A/N: Okay, so I wrote this for a friend who really needed something for the fan-fiction part of her web-site. I can't remember when it was set, but obviously before Joyce found out about her daughter being a slayer. Please R&R.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to the respective owner (who I think is WB, but I can't remember). However the story line is mine copyright 2002. All rights reserved.
THE HELLMOUTH REDEEMED – Chapter 1
Watching two ever-opposing forces battling out for the fate of the world can be quite interesting sometimes. Just watching the world below oblivious to the peril it could be about to face.
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It was night but the clear sky allowed the light from the moon and stars to light all but the shadows. It wouldn't be long until the moon became full and then Buffy would have more than vampires to deal with.
Unfortunately something had altered the natural balance of vampires and their weaknesses and although vampires were a common site in graveyards, they were now more common as the cross-shaped head-stones inflicted no damage.
A vampire exploded into dust showering the ground. Standing behind the shower was a blonde girl, her hair messily tied back into a pony tail, wearing a tight black halter-neck and tight red leather trousers. "That'll do for the night" Buffy assured herself.
She spun on her heal and started to head back home in a relatively good moon.
Although there were many streetlights they were growing yellow and dim with age. Her footsteps echoed twice along the street. She stopped and listened, waiting for the second pair of feet and shadow to emerge from behind her. "What do you want?" she snapped he good mood suddenly taking a downward plunge.
Although she missed him she was still irritated by him shadowing her. He went to LA for a reason. Why didn't he stay there? "I wanted to see if you were all right"
"I am" she said and started walking and he drew up to walk beside her.
"I worry about you" Angel told her.
She stopped and turned to face him, black top, trousers, coat as always, hair combed and gelled back "I worry about you, " she replied "but that doesn't mean that I trace your every step" she finished sourly.
"I'm sorry"
"Are you?" she questioned and walked off leaving him standing in the moonlight.