A/N : I must be crazy since I'm posting two new fics at the same time! (this one and the sequel to 'The Guy Next Door', which is called 'Trouble With Boys') I actually started writing this fic a long time ago, before Spell Bound, before Friends and Lovers, but I got about two chapters done and it just wasn't working. Now I've come back to it, with more of an idea of where I want this to go and how I want to get there, so I'm starting all over again. Reviews are very welcome...

Title : One Wild Night

Author : Ultrawoman

Rating : PG-13

Pairings : Many different pairings, including B/A, B/S, C/X, C/A, W/X and if you've read any of my other fics you should know how this will turn out in the end ;-)

Summary : Fantasy fic (no slayers, no vamps) Elizabeth 'Buffy' Summers has a seemingly perfect princess type life. The house, the money, the friends, the gorgeous boyfriend, Liam 'Angel' O'Connor, but Buffy is unhappy and desperately bored so she devises a plan to have some fun...

Disclaimer : All characters belong to Joss Whedon and not me, however, the idea/storyline is all my own :-)

Chapter 1 - High Society

Sunnydale was a large town, with two sides to it - the upper class side and the lower class side. Many well respected families lived in the more expensive side of town and large houses complete with swimming pools both indoors and out, summer houses, games rooms, stables and more, could be seen throughout the streets.

One of these houses was home to the O'Connor family. They were as high class as is possible and had more money than most people could spend in a life time. To the other rich residents of Sunnydale, Lord and Lady O'Connor and their son Liam, were practically royalty, to the lower class side of town, which invariably existed, they were the most stuck up snobs for miles around and very disliked for it.

Liam, known to his friends by the nickname Angel, was very handsome and adored by almost every girl in Sunnydale, except the one he was actually dating.

When Angel had first asked out Elizabeth Summers, daughter of the widowed Lady Joyce, Elizabeth had been ecstatic. She was fifteen and Angel was seventeen. Their families had been friends for years and the two had always got along. It was the fond hope of both families, when the children started dating, that their romance would continue and one day result in marriage. The truth was Elizabeth had thought she wanted that too, for a while, but now, just over a year later, she was desperately bored.

Elizabeth was unhappy, despite the fact she appeared to be living a teenage girls fantasy princess dream. She lived in a large house and did not want for anything. She had a mother who loved her and a twin brother, Alexander, who she loved very much. Her boyfriend was the most eligible bachelor in Sunnydale and she did well at school and had many friends. She was loved, respected and envied - and yet she was not content.

"I wish I had your life" she told her best friend, Willow Rosenburg. Willow was the red-headed daughter of the Summer's house keeper and spent much time with Elizabeth when they were children growing up. They still remained best friends forever, despite the protests of Lady Joyce. She did not like her daughter conversing with the 'hired help' at the best of times, but to become such great friends with the staff was intolerable. Thankfully the house was large enough that the two girls could meet and talk fairly easily without anyone ever knowing.

"Why would you want my life, Buffy?" her friend asked, using the special nick-name that only she and Buffy's brother Alexander knew, "I'm poor and ugly and worthless"

"Willow!" Buffy exclaimed, "You are not ugly, you're beautiful"

Willows face was soon red as her hair as Buffy continued.

"Yes, you may have less money than I do, but money isn't happiness and you're a house-keepers daughter and that's respectable enough"

"I guess" the girl shrugged, "But still, would you really trade your money and your friends and your whole life for what I've got?" she asked.

"In a heartbeat" Buffy sighed, "I'm so miserably bored of it all, I want to be free"

"Free?" Willow echoed, not understanding what her friend meant, "Well, you don't live in a cage"

"I do" the blonde girl frowned, "Not one you can see, but I do live in a cage. I have to behave so perfectly. I'm expected to keep up my grades and not consort with people 'below my station'"

"Like me" Willow said sadly.

"Willow, come on" Buffy put her hand on her friend arm, "They would never stop me being best friends with you, never"

The red-head looked up with a small smile, knowing Buffy meant what she said.

"Sometimes I feel" Buffy began again, "like so much is expected of me. Sometimes I just...I just want to talk with my mouthful and run on the stairs and wear really short skirts and sing at the top of my voice" she got louder as she got more excited about the way she'd love to behave, but she came back down to earth with a bump and a sigh.

"But I can't" she whispered.

"Well, when you're older maybe you can" Willow tried to be positive but Buffy shook her head.

"I don't suppose I'll want to then, and besides if I ever left home it'd be when I get married, most probably to Angel, and I doubt I'd be allowed to be free at his house either"

"Don't you want to marry him?" Willow wondered aloud.

"I don't know" Buffy admitted, "I used to think so, I used to think I was in love with him but now...I mean, he's totally hot and everything but...I don't think that's enough anymore..." She laughed out loud, "If I told Cordy that she'd think I was crazy"

She referred to the girl that everyone thought was Elizabeth's best friend, Cordelia Chase. She was almost as high class as Buffy, the difference between the two girls being that Cordy loved it. She was beautiful and from a rich family, owned all the designer clothes she could get her hands on and dated all the most gorgeous guys around, except for Angel who only had eyes for Elizabeth. Cordelia used her status as her power over people, and not just the opposite sex, she liked to control everybody and she revelled in the fact that she could.

"Miss Chase is..." Willow searched for a polite word, "different" she settled on, "but really I guess you can't expect her to be normal with all the money and good looks she has. It's going to make you different"

"But she is normal" Buffy laughed, humourlessly, "She's normal for 'our' people" she air-quoted, "I'm the one whose different, or at least I want to be...I just don't know how..."

"Willow!" the loud voice of an irate woman bellowed down the back corridor of the Summers house. It was Sheila Rosenburg, housekeeper and Willow's mother, clearly angry that she could not find her daughter.

"Oh goddess" the girl gasped, jumping up from the window sill where she and Buffy sat, "I have to go. If mother finds me talking to you she won't like it"

"Parents" Elizabeth sighed, "Who'd have them?"

Willow hurried from the room with a final smile to her friend as she went and Buffy waited a few minutes before creeping out of the store room and back to the main part of the house where she belonged.

Belonged.

It was a strange word, because Elizabeth didn't really feel like she belonged there at all. Where she did belong? She really wasn't sure, but this life was not what she wanted anymore. The point was that this life wasn't life at all, it wasn't living, not really. Elizabeth wanted to go out into the real world, without the constraints, not worrying about her fragile reputation and the damage she might do to her character. She wanted to go wild and be free, just once to see what her life could be.

'I'll find a way' she promised herself, as she made her way up the main staircase. She met her brother coming down the other way.

"Hey, Buffy" Xander smiled, "Been hiding out in the servants quarters with Willow again?" he asked in a whisper.

"How did you know that?" she wondered aloud.

"Mrs Rosenburg couldn't find her daughter, I guessed that was because you were with her, hiding in some corner having a girls gossip meeting"

"I wish the hiding wasn't necessary" Buffy sighed, "She's my best friend, Xan, and I'm supposed to feel bad for liking her"

"Comes with the lifestyle, Buff" Xander sympathised, putting a hand on her shoulder, "Along with the money, the house, the life, there are the prices and the consequences. The bad has to balance the good"

"Right now there seems like an awful lot of bad and not enough good for there to be a real balance" she complained.

Xander tried not to chuckle at his sisters pouty expression.

"Well, I have one good thing planned for tonight so I'm gonna have to love you and leave you, sis" he smiled, kissing her cheek and continuing down the stairs. Buffy turned and called to him.

"Another date with Cordy?" she asked, her brother and supposed best friend had been dating for a little over six months now and things seemed to be going well. Buffy wasn't sure whether she approved or not so she just left the subject well alone usually.

"Yeah" Xander nodded, "Don't wait up"

"What else is there to do?" Buffy muttered to herself as she went up to he room and flopped down on her bed, defeated.

Her eyes followed the patterns on the ceiling, blue and white painted like clouds in a sunny sky. It was what she'd wanted before, but now she hated it - like everything else in her life. She'd asked for something and she'd been given it, since the day she was born, and she was sick of it all.

Elizabeth wanted to be someone else, do something else, feel something different, something exciting. She didn't want to play the princess anymore, the little miss perfect of Sunnydale. She no longer wanted to wear these clothes, these long skirts and pristine blouses, these sensible shoes and subtle make-up. She wanted to go wild, completely and absolutely.

'Just one night would be enough' she mused, 'Just one night'

She decided in that moment that she would have her one night, her one wild night, if it was the last thing she ever did...

To Be Continued...