A/N- so this would be my first fanfic for Buffy and Angel, but I thought I would give it a shot since it started out as a story line that I was role playing with a friend and developed into so much more. Reviews and thoughts are welcome. Even constructive criticism :}!!

A Forbidden Love is completely AU and takes place in the seventeenth century. (Buffy did always want to be one of those girls.. and now she has her chance haha) Buffy happens to be the daughter of the elite Master Summers of Galway Ireland and Angel is the son of a servant and when he becomes of age he eventually serves the Summers along with the rest of his family. Eventually both of them fall in love even though it is completely forbidden and frowned upon. An idea is created when they decide to run away together to America but what happens when they meet a vicious blonde in an alley!? I guess you will have to read to find out!!

Chapter One-

A soft grunt came from Angel's lips as his well defined arms scrubbed the wooden floor he was currently kneeling on. Beads of sweat collected on his brow and neck. His heavy breathing was the only audible sound in the foyer. iUp down up down./i Dumping the rag into the bucket of suds, Angel let it sit there as he quietly sighed to himself.

Stray pieces of his long brown hair fell into his face, partially clouding his vision. Drying his calloused hands on his breeches and pulling down the long sleeved powdered shirt all servants were required to wear; Angel pulled the ribbon at the nape of his neck off unleashing his hair down the sides of his face and shoulders. Running his fingers through his hair, he pushed it back quickly tying the ribbon at the nape of his neck not allowing any stragglers stick to his sweaty neck.

Satisfied that his hair was out of his face he reclined on his knees and let out a deep breath. Furiously he wiped at the sweat dripping down his face. Angel looked out the window at people his own age on their way to mass eager to listen to Reverend O'Connor preach the word of God. He couldn't bite back the smirk that graced his lips, for Mass was just an excuse for these people to show off just how rich they were. Mass was a social event for the likes of the people walking through the streets. For a tiny second, envy swelled in him forcing him to loathe the life that had been chosen for him already.

"Liam, do not forget that Master Summers will be having guests over this evening. You are to wear the over coat Missus Summers has left for you." Melissa's voice, a kitchen maid, cut through his thoughts forcing him to shake whatever ill feelings he harbored.

By the time he looked up, Melissa was leaning in the archway to the sitting room with her arms folded across her chest and a soft smile sitting on her lips. Her reminder of what he was popped the envy balloon inside him deflating it completely. Turning his head to look at her he smiled and nodded. She had that thick English accent that drove him crazy.

"Aye, when are the guests expected to come? Does Father know? I have yet to finish ye floor." Angel's smooth voice oozed with the Irish brogue he spoke with. His strong voice resonated throughout the empty mansion.

Melissa shrugged and turned to go back to the kitchen where she had been making fresh bread all morning. The smells of the baking bread were driving him mad with hunger and making it damn near impossible to concentrate on cleaning with an empty stomach.

Pushing those thoughts out of his head he picked up the rag and wrung it out, dropping it back to the floor where he pumped his arms up and down pristinely cleaning the floor.

Angel rocked back on his knees and winced at the pain that shot through his body because of the pressure he had been putting on his knees due to being on all fours for well over an hour.

Throwing the rag back into the bucket he slowly got to his feet and stretched. He certainly was in tune to the aches and pains he felt now. After all, he was hurting in places he didn't know existed. Biting back the moans that were on the tip of his tongue, Angel pulled up his socks and let his eyes wander over the dirt less and clean floor he had spent hours slaving over.

A small triumphant smile graced his features as he picked up the bucket and walked over to the door leading to the grounds. Taking the steps two at a time he reached the limits to the grounds and crossed to the edge of the property where he tossed the dirty water into a ditch.

Slinging the bucket over his shoulder he turned around to go back inside. Angel stopped and laughed as he saw the hunting dog barreling towards him. Placing the bucket on the ground he squatted and opened his arms. His eyes connected with Beauty as she raced into his arms, knocking him over before he could move out of the way.

His laughter echoed in the space around him as he wrestled with the dog playfully, scratching her behind the ears. Having had the wind knocked out of him, Angel's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. The feel of the grass on his back and the sun shining on his arms was charismatic. It was everything he loved and so much more. Taking the huge dog's face in his hands, Angel kissed her on the cheek and roughly patted her head before getting back to his feet.

Looking down at his feet he laughed as he saw the stick she dropped lying there. "Aye, you want to play don't you?"

At her playful howling he picked the stick up and threw it as far as he could. Surprisingly the stick went extremely far and before the stick hit the ground, Beauty took off as if she were chasing a squirrel. Smiling to himself he proceeded to walk back to the grounds chuckling at Beauty chewing on the stick.

His eyes glanced up at the beautiful mansion with the fountain in the front square topped off with flowing ivy trailing the right wing. For a moment his eyes rested on the window on the third floor that he could point out with his eyes closed and after having had a couple of pints flowing through his system. Mistress Buffy Summers. Ever since he had come to work at the Summers Manor when he was just a boy he had crossed paths with her a few times in the recent years.

For he knew the dire consequences if he chose to reach out to her. His family had been working for The Summers family for well over three hundred years. It was destined. It was written down. His family was the serving family and her family was the served family. With one more look at her window he sighed and continued walking back to the servant's quarters. Angel knew his place as their servant and he honored that.

With the dog at his side, Angel took his eyes off of her window; convinced things could never change and entered the house, careful to not let the dog on the wet floors and not letting her make a mess. Putting the bucket in the cupboard, Angel inhaled deeply. The delectable scent of Melissa's freshly baked bread made his mouth water. Smiling at her, he sneaked up behind her, whirling her around placing his hand on her hip and taking her small hand in his much larger one.

"Thy fair Melissa, shall thou dance with me across the stars?" Angel twirled her in a circle around the kitchen keeping her in a firm grip as he dipped her backwards and pulled her up to her feet.

"Such a fair maiden." He whispered in her ear before bowing to her.

Melissa blushed at him and shook her hand free from him. "You are much trouble littl'un."

Truth was that everyone knew of Liam Angelus, born of Alana and Seamus Angelus. He was the handsome twenty year old that all the servant girls swooned over. Smirking at her, he brushed past her and took a piece of bread before being swatted ever so playfully at by Melissa. Angel dodged her and ran out of the kitchen and into the main dining room as he wolfed down his bread.

Brushing his fingers over the highly polished Cherry Oak table he wondered what it must have been like to have everything at your fingertips. For centuries, The Summers family had been the wealthiest clan in all of Galway Ireland. At times, Angel would have given anything to be in their position but at the end of the day he always changed his mind and was happy where he was.

At least as a servant he had true friends and fun whereas Mistress Buffy and Missus Joyce did not and were cooped up in the house with other rich Missus' that were considered to be "close friends".

"Angel, go on home and come back to me later. I will need help before the sun goes down. So shoo, go shower and clean up 'fore Master Summers doesn't holler at you."

Her words once again sliced through his thoughts as he looked at her and nodded. "As you wish, milady. Don't miss me too much."

Angel drawled to her as he looped out of the house and went down the winding hills and pathways to the town where the other servants and his family lived. One last time he turned and looked at her bedroom and could have sworn he saw a woman standing there watching him. Bowing to her slightly, he turned back around and walked the short distance to his home that he shared with his mother and father, and little sister Kathy.

On his way to his quarters, Angel stopped and greeted those that he knew and said his hellos to people he was friendly with. Opening the door he inhaled deeply. The scent of potatoes and bread was enough to make him go weak in the knees.

"What a lovely scent to match the lovely day." Angel said as he swooped down to kiss his mother's cheek.

Smiling, she brushed her fingers gently across his handsome face. "Liam? Tis' that you? Anight thou jus' left."

He cringed as his mother called him by his birth name. It wasn't that he disliked Liam, he just preferred Angel which is what everyone else aside from his parents had taken to calling him.

His mother spoke to him softly as she placed a hot plate of food on the small wooden table. Grinning from ear to ear, Angel picked up a fork and started devouring the food.

"Yes mother. Master Summers and Melissa needed thy help for tonight." He said with a mouthful of food.

Alana shook her head as her eldest son tried to speak with his mouth full of food. She brushed her fingers through her son's hair and watched him as he finished the plate of food and got up to put it in the sink.

It had seemed like only yesterday that he was just a wee little tyke playing with the master's daughter in the stables. She stared off into nothing letting her memories envelop her.

"Mum…? Mum ye there?" Angel gave Alana a slight shake which seemed to be enough to snap her out of her reverie.

"Oh… yes, yes. Now go clean up. A's a boy."

"I cannot stay mother, Melissa needs me to carlot the butter with Arthur and I must clean up the catling yonder the yard from a jackeen."

Wrapping his arms around his mother he kissed her before going upstairs and taking a shower, not before stopping in on his sister and kissing the top of her head.

"Fair thee well sister Kathy."

Angel was in and out of the shower and dressed in his best breeches and over coat in no less than twenty minutes. Tying his hair at the nape of his neck Angel descended the stairs slowly, stopping to kiss his mother goodbye. The back door closed behind him as he headed towards the manor dressed in his best over coat, breeches, and shiny shoes with polished belt buckles, cuffed sleeves, and divinely white socks.

It took him twenty minutes to make it back to the Summers Manor as he opened the door and walked in with a smile on his face as Melissa greeted him.

"Ah, you look fit to be a Mister." She said coyly as she placed the tray of bread on the table before bowing to him with a smirk on her face.

"And one day I will be thy Master and Lord of such a fine manor. Alass, you will be there to cook my meals." Laughing lightly at her joke he waited for her to tell him what else had to be done.

Melissa opened her mouth to respond but was quickly cut off by the opening of the front door. Melissa's eyes widened in panic as the Mister had come home and his daughter was not ready.

"Angelus! Hurry take this up to Missus Summers and make sure she is dressed!" Melissa hissed at him as she thrust a tray of tea and bread into his hand and placed a rolled up parchment in the other before practically pushing him up the stairs as she went straight to meet the Master Summers in the foyer.

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"Breathe in"

"I can't breathe in anymore, unless you want me to faint!?" Buffy replied breathlessly, trying to suck in her stomach as much as she could, holding on tightly to her bed posts.

Her maid Melinda was trying desperately to lace up her dress at the back, the corset was proving a little more difficult then first envisioned. "Master will not be pleased if you do not get into this my lady" she replied, her face turning red as she pulled on the string relentlessly, trying to lace it into the many holes were each string was theoretically supposed to be put through.

"But there are many other dresses I have, shall he not be pleased if I chose something I like, and can breathe in?" She said with a mocking tone, letting herself breathe out as she heard her maid wail behind her.

"It's no use! And your father shall be very angry with you; it was a present from Lord Kingsley." Melinda replied in frustration. As soon as the words left her mouth she averted her gaze and looked everywhere but at Buffy.

Angel swallowed the laughter that threatened to erupt from his lips as he stood outside the door to Miss Summers' chambers. He found it to be absolutely hysterical that Lord Kingsley was still trying to court her.

Buffy pulled away from her looking back outraged, trying desperately to pull the elegant gown off of her small frame.

"You mean this is his? Why did you not tell me?" She asked furiously, raising a hand up to her head as she sat down on the couch at the end of her bed, her mind racing with thoughts.

That's what this party is about, she thought to herself, she knew her father was planning something drastic and as she had come of age to be wed… it all made perfect sense. She didn't know how to feel or react, she did not love Lord Kingsley in actual fact she despised him, loathed him more then anything.

"My lady if I told you, I wouldn't have gotten the dress on you" she said softly, walking towards her and sitting down, placing a hand across her back as she stroked it softly.

Buffy could feel tears fill her eyes, she was overwhelmed, her life was mapped out in front of her and she did not have any control over it. She was a puppet, used only to be wed, have kids, and serve to her husbands every want and need.

She got up slowly making her way towards the window, opening it slightly as she looked down upon the village before her. Much was still the same and she had just returned from another six weeks of education in England.

Her father spared no expenses when it came to his only daughter, he wanted the best, and he could afford anything, after all her family happened to be the wealthiest in the whole of Ireland. Something caught her attention as she looked down towards the courtyard. She smiled watching Angel as he was playing with the gatekeeper's dog. She leaned her head against the window, not listening to what her maid was saying to her as she continued to watch.

Angel's family had worked for hers for so long she didn't even know how long it had been, all she knew that was since she was born they were always there to take care of her. Buffy couldn't help but feel love towards the family, wishing she could be like them; she would have given anything to be somebody else. Money didn't make people happy, everyone in high society were fake, having sordid affairs with one another as they discussed which of their sons and daughters would marry whom.

As she saw him look in the direction she immediately backed away, her cheeks hot with the blush creeping up them. She had been loosing herself in thoughts of being with him out in the open; the feel of the grass on her feet as she ran and the sun beating down on her skin as it did his. She of all people knew how wrong those thoughts were.

"Miss? Are you alright?" Came the concerned voice that broke through her thoughts as Buffy quickly turned around taking Melinda's arm leading her away from the window.

"Everything is fine, now lets put me in this dress properly," she sighed leaning back against the bed posts, gripping it hard as she breathed in once more.

She knew she had to play the dutiful daughter and push those thoughts out of her mind. It would never happen; she couldn't let it happen, what happened if they got caught? Her mind was racing. But how she longed to be out there free with Angel not having to care about boring parties and dresses that squeezed your insides.

Shifting his weight to his other foot Angel rapped his knuckles against her wooden doors feeling guilty for standing out there listening to her private conversation with Melinda. Though he did find it amusing to find out the Missus' opinions of Lord Kingsley, or as the kitchen staff had resorted to calling him Lord Shitsley.

A/N- thoughts!? Reviews are totally wanted!