Title- Built On Lies
Summary- Buffy's father, Hank is a very powerful man. Both in the human, and demon world. His biggest rival; John Lyons. But unknown to Hank, his daughter is popular in both worlds as well, she's the Slayer.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters from BtVS or AtS, they belong to Joss and Co. I do own the story, although I don't deny that a lot of people probably have the same idea as me. But I did not steal. And I do own the characters that are not from BtVS or AtS.
a/n- Since I decided to stop writing "Should've Never" for the time being, I'm starting this story. Yay, another one. I'm gonna lose control, I betcha.
Dear Diary,
It's me again, Buffy. I know I haven't written in here for a while... Ok, maybe only a few days. But, everyone else says that, right? My dad's sending me, mom, Savannah, my sister and Evan, my brother, away for a few days. He has "business" to deal with, and he thought it'd be good for us, as a family, minus him as always, to get away. Please. Like I'm just some dumb blonde. I know my dad's up to no good.
I know I'm not supposed to leave Sunnydale, I'm the Slayer. If you don't remember what that is, and what it means, I'll refresh your memory... If you even have one.
Into each generation, a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen one, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil, blah, blah, blah. Short version? Me, supernatural freak who slays vampires and demons for a living.
So anyway, I'm not supposed to leave, because if I do, the demon's will take over and what not... Who wants that? Giles, my Watcher, whom I love, ew, not like that... Said him, Willow, and Xander, you know, my friends who I sometimes write about... Will take over for me. But, together they're the strength of my pinky finger.
I know what you're thinking, why not just back out of it? But, it's not that simple with my folks. They don't just let you, back out... My dad's set on me going. So now my bags are magically packed, by who, I don't know, cause I for sure didn't do it. And in a few hours I'll be on a plane to Hawaii.
Come to think of it... I'm complaining, cause... I'm getting a break from the life I so often dread living to go to Hawaii. Hello, Buffy, what have you been thinking?
Hawaii here I come.
Buffy closed her diary, and stuck it under her matress.
Orginal hiding place, she thought. That's just the reason no one will think I'll hide it there...
Buffy Summers was a small girl, but those who doubted her strength learned to highly regret that, for she'd show them just how wrong they were about her. Her emerald green eyes were full of life, and kindness, and her golden hair fell in curls to her shoulder.
She sighed as she got up from her desk, and walked over to her bed, sitting down. She was about to lay back when she heard her step-sister calling her.
"Buffy, are your bags all packed?"
Buffy looked up to her door when she heard someone coming in. Her younger step-sister, Savannah "Ann" walked inside. She was short, but only fourteen, with shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A flowery summer dress covered her petit figure, and a pair of sunglasses held her hair back from falling in her face.
Buffy liked her. Well, more like she could put up with her. They'd been living together since Savannah was only a year old, when Buffy was three. Buffy's mother had passed away from a brain tumor. Her, and her older brother Evan, who was six at the time, dealt with their mother's death fairly well, considering their ages. Neither really understood what was going on when she died. Nor when a few months later their father was remarried, and a new woman was forced into their lives.
"Um... Yeah, they are," Buffy said, looking up at her. "Was there something you wanted Ann?"
"No, nothing really. Just wondering if you were still in your broody mood, or if you opened your eyes and realized we're going to Hawaii."
"I've been to Hawaii before. And, I'm more excited about getting away from Sunnydale. But, I'm no longer broody. You don't have to worry."
"Good, cause putting up with broody Buffy on a really long flight, definitely no fun, at all," Ann said, sitting on Buffy's bed.
"Ok... Now that that's covered, what do you want? Money? Go ask dad, he's the rich one. Or your mom, she's loaded too."
Ann sighed and stood up. "Fine, I can take a hint."
"Good. Bye."
"Buh-Bye," Ann said, waving before leaving loudly.
"So not in the mood for annoying little sister..." she moaned as she fell back on her bed.
Angelus Haynes sat in a blood red chair, tapping his fingers on the arm of it inpatiently. He looked around the room, familiar with it, but still feeling very new.
It was his father's study. The one in the house he had grown up in. He'd been in it many times, but never really looked at it. The house, it never really felt like home to him. And his family, was never really family.
"Angelus, my son."
Angelus stood when he heard his father, John Lyons, enter the room. Angelus was a tall man, with dark hair, and a muscular body. He rarely dressed in anything but dark clothes, and had brown eyes that had that ability to make you feel weak in the knees.
"So good to see you again," his father said, taking him in for an awkward hug.
Angelus pulled away quickly, and moved aside as his father walked past him to sit behind his desk.
"How was England? I trust you took care of everything."
"Yes, father. I did your dirty work if that's what you're trying to ask. Everything is taken care of. Johanson's dead," Angelus said.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Because I have another thing I need you to take care of," he said.
"Why me? Why not one of your other hitmen? One who's actually professional?"
"Because it's in your blood son. And besides, I need someone I can trust. And you're the only one whom I trust this with."
Angelus sighed, and hesitated a minute, thinking it over. He nodded, and his father continued.
"Hank Summers, my biggest rival... I need some information on him and what he plans to do next, so I can beat him to it, and take him out."
"And I'm just supposed to walk into his big mansion and ask him to pretty please tell me this?" Angelus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're what now? 18? 19?"
"19..." Angelus said. "I am your son, don't you think you should know this already?"
John ignored his son's comment and continued. "Hank has a daughter, two in fact. But his eldest is much closer to your age. Buffy Summers, 17, attends Sunnydale High," he said, handing Angelus a file. "Look it over, think about it, then decide."
Angelus looked at the closed file, then back to his father. "What you're asking me to do, is get close to this girl, act as if I'm interested in her, but really I'm just using her to get information and possibly a kill on her father? She's smart... She is his daughter. She won't believe it."
"Yes, but you my son, you have charm. And I know how the ladies swarm around you. She'll be by your side in less then a week, I guarantee. Now, she's going away with her family for a few days. Without her father. Your perfect time to strike."
"I'll have to think about this," Angelus said, standing. He grabbed the file, and was about to leave the room when he turned. "Won't her father know it's me?"
"He doesn't even know you exist, no one does. You grew up in a different state, a totally different life. We don't even share the same name... They'll never suspect."
Angelus nodded and opened the door, leaving in a hurry. Once outside, he started down the stairs, and opened the file as he walked.
"She's beautiful," he mumbled, as a picture of her laughing with her friends came into view. "Currently vacationing in Hawaii... Well, Hawaii, here I come..."
Um... That's it for now. Just a little introduction. More to come, if you want it?
Summary- Buffy's father, Hank is a very powerful man. Both in the human, and demon world. His biggest rival; John Lyons. But unknown to Hank, his daughter is popular in both worlds as well, she's the Slayer.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters from BtVS or AtS, they belong to Joss and Co. I do own the story, although I don't deny that a lot of people probably have the same idea as me. But I did not steal. And I do own the characters that are not from BtVS or AtS.
a/n- Since I decided to stop writing "Should've Never" for the time being, I'm starting this story. Yay, another one. I'm gonna lose control, I betcha.
Dear Diary,
It's me again, Buffy. I know I haven't written in here for a while... Ok, maybe only a few days. But, everyone else says that, right? My dad's sending me, mom, Savannah, my sister and Evan, my brother, away for a few days. He has "business" to deal with, and he thought it'd be good for us, as a family, minus him as always, to get away. Please. Like I'm just some dumb blonde. I know my dad's up to no good.
I know I'm not supposed to leave Sunnydale, I'm the Slayer. If you don't remember what that is, and what it means, I'll refresh your memory... If you even have one.
Into each generation, a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen one, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil, blah, blah, blah. Short version? Me, supernatural freak who slays vampires and demons for a living.
So anyway, I'm not supposed to leave, because if I do, the demon's will take over and what not... Who wants that? Giles, my Watcher, whom I love, ew, not like that... Said him, Willow, and Xander, you know, my friends who I sometimes write about... Will take over for me. But, together they're the strength of my pinky finger.
I know what you're thinking, why not just back out of it? But, it's not that simple with my folks. They don't just let you, back out... My dad's set on me going. So now my bags are magically packed, by who, I don't know, cause I for sure didn't do it. And in a few hours I'll be on a plane to Hawaii.
Come to think of it... I'm complaining, cause... I'm getting a break from the life I so often dread living to go to Hawaii. Hello, Buffy, what have you been thinking?
Hawaii here I come.
Buffy closed her diary, and stuck it under her matress.
Orginal hiding place, she thought. That's just the reason no one will think I'll hide it there...
Buffy Summers was a small girl, but those who doubted her strength learned to highly regret that, for she'd show them just how wrong they were about her. Her emerald green eyes were full of life, and kindness, and her golden hair fell in curls to her shoulder.
She sighed as she got up from her desk, and walked over to her bed, sitting down. She was about to lay back when she heard her step-sister calling her.
"Buffy, are your bags all packed?"
Buffy looked up to her door when she heard someone coming in. Her younger step-sister, Savannah "Ann" walked inside. She was short, but only fourteen, with shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A flowery summer dress covered her petit figure, and a pair of sunglasses held her hair back from falling in her face.
Buffy liked her. Well, more like she could put up with her. They'd been living together since Savannah was only a year old, when Buffy was three. Buffy's mother had passed away from a brain tumor. Her, and her older brother Evan, who was six at the time, dealt with their mother's death fairly well, considering their ages. Neither really understood what was going on when she died. Nor when a few months later their father was remarried, and a new woman was forced into their lives.
"Um... Yeah, they are," Buffy said, looking up at her. "Was there something you wanted Ann?"
"No, nothing really. Just wondering if you were still in your broody mood, or if you opened your eyes and realized we're going to Hawaii."
"I've been to Hawaii before. And, I'm more excited about getting away from Sunnydale. But, I'm no longer broody. You don't have to worry."
"Good, cause putting up with broody Buffy on a really long flight, definitely no fun, at all," Ann said, sitting on Buffy's bed.
"Ok... Now that that's covered, what do you want? Money? Go ask dad, he's the rich one. Or your mom, she's loaded too."
Ann sighed and stood up. "Fine, I can take a hint."
"Good. Bye."
"Buh-Bye," Ann said, waving before leaving loudly.
"So not in the mood for annoying little sister..." she moaned as she fell back on her bed.
Angelus Haynes sat in a blood red chair, tapping his fingers on the arm of it inpatiently. He looked around the room, familiar with it, but still feeling very new.
It was his father's study. The one in the house he had grown up in. He'd been in it many times, but never really looked at it. The house, it never really felt like home to him. And his family, was never really family.
"Angelus, my son."
Angelus stood when he heard his father, John Lyons, enter the room. Angelus was a tall man, with dark hair, and a muscular body. He rarely dressed in anything but dark clothes, and had brown eyes that had that ability to make you feel weak in the knees.
"So good to see you again," his father said, taking him in for an awkward hug.
Angelus pulled away quickly, and moved aside as his father walked past him to sit behind his desk.
"How was England? I trust you took care of everything."
"Yes, father. I did your dirty work if that's what you're trying to ask. Everything is taken care of. Johanson's dead," Angelus said.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Because I have another thing I need you to take care of," he said.
"Why me? Why not one of your other hitmen? One who's actually professional?"
"Because it's in your blood son. And besides, I need someone I can trust. And you're the only one whom I trust this with."
Angelus sighed, and hesitated a minute, thinking it over. He nodded, and his father continued.
"Hank Summers, my biggest rival... I need some information on him and what he plans to do next, so I can beat him to it, and take him out."
"And I'm just supposed to walk into his big mansion and ask him to pretty please tell me this?" Angelus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're what now? 18? 19?"
"19..." Angelus said. "I am your son, don't you think you should know this already?"
John ignored his son's comment and continued. "Hank has a daughter, two in fact. But his eldest is much closer to your age. Buffy Summers, 17, attends Sunnydale High," he said, handing Angelus a file. "Look it over, think about it, then decide."
Angelus looked at the closed file, then back to his father. "What you're asking me to do, is get close to this girl, act as if I'm interested in her, but really I'm just using her to get information and possibly a kill on her father? She's smart... She is his daughter. She won't believe it."
"Yes, but you my son, you have charm. And I know how the ladies swarm around you. She'll be by your side in less then a week, I guarantee. Now, she's going away with her family for a few days. Without her father. Your perfect time to strike."
"I'll have to think about this," Angelus said, standing. He grabbed the file, and was about to leave the room when he turned. "Won't her father know it's me?"
"He doesn't even know you exist, no one does. You grew up in a different state, a totally different life. We don't even share the same name... They'll never suspect."
Angelus nodded and opened the door, leaving in a hurry. Once outside, he started down the stairs, and opened the file as he walked.
"She's beautiful," he mumbled, as a picture of her laughing with her friends came into view. "Currently vacationing in Hawaii... Well, Hawaii, here I come..."
Um... That's it for now. Just a little introduction. More to come, if you want it?