Disclaimer- I own nothing, but Anne, Daniel and maybe a few others you dont reconize. Please don't sue. I've got nothing to give but the pencil I originally wrote this down with.

Summary- Anne is having nightmares and flashbacks about everything that happened to her in Sunnydale. Someone new comes to Los Angeles and shows her everything she ever feared.

A/U- Yes, its true, I did infact write this down on paper before writting it on my laptop, and the truth is, it took damn long.

A/U 2- I took Annes relationship with all of the characters in a completely different direction in the story. Almost everyones relationships are becoming tense—except for Buffy and Angels.

Pairings- B/A, (The rest are implied) B/R, B/S, W/T, W/X, X/A, X/C, C/D, C/A, A/D, and some others. Buffy and her mothers relationship is also threatened throughout the story. Be warned, Buffyverse as we all know it may be destroyed. -gasp-

A/N 3- Flashbacks are always written in Italic, the t.v is written in Bold Italic, and thoughts are written with ' ' not "" or . Dont worry, you wont be confused.

Buffy looked in on her sleeping daughter, knowing Angel was looking in on Daniel, although she knew she'd go in to check on him later anyway. Smiling, she walked into her daughters room, loving how cute she looked curled up next to Piggy and Mr Gordo. Buffy walked over to her sleeping baby, stroking her hair. Buffy smiled at the little snore that came from her sleeping child–it was identical to hers, although she'd never admit it.

"I love you, Anne."

Buffy whispered, kissing Annes forehead. Anne stirred a bit, but Buffy just shushed her, soothing her. Buffy knew that most of the time, Anne needed to be assured of who she was with and where she was when she was sleeping. Buffy only figured it as because what happened to them back in Sunnydale.

Buffy was convinced it was all her fault. She should have protected her daughter better. She failed...miserably. She knew Anne didn't blame her. Anne didn't understand the situation enough to blame her. Buffy felt hot tears threatening to sill at the though of everything that happened. Anne watched Riley rape Buffy, she was abused by him in more then one way, and knew all along Angel was her father.

After all that, why didn't she say something?

Riley. That was the key word. He probably threatened her. Or threatened to hurt her family–especially her mommy and the daddy she didn't know. Riley knew Angel and he had to have known deep inside that Anne was far from being his daughter. And god knows what happened when she died. He was with Anne for months at a time, alone, and nobody had any right saying anything about it. Except Buffy; but her death prevented her from speaking.

But then she came back and baby Anne was no less normal then usual–but slept with her mother for months after that. Buffy figured it was because she missed her–not that she was complaining. Buffy spent most of her time crying and watching Anne anyway, so just that someone was grateful about her being alive again without the reason being slaying.

Her thoughts were wandering too far from what they started as, and frankly, her head hurt.

Standing from Anne's bed, Buffy bent down once more to put a kiss on Anne's forehead, then turned around and walked out of her room, closing the door silently behind her.

Anne drowsily opened her eyes, slightly clutching Piggy and Mr Gordo closer to herself.

"Mommy?"

She whispered tearfully, rubbing her eyes. She heard her mother breathing heavily outside her door and knew what she was doing.

Crying.

So many nights Anne heard Buffy crying, especially after Riley came over. At the thought of him, she cried, pushing her face into the pillow to silence herself. Twenty minutes of crying, she was fast asleep.

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Anne woke up at 6:30 in the morning with a start, Piggy and Mr Gordo dropping to the floor. She couldn't remember what caused her to wake up like that but it could have been one of a few things.

Either the pointy teeth men.

Or Riley.

Or Riley as a pointy teeth man.

Sighing softly, she got up and slid off her bed, picking up both stuffed pigs in the process. Sneaking out of her room as quietly as she could, she made her way up to the lobby of the hotel. Angel put a t.v in almost every room for his daughter–spoiled her royally. Buffy wasn't exactly pleased about that but couldn't stop him either. Anne was his little girl and when it came to her, he was unstoppable.

In the lobby, Anne walked over to the tv and put it on. "South Park" was on, an episode Anne had seen before. She liked watching "South Park", but wasn't allowed to watch it at all because her mother told her it was a 'Bad show'. And her grandmother told her she was very naughty for watching it, and that caused a huge fight between Buffy and Joyce that even Angel was too nervous to intervene.

"The Wacky Molestation Adventure" episode was on, one that Anne remembered completely.

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"Well, you could make them go away for a while. I mean, you could call the police and have them take your parents away."

"The police?"

"Yeah, I saw it on t.v. All you have to do is call the police and say both your parents 'molestered' you."

"What's that?"

"I don't know, but it works. When I wanted to get rid of my moms last boyfriend, I just called the police and said that he was 'molestering' me and I haven't seen him in three months."

"Wow–Three months without parents."

"But what do the police do to them?"

"Who cares? My parents deserve whatever they get! They're liars and cheats!"

"But you have to make it convincing, though. When you call the police, you have to be like, 'My parents molestered me!'"

"My parents molestered me."

"No, but you gotta cry like this.." Cartman began to whimper. "'My parents molestered me.' And then they'll say something like 'was it a good touch or a bad touch?' and you say it was a good touch. No wait, you say it was a bad touch."

"What's bad touch?"

"Something about a swimsuit, I don't remember. But you definitely answer 'Bad touch'."

"Okay, molestered–bad touch."

"Yeah, and cry."

Kyle begins to wail.

"Oh, he's ready."

Anne blinked, staring at the t.v, remembering what Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were talking about. She didn't understand what 'molstered' meant, but if it got rid of Riley, like Cartman said it would, she'd do it.

Picking up the phone, she dialed 911 and waited.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Mama's Riley 'molestered' me. Take him bye-bye."

"How old are you, little girl? Where do you live?"

"Rovello Drive. And I am three. Can you please make him go bye?"

"What did he do?"

"'Molestered' me."

"There are officers coming to your house."

"Are they- -."

"Who is that?"

Riley walked over to Anne and snatched the phone out of her hand, but the police had already tracked the phone call and were already on their way.

"Who were you talking to?," he yelled.

"Police."

Anne was scared–knowing just how Riley got when he was angry.

"Hello?," the operator called out, hearing Riley shouting.

Riley slammed the phone down and Anne ran for Buffys room at top speed. Riley ran after her, catching her at the top of the stairs. Screaming, she tried to get away; squirming and struggling. Downstairs, sirens approached the Summers residence.

Willow and Buffy ran out of her room, hearing the screaming and now, sirens.

"Riley!"

Buffy screamed, seeing red at the sight of him hurting her daughter–or attempting to. Running up to them, she grabbed Anne, taking her from his hands. For once, she didn't have to throw death threats at Riley to get him to release Anne from his death grip.

"Police! Open up!"

Willow passed the trio, and went down the stairs to get the door. Buffy could hear the t.v going on in the living room–Cartmans voice screaming 'Outlander! We have your woman, Outlander!' But at that moment, she didn't care. Anne was shaking and crying in her arms. And how did the cops know to come? Did Anne call them? Was that why Riley was so angry?

Willow opened the door and the cops came in; a woman and two men–backup waiting outside.

"We got a 911 call from this residence. That a little girl called saying she was being molested. We're going to need to investigate the matter."

The two men walked up the steps to Riley.

"Are you Riley?" They got his name from the phone call.

"Yeah."

"You'll have to come with us."

When the two men escorted Riley out, it was the woman's turn to intervene. She walked up the stairs, seeing that the child was terribly frightened.

"Ma'am, are you and the child alright?"

Buffy shook her head numbly.

"No."

"Then you should come down to the station and make a report."

"I cant."

"Why not?"

"He might..."

"We'll protect you both."

"I cant."

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"My parents 'molestered' me- -."

Anne shut the t.v off and looked at the VCR players clock: 7am. With a yawn, she grabbed the pigs and made her way down to her parents bedroom.

"Mama?"

She called out to the darkness. Realizing her parents were asleep, she tip-toed to their bed and crawled in, finding a spot between her mother and father that would have had been impossible to find if she wasn't so small. Snuggling in between the two, she relaxed, but felt that something was wrong. Daddy felt...cold. And mommy felt weird. Sitting up and pushing her parents apart, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, seeing her mother tied to the bed. She moved back, only to hit the body of her father–but he didn't move. Moving away from them both, a shadow came from behind her, appearing from the doorway.

"Dan-Dan."

She whispered, seeing the man holding him. The lights flicked on and in front of her eyes, her brother was just a bundle on the ground. She looked back at her mother, hearing her trying to scream. Another turn she came face to face with her nightmare.

Riley.

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Anne screamed at the top of her lungs as she was being shaken awake by her grandmother. Anne was curled up on the floor in front of the t.v, "South Park" still flashing on the screen. Buffy rushed up from her bedroom, seeing her mother hovering over her screaming baby. Pushing her mother out of the way, none too gently, she picked Anne up, cradling her in her arms.

"Baby, its okay. Mommy's here."

She whispered to her, hoping it would calm her some. Anne clutched onto Buffy, still half asleep. Joyce just looked on, half amazed, half offended seeing what was going on in front of her. Didn't Buffy trust her enough to take care of Anne? No, she was still angry at her. It was Angels idea to let her stay there, not her daughters. She was pretty angry about that.

"Anne? Anne, baby? Tell mommy what happened."

"Dream...bad...R-R..."

She cried, looking up at her mother.

"He...came back," she whispered.

Buffy shook her head, intending on telling Anne, and convincing her also, that Riley was gone. He was gone forever and wasn't coming back.

"No, baby. He didn't come back and he wont ever come back. You're safe, and I'm safe. You don't have to worry about him anymore."

"But he did. I re--"

She looked from her mother to the t.v.

All the parents were being taken away.

Buffy walked over to the t.v, with Anne still in her arms, and shut it. Looking over at her mother, she glared slightly, and then turned to head downstairs, making sure she didn't forget Piggy and Mr Gordo, because if she did, she knew there'd be hell to pay.

Joyce didn't know why she was just glared at, but she intended on finding out. She followed Buffy as she made her way downstairs, knowing she was headed down to her and Angels bedroom. When Buffy walked into the bedroom with Anne, Angel was sitting up on the bed waiting for them. He knew once Buffy took a beeline towards the other room, that the situation was one that Buffy wanted to handle herself, so he had checked on Daniel before returning to their room.

Buffy sat down with Anne, and put her in between both herself and Angel, so she would feel safer. Buffy looked to the door of the room, seeing her mother standing there.

"What do you want?"
"Buffy..."

At the tone of her voice, Angel knew she was upset, so he was hoping that he might be able to calm her down. But even though he called her name she ignored him. She was waiting for an answer from her mother. Anne, knowing her mother was upset for more then one reason, curled up next to her father, causing him to slightly forget the task at hand and hold Anne closer to him.

"I said, what do you want?"
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"Cant it wait?"
"No."

Buffy sighed frustratedly and looked back at Anne, stroking her hair.

"Are you going to be okay, baby?"

Anne nodded and snuggled closer to Angel. Buffy smiled at her soon-to-be husband and then stood from the bed, walking past her mother and going upstairs. She didn't want to wake up Daniel or make a scene in front of Anne.

They walked into the lobby, away from the downstairs bedrooms.

"Well?"
"Why are you doing this to me? Isolating me from Anne and Daniels lives?"
"Because you don't belong in their lives."
"Why do you feel like that? Why are you so cold towards me?"
"Why do you act like just because you're my mother you have special rights to my children?"

"I'm their grandmother. I deserve to know them."
"No you don't! Not after five years of mistakes!"

"I didn't make any mistakes. You did! Having Anne was a mistake, leaving for a year was a mistake—shall I go on?"

Now, Buffy's blood was boiling.

"Having Anne was a mistake?," she growled out.

Joyce was now less confident then before. As a matter of fact, she was about to hide in a darkened corner of the room at Buffy's tone.

"Thats not what I meant, Buffy."
"No, I think thats exactly what you meant."
"Buffy, please, I didn't..."
"No! You did! People don't just go around saying things they don't mean. You think she's a mistake. Why? Because I was so young? Or was it because I left when you told me you were going to take her away from me? Which was it, mom?"

"I thought you were throwing your life away. Then you announce you're going to be with Riley when she doesn't even have his last name, I thought that was a bit foolish."
"Who cares what you think? And I never announced I was going to be with him. He just pushed himself into our life, and he had you believing all his goody-two shoes lies. Shows how much you know."
"How was I supposed to know he was bad, Buffy? How? I don't have the senses that you have--"

"Oh, so now thats a valid excuse? I told you when I saw you after coming back with Anne that he wasn't good, that I didn't want to be with him, but you kept on pushing; 'Hes such a good boy, Buffy, and he really seems to care about you. Are you going to deprive Anne of a father?' Obviously, Anne was better off without a father—the life I had thought and planned out was best, but you insisted. You had to butt into our lives, and guess what, mom? He is the one that hurt my daughter and one of my good friends. Let alone him raping me and making sure Anne watched. Does that sound like a 'good boy' to you, mom?"

"Mommy?"

Buffy turned around, hearing Anne's small voice from the hallway. She was standing there with just Piggy in her arms, looking smaller then she actually was. Buffy's eyes softened at the sight of her, and she kneeled down, holding her arms out to her. Anne walked right to her, burying her face in her neck when she reached her.

"Whats wrong, baby?"
"Daddy went to see Dan-Dan, he was crying. I wanted to stay with you."

"Oh, okay. Now, we can go back with daddy in the bedroom. Mommy is done talking to grandma."
"Mommy?"

"What, princess?"
"Was I a very bad mistake? Do you hate me?"

Buffy's heart broke into tiny little pieces at her words. She had heard the conversation. Holding her at arms length so she could look into her eyes, she shook her head.

"No, Anne, you're no mistake. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. And I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I will always love you, do you understand me?"

Anne nodded and hugged her mother again, needing her love and comfort. Buffy sniffled and hugged her daughter, knowing she was going through a lot and the only thing she could do for her was be there. She couldn't erase the past and if she could, she was get rid of the fact that she ever looked at Riley. Ever. She picked up Anne and turned to face her mother again—she was even more scared in appearance then before. She knew Buffy would kill her because of what was said about Anne.

"You better be gone by tomorrow afternoon. I don't ever want to see you here again—or near either of my children."

And with that, she turned her back on her and walked back down to the bedrooms.