Title: Change of Heart (#1 in Untitled Series)
Author: Pixie
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Ratings: PG?
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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 Four
The sun was already rising in the horizon when she drove onto the deserted road.
She marveled at the beautiful site, it was very rare that she ever had the time to watch the sun rise.
The road was deserted, as usual. She liked this road. It was so peaceful and quiet, except for the sound of her rickety old car that was trying desperately to stay alive.
Something was wrong. It seemed like her car was getting louder and it was smoking.
*Oh no. Not now! Not today!*
She groaned and pulled aside. Unbuckling her seat belt, she went outside in her neatly pressed outfit. And a skirt that was way too short.
* * * *
20 Minutes Later
* * * *
The hood of her car was up and she stood in the middle of her car, trying for the life of her to figure out what was wrong with her car. Granted, it was a really old car that should have been put out of it's misery 5 years ago. But she didn't have much money 5 years ago, and she needed a car to get to work. And for 5 years, she had depended on her dilapidated car to get her 3 miles to work and 3 miles to her apartment.
The rusted green car had been faithful until now.
*Why today?* She asked herself, today of all days. Why couldn't her car pick a better day to break down? Why not tomorrow? But noooo, it had to choose today. Today, the day when she would *finally* be able to meet the genius behind the extremely successful business.
She groaned once more as she glanced at her practical watch. She was 20 minutes late. She *hated* being late.
And what was worse was that no one ever travelled on the road that she traveled. Preciously why she had chosen the road. But now, as luck would have it, her choice would leave her stranded for god knew how long.
She glanced down at herself. All dressed up for no reason. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she bent over to close the hood of her car. What did it matter now? It was futile to try and do anything about the damn car.
She got into the driver's seat and closed the door. She sat back and closed her eyes and tried to relax. With the cool breeze that swept along the road and tusseled her hair and the warm beat of the sun on her skin, she was able to accomplish that.
So entraped was she in her own mind, that she never heard the revving of another car until the driver was at her side.
* * * *
Angelus was late. He was *never* late. It wasn't like him, but he had just come from the hospital where his friend's wife had just delievered a healthy baby boy of six pounds and 9 ounces. Cordelia had been ecstatic to hold her child in her arms and Angelus was glad that he had been there to witness the special occasion.
He couldn't help the feeling of regret that he would never have the happy family that Cordelia and Doyle had made. His life only consisted of mainly work. Although he did socialize quite a bit, he prefered the solitude of his study to the noisy and pact clubs where adolescent boys pretended to be men and the girls wore clothes that were way too short and way too tight. He would have even liked those girls, if he hadn't grown up and saw behind their many layers of make-up only to find a self-centered brat who cared about no one, but a warm body in their beds and expensive clothing.
He had discovered too many times what was really under the skin. None of the girls had any opinions of their own. They listened to him and agreed with everything he said.
He didn't always like that. He wanted a woman who expresses her own feelings and beliefs and never let anyone step all over them.
Of course, such a person didn't exist. At least, not in his world.
Glancing at his watch, he swore. He was late!
He sped down the lone road so fast that the country side was only a blur to him.
So intent was he on the road that he almost missed the green rusted car on the side of the road. A woman, who seemed asleep, was inside.
He swore again. He was never one to leave a person helpless, much less a woman.
He pulled right behind her old car, turned off his engine, and went to see if he could help the lady at all.
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Part Four
The sun was already rising in the horizon when she drove onto the deserted road.
She marveled at the beautiful site, it was very rare that she ever had the time to watch the sun rise.
The road was deserted, as usual. She liked this road. It was so peaceful and quiet, except for the sound of her rickety old car that was trying desperately to stay alive.
Something was wrong. It seemed like her car was getting louder and it was smoking.
*Oh no. Not now! Not today!*
She groaned and pulled aside. Unbuckling her seat belt, she went outside in her neatly pressed outfit. And a skirt that was way too short.
* * * *
20 Minutes Later
* * * *
The hood of her car was up and she stood in the middle of her car, trying for the life of her to figure out what was wrong with her car. Granted, it was a really old car that should have been put out of it's misery 5 years ago. But she didn't have much money 5 years ago, and she needed a car to get to work. And for 5 years, she had depended on her dilapidated car to get her 3 miles to work and 3 miles to her apartment.
The rusted green car had been faithful until now.
*Why today?* She asked herself, today of all days. Why couldn't her car pick a better day to break down? Why not tomorrow? But noooo, it had to choose today. Today, the day when she would *finally* be able to meet the genius behind the extremely successful business.
She groaned once more as she glanced at her practical watch. She was 20 minutes late. She *hated* being late.
And what was worse was that no one ever travelled on the road that she traveled. Preciously why she had chosen the road. But now, as luck would have it, her choice would leave her stranded for god knew how long.
She glanced down at herself. All dressed up for no reason. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she bent over to close the hood of her car. What did it matter now? It was futile to try and do anything about the damn car.
She got into the driver's seat and closed the door. She sat back and closed her eyes and tried to relax. With the cool breeze that swept along the road and tusseled her hair and the warm beat of the sun on her skin, she was able to accomplish that.
So entraped was she in her own mind, that she never heard the revving of another car until the driver was at her side.
* * * *
Angelus was late. He was *never* late. It wasn't like him, but he had just come from the hospital where his friend's wife had just delievered a healthy baby boy of six pounds and 9 ounces. Cordelia had been ecstatic to hold her child in her arms and Angelus was glad that he had been there to witness the special occasion.
He couldn't help the feeling of regret that he would never have the happy family that Cordelia and Doyle had made. His life only consisted of mainly work. Although he did socialize quite a bit, he prefered the solitude of his study to the noisy and pact clubs where adolescent boys pretended to be men and the girls wore clothes that were way too short and way too tight. He would have even liked those girls, if he hadn't grown up and saw behind their many layers of make-up only to find a self-centered brat who cared about no one, but a warm body in their beds and expensive clothing.
He had discovered too many times what was really under the skin. None of the girls had any opinions of their own. They listened to him and agreed with everything he said.
He didn't always like that. He wanted a woman who expresses her own feelings and beliefs and never let anyone step all over them.
Of course, such a person didn't exist. At least, not in his world.
Glancing at his watch, he swore. He was late!
He sped down the lone road so fast that the country side was only a blur to him.
So intent was he on the road that he almost missed the green rusted car on the side of the road. A woman, who seemed asleep, was inside.
He swore again. He was never one to leave a person helpless, much less a woman.
He pulled right behind her old car, turned off his engine, and went to see if he could help the lady at all.