There is a memory sequence in here, so the sign for that is ~*~*~*~*. The plane scene seems kind of random, but that's okay. I felt like extra info, and it could be mentioned later in another story. *wink, wink* Alright, so please review! That's all I'll say for now.
Chapter 4
Between leaving the Palazzo and getting on their flight, Buffy and Angel met the enthusiastic Roman CEO, Ilona Costa Bianchi, who, as usual, flirted with Angel non-stop. It was really irritating Buffy, but Angel kept holding her closer and closer to him. With the last details put together, Buffy and Angel boarded the jet to their new (or you could say old) home.
Buffy looked out the window. They were alone in it and lord knows there was enough room, but Buffy was in the mood to just cram herself into a small crevice for awhile. Angel brought over a couple of drinks. "Hey, I thought you might be a little dry. I've got water, juices, champagne, liquor, whatever you could want. What would you like?" Buffy didn't respond. Angel noticed the look in her eyes seemed distant and unknowing. "Come on, Honey, you need something in your system. Take something, for me please." She absentmindedly grabbed a water and opened it. "What's the matter, Sweetie," he asked as she took a swig.
"It's nothing really." Angel was going to respond, but she continued. "I just don't like this. First moving. Then, seeing that…" the name continued to slip Buffy's mind. Why don't I remember? "CEO all over you. I'm just going insane." There it was, out in the open and off her chest.
"Were you jealous?" Angel teased.
Buffy grinned and faced him. "Hey, not only vampires get jealous."
Angel chuckled. "Well you know, you had nothing to worry about. I'd rather be dead than be caught with a rich snob like her."
Buffy wore a serious, hurt face. "You mean like I was once," she said too firm.
"No because as soon as you became the slayer, you changed. Not that I saw it, but I bet that the day she became CEO, she probably got worse. You are special. You changed for the best, while she changed for the worse."
She looked at him with bewilderment. "Back there, I was kidding, but what you said…" She paused to kiss him, "that's a very sweet thing you said to me. Also, you won that fight if it was real." She kissed him harder, but Angel broke it all too fast.
"I won't count this as an argument. It was more of a teasing test to see who the first one to become sensitive was."
"Okay, I can deal with that." They chuckled and then continued making out in the privacy of their jet.
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Buffy had fallen asleep on Angel's chest. She hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately with their many evening activities. Angel couldn't really sleep. He never found plane rides comfortable, so he just watched the love of his life, stroking her hair. One of the flight attendants came in. "Excuse me, Sir. We will be landing in five minutes," she said.
"Thank you," Angel said, wrenched out of his current thoughts. He looked down at the blond girl in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Buffy?" he whispered. She didn't respond. He bent down and found her lips with his own. She responded by kissing back. They broke half a minute later. "Nice to see you with your eyes open," he teased.
"Sorry, I guess I kinda passed out on you, literally."
"We're about four minutes from landing."
"Oh wow! I guess jets are faster than I expected." She paused. "So, are you excited about returning to this bustling city?"
"I have to say, even though I'm more into a quiet, private life, I sort of miss the big city. I guess I liked the change to a loud, open, busy city."
"Wow, never thought that would happen."
"What about you?"
Buffy took a breath. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I mean, this is where my life as the slayer started. Not sure that would make it a good thing after all." She paused. "It was very lonely here. I always, throughout my life, knew I had many friends, and yet I always felt, deep in my heart, that I was truly alone during the varying stages of my life. I don't know if it's because of the effects of the spell to make Dawn's memories or if it's all me for real. I can't really explain it. It's just hard. No one was going to understand the changes I went through."
"What kind of changes?"
Buffy chuckled. "I guess it started as far back as I can remember. I was shy and temperamental, well okay the latter came back later, but then I became outgoing and just dealt with my temper. At one point, I became spoiled completely rotten, then I realized that other people could use my wants for their needs or it could cheer them up. Strange, I know, but most of these characteristics disappeared and reappeared throughout my life. I couldn't explain it, but it happened. Finally, the attitude changes ended around the time I was called. I had a feeling that these attitudes happened because of being pre-chosen, but anyways, I couldn't tell anyone my thoughts or they would have put me in a straight jacket." Buffy inhaled again. "I already know what it's like to feel crazy," she mumbled.
"Why is that?"
Buffy looked at their hands. She had a pained look on her face. "My friends know about this. When summer vacation started the year I was called, I was out late patrolling. I snuck in around three am one night and Mom was waiting for me. Of course, I had just finished fighting a group of vampires and looked completely trashed. Mom asked me to explain myself. So I decided to tell her the truth." Buffy's eyes started to water as she thought of that memory.
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Buffy stared at Joyce blankly. She should tell her. "Buffy, what were you doing?" Joyce demanded in a raised voice.
Buffy took a deep breath. Then, she brought her eyes up to look her mother in the face. "I was out fighting vampires."
Her mother stared at her blankly. "What did you just say?" hoping that she didn't hear the same answer.
"I was saving the world by fighting vampires."
"Alright, Honey," Joyce frowned skeptically. Knowing her daughter was normally not dangerous, but this idea Buffy had in here head was very scary and tremendously crazy. "Go to bed, Buffy."
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Buffy remembered feeling like she had lifted a weight from her shoulders. The tears started to fall. Buffy tried to speak, but her sound choked off. "I guess she told Dad what I said and the next day, I was put into a mental institution. They didn't believe me, and it hurt so much. Now that I think about it, that was the day where the real thoughts of divorce started." Buffy started to sob, remember the pain from those days. Angel pulled her to his chest and comforted her. He knew that he was the only one she could load that much stuff onto. He really felt bad that Buffy had experienced so much damage from her past. He knew she had felt guilty for her parent's divorce, he just never knew why, until now.
"We will be landing momentarily, so please buckle in," was announced over the speaker. Angel and Buffy were both firmly planted into their seats.
Buffy looked up with her tear soaked eyes. "I guess we're here." She gingerly wiped the tears away. Angel was worried about her, but he decided to let it alone.
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When Angel and Buffy gathered their luggage, the found a chauffer waiting for them as a luxury from the producers of the TV show. Buffy and Angel just sat in the back of the limo and both refused champagne. The person sitting in front of them was a producer on the show that was acting like he was evaluating them. He couldn't stop staring at the odd couple was. That blond is so pretty. She could make it in show business. He started to tilt his head looking up and down her like a piece of meat.
Buffy noticed this and was starting to get annoyed. Great, another one of the male species. Excuse me, Sir, will you tell us what we're doing today, or are you done drooling over me yet?"
He looked up suddenly. Had I been that noticeable? The darker man glared at him. "Well, Mr. Angel-"
"It's just Angel," the other man growled.
"-Angel and Ms. Summers, first, we will be planning what you want your buildings-"
"Wait, BUILDINGSsss, as in plural? I thought we were only working on Wolfram & Hart," Buffy said.
"Same here. I wasn't informed that we were doing another building," agreed Angel.
"I am very well aware of that, but I wasn't suppose to tell you until later. Ty told all of the producers that your organization helps people, no girls only who have special abilities and you help to teach them how to control their abilities and then general teachings, am I correct?" Buffy nodded. God, she is gorgeous. Even when she got angry, he could tell that she was beautiful. "Since you have over a couple thousand people living with you, and apparently more should shortly come to move in. People should be comfy, so we decided to add more floors and rooms to it. We will make everything better for your plans. You will not have to worry about water and electricity. We can make it all work so you don't have to pay a penny."
Buffy smiled, "That will be so helpful. Thank you."
The car stopped and it was time to make plans. The chauffer opened the door. The man stepped out and held a hand for Buffy. She accepted it then he pulled her along. Angel got out, surprised that Buffy followed the producer. He followed closely behind them. Buffy was trying to run in high heels and her skirt was tight and didn't flow. "Mr. Lipson, why are we running?" Buffy asked getting quite annoyed.
"Just worried that we will be late. The meeting is starting at 12:30. Want to be on time." He was out of breath.
Buffy looked at her watch. "It's like 11:45."
Perfect timing. "We have to do something before we are in the meeting." Andrew Lipson led her into a room before Angel could catch up to them. After the door closed, Buffy pulled him off her.
"What the hell is your problem?" she asked, rubbing the red hand print on her wrist. "Mr. Lipson-"
"Please, call me Drew," he interrupted.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine, Drew answer me!" she exclaimed. The door behind her locked and she went to open it. She kept pulling on it and it wouldn't budge. "What is this?" she asked in a growl.
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Angel walked down the hallway. Mr. Lipson had dragged her away, leaving Angel in the dust. He thought he caught the sight of something golden blond turning the corner. He quickly rounded the corner, but found nothing at the end of that hallway. He tried to follow her scent, but he couldn't find it, which was an extremely odd concept. Are the vamp senses disappearing? No, they can't be, not now! "Buffy!" Angel called out. "Buffy!" To his left, he heard a scream that came from far off that sounded like Buffy. He ran for it.
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"I'm sorry, Buffy; I didn't mean to deceive you." Drew smirked to himself.
"What is this, some kind of sick joke?" Buffy accused. Her voice became concerned. "Why are you hiding?"
"Buffy, I have known you were The Slayer the whole time. When I met you, I realized how pretty you are." His voice turned sly. "I want to know the real you."
Buffy shuddered at the thought as she understood what he meant. She turned to the door and heard Angel's calls to her. "Angel, ANGEL!" she exclaimed. She was banging on the door trying to be heard, but Buffy heard his feet walk by the door. "Angel!"
"He can not hear you. He thinks you are farther down the hall, thanks to the magical acoustics in this place." Buffy darted towards him, then realized that her skirt was too tight for kicks. She kicked off her shoes, and then stared at the lining of her skirt, causing it to rip up to her hip. Then, she attacked. The man blocked her kick and threw her into a wall. Then Drew said, "I'm sorry you couldn't just accept this." He pulled his hands out and started chanting under his breath.
Buffy felt her limbs being pulled up. She tried to pull back, but she couldn't. She was pinned against the wall by her hands and feet. She barely touched the ground. Drew slowly floated towards her. "Let me go!" she exclaimed. Buffy kept trying to pull against the invisible bindings.
"I'm afraid I won't do that, Buffy." He touched her face. She flinched, but he held her chin. Then, he slowly ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, lightly playing with her panty line. He then grasped the top of her panties with his finger tips and slowly, but painfully pulled them off her. Drew continued to work on her shirt.
Buffy had to think of something, and FAST! She whispered something, "Unbind my body from this wall. Let me stop this guy and watch him fall." Buffy felt the restricting binds loosening, but she pinned against the wall by Drew's weight with him attacking her shirt, she just stayed against the wall, with every button coming undone. By the time her feet completely touched the ground, he was down to her bra, kissing, suckling, and nibbling he neck. She sent out a telepathic message to Angel, so he could pinpoint where she was. Finally, it was down to just her. Warlocks had one major weakness. Buffy remembered reading it; sharp, metal objects, but she needed to find one. "Mmm…" Buffy said, as a warm, fuzzy feeling rushed throughout her body.
"You are going to be the best I've ever had, Slayer," Drew whispered into her ear.
Angel broke through the door. It distracted Drew long enough. Buffy punched him in the face, then sent him a snap kick in head. He went backwards into the wall. Buffy hurried to Angel's side. "Do have any sharp metal on you?" Angel noticed the look of her body, the rips in her clothes, her bare chest, the smell of saliva all over her. He knew another man had touched her, and neither of them liked it. "Angel!" Buffy exclaimed, worried that the warlock would be right up.
"Sorry," Angel said. He pulled out throwing stars and handed them to Buffy, which handed him an arched brow.
She took the weapons. "Hey, Drew!" She called as Drew started to rise. "Sorry it had to end this way." She threw the stars, one hitting him in the stomach, the other in the heart. The warlock screamed and combusted into nothing, but ash. Buffy mumbled, "Well, I never expected that to happen again so soon."
Angel rushed back to her side and placed his hand on her cheek. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He put light kisses all over her face.
She nodded. "Yeah, just a little embarrassed."
"About what? You're not telling me you let him do that to you."
"Sort of at the end. Part of my plan until you busted in." She smiled at him.
"Hahaha," he said sarcastically. Both people thought Who cares? Angel and Buffy attacked each other's lips, the kiss becoming passionate. The couple was prepared to go all the way, until somebody walked into the doorway.
"Good morning, Angel and Buffy!" exclaimed the man at the doorway, holding a megaphone. Buffy was embarrassed about her appearance, so she his behind Angel, so she could button up the blouse and jacket. She hated wearing suits, but she did that. Buffy finished getting her thong and shoes on, while the man at the door took out a pen and paper, jotted something down, and then smiled at them. "Hi guys, sorry for the interruption, but our meeting started, so we should get going."
Buffy mentally kicked herself. Shit! "We're sorry," Buffy walked over to the man. "I didn't catch your name. I'm Buffy Summers and this is my boyfriend, Angel." They each shook the man's hand.
"Hi, I'm Ty Pennington, host of the show. "Nice to meet you," Angel stated. Ty waved his hand, a sign for them to follow.
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The three people talked on the way to the meeting. "I'm glad you decided to use us as one of you examples. It's very exciting," Buffy commented. "So, I heard that you know about what goes bump in the night."
"Oh, you mean vampires and demons, right?" Buffy nodded with wide eyes. Ty pulled something out from under his shirt. It was a black cross. "This was my father's apparently passed down for generations, along with stories of the slayers of each generation. This cross was given to one of my great, great, great so on and so forth grandma after her sister died. Apparently, that aunt was a slayer and died because of vampires. This information had been passed down and my family has kept the tradition up and I doubt it will stop with me."
"Wow, that's cool. So, do you still fight vampires, or have you been doing construction instead?" Buffy asked.
Ty looked away. "I've gotten out of slaying, especially now that we have been introducing the show. Maybe you guys can try to shape me up."
Angel answered, "I'm sure we can do that."
"Thanks," Ty smiled. The group turned left down the hallway, then right into an elevator. "How long have you been a slayer?"
"Don't you know everything? I'm the slayer who changed the ways of this natural system." He nodded. "I've been slaying for almost…" She went to the back of her mind. Oh my God! "… almost ten years." She even sounded surprised.
"I'm assuming you are among the longest living slayers then."
"You kept up on the slayer facts then," Buffy complimented.
Ty nodded, "Yeah, I never have actually met an actual slayer though. My family has always crossed paths with a slayer, but I've been waiting for my turn."
"Glad I could help, although, you will be helping us a great deal more." By this time, the elevator reached to the foyer. "Wow, the damage in here is astonishing."
Ty stated, "I'm even surprised any of the electricity still works, let alone that it's still standing."
"I suspect I know why," Angel mumbled. He saw the crushed pillar from his fight with the liaison. "How easy will it be to replace this building?"
"That's why we're here to try. See if we can build these two buildings in two weeks." The group was at the meeting spot. "Here we are." He moved aside. "Guests first."
Angel turned to Buffy. "Guess that means you're up." Angel allowed Buffy to enter first, referring to old fashioned ways, then he followed her in. Ty coming in behind them last.
"Sorry that we're late," Ty announced. "Their flight was delayed. This group is our two designers and two architects for this show, and our main producer, Andrew Lipson. Everyone, this is Buffy and Angel. Buffy, Angel, these are our designers Michael and Tracy," he pointed to the girl in a lot of pink and one of the men. He was dressed up in a trendy sports coat. "And our architects, Paul and Preston."
"Nice to meet you all," Buffy stated. The group stared at her waiting for commands.
"You guys can sit down. Now, what do you need for this place to become a school?" Buffy and Angel sat down, both giving specific details for the Wolfram & Hart building. The only problem was the team didn't know why some items were needed.