After reading many fanfics, I've decided to write my own BtVS fanfic. Over time, I had a few stories developing in my head. Here is one and hopefully you'll enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am merely a fan.

Chapter One

"Buffy?" Joyce knocked on her daughter's bedroom door before entering. "All set in?"

"Just finished unpacking the last box. My new room is bigger than my old room." Buffy turned away from the mirror to look at her mother. She tried her best to put a happy face on , but her mother saw through it.

"Still upset about the move?" Joyce asked as she walked closer to her daughter.

"No, Mom. I'm happy as I can be." The blond girl smiled once more, but her face fell as she sat on her bed.

"Oh, Buffy." Joyce took a seat next to her daughter."I'm being selfish by moving us here and for owning the art gallery. But ,hey. New town and that means new beginnings." She wrapped an arm around her daughter and had her look up to her." You'll be starting at your new school tomarrow and you'll make new friends..."

"Mom." Buffy interrupted. "It's high school."

"I'm sure you'll do fine." Joyce gave a pat on Buffy's back. "I assure you something good would happen out of all this sudden change. Please be happy. It makes me sad when I see you like this." Buffy slowly gave an assuring nod. Joyce was going to continue talking, but the door bell was rung. "Now who could that be?" She got up and walked out of the room. Buffy, curious on who it was, went out of her room and crept against the walls, listening.

"...Thought of stopping by and introducing myself the new neighbors." She heard a man with a British accent speak to her mom.

"Oh, thank you. " She heard her mother reply. "We really don't know anyone here in Sunnydale and we've only been here for two days."

"It's my pleasure..." Buffy heard the British man pause.

"My name is Joyce Summers and I moved here with my daughter." Joyce finished. "BUFFY?"

"Coming!" Buffy told her mother and after giving herself a few moments, finally went downstairs. There, she found her mother and the British man in the living room.

"Now, this is my daughter, Buffy." Joyce told the man as he greeted her with a smile. "Buffy, this is Rupert Giles. He lives next door."

"Welcome to Sunnydale." He brought out a hand and Buffy kindly took it. "How are you enjoying the town so far?"

Buffy was unsure what to say during those quick seconds after his question.

"Um..." She began." Okay? I mean I haven't seen all of of it."

"That's nice to hear. I remember when my son and I first came here, years ago." Giles started. "Rough start for him."

"You have a son?" Joyce asked, curious.

"Yes. His name is William." Giles answered. "My son and I moved here from England years ago. My wife died of Tuberculosis when William was eleven."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. Rest her soul." Giles looked down for a moment before looking back up. "William took it rather hard and so did I. I thought of having us move was a good idea. He didn't like it very much, but he ended up accepting the change. Well, enough for me not having to worry about him."

"Hmm...That sounds familiar." Buffy thought to herself."Minus death in the family. In my case, my dad cheated on my mom.

"How old is he now?" Joyce asked, breaking Buffy out of her thoughts.

"He's seventeen."

"Buffy is the same age! Well, she'll be seventeen in couple of months." Joyce looked at her daughter.

"So you'll be attending Sunnydale High." Giles didn't say it as a question, but as a statement. "I'm the school's librarian. You'll probably meet William at school. He's out right now. I've asked him to come with me to say hello to you two, but he went out." He shook his head.

"That's alright. We can meet him later." Joyce assured him. Giles gave a small smile.

"Well, I best be on my way back." Giles then said as brought out his hand to shake Joyce and then Buffy's hand. "Pleasure meeting you lovely ladies."

"Thank you for visiting." Joyce smiled as they made way for the front door. "At least we know someone."

"If you need help with anything, just ask me." He offered.

"Thank you."

"Good night." And with a wave, he was gone.

"That was nice of him to introduce himself." Joyce said as she closed the door. "Maybe you'll get to be friends with his son."

"Mom." Buffy gave her mom a serious look. "It was clear the son had no interest in seeing the new neighbors."

"Oh, don't be like that." Her mother said. "You should look up. Don't be so negative. Like I said, I assure you something good would happen out of this."

"Yeah. Hopefully you'll agree that this town stinks and we move back to LA." Buffy muttered as she walked upstairs.

"What was that?" Her mother asked, following her.

"Nothing, Mom." The daughter waved her hand. "I'm going to bed. Night." Her mother watched as her daughter made her way to her room and closed the door.

"I'm sure hope she's right." Buffy thought once she landed on her made bed with a loud thump. "Cause so far, I see nothing good coming out of this."

Meanwhile...

Rupert Giles had just settled in his favorite with a cup of tea and a new book when he heard the front door slam.

"That boy." He sighed. "William?" He received no reply. "William?"

"Right here, Father." William replied glumly as he poked his head into his father's small library.

"Where did you go?" Giles asked his son." Oh, please don't tell me you went off to chase after that girl!"

"And what if I did?" William threw his whole body into the room. Giles sensed an agrument brewing.

"How many times has she dumped you and you take her back when she wishes to be together again?" Giles asked him. "I think you should stop chasing after her and move on with your life, William..."

"It's Spike, Father!" The son rolled his eyes. "I go by Spike these days."

"And I believe she was a terrible influence on you. The music, the clothes,the way you behave..." Giles interrupted. "Spike? Pfft! I call you by the name your mother and I gave you and that is that."

"Well if it weren't for Dru, I would be still sulking over Mum!" Spike added."She was my comfort! My rock! I'm nothing without her!"

"You're seventeen, William." Giles sighed. "It appears that Dru is going on with her life without you. I think you do the same."

Spike remained there, glaring at the carpet. All was silent for a moment.

"Besides, didn't I ask you to come with me to welcome the new neighbors?" Giles broke the silence.

"Who are they?" Despite his look of not caring, Spike was curious on who the new neighbors were.

"A mother and her daughter. Joyce and Buffy Summers. Lovely ladies. Buffy is around your age." Giles replied. "Hopefully you'll be the kind gentlemen your mother and I raised you to be and introduce yourself."

"It's too late to go over there." Spike said.

"Well then, tomarrow. You'll most likely see Buffy at school tomarrow and then..."

"Oh look at the time, I best be going to be bed." Spike interrupted before his father can say anymore.

"But it's merely nine-thirty." Giles glanced at the grandfather clock he had in the room. "From what I know, you don't go to sleep til two or three in the morning."

"Well, things are changing." Spike callously lied. All he wanted was to get out of there. His father believed it.

"You know...I believe you are right." Giles took off his glasses and wiped them before putting them back on. Spike turned his back, rolling his eyes as he was about to exit the library. Then he stopped and turned to his father.

"Buffy?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "What kind of name is that?"

"Funny. I wondered that as well."

And there goes Chapter One! I just had to make a reference to one my favorite Buffy episodes at the end of this chapter. Haha. Review? It'll be lovely if you could give me a few ideas.