Title: Love in Darkness
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own not Buffy, so no sue por favor, I'm just your regular fanfiction writer trying to …not be sued! LoL. No really, I'm like…not even old enough to drink, so come on now, why would I have money?
Author's Notes: AU! LoL, like severely. This is in response to a challenge that I cannot remember, but I do know that the requirements were, it takes please in season 2, Angel is human, and a senior at Sunnydale High, and there's a whole mystery about him. But that's all I'm going to tell you, the rest, you read. ^_^
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"Love in Darkness"
He whom love touches not walks in darkness.
Love will make men dare to die for
Their beloved love alone
And women will as well.
~ Unknown to me…
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The Bronze was a wild scene this night. The band played as the local teenagers danced furiously on the floor, like nothing was going on in the back alley, and of course to them, it was just another night of fun, but for Buffy Summers, it was time for work. Play ended at Daybreak for her, and started at dawn—and even then, she never escaped being the Slayer.
She gripped her stake and slammed her fist into the vampires face, kicking him in the stomach as he soared a few feet back. "Now, we can finish this nice and quick, and tell me what you guys have planning to raise or…"
The vampire charged for her, and she swept him off his feet, slamming the stake in his chest, "Of course, they always go for door number two." She grumbled, "Why can't they just once tell me the who, what, when, where and why—it'd make things so much simpler." She shrugged, it wasn't as though someone would come through the shadows and offer her an answer.
"Slayer," the demon hissed coming out of the shadows, "I have an offer for you, some info I think you'd love to know." *I stand corrected, * she thought. She slapped her hands to her thighs and said, "Waiting…"
"Cash?" She rolled her eyes, "I have a Watcher to get me info." She turned to leave.
"Wait, wait, come on…"
She grinned, "You gonna tell me?"
"I'll make it cheap…"
She held up her stake, "How 'bout I let you live." He recoiled, "Ok, ok, I'll tell."
"Bout time."
"I don't know who they're bringing up, but I hear it's big. Whatever this thing is, you don't want it to come out. The ritual is supposed to…take place somewhere of worship. Tell your Watcher that the group calls themselves the Derekon. I don't know what they're rustlin' up, but it's gonna be big, that's what I can gather." She nodded her head, "That it?"
He nodded. "Ok…"
Buffy turned to leave.
"What about my fee, you got to give me a little somethin'…" The demon said taking an unsure step toward the Slayer.
She rolled her eyes, "Fine." She pulled out a five-dollar bill and threw it at him, "Hey!" She glared at him, "No, no, five is good…"
She turned her back on him and went back inside.
He grumbled as he left the alley. "Cheap bitch." A tall-cloaked vampire stood in his way, "Good. That will lead her to us." The vampire handed him the wad of cash. The demon grinned, "See that's why I like dealin' with you bad evil types, you pay a snitch good money." He started to walk away and then his eyes widened and he stopped dead in his tracks falling forward into the puddle of water.
"We also tend to turn on our allies…"
The vampire slid back into the shadows disappearing with an evil smirk on his face into the darkness.
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Cordelia walked into the Bronze, her dress clinging in all the right places, her make up perfect, and her hair awesome; she looked hot, and she knew it. She smiled broadly as she leaned against the wall by the door talking to one of her usual cronies, "So I told Chad that if he wanted to date me, he had to get a car and be in college, cause the likeliness of me dating such a loser is…."
She cut herself off at the site of the man that had just walked through the doors of the Bronze. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He wore a black leather jacket, loose that seemed to flap in the wind if he were outside. His brow was deep set, a white shirt stood out under the jacket, the only thing that wasn't black. Cordelia checked out his…attributes, his black pants were snug and fit; she definitely liked what she saw. She turned to her friend and said, "Pick up the phone, dial 9-1-1, cause this boy's going to need oxygen by the time I'm done…"
She pushed off the wall and walked toward him and stopped in horror as he moved toward Xander Harris and his group of loser friends. She watched as his eyes beamed at the site of Buffy.
She glared at him.
"Hey Xander," Angel said waving a little.
Xander smiled, "Hey Angel." He waited a beat and saw Angel's eyes shifting toward the others. "Oh yeah, um, guys this is Angel, Angel these are the guys." Buffy looked up from the mini-kissing session she and Matt were having and smiled at him, suddenly she caught his eyes. She looked into his almond eyes and felt her heart melt as she meekly said, "H-hi." Angel nodded slowly, he too feeling the same kind of melt.
Willow clung to Oz and said, "Hi Angel, I'm Willow," she placed a hand on Oz and said, "This is Oz." She pointed, "That's Buffy, and her boyfriend Matt."
For some reason, the term boyfriend, and Matt seemed estranged to Buffy, then she came back to her senses, "Yup, this is Matt. My boyfriend." He gave her a small smile, "Nice meeting you." He looked around at the table, "All of you." Buffy smiled, kissed Matt one more time, and then snuck a look back at Angel.
Matt stared at Angel and said, "So where are you from Angel?"
Angel grabbed a chair from a nearby table and slid in next to Xander, "Oh, I'm from Ireland, originally, and then we moved to Texas."
"Texas?" Buffy replied with a smirk. Angel laughed, "Yeah, Texas. It was a big change from Ireland to America, especially to the state of stereotypes."
"Well we all have stereotypes."
He nodded, "Well yeah, I mean if I didn't know any better I'd say you were Valley girl blond from L.A. who's head cheerleader here and May Queen."
Buffy looked down and said, "I'm from L.A. I was a Valley girl, and something like a May Queen there and I was a cheerleader. Head of the freshman squad." Angel blushed, "Sorry…"
She laughed, "Don't be, that was like forever ago. I'm…I'm over it." She took a deep breath and then said, "But you! You do not look Irish, and the whole name Angel, isn't that like…Spanish?" Angel smirked, "My name's Liam Angelus Grayson." Buffy stared at him, "Ok, that's not so American…or Spanish." He laughed, "Yeah, it's not, you should've seen me with my accent. Anyway, they call me Angel because of my middle name, Angelus. I was named after my granddah back in Ireland." For a second the old Irish accent slipped back into his voice for the last four words bringing a smile to Buffy's face, *He's really cute… *
Matt had been smiling at the new guy, he was all right, at least until he watched Buffy's face. He looked back to Angel, and they were making eye contact, it was as if no one else was in the room. *Now this can't be good, * he thought. He swallowed hard, and he felt like slamming his fist into someone, preferably a certain someone who was wearing black leather…
He snapped out of his deep thought as he heard Buffy's voice, "Matt, Matt you ok?" He looked into Buffy's green eyes and slowly nodded, "I'm…fine." All of a sudden, he jumped at the sound of his beeper. "Oh shit…"
He pulled it out and said, "I have to go sweetie, my mom seems to think that my curfew is ending now." Buffy nodded slowly, "Oh." She stood up and let him get up off the chair and leave. He took one last look at Angel, looked him up and down, turned back to Buffy and said, "I'll see you at school tomorrow, love ya." He kissed her and walked out the door.
The others turned back to Angel, as he watched Matthew leave, and said, "So why are you here in Sunnydale?"
Angel gave them a small smile and said, "I'm living here with some of my relatives."
"Where are your parents?" Willow asked as she threaded her hand with Oz's.
"Oh. They're," he looked to the ground, "Um, they're dead." The group fell silent and Buffy quickly said, "Sorry." He smiled and said, "It's ok. It was…in an accident. I'm fine." He swallowed hard and suddenly heard the song playing, "Oh this is an awesome song."
Buffy nodded, "Yeah, it's one of my favorites."
He looked up, "Would it be…imposing if I asked you to dance?" Buffy chuckled, "No. Come on." Angel and Buffy hopped off the stools, and she followed him as he led her to the dance floor.
She took his hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist, and she placed her other hand on his shoulder as they moved slowly to the song, the words ringing in their ears. She looked into his eyes, so familiar, and distant, yet so close…and again, so familiar, as if they'd met in another time, another place. She felt silly now, she felt like one of those people in a cheesy romance novel. However, she couldn't deny it, he had beautiful eyes, and ever so slowly, whatever distance between them disappeared, and her hands wrapped around his neck, his hands wrapped around her waist protectively, and she laid her head on his shoulders and closed her eyes.
Cordelia stood a good distance away and glared with sickness, "Why is this happening to me." She placed a hand on her forehead and shook it slowly in humiliation. "God, please, please kill me now…"
One of her cronies came by and said, "Hey Cordy isn't that the guy you were…"
"No." Cordelia said flatly, "No." She shook her head, grabbed her companion, and walked away.
