Title: Change of Heart (#1 in Untitled Series)
Author: Pixie
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Author's Note: AU fic! Buffy comes from a very different past than she is
from the show.
AN2: #1 in Untitled Series
Spoilers: None, this is an AU fic.
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Summary: Buffy Summers has led a troubling childhood and she must conquer
her fears, but when her handsome boss enters her world, she feels
threatened that he might destroy her fragile life that she had built for
herself. Will she ever allow her walls down and allow someone to teach her
the powers of love?
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Part Two
The sun was beginning to set, casting the skies into a mix of bright orange and red. It was a beautiful site that she had begun to enjoy.
In her troubled childhood, she never had the time to appreciate the little things in life, nor did she want to for fear of questioning her parents. But now, now when she was free from her torturous parents, she began to find the significance in the little things of life.
She loved dancing in the rain. For she had never done it before.
The first time she did it, she had been akward at first. But as the cold rain splattered on her skin, it felt like she was cleansing herself. Cleansing herself of her past.
A past she so desperately wanted to erase from her memories, even if they were now burried in the depths of her mind.
Dreams were just that, dreams. Her life had been a nightmare, but she was unable to ever wake up and everything would be okay.
It wasn't. Nothing would ever be okay with her ever again.
Sighing, Buffy stepped off her balcony and into her house.
Even if her past had been messed up, she had been able to make herself a life.
But no matter how hard she tried to hide it, there was something missing. A feeling that kept growing and growing until it was like a huge whole made inside her heart.
And that feeling ached her.
She wasn't sure what it was that seemed to be missing from her life.
She had everything she had ever wanted.
She had money. She had freedom.
What else did she need?
*Friends. Someone to love you.*
Her own voice answered.
Even if that was true, who would love her?
She was ugly, hideous, and unworthy of love.
Love was nothing. Love caused pain.
And she had enough pain to last for ten lifetimes.
Love. She swore she would *never* feel such an emotion like that ever.
Only anger was appreciated.
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Part Two
The sun was beginning to set, casting the skies into a mix of bright orange and red. It was a beautiful site that she had begun to enjoy.
In her troubled childhood, she never had the time to appreciate the little things in life, nor did she want to for fear of questioning her parents. But now, now when she was free from her torturous parents, she began to find the significance in the little things of life.
She loved dancing in the rain. For she had never done it before.
The first time she did it, she had been akward at first. But as the cold rain splattered on her skin, it felt like she was cleansing herself. Cleansing herself of her past.
A past she so desperately wanted to erase from her memories, even if they were now burried in the depths of her mind.
Dreams were just that, dreams. Her life had been a nightmare, but she was unable to ever wake up and everything would be okay.
It wasn't. Nothing would ever be okay with her ever again.
Sighing, Buffy stepped off her balcony and into her house.
Even if her past had been messed up, she had been able to make herself a life.
But no matter how hard she tried to hide it, there was something missing. A feeling that kept growing and growing until it was like a huge whole made inside her heart.
And that feeling ached her.
She wasn't sure what it was that seemed to be missing from her life.
She had everything she had ever wanted.
She had money. She had freedom.
What else did she need?
*Friends. Someone to love you.*
Her own voice answered.
Even if that was true, who would love her?
She was ugly, hideous, and unworthy of love.
Love was nothing. Love caused pain.
And she had enough pain to last for ten lifetimes.
Love. She swore she would *never* feel such an emotion like that ever.
Only anger was appreciated.