Elizabeth "Buffy" Anne Summers stepped out of the limo, her black stilettos clicking on the pavement. The coolness of the summer air caused goose bumps to form on her exposed skin. She smoothed her silky, barely there black dress over her soft curves and looked towards the line at the door of The Bronze, a local club in Sunnydale.
", are you ready?" the chauffeur asked, handing Buffy her small purse.
"Yes, thank you Jonathon. Can you have the car back here for one?" Buffy asked, taking the clutch from him and smiling.
"Of course, have a good time," Jonathon said as he tipped his hat and got back into the limo.
Buffy watched as the limo drove off before heading towards the door.
"Ah, it's nice to see you again, . How was your trip to New York?" the bouncer asked.
"It was wonderful, but I'm glad to be home. Are my friends here yet?" Buffy asked, happy that someone had taken interest in her trip.
"They're all inside waiting for you, the red head said something about the usual table," the bouncer offered, referring to Buffy's long time friend; Willow Rosenburg.
"Thank you, oh, and could you notify me when my ride arrives?" Buffy asked giving the bouncer a smile that could start a fire.
"Of course, and might I say, you're looking good tonight," he winked before opening the door to the club.
"Oh, thank you," Buffy blushed before quickly entering the club.
As she entered the club the familiar scent of sweat and alcohol attacked her and the music pulsed through her. She was happy to be home in a place that was so familiar.
"Buffy, hey, over here!" her friend Xander yelled, flailing his arms around wildly. As Buffy looked towards her ecstatic friend she saw her entire gang; Willow, her girlfriend Tara, Faith, and Xander's wife, Anya. Buffy had known most of them all her life with the exception of Anya and Tara, but she had accepted those two with open arms.
"Hey guys, miss me?" Buffy asked with a giant smile on her face. She loved her friends as if they were family, and after the death of both her parents, they were her family, along with her younger sister Dawn. Her father; billionaire Hank Summers had died suddenly from a heart attack five years ago, leaving Joyce; Buffy's mother, in charge of the family's wealth and company; Summers Inc, but Joyce was diagnosed with cancer and had passed two years ago, when Buffy had turned 22, leaving the entire Summers business and wealth in her hands. At first Buffy had felt it was unfair, but she soon got over it to keep her family's name going and to honour her parent's wishes.
"Of course Buffy, you've been gone for two weeks, we haven't had a witty remark in too long," Willow laughed.
"Hey!" Faith scoffed, acting as if she was offended. Faith was one of Buffy's closest friends and had been since she was five. Faith was put in foster care when she was four when her mother ran off on a drug binge and her father went to prison. Buffy had met Faith when she came to live in a home in Sunnydale and had instantly taken to each other. In fact, when Faith turned sixteen Buffy's parents had insisted she come live with them so she wouldn't have to move again. At first, Faith had been rebellious; hanging out with the wrong crowd, staying out all night and drinking, and then one day she got caught robbing a convenience store and was sent to juvenile hall for two years. When she got out she was determined to make her own way, so Hank had offered to help Faith get an apartment and what she needed to get on her own feet. Since then Faith got a job working as a bartender at Willie's and was closer to Buffy and Dawn than ever. "Yeah B, we missed you, and the midget, when does she get back?"
"A week before school starts," Buffy replied. Dawn had gone to L.A to spend time with her friends; Cordelia Chase and Harmony Kendall. They had lived in Sunnydale but moved to L.A. when their parents had relocated to a new law firm. Dawn had gone to see them on every holiday and summer.
"Is she seeing the two dipshits again?" Faith asked, laughing.
"They aren't dipshits, granted they are a little dense," Buffy giggled.
"Did you find lots of orgasm buddies in New York?" Anya spat out. Anya had a way of putting things bluntly and it was part of the reason Xander had fallen in love with her when he met her in a clothing store. She was very content with the money she was earning and had a way of making customers feel inadequate, except Xander. She had said she wanted to go on a date with him because she was horny and no one else was asking, her and Xander had been together ever since.
"Ahn, remember that conversation we had about appropriate questions to ask in a public place?" Xander blushed.
"It's healthy for women to have casual sex with lots of men as long as it's not with you, you can only give me orgasms," Anya defended.
"To answer your question; no, the males in New York are so money or power hungry, and I mean, I am the spitting image of wealth and power. Sometimes I wish I wasn't, it's hard to find someone who is in it for me and not the money. At least I have you guys," Buffy sighed.
"Don't worry about it, B, I'll kick anyone's ass who messes with you. Now, let's cut to the chase, what did you bring us?" Faith laughed.
"Yes, I like things, what did you bring?" Anya beamed.
"Nice to know where your priorities are, and I do have things but they're back at the house. We can go there after. The limo is set to come around one, so presents later, fun now," Buffy giggled.
"I-I actually have to go," Tara said quietly. Tara was very shy and quiet, but she was good natured and Willow's everything and was very good to Dawn after their mother had passed so she had been accepted as part of the gang instantly.
"Yeah, I should head out with her, we have exams tomorrow," Willow huffed. Willow was a student at UC Sunnydale studying to become a computer programmer, she and Tara had moved into a small apartment together a few months after they had started dating and had been inseparable since.
"Okay, well how about we all get together at my place tomorrow instead? We can have lunch and talk, you know, what we usually do?" Buffy suggested, noticing that everyone had somewhere to be early in the morning.
"That sounds great Buff, I wish I could go tonight but I've got to be at the construction site early, we're expecting an order and I have to be there to sign," Xander said proudly. When Xander was younger his father was abusive and it had made Xander feel as though he'd never be any good at anything and when he didn't get accepted to UC Sunnydale he got discouraged. Anya had a friend who had worked in construction and he introduced Xander to the business and Xander had been really good at it. He had been promoted to supervisor within the first six months.
"Hey B, I don't think I can wait that long, what if I come over tonight? We can have a little Buffy/Faith time, like the old days?" Faith suggested hopefully.
"Sure, that sounds great, well if everyone is taking off already I'm just going to step outside and call Dawn, I promised I'd call her when I got off the plane. Faith, are you ready to leave?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, just one more dance? You go call Dawn and then come get me, okay?" Faith said before running off to meet some guy on the dance floor.
"It was nice to see you Buffy, and we'll come over as soon as possible tomorrow, okay?" Tara said with a shy smile.
"Sure, thanks for coming tonight, good luck on your exams tomorrow," Buffy smiled before hugging Willow and Tara.
"I think me and Xander are going to go home and have sex now. I look forward to receiving my gift tomorrow, goodnight Buffy," Anya said matter of factly.
"See you later, Buff," Xander blushed as he chased after his already retreating wife.
Once Buffy was left alone at the table she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and walked out to the alley to call Dawn.
As she opened the door she was greeted by yet another cool breeze. She began to dial the number before she heard a voice.
"Drop the phone, bitch," a scratchy male voice ordered. Buffy turned around to see that a man in a ski mask was pointing a gun at her.
"O-okay, I-I don't want any trouble, I'll give you everything I have," she said shakily, reaching for the hundred dollar bill in her purse.
"Don't move!" the man yelled, shaking the gun at her. "You know, you really shouldn't be out alone dressed like that, some creep might get the wrong idea," he cooed, letting out a bloodcurdling laugh.
"P-please don't hurt me. Do you know who I am?" Buffy said, trying to act strong.
"Yeah, you're that rich bitch, Summers, and yet for a girl with so much money, not one single bodyguard. Stupid girl," the man laughed as he stepped closer. As he left the security of the shadows Buffy could tell that he was very large. He was tall and looked like a football player with his strength.
"You can't possibly get away with this, I may be alone now, but I have people who will hunt you down," Buffy spat. The second she said that she regretted it. The man looked at her with his cold green eyes and slapped her across the face with the gun.
"Bitch, did I say you could talk? I wouldn't have had to do that if you'd been a good girl, but by the way you look nothing about you is good," he said, licking his lips. He began to pull at the straps of her dress.
"No, please, don't do this, I'll scream," Buffy cried.
"I wouldn't advise it, the second I think you're going to scream I'll pull the fucking trigger," he hissed, tearing the strings holding her dress together. The dress fell to the ground in one silky heap, leaving Buffy topless and in a black lace thong.
"Mmm, dressed to impress, Summers, did you know this was going to happen?" he chuckled, roughly grabbed one of her exposed breasts. Buffy went to yelp when he grabbed her too hard but remember the gun pressed up against her head.
"All right mate, let the girl go," another male said roughly with what sounded like a British accent.
"Make another move and the bitch will be a mess on the pavement," the man growled, stabbing Buffy harder with the gun.
"You know, I've already called the police, so I suggest letting the bird go and runnin'" the British man coerced.
"Fuck!" the attacker said before running away. The distant sound of sirens could be heard and Buffy knew that this man had overheard what was going on.
"Miss, I'm a police officer and I'm not going to hurt you, are you all right?" the man asked, cautiously stepping closer to Buffy.
"I'm Buffy," she introduced, obviously in shock and completely oblivious to the fact that she was almost naked.
"Are you hurt?" the officer asked more insistently.
"Buffy Summers. I think I'd like to go home now," she said, still in shock.
"All right, if you want to play this game. I'm William, William Giles. Now, can you tell me if you're hurt," William asked, taking another cautious step towards her before realizing how beautiful she was, and how naked she was. The girl was standing there in just a black lace thong and stilettos, she was every man's fantasy until William noticed the large bruise forming on her perfect breast and the blood running down her face from what looked like a gash from being slapped with the gun the man had. "Look, you need to stay here for a while, you're hurt. Are you here alone or is someone else with you?"
"I'm sleepy," Buffy said before passing out.
"Bloody hell," William muttered.