer, but I needed an activity
where she wouldn't get into trouble and would be out most of the
time) and Willow had tutoring to get going to.
"I'll see ya later guys." Buffy called after her two best
friends as she was left all alone. She turned back to the doors and
didn't see Spike waiting outside for her. Just to make sure that she
hadn't missed him, she walked outside and looked in the parking lot
and didn't see him there either. He was late. Again. She wasn't sure
what she should do. She didn't have a cell phone to call him due to
her father (Giles) taking it away from her for going over her
minutes this last month and she didn't have pockets to carry any
loose change for a pay phone. She didn't know where he was and had
no way of finding out.
Buffy vaguely thought about walking home but decided against
it. She'd wait a few more minutes for him and if he still hadn't
shown, she'd walked home then. As she was waiting she decided to
finish her Spanish vocab she had for homework. She grabbed her bag
and found her book. Opening it with dread she found the page where
she'd already started writing.
She jumped when she heard a car horn beep at her. She looked
up, hoping to see Spike was there. Much to her luck, it wasn't
Spike, but Angel. He rolled down his window and turned down his
radio which was blasting "Broken" by Seether featuring Amy Lee from
Evanescence.
"Prince Charming not here Buff?" the ever present mock and
arrogance clearly filled her ears and her body with dread. Did this
guy EVER take a hint? God he was so dense some days. It was a wonder
how he was ever one of the smartest students in the school.
"Angel? Don't you fucking get it? Today is not a day you
want to piss me off. Just leave!" she shouted at him her sanity
teetering on the edge. She never swore either, she just didn't like
to, but there was something about him that always brought it out in
her.
Taking a sigh he gently asked, "You need a ride Buffy?"
Had he just asked her something nicely? She thought that if
he wasn't insane before, he most definitely had to be now. Had he
really just been "nice" to her? Twice? In the same day?
She eyed him carefully as he shut off his truck and got out.
He continued to walk to her with his sexy strut and fucking gorgeous
broad shoulders. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Why did he have
to be such an asshole? There were a million different `why'
questions she could ask herself right now, but she focused back in
on Angel walking to her.
He grabbed her back pack and offered his free hand for her
to take. Wisely she didn't accept it. Angel wasn't surprised. He
gave her no reason to trust him, so why should she? Why would she
ever think she could? They hated each other. Why in the world did he
even offer her a ride?
The offer had already been made and he was a total jack ass,
but he knew that really did need a ride.
"Come on Buffy. I know you don't have a way home. Come with
me." He offered her.
"And just how do you know that I don't have a ride Mr. Know
it All?" she taunted him. She didn't want him to know that he was
right and that she was rideless. She hated letting people see her
weaker side. There was only one person who had seen her weak and it
wasn't a good person to have let that side of her show to.
He cocked his head back to his truck and half smiled at her.
He really looked at her and saw someone that he had never really
looked at before. The woman sitting in front of him wasn't the one
that he'd known all his life. It was hard to comprehend that Buffy
was any different than what he knew of her. Basically it had always
been what everyone saw was what the truth was. From what he was
seeing of Buffy today, there was definitely a whole other side of
her that no one ever saw. He vaguely wondered why that was.
She stood up and was looking for any signs of deceit from
him or any hidden tricks up his sleeves. She was really going
against her better judgment but alas, she found herself accepting
his warm hand in her tiny one and as shocked as she was, she enjoyed
the feel of his touch. He was gentle and his hands weren't rough.
She still eyed him as he walked her to the passenger side of the
door and opened the door for her.
As she sat in his neat and explicably clean truck she
couldn't say that she was surprised. Faith would always tell her
horror stories of how much of a neat freak Angel was. She would
always go over to their house when she was younger and Angel would
always make them clean up their toys and put them back exactly the
way they found them.
She chuckled at the thought and then he watched as he
entered his truck and sat down next to her. The quick five minute
ride back to their house was quiet. Though it was only five minutes,
it was an awkward five minutes. Neither spoke or even looked at the
other for fear that this was an actual event passing. Both wanted to
believe that it was a dream.
When they got to Revello Drive Angel didn't even pull up in
her driveway. He just pulled up in his and then got out of the
truck. He went to the side of the truck and opened the door for her.
Instead of going into his house and fending for himself he walked
her to her door and didn't really say anything. Neither knew what to
say. Finally Buffy just looked at him and thanked him for the ride
home and then went inside. Angel walked back over to his house and
drudged his way upstairs and into his room where he slammed his door
shut.
His worst nightmare had just come true. He had just been a
somewhat decent human being, even a little bit gentlemanly to Buffy!
His life was over. He'd dedicated his life to hating the girl next
door when he was twelve years old. It was his life's mission to hate
her, and he'd just lost his mission.
Down at the school…
Spike came speeding down the street on his motorcycle trying to get
to Buffy as quickly as he could. He came up to the edge of the
street and didn't see her anywhere. She knew to wait right out here
for him after school. He looked inside the windows to the doors and
didn't see her waiting inside either. Getting fed up he figured she
must have walked home. She walked home when she KNEW that wasn't
allowed.
"Bitch." He muttered under his breath and hopped back on his bike
and sped off to Buffy's house. He was going to have to teach her
another lesson. He'd teacher her as many lessons as he'd have to. He
was wearing thin and he wanted to fuck her. He decided that tonight
would be the perfect night.
Buffy had just sat down at the kitchen table to finish her homework
when her pencil lead broke. Making a whining sound she trudged up
her stairs to her room and grabbed one of her mechanical pencils
from by her diary. After she grabbed one, she turned around and
walked back down the hallway to the stairs. She had only gone a few
steps when she saw Spike at the door.
She turned as white as a ghost and ran back up the few steps as he
ripped open the door and tore up the stairs taking three at a time
to get to her faster. He reached her room and saw that she didn't
appear to be in the room. The window wasn't open and her bed frame
was too close to the ground to even fit a mouse underneath it. That
only left one other place in her room where she could be.
Turning to the side he saw the door and an evil gleam entered his
icy blue eyes and his lips curled into an evil smirk. She thought
she could run and hide? She was oh so very wrong and very naïve.
Ripping open the closet door in one quick smooth motion he saw her
cowering like a little puppy that had done something wrong. Gripping
her hair he yanked her out of the closet and to her feet to make her
stand before him.
"Where in the fuck were you? You know you're supposed to wait for
me!" he shouted at her right in her ear.
"I did wait for you. You were late. Again." She tried to explain.
Why did she just do that? Now she was sure she was gonna get it
worse than if she had just stayed quiet.
"You will wait for me until I get there! If I'm late, you WILL wait!
Is that understood?" he demanded of her, still barking in her ear.
She could smell the alcohol on his breath. He'd been drinking again.
She couldn't say she was surprised.
Nodding her head she whispered incessantly, "Yes."
Tightening his grip on her short blonde locks, he demanded
again, "Yes, what Buffy?"
The pain was making it hard to concentrate on what she was supposed
to be answering but she managed somehow to whisper again, "Yes, I
understand Spike."
Letting his grip on her hair go, she breathed a sigh of relief but
stayed close to the wall. His moods were unpredictable and she just
decided to stay put. He held out his hand for her to take, just like
Angel had done earlier that afternoon. Forcing herself back to
reality she accepted his hand and led her back over to the bed.
She sat down on her bed, still holding onto him and watched as he
sat down next to her and took her tiny frame next to his bigger one
and held her in his arms. Through the jacket pocket on the inside of
his long black leather coat, she saw a small baggie and could only
guess what the contents were. Again, she wasn't surprised. Though
she never did any drugs with Spike, she had to admit that she was
curious. But for as many times as before he'd turned violent on her
and he had held her, she felt so strange. He was acting like nothing
had just happened. What was he up to?
Turning to her, Spike caught her eyes in his strong, magnetic gaze.
Squeezing her hand tightly in his, Spike put his free hand on her
cheek and ran it back and forth trying to sooth her. Pulling her
face to him he kissed her lips pushing his tongue into her mouth. He
shifted his body to face her to get a better angle.
Buffy struggled trying to pull herself away from him. Pulling her
hand away from him she pushed on his chest to get him to back off as
she slid from the bed. Standing up, Spike gripped back on to her
hair and asked her, "Where do you think you're going?" as he pushed
her back on to the bed.
He saw her on the bed, looking so helpless and scared. It just made
him even harder thinking about what he was going to do to her. A
small smirk crept up on his lips as he mockingly asked her, "Buffy,
love what's wrong?"
A small tiny scream came from her throat. She closed her eyes, as
tears from Spike's painful grip ran down her face. Spoke just
laughed slightly at her. Letting her go he stood up on his knees so
he could tower over her. Buffy slowly opened her glossy eyes but
then quickly shut them as she saw Spike's triumphant grin on his
smug face.
Lowering himself closer to her, he moved his hand under her
shirt and caressed her soft breast. His lips found their way to her
neck and reached over to her desk next to her bed. Turning on the
radio he cranked the volume up. His attention quickly back to the
quivering girl underneath him. Unbuttoning his pants, Spike's free
hand quickly ripped off Buffy's shirt and felt her soft nipples turn
hard as he pinched them tightly.
Pushing his blue jeans down and off of his legs, he crawled
back down to her and between her now naked legs. Buffy's hands flew
up pushing him away as always and she screamed as loud as she could.
Laughing loudly at the girl, he taunted her, "Love, scream
all you like. No one will hear you. Getting a grip on her hands, he
pushed her legs to open wide for him with his hips.
Closing her eyes the only thing she had left was to scream.
She'd scream just to annoy him. Maybe that would work.
Her plan working like a charm, Spike was getting fed up with
hearing her scream so since she was still lying on the bed, he
straddled her chest. Buffy could smell him in her face. Forcing her
mouth and jaw open, Spike forced his hard cock into her unwilling
mouth.
Gagging, Buffy thought she was going to throw up with him in
her mouth. Pushing his hip against her face Spike kept his hand on
her jaw. He didn't want those teeth of hers to get bite happy on
him. Thrusting a few more times in her mouth, he pulled out only to
thrust two fingers into her dry cunt.
Screaming loudly in pain, Spike had to cover her mouth with
one of his hands. She tried to sit up but he weight was too much for
her to move and he was still on her chest. Turning his head, he
watched as his two fingers pump in and out of her. Pulling his still
hard cock back up to her mouth and inserting it again, Buffy bit
down on it so quickly before Spike had a chance to stop her.
The pain turning so blinding, Spike fell to his side and off
the back side of the bed. Buffy stood up and wrapped her bed sheet
around her bare bottom half of her body. Spike laid between her door
and her. Her window wasn't an option, so she had no way to escape.
Getting an idea she quickly picked up the phone as someone burst
open her door and made their way into her room.
Ten minutes prior…
Angel walked into his cool, air conditioned house after
dropping Buffy off and thought about what he had to do today.
Sighing, he knew what he had to do. He had that damn English paper
to write. Growling slightly he made his way up the stair case and to
his bedroom.
He was just glad that Faith wouldn't be around this
afternoon to taunt him or give him a hard time on anything. He
really needed to concentrate when he wrote this paper and couldn't
afford to have any distractions.
Plopping down on his bed, he was trying so desperately to
forget his random acts of kindness to Buffy today. Quickly
dismissing the thoughts he tried to focus on what the contents of
his paper should be. Taking a sigh and then getting up to go sit at
his desk, he closed his window.
Turning back to his desk he sat down in his chair and got
out his back pack. He pulled out his notebook with all his
information and started to form his thoughts. As soon as his pencil
hit the paper a loud booming noise came from next door through his
window.
Not believing that Buffy had cranked up her music about
twenty decibels he muttered under his breath as he tore open his
door and stomped down the stairs, "Ungrateful bitch."
Making his way outside after slamming his front door shut he
angrily walked up to the Summers' porch and saw that the door was
slightly opened. Walking in he closed the door and made his way
upstairs. Following the sound of the music he came to the last door
on the left and burst through it.
Seeing Spike lying on the floor doubled over in pain and
Buffy with just a sheet over her with a phone in her hand it didn't
look like a good scene to have walked in on. Buffy looked as white
as a ghost when she saw that the intruder in her room was none other
than the last person she wanted to see her like this.
"Angel," she said his name like it was a prayer to the gods.
Looking confused, this wasn't what he was expecting to find.
He made his way over to the radio player and turned it off so that
he could hear.
Spike finally got up and looked at the man in front of him
and turned to Buffy. He glared at her and demanded, "So is this him?
Is this the guy that you've been fucking?"
Angel looked at him and just ignored him. He turned his
attention to Buffy and asked her, "Are you okay?"
Spike getting royally pissed off at this random guy in
Buffy's bedroom and Buffy not kicking him out, he turned to Angel
and went to grab his shirt. Buffy seeing this from behind Angel, got
up and pushed Spike out of Angel's way. Not caring that her sheet
had fallen away and all she was in was a bra and her panties, she
got up in Spike's face and punched him hard in the nose.
"You fucking bastard! Get out of my house and get out of my
life! I've had enough of your shit and I can't take it anymore!"
Buffy screamed.
She was about to hit him again when he slapped her across
her cheek to calm her down.
Angel saw the slap and saw Spike's hand to slap her again
but got in his way and stopped his hand.
"Don't you fucking touch her again!" Angel shouted at Spike
in his very low almost growling voice. The glare in his eyes was so
deathly, the devil himself would have run and hide with the thoughts
that Angel was having at the moment.
Buffy looking down at her body and seeing her almost
nakedness, quickly picked up the sheet and walked over to where
Angel had Spike in a death grip. She sternly said, "Go Spike. Don't
come back."
Spike looked like he was going to pop. Who did she think she
was now? Telling him to leave? Oh the bitch was going to pay for
doing this to him. She would pay indefinitely.
Spike didn't say anything and Angel let him go. Spike backed
out the doorway and Buffy waited until she heard the door shut
downstairs to even breathe. There was always that possibility that
he could come back. When she heard his motorcycle start and then
drive away, she looked over at Angel and let the reality of what
just happened fall around her.
She fell on her bed and just sobbed her heart out. She had
never been so bold in her life. She laid there, sobbing, with Angel
in her room and could only think that it was because he was there
that she ever would dream of standing up to Spike. She came to the
conclusion that it wasn't just because it was specifically him, but
the symbol of other people in her life finding out about the truth
to her relationship that caused her to act out.
When had her life become so fucking twisted? She thought as
she felt Angel's hand on he shoulder. She turned up, startled and
looked at him. His soft brown eyes told her that she was okay now.
Doing the unthinkable, she leaped into his arms and held onto him
for dear life.
Buffy just couldn't seem to let Angel go. She held onto him
and had never felt more safe in her life. She hadn't even felt this
safe with her father when he used to hold her when she'd get scared
of thunderstorms when she was a little girl. She never thought that
he would ever make her feel this way. She hated him. He hated her.
It was simple really. She remembered when it all started, back when
they were twelve and it was time for the Holiday dance.
They were both in the sixth grade and it was the first dance
that they would go to where the girls got to wear dresses and the
guys had to dress up. Buffy had just moved to Sunnydale the previous
year and had quickly made friends with Willow Rosenburg and Faith
O'Reilly. Then, Angel hadn't been the cocky bastard that he was now.
He didn't know what a cocky bastard was.
Angel and Faith and Willow had all lived in Sunnydale since
they were born and Angel was always with his friends Charles Gunn,
Lindsey Summers (Buffy's older brother), and Daniel "Oz" Osbourne.
Lindsey asked Faith to go to the dance with him, and Oz had
asked Willow to go with him as well. Charles or just "Gunn" as he
was called had asked a cute Texan girl named Fred to the dance.
Angel had thought Buffy was really pretty and nice when she'd moved
to their town and had wanted to ask her to the dance as well.
When Angel walked up to Buffy one day during lunch, he
wasn't surprised to see her giggling with Faith and Willow and
another girl named Anya.
He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around to face
him. She saw him and seeing him usually made her day brighter. He
would always make her laugh and would always be really sweet to her.
She knew that he liked her and she liked him.
"Yes Angel?" she asked as she set down the juice box she had
been drinking out of on her lunch tray.
"I was wondering if you would like to go to the dance with
me?" he asked shyly. He was so nervous about asking her and then
what she would say to him.
It was like a light bulb went out in her face. She really
didn't know how to tell him, so she just came out and said, "Angel,
I'm sorry, but I've already agreed to go the dance with Riley."
Riley Finn had always been the kid that was the next to
best. Angel was always the best at whatever it was that he set his
mind to. Whether it be sports or academics or whatever, Angel had
always seemed to be the glory boy and Riley was always second.
How could Buffy be going to the dance with him?
"I'm really sorry Angel, but he asked me yesterday after
school. I was waiting for you to ask me, but when you didn't, I said
yes to Riley." She tried to explain to him.
Taking it defensively like it was all his fault, he snapped
at her, "So, what are you trying to pin it on me? That because I
didn't work up the courage to ask you until today, you're stuck
going to the dance with that loser? You didn't have to say yes
Buffy."
"I know that Angel." She snipped back at him. She was just
trying to tell him that she liked him and she wished he had asked
her to the dance before and that she really didn't want to go with
Riley.
"Well, then go and have a wonderful time with him. I hope
you're happy Buffy!" he shouted as he stomped out of the lunch room
and didn't look back.
That was six years ago. Now she was crying her eyes out in
his arms and wasn't wanting to let go. He didn't know what to do.
Calmly he rubbed her back and held her close.
Leaning down to her ears, he whispered, "It'll be okay
Buffy. He won't hurt you anymore. Everything will be okay. I promise
you."
Hearing words of comfort coming from him made her cry harder
for some reason. Whatever that reason was she didn't know, but it
did.
The next day at school Buffy walked up to the entrance of
Sunnydale High and saw Angel standing outside of the doors waiting.
This time, she knew it was for her and not for Cordelia.
She approached him and didn't know what to say to him.
Should she thank him, give him a hug, ignore him? She didn't know!
Walking up to him, she did what her intuition told her to do.
He didn't say anything as Buffy walked up to him. She
figured he must have been thinking similar thoughts as she was. He
too didn't know what he supposed to do. His body was nervous as she
got right up close to him.
Standing up on her toes, she reached his cheek and lightly
kissed him. She whispered "Thank you." in his ear and promptly went
to class.
"Okay," Angel thought as he looked confused. "What the fuck
was that?" he pondered as he just let it be and went to class and
had a little smile on his face.
When the time came for lunch that day at 11:45, Buffy
didn't go wait for Spike out by the doors. She couldn't not know if
he was out there. So, letting curiosity get the better of her, she
looked to see if he was here. The anticipation burning in the pit of
her stomach made her stomach feel queasy.
She peeked her head to see if he was there and sure enough
there he was waiting for her. He looked clean shaven and not wearing
his trademark leather jacket. He was wearing a nice silk blue shirt
with black dress pants. He had obviously remembered her favorite
flowers because he was holding a bouquet of pink roses in his hands.
Still, despite that he looked like he'd shaped up, she knew
that he hadn't. No matter how many times he said that he would
change, he hadn't. She didn't love him anymore. Not after what he
tried to do to her last night. That was the final straw. Well, that
had been the final straw with her, but he obviously still wanted her
back and she knew what he was like when she wouldn't come to him.
Turning around, she saw Angel sitting at a table with his
hand on Cordelia's thigh. She needed Angel to go out and tell Spike
to fuck off. Or at least be with her if she felt she could. He was
the only one who knew about their abusive relationship and he could
kick Spike's ass.
Rapidly making her way to the table Buffy called out his
name. He looked over at her and wasn't sure what to say or how to
act again. On the one hand, all of his friends and Cordy were here
so he should maintain his image and be a bastard. On the other hand,
he couldn't be a bastard to Buffy, not after what happened last
night.
"Angel, there's a man outside who is wanting to see you
about something." Buffy informed him as she reached his side.
Confused as hell, he raised his eyebrows and looked at
her, "What's he look like?"
Not wanting to say it was Spike, she tried to think of a way
to tell him without actually telling him. "Umm, he was wearing a dog
collar-" She was cut off by Cordy.
"Angel doesn't know anybody that wears dog-collars. Only
losers like you wear dog-collars. I mean, I don't know why you're so
popular, I mean, you are such a reject."
Buffy had already been pushed once today by one of her
teachers and she wasn't in the mood to deal with Cordelia Chase at
the moment. Still, she couldn't stop herself, it was like she had no
control over her words at all.
"I don't know why you're so popular Cordy. I mean, all you
are is a plastic blown up Barbie doll. And a cheap brunette one at
that. The only reason you're with Angel right now because you must
be a great fuck because surely you are one of the dumbest people in
this school and I don't even know why I am wasting my time talking
to you." She retorted back to her and looked at a smirking Angel.
"He was wearing a dog-collar?" Angel asked, barely able to
keep the smile from his face.
"Yeah, one with *spikes* in it." She emphasized "spikes" to
get her point across that he was out there.
He caught on and his eyes widened. Getting up, he left Cordy
to her lonesome and walked to the doors. Buffy followed him, leaving
a shocked Cordy behind. Her mouth had practically dropped to the
floor when he left with Buffy. Had he really just left with Buffy
Summers? Or were her eyes deceiving her?
Once they reached the doors, Angel walked out in the bright
shining sun and saw Spike sitting on the bench waiting for Buffy to
come out.
"What the fuck are you doing here Spike?" Angel immediately
bit out at the angry man who was not in fact wearing a dog collar.
Spike got up off the bench and came face to face with Angel
and saw that he really was as big as he remembered. The eighteen
year old was huge and looked like he was twenty.
"I just came here for my girl." He explained like nothing
was wrong or out of the ordinary.
Angel decided to inform him, "Well Spike, she's not your
girl anymore. I don't think she would have screamed for you to get
out of her life if she still wanted you in it."
Spike getting pissed off, `Who does this guy think he is?'
he wondered. Not caring how intimidating this kid was, he got up in
Angel's face and told him, "She was upset, she didn't mean shit. She
still loves me."
Angel had to laugh. This guy was incredible. He was truly
amazed at how brainless Spike could be. He realized that he was a
druggie and obviously an abuser toward women, but, how could the guy
be SO dense?
"Look, I'm not going to tell you again. She doesn't want
anything to do with you anymore so leave her alone." His voice
threatening and completely deadly.
Seeing Buffy out of the corner of his eye, he made his way
toward her, only to be blocked by Angel stepping in his way.
"Buffy," Spike started to coax her. If he could talk to her,
he could convince her to come back to him. It always did.
"Don't Spike. I don't want to see you ever again. I don't
love you anymore. I don't think I ever really did." She said to him,
not letting it get the best of her. She maintained her serious face
and her demeanor.
Buffy left and walked away, letting it be and knowing it was
over. She went back inside and Spike tried to follow her. He
wouldn't, couldn't let it be left with that. Angel, thanking that
the guy did move, punched Spike square in the face and backed away.
"Don't come back. If you do, I'll do worse to you than
that." He threatened him and walked back inside.
Inside the building, he saw Buffy standing against the wall
with her eyes shut. Walking up to her, he asked her quietly, "You
wanna skip fourth and go talk?"
Nodding her head yes, she let herself breathe and couldn't
believe that it was finally over. She didn't have to constantly
worry about Spike anymore. God what a relief it was and such a
wonderful feeling. She felt free. Truly free for the first time in a
year.
Buffy and Angel walked together to her locker down the
hallway and neither saw two people watching them.
Cordelia stood at the end of the cafeteria looking like she
was going to pop and Faith looked down the hallway at her brother
and best friend and could only think, "what the hell?"
Buffy walked into her fourth hour classroom and quickly told
her teacher that she needed to go talk to the guidance counselor
about her classes for the next year.
Her teacher, mindless to the fact that the counselor was
seeing freshman this time of the year, let Buffy go without a fight.
Buffy asked for her homework and made her way to the door. When she
glanced back, she saw that Faith was giving her a funny look.
"Odd," she thought. Shrugging it off, Buffy decided that
she'd talk to her late to see what was going on.
She walked out to the deserted hallway and saw Angel leaning
up against a set of lockers with his backpack over his right
shoulder and his right arm holding it in place. She had gone to see
her teacher while he had gone to see his. They both decided to use
the `guidance counselor' fib because it was the most believable.
Angel had told his teacher that his coach had insisted all the
players start to see her to deal with stress and to help improve
their game.
Both Buffy and Angel walked to the court yard that was in
the middle of the school yard. It was such a beautiful day outside
and they figured why waste it? It would be a shame. Also, it was
more probable to get caught ditching inside the building then it was
outside. So, they opted for outside.
Sitting down on the benches, Buffy didn't know where to
start. Looking down on the ground, she started to fiddle with her
thumbs. She would have had a hard time talking to her friends about
this, and here she was, talking to at least what she used to think
was the devil. Now she wasn't so sure.
He sat down next to her and immediately sensed her
uncomfortable ness. Putting a hand on her shoulder he looked down at
her and told her, "It's okay. Just start at the beginning."
Shaking her head, that was a long time ago. That was almost
six months ago. God, she had only been with Spike for six months and
already it felt like she'd been with him for six years.
Sighing, she looked at him and remembered the first day she
met Spike Williams. It was an unusual day that she would never
forget. The sun wasn't shining in their town called Sunnydale. The
sun was hiding behind thick black clouds that were pouring down rain
buckets.
Buffy, Willow and Faith were all sitting in the Espresso
Pump, drinking mochas and gossiping about the latest Colin Farrell
movie they had just seen.
Buffy had opted to go get some pastry desserts for them as a
snack and was waiting up at the counter when he came up behind her.
He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around to see the
gentlemen standing behind her.
"Yes?" she asked civilly.
"Do you happened to have a quarter on you pretty lady?" he
asked her with his best smile and sad blue eyes.
Buffy was facing the man behind her and took in his
appearance. He had slick peroxide blonde hair, deep blue eyes, a
killer smile and was wearing a long black leather coat with a royal
blue tight shirt and blue jeans.
She smiled at him and couldn't help but think he was
handsome. She put her elbows on the counter and made herself more
relaxed. Blinking a few times, she smiled slightly and put on her
best act.
"Why do you want it?" she asked as she ran her eyes over his
body once again. Through his shirt, she could see that he had a six
pack.
"Well darlin', in all actuality, I don't need the quarter. I
just needed a reason to talk to you so I could see what you looked
like." He blushed as he admitted the truth to her.
"Why would you need a reason?" she batted her eyelashes a
few times and still smiled slightly at him. She whipped her hair
back to behind her ear and licked her incredibly dry lips.
"Well, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Spike." He
introduced himself as he stuck his hand out to greet hers.
"Buffy." She informed him equally taking his hand in hers.
She didn't look, but she could still swear to this day that she
heard Willow and Faith giggling at her and the way she was behaving.
"And that's how we met." Buffy explained to Angel. "Since
then, we've been together. He asked me to dinner later that night,
to which I accepted and here we are." She said as she pushed some of
her blonde hair back behind her ears.
"Okay," Angel started, "Why don't you tell me about the
first time he hit you?" he gently asked her. He didn't want to push
her too hard too fast, but if she didn't want to tell him, he wasn't
forcing her to.
"Well, it was two weeks after we first met…" she started to
tell the tale.
"It was two weeks after we first started dating. We were
meeting at the Bronze one night and it was the night of the Spring
Fling. He was late and walked in on me dancing with another guy,"
She started her tale once again.
"But the only guy you danced all night with was-"
"You?" she cut in. The only reason she was dancing with him
AT ALL was because they were named Spring Fling Prince and Princess
of their class. It was four minutes of pure hell for both of them.
Neither wanted to be touching the other, so they stayed and danced
as far away from the other as possible.
He remained silent and stern. The fact that he could have in
some inadvertent way played a part in this was crashing down on him
in huge waves.
"He walked in and saw us "dancing". Afterward, he pulled me
outside and started throwing all these accusations around that you
and I were secret lovers and said that I was probably just your
whore. When I tried to tell him that I would rather go to hell than
ever date you, no offense,"
"None taken." He didn't miss a beat.
"And he slapped me. I was outraged. I had never been hit
before and I had a friend growing up that her father used to abuse
her mother and I swore to myself that I would never let that happen
to me."
"But you went back!" he shouted trying to prove his point.
That was the one thing that he couldn't comprehend! She was sitting
here telling him that she would never let herself be subjected to
that, and yet, she went back!
"I know I went back!" she shouted back at him getting
irritated and emotional. She just wished that this whole fucking
chapter of her life was over with and she could move on and get on
with her life.
"I don't even remember why, but I did. He promised me he'd
never do it again. Yeah right." She rolled her eyes at that promise.
That really was a laugh. "It wasn't long after that, that I found
out about the drugs. Going through his drawer looking for a shirt
and seeing a bag of pot and a bottle of E really isn't exactly my
idea of fun. He admitted to smoking the pot and to sniffing some
other illegal drugs, but he denied the Ecstasy. He said that it
wasn't for him, but for his friend Dru."
She paused as she took a breath and looked up at him. His
face had softened and his eyes were looking like they'd turn into
mush in a moment's notice.
"I had thought that he meant like a guy, Drew. Boy was I
handed the Stupidity of the Year award with that one." She chastised
herself. Her eyes tore away from his and they rolled up as she
looked to the sky. She felt the pressure rising in her throat and
could feel the tears start to well up.