And Maybe You'll Be The One Who Saves Me

Summery: After her date with Parker ends in a nightmare, Buffy goes to L.A. to talk to the only person who still makes her feel safe.

Chapter One: Lover's Peak

"I'll pick you up at eight." Parker smiled.

Buffy chewed on her bottom lip. Smiling, she nodded in agreement. "Can't wait."

Buffy watched Parker walk away towards a group of his buddies before turning and practically skipping to her and Willow's dorm room. Willow lay on her stomach on her bed, a text book and notepad in front of her. She looked up as Buffy walked in, a large grin on her face. Sighing contently, Buffy fall backwards onto her bed and smiled up at the ceiling. Willow rolled her eyes. Closing the text book, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and watched Buffy.

"What's gotten into you? Last time I saw you, you were Ms. Mopes-A-Lot."

Buffy looked towards her redheaded friend, a smile still sitting on her lips. "Parker finally asked me out."

"Are you serious?"

Buffy swung her legs over the edge of her bed, mimicking Willow's position and nodded excitedly. "Yes! I'm so excited!"

"What are you going to wear?" Willow smiled.

Buffy jumped up. "You gotta help me pick out what I'm gonna wear!"

Willow smiled. Rolling her eyes, she followed Buffy over to her closet and began to look through her clothes. They pulled out various styles and colors of shirts, sweaters, pants, jeans, skirts, jackets, shoes, and dresses, throwing them over their shoulders as they went. Willow sighed and sat down on the corner of Buffy's bed as her best friend continued to look through her closet. Buffy held a white tank top and a short red plaid shirt against herself and tilted her head to the side.

"So where is he taking you?"

"The movies." Buffy said as she disappeared into the bathroom to try on the outfit.

"Which one?"

"No idea."

"He didn't say?"

"He wouldn't tell me." Buffy called back through the bathroom door. "Wanna hand me the red button up vest?" she added.

Willow looked around at the mess of clothes. Looking through the piles, she finally found the vest and handed it to Buffy as she walked out of the bathroom. Pulling it on, she buttoned it up and looked at herself in the mirror.

"What do you think?"

"Cute."

"Cute? I don't want cute. Cute is junior high. I want hot. Or sexy." Buffy frowned smoothing out her clothes.

"Well its hot and sexy too." Willow smiled, rolling her eyes.

Buffy smiled, but it was quickly replaced by a frown. "What about shoes? And hair?"

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"So, here we are." Parker said, turning off the engine and looking over at Buffy who was sitting in the passenger's seat.

Buffy looked around. They were the only care parked at Lover's Peak. Buffy licked her lips and looked back over at Parker, her arms wrapped around herself. "I thought you said we were going to the movies." She said, getting a bit nervous.

Parker laid his arm over the back of the seat and moved a bit closer. "Movie doesn't start until 9:15. We still have about an hour." he said, eyeing her outfit.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Buffy pushed herself into the door a bit. "We could always catch an earlier show."

"Nonsense. This will give us some time to…" Parker's gaze roamed from Buffy's thighs where her skirt was riding up a bit, then up her body to land on her chest. "…get to know each other." He finished, looking back at her face.

Regretting not wearing jeans, Buffy placed a hand on Parker's chest as he moved closer and pushed him away a bit. "I don't know what you've heard about me, but I'm not that kind of girl, Parker."

"Aw come on, Summers. I just want one little taste..." He said, slowly running a hand up her leg.

Buffy pushed his hand away. Before she could ready herself, Parker raised his fist, bringing it down against her temple, forcing her head to slam against the passenger side window. Everything began to spin around her and she felt her body being moved and her skirt being pushed up. Her head was pounding and before she could scream, Parker held a hand over her mouth, making it hard to breathe. He reached over her and grabbed the seatbelt, then quickly wrapped it around her neck and mouth. Struggling to hit him, he pounded his fist into her temple once more and her vision began to get darker.

Parker leaned down, pressing his weight on top of her. "Be a good little bitch, Summers." he whispered. "You know you brought this on yourself. Just couldn't give me what I wanted, could you?" He said as he began undoing her top. "Now," he said pushing her skirt up a bit more once her vest and shirt were off. He tore off her panties. "I'm gonna take it."

Buffy struggled, still weak from being hit. She heard him unbuckling his belt and zipper before everything went black.