Title: Love Conquers All
Author: Vampchick
E-mail: lilbuffyfreak@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: I don't own BTVS or Angel. I wish I did. Then Riley would suffer. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned over the B/A breakup.
Author's notes: No vampires. No demons. No hellmouth. Just my little world of Buffy. Starts out B/R (sorry), ends B/A, Spike/Drusilla, Willow/Oz, Xander/Anya, Cordelia/Doyle, Giles/Jenny, Gunn/Fred, Wesley/Faith. I know the Alibi is in Sunnydale, but I needed it in L.A.
Distribution: Just tell me where and you can take it.
Synopsis: Buffy is a college student who's falling back in school because of her recent rebellious habits. At the insistence of her parents and the school, she is assigned a tutor (guess who that it? (), who is actually an undercover cop trying to get her to spill about the gang that she is involved with, and dating the gang leader, plans. But they find themselves falling in love. But the gang leader won't let Buffy go so easily…
Feedback: Yes. It is my life.
Dedication: To my fellow B/A shippers. Do not stop fighting. And to all those who hate Riley. Also to Karissa and Kristi, you guys were right. I have WAY too much free time on my hands.
Rating: Uh, PG-13 for swearing. I don't know. If you watch the show you can read this.
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Chapter one
The Alibi Room, a home to away from home for gangs and criminals. Cigarette smoke drifted through the air. The stench of alcohol was on every person in the bar. Drunken loats grabbed at women who walked by. The atmosphere itself was awful. Too awful for a young college girl to be in. And yet, Buffy Anne Summers was there. And she liked it. Dressed in tight leather pants, a tight tube top, and a leather jacket, she fit right in. and it helped that she was dating the top gang leader of Los Angeles: Riley Finn. (Sorry I had too(). Riley Finn was the leader of the gang "The Initiative", one wanted for several accounts of all kinds. But even the police were too frightened of them to take them down. And who could blame them?
Willy, the owner of the Alibi, walked up to the table where the Initiative sat. the gang mainly consisted of teenagers and runaways. The only one with any civilized manners was the Summers girl. Willy always wondered how a nice girl like her ended up with a crowd like them. But when he asked her about it when Finn wasn't around, she just looked at him. Then she answered, "I wish I knew." But when Finn walked up to her, the good girl Buffy instantly disappeared, and gang girl Summers was back. Willy had a feeling that, just maybe, she might regret her choice of company. He stood at the table of the most feared and powerful gang in L.A. "Can I get anybody anything?" he asked, his eyes darting to every face at the table. He kept stopping on the face of the Summers girl. she was so innocent, yet into such danger. What did this girl get herself into, he thought. The Summers girl sat on the lap of Riley Finn, her lips locked with his. At the sound of Willy's voice, Finn pulled away and looked at him. Willy shuddered. He never like it when Finn looked directly into his eyes. The gang leader always has a strange kind of, to Willy, homicidal look in his eyes. One that scared Willy down to the bone. As far as Willy was concerned, the guy was not right in the head.
Finn grinned up at Willy. Riley Finn was, by far, every girl's dream guy, in looks at least. He was tall, with blonde hair, which was usually around his face, blue eyes, and very muscular. But in the sense of attitude behavior, he wasn't the perfect angel he looks like. He was the exact opposite. "Yeah, Willy. The usual for all of us. Except for my baby here," he said, indicating Buffy with a sneer. "She'll have a tequila. Gonna be drink like a real woman tonight. Just like Faith." Buffy grinned and looked over to the brunette sitting beside her. Faith was the real bad girl of the gang. She moved to Los Angeles four years ago from Boston with a bad rep. She was arrested or assault and robbery basically ever week. She was a heave drinker and always had a new "boy toy" every night. Faith only wore leather, never anything else, and when she walked into a room, all men's eyes followed.
The brunette grinned back at Buffy and turned her attention to Willy. "Yo, fool. You deaf or somethin'? We ordered our drinks. Now go get them. and make mine a double," Faith said, glaring at the bar owner. Willy smiled nervously and walked away. God, I hate gangs!, he thought as he placed the order. Faith laughed at the bartender and looked at the blonde sitting beside her. "Damn, B. you really know how to dress now. Doesn't leather beat jeans?" she asked. Buffy smiled at Faith's use of her nickname. Faith had pegged Buffy with the name "B" when they had first met. And the compliment of her wardrobe didn't go unnoticed. In the beginning, Buffy hadn't been leather clad wearing and bad girlish. She had been innocent, sweater and jean clad, college girl. But thanks to Faith, she now blended in. "Thanks, Faith. Leather is so much better than jeans. Don't why it took me so long to realize it." Riley reached up and slipped his hand under the back of her leather jacket. "You just needed some guidance, baby. Which is what we're here for," he said, pulling her face down to his, catching her lips in a hungry kiss. Faith grimaced while the other gang members ignored them. They had all gotten used to their so called displays of "affection", but everyone knew what kind of a guy Riley was. Buffy was only temporary. Just a little toy for him; to keep him occupied. They all knew he'd tire of her sooner or later. And they all know what could happen to her then. Everyone. Except Buffy, herself.
"Alright you two! Enough! God, don't you two ever stop?," Faith exclaimed. Riley pulled away from Buffy and glared at Faith. "Keep your mouth shut, Faith," he said menacingly. Faith looked away from his glare and into Buffy's surprised face. Faith knew that Buffy didn't know about Riley's mean side; of what he could really do. And Faith hoped she never found out. She was starting to like Buffy. A lot more than any of the other girls Finn brought in. And she didn't want to see something awful happen to her too. "Sorry," she muttered. Willy came back with their drinks, placing them on one tray in the center of the table. "Thanks, Willy," Buffy said. She may be in a gang, but she still wanted to be polite. Willy smiled and hurried away. "You don't have to thank him, B. Nobody ever does," Faith said, taking her double scotch and swigging it back. Buffy shrugged and picked up her tequila. "Habit I guess." Faith shook her head. She'd never understand Buffy's habits. She was polite and sweet, but at the same time, a little bad. Faith had known from the start that Buffy wasn't the kind of girl who should be in a gang. She herself had told the young blonde that, but Buffy insisted that she was. She even had friends outside of the gang. Normal friends. Good friends. Faith had never had that.
She had come from a broken home where her father had taken off and her mother was an alcoholic and Faith was a neglected and abused child who fell in with the wrong crowd. She never had friends. Sure, people she hung around with, but not FRIENDS. Actual people who cared whether she lived or died. Buffy had that and Faith envied her for it. but Buffy seemed to actually care about Faith, and that was one reason Faith liked her. The voice of Riley pulled her back to reality. "Don't worry, baby. Nobody cares," he said, and Faith could see his hands go higher up her back, towards her tube top. She could also see that Buffy was a little uncomfortable with it. Buffy had told Faith that she had only had sex once and it was one of those one night stand things. It had hurt Buffy a lot. Faith had tracked down the guy, a college student by the name of Parker Abrams, and had kicked his ass. Buffy had seemed grateful. But she had also confided in Faith that she wasn't ready to do it again, and Faith knew right away that Finn wouldn't like that . And he hadn't. he got extremely upset and after a large fight, Buffy gave in and slept with him. Faith hadn't seen that Buffy again. Instead, she saw gang gal Buffy.
The blonde leaned down and kissed Riley. When she pulled back, she got off his lap. "Sorry, but I have to go. College classes tomorrow." Riley looked at her and everyone could see the fire in his eyes. "So skip them," he said. Buffy shook her head. "I can't skip any more classes, Riley. I made a promise to my parents that I would stay in college. And I miss another class, they'll kick me out. So, sorry. I'll see ya guys tomorrow." She turned around and left the Alibi Room, many male eyes on her. Riley caught this and growled deep in his chest, causing all the men to look away. Riley sat back in his chair. "Geez, Ri. Give her a break. She may be your toy for now but you don't own her," Faith said and instantly regretted the words. She knew she was pushing it. She was getting Riley mad. And that was never good. Faith had seen what happened to the last girl who had made Finn mad. It wasn't pretty.
Riley leaned forward and grabbed her neck. Faith's eyes bulged out of her head. People around the bar concentrated on anything but the gang, or at least trying to. Three men paid close attention, though, ready to take action if it was called for. Riley looked into Faith's eyes with a steely gaze. "Listen to me, Faith. I own anyone I say I do. I own Buffy. I own the Initiative. Meaning I own YOU. I can do what ever the hell I want to. And when I give orders, people follow them. They listen. Buffy doesn't. But she will. And from now on, you keep that mouth of your shut. Understood?" Faith nodded. Riley let go of her throat and sat back down in his seat as Faith coughed and gasped for breath. Riley glared at her for another moment before turning to the rest of the gang. "Alright people listen. The plan I was talking about earlier goes into effect soon. We have to get rid of the obstacle. And we will. Soon." The Initiative all nodded. Meanwhile, the three men at the bar exchanged looks. "What do ya think, Mate?", the man with the bleached blonde hair asked the man sitting next to him. The man was tall with black hair and chocolate eyes. "I think we found our caller," he replied. The large black man beside them looked from the gang back to the other two men. "But how do we figure out who the target is?" he asked, taking a sip of the beer in his hand. The dark haired man looked at the Initiative. "What else? Get inside the Initiative. And work our way out."
To be continued?
So what did you think? I know, sucky way to end it, but I gotta give some suspense. Review and let me know if you wanna hear the end. Like it? Hate it? In between? Let me know!!!!!!
Author: Vampchick
E-mail: lilbuffyfreak@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: I don't own BTVS or Angel. I wish I did. Then Riley would suffer. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned over the B/A breakup.
Author's notes: No vampires. No demons. No hellmouth. Just my little world of Buffy. Starts out B/R (sorry), ends B/A, Spike/Drusilla, Willow/Oz, Xander/Anya, Cordelia/Doyle, Giles/Jenny, Gunn/Fred, Wesley/Faith. I know the Alibi is in Sunnydale, but I needed it in L.A.
Distribution: Just tell me where and you can take it.
Synopsis: Buffy is a college student who's falling back in school because of her recent rebellious habits. At the insistence of her parents and the school, she is assigned a tutor (guess who that it? (), who is actually an undercover cop trying to get her to spill about the gang that she is involved with, and dating the gang leader, plans. But they find themselves falling in love. But the gang leader won't let Buffy go so easily…
Feedback: Yes. It is my life.
Dedication: To my fellow B/A shippers. Do not stop fighting. And to all those who hate Riley. Also to Karissa and Kristi, you guys were right. I have WAY too much free time on my hands.
Rating: Uh, PG-13 for swearing. I don't know. If you watch the show you can read this.
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Chapter one
The Alibi Room, a home to away from home for gangs and criminals. Cigarette smoke drifted through the air. The stench of alcohol was on every person in the bar. Drunken loats grabbed at women who walked by. The atmosphere itself was awful. Too awful for a young college girl to be in. And yet, Buffy Anne Summers was there. And she liked it. Dressed in tight leather pants, a tight tube top, and a leather jacket, she fit right in. and it helped that she was dating the top gang leader of Los Angeles: Riley Finn. (Sorry I had too(). Riley Finn was the leader of the gang "The Initiative", one wanted for several accounts of all kinds. But even the police were too frightened of them to take them down. And who could blame them?
Willy, the owner of the Alibi, walked up to the table where the Initiative sat. the gang mainly consisted of teenagers and runaways. The only one with any civilized manners was the Summers girl. Willy always wondered how a nice girl like her ended up with a crowd like them. But when he asked her about it when Finn wasn't around, she just looked at him. Then she answered, "I wish I knew." But when Finn walked up to her, the good girl Buffy instantly disappeared, and gang girl Summers was back. Willy had a feeling that, just maybe, she might regret her choice of company. He stood at the table of the most feared and powerful gang in L.A. "Can I get anybody anything?" he asked, his eyes darting to every face at the table. He kept stopping on the face of the Summers girl. she was so innocent, yet into such danger. What did this girl get herself into, he thought. The Summers girl sat on the lap of Riley Finn, her lips locked with his. At the sound of Willy's voice, Finn pulled away and looked at him. Willy shuddered. He never like it when Finn looked directly into his eyes. The gang leader always has a strange kind of, to Willy, homicidal look in his eyes. One that scared Willy down to the bone. As far as Willy was concerned, the guy was not right in the head.
Finn grinned up at Willy. Riley Finn was, by far, every girl's dream guy, in looks at least. He was tall, with blonde hair, which was usually around his face, blue eyes, and very muscular. But in the sense of attitude behavior, he wasn't the perfect angel he looks like. He was the exact opposite. "Yeah, Willy. The usual for all of us. Except for my baby here," he said, indicating Buffy with a sneer. "She'll have a tequila. Gonna be drink like a real woman tonight. Just like Faith." Buffy grinned and looked over to the brunette sitting beside her. Faith was the real bad girl of the gang. She moved to Los Angeles four years ago from Boston with a bad rep. She was arrested or assault and robbery basically ever week. She was a heave drinker and always had a new "boy toy" every night. Faith only wore leather, never anything else, and when she walked into a room, all men's eyes followed.
The brunette grinned back at Buffy and turned her attention to Willy. "Yo, fool. You deaf or somethin'? We ordered our drinks. Now go get them. and make mine a double," Faith said, glaring at the bar owner. Willy smiled nervously and walked away. God, I hate gangs!, he thought as he placed the order. Faith laughed at the bartender and looked at the blonde sitting beside her. "Damn, B. you really know how to dress now. Doesn't leather beat jeans?" she asked. Buffy smiled at Faith's use of her nickname. Faith had pegged Buffy with the name "B" when they had first met. And the compliment of her wardrobe didn't go unnoticed. In the beginning, Buffy hadn't been leather clad wearing and bad girlish. She had been innocent, sweater and jean clad, college girl. But thanks to Faith, she now blended in. "Thanks, Faith. Leather is so much better than jeans. Don't why it took me so long to realize it." Riley reached up and slipped his hand under the back of her leather jacket. "You just needed some guidance, baby. Which is what we're here for," he said, pulling her face down to his, catching her lips in a hungry kiss. Faith grimaced while the other gang members ignored them. They had all gotten used to their so called displays of "affection", but everyone knew what kind of a guy Riley was. Buffy was only temporary. Just a little toy for him; to keep him occupied. They all knew he'd tire of her sooner or later. And they all know what could happen to her then. Everyone. Except Buffy, herself.
"Alright you two! Enough! God, don't you two ever stop?," Faith exclaimed. Riley pulled away from Buffy and glared at Faith. "Keep your mouth shut, Faith," he said menacingly. Faith looked away from his glare and into Buffy's surprised face. Faith knew that Buffy didn't know about Riley's mean side; of what he could really do. And Faith hoped she never found out. She was starting to like Buffy. A lot more than any of the other girls Finn brought in. And she didn't want to see something awful happen to her too. "Sorry," she muttered. Willy came back with their drinks, placing them on one tray in the center of the table. "Thanks, Willy," Buffy said. She may be in a gang, but she still wanted to be polite. Willy smiled and hurried away. "You don't have to thank him, B. Nobody ever does," Faith said, taking her double scotch and swigging it back. Buffy shrugged and picked up her tequila. "Habit I guess." Faith shook her head. She'd never understand Buffy's habits. She was polite and sweet, but at the same time, a little bad. Faith had known from the start that Buffy wasn't the kind of girl who should be in a gang. She herself had told the young blonde that, but Buffy insisted that she was. She even had friends outside of the gang. Normal friends. Good friends. Faith had never had that.
She had come from a broken home where her father had taken off and her mother was an alcoholic and Faith was a neglected and abused child who fell in with the wrong crowd. She never had friends. Sure, people she hung around with, but not FRIENDS. Actual people who cared whether she lived or died. Buffy had that and Faith envied her for it. but Buffy seemed to actually care about Faith, and that was one reason Faith liked her. The voice of Riley pulled her back to reality. "Don't worry, baby. Nobody cares," he said, and Faith could see his hands go higher up her back, towards her tube top. She could also see that Buffy was a little uncomfortable with it. Buffy had told Faith that she had only had sex once and it was one of those one night stand things. It had hurt Buffy a lot. Faith had tracked down the guy, a college student by the name of Parker Abrams, and had kicked his ass. Buffy had seemed grateful. But she had also confided in Faith that she wasn't ready to do it again, and Faith knew right away that Finn wouldn't like that . And he hadn't. he got extremely upset and after a large fight, Buffy gave in and slept with him. Faith hadn't seen that Buffy again. Instead, she saw gang gal Buffy.
The blonde leaned down and kissed Riley. When she pulled back, she got off his lap. "Sorry, but I have to go. College classes tomorrow." Riley looked at her and everyone could see the fire in his eyes. "So skip them," he said. Buffy shook her head. "I can't skip any more classes, Riley. I made a promise to my parents that I would stay in college. And I miss another class, they'll kick me out. So, sorry. I'll see ya guys tomorrow." She turned around and left the Alibi Room, many male eyes on her. Riley caught this and growled deep in his chest, causing all the men to look away. Riley sat back in his chair. "Geez, Ri. Give her a break. She may be your toy for now but you don't own her," Faith said and instantly regretted the words. She knew she was pushing it. She was getting Riley mad. And that was never good. Faith had seen what happened to the last girl who had made Finn mad. It wasn't pretty.
Riley leaned forward and grabbed her neck. Faith's eyes bulged out of her head. People around the bar concentrated on anything but the gang, or at least trying to. Three men paid close attention, though, ready to take action if it was called for. Riley looked into Faith's eyes with a steely gaze. "Listen to me, Faith. I own anyone I say I do. I own Buffy. I own the Initiative. Meaning I own YOU. I can do what ever the hell I want to. And when I give orders, people follow them. They listen. Buffy doesn't. But she will. And from now on, you keep that mouth of your shut. Understood?" Faith nodded. Riley let go of her throat and sat back down in his seat as Faith coughed and gasped for breath. Riley glared at her for another moment before turning to the rest of the gang. "Alright people listen. The plan I was talking about earlier goes into effect soon. We have to get rid of the obstacle. And we will. Soon." The Initiative all nodded. Meanwhile, the three men at the bar exchanged looks. "What do ya think, Mate?", the man with the bleached blonde hair asked the man sitting next to him. The man was tall with black hair and chocolate eyes. "I think we found our caller," he replied. The large black man beside them looked from the gang back to the other two men. "But how do we figure out who the target is?" he asked, taking a sip of the beer in his hand. The dark haired man looked at the Initiative. "What else? Get inside the Initiative. And work our way out."
To be continued?
So what did you think? I know, sucky way to end it, but I gotta give some suspense. Review and let me know if you wanna hear the end. Like it? Hate it? In between? Let me know!!!!!!