Boys Over Vampires

The sign said 'Welcome to Sunnydale,' but Buffy Summers wasn't so sure. Her parents had just gotten divorced and now her mother Joyce was dragging Buffy and her little sister Dawn to this town in the middle of nowhere because it had a snobby exclusive elite high school where she would have to wear a pleated skirt as part of the ugly school uniform. Buffy was dreading school the next day.

"You are going to have a great time at school tomorrow." Joyce glanced over at her. "I'll drop you off before I go to my new job at the art gallery."

"Can't wait" Buffy faked a smile at her mom. She meant well and it wasn't her fault that tomorrow would be a total disaster.


"Bloody Hell Dru," Spike jumped seeing the slim brunette in his usual chair. "I didn't think you'd be here this early."

"I wanted to see if you could drive me to school or someplace quieter," Dru smiled seductively.

"Bugger this," Spike sighed as he grabbed the car keys to his red Ferrari out of his plaid book bag and led the way to the car followed by Dru.


"Hey you must be Buffy," the girl with the two long red braids shook Buffy's hand with a giant smile. "I'm Willow; the principal assigned me as your tour guide."

"Great," Buffy's blonde high ponytail swayed as she picked up her book bag. "Where to?"

"Well…" Willow began, but was interrupted by a swarm of students running by screaming 'V4'. "I guess you get to meet the V4"

"V4?" Buffy asked confused. "Is that a drink like V8?"

"No, it's the richest and most popular four students at Sunnydale High," Willow explained. "Everybody loves them, but you need to stay away. The V stands for Vampires, as in they will suck you dry and leave nothing left."

"Check, stay away from the V4"

"Here they come now. Angel is the artist with the sketch pad; his dad is a totally famous painter. Darla is the blonde with all the bling; her dad is the head of the Order of Aurelius, a major cartel. Dru is the graceful dancer next to her; her mother was a big movie star and prima ballerina. Spike is the Billy Idol wanna be; his mother runs Sunnydale Records."

"Wow they are incredible," Buffy gulped.

Spike knocked down a girl's book who was asking for an autograph.

"Incredibly rude," Buffy glared. "I don't have to stay clear of them. They better stay clear of me."