Title: Pretty In Black
TV Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Beloved Slayer
Rating: T
Full summary: Angel is a musician in a well known rock band who is notoriously famous for sleeping with groupies and living the rock and roll lifestyle. Can Buffy Summers, a relatively normal college student, change the error of his ways despite rising doubts? May possibly continue with an increase rating later on.
Author's Notes: I've been struggling as to whether or not to post this little ditty on the website. But I decided to go through with it as I was satisfied with the story summary. All feedback is greatly encouraged, as always. I may, just may, decide to make this a continuing story, depending whether if readers like it or not. This chapter is intended to be a short one because it sets up the beginning of the story, starting with Buffy's point of view. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. This story is inspired by the many crushes I had on a few 'rock stars' which I'm sure many could relate to. Adult situations and language is to be had, so just a little bit of a warning there. Song inspiration: Cherry Bomb by The Runaways. Enjoy, guys!
Chapter One
His name was Angel Liam. He was a thirty two year old rock god and sex symbol, constantly gracing the pages of Rolling Stone and Spin magazine with that sultry gaze of his. He was almost every grown woman's wet fantasy, which was unfortunate on my part since every female I was close friends with either chattered about him constantly, or claim that they were inexplicably in love with him.
Utter bullshit, obviously. This is much more worse than that silly boy band craze that happened back in the nineties. Way over the top worse, I can tell you. And I was in the direct center of it all.
The way I see it, their love for him was nothing more than a fable crush that will eventually disappear over time. But did I care? Of course not. I don't give a damn if they fall head over heels for this Angel. As for myself, he does nothing for me, despite his angelic appearance, rebellious attitude that he flaunts to the world, and the fact that he's the front man of a very famous rock band that made millions of dollars in ticket and album sales just last year. Not to mention the extra cash in endorsement deals they receive on a frequent basis from various guitar and drum companies.
It didn't help in the least bit that there were rumors circulating for the past three or four years of the front man sleeping with various women that were more than willing to perform sexual favors after his many performances every night on the stage. It was a dead giveaway of the type of men that I tell myself time after time to stay away from whenever possible.
After the terrible experience I had last year of forming a relationship with a musician, my mind wasn't going to produce the image of one Angel Liam within a ten foot radius, nor wonder in lust for him. He didn't do it for me. I keep trying to convince myself of that little reminder.
I rather throw myself against the wall before lowering my standards and not wonder about him on my bed every night when I had free time on my hands.
Nope. Not at all. He wasn't going to be in my mind.
So, in spite of my harsh words of fervently denying that he did nothing for me while criticizing my friends and fellow gender that were enraptured by his charismatic personality, why couldn't I follow through with the latter? Every twenty seconds that I forced myself to concentrate on other matters, my mind would instantly return to picturing a half naked man performing on stage, long chocolate hair flitting his chiseled face as his deep setting eyes crinkled underneath the strobe lights, his body matting with trickles of sweat.
I, unfortunately, had the answer to that.
I saw him perform once at a local dive bar before his band had signed to a major label. Back then, he wasn't the arrogant son of a bitch that he was now. At the time of his very first performance, he was humble, outgoing, and sweet. When his eyes met mine during that time period, I knew instantly that my attraction for him was immediately there. I was centered directly in the front row at that point. After that, I knew inwardly that soon it would already be too late. I was going to lose him to the world, despite realizing that I was in love with him.
Regardless of the last few years that went on by since, my feelings for him never wavered, even when they were now contending with a few inner doubts. The somewhat normal fans were in love with this man. So were the desperate groupies, and they were the groups that I now had to contend and compete against.
Yeah, the odds were definitely against me.
Big time.