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 5
"Excuse me, ma'am." A man's deep voice broke into her reverie. Buffy opened her eyes to see that she was still on the side of the road. She looked up and her gaze was met by a warm brown one. She gasped softly as a shock went through her and left her shaken.
He cocked his eybrow and she realized that she hadn't answered him yet.
"Yes?" Buffy noticed that her voice was a little hoarse. Possibly from dehydration. Or from the nearness of a male. The first male that she had ever been this close to ever.
"Is there a problem? Anyway I can help you, ma'am?" The handsome man asked, for she swore to God that he was the most beautiful of all men. She scanned his body, starting with his black and brown spiked hair. Her gaze went to his eyes, and realized that they were glittering. He was smiling at her! Her heart skipped a beat and her breath became breathless as she felt a warmth pass through her.
He stood there silent, obviously content with having her check him out.
Her gaze went down and met big and broad shoulders. His shirt was crumpled, as if he had slept on it all night and hadn't bothered to change. Even through the crumpled shirt, she could imagine that beneath it were fine, toned muscle.
*Stop that, Buffy! You have no right to be thinking of a man's chest. Much less a stranger! You know men are just lying, conniving, good-for- nothings!* She admonished herself.
She met his gaze again. His eyes were smiling at her. The arrogant bastard! How dare he think she was checking him out!
Although she had been, she wasn't about to admit it to anyone. Much less herself. She was good at lying to herself.
"Ma'am? Do you need some assistance?" He smiled arrogantly at her.
She refused to admit that her heartrate had increased and her throat went dry. *It's only because of the sun and dehydration, that's all. Nothing to do with this man. None at all.*
"Um...yea, my car broke down and I have no way to get out of here." She realized that her throat sounded rough. Dehydration, that's it.
"Well, would you like me to look at your car and see what's wrong?"
She didn't need his help. She could do this herself. She didn't need anybody. All she needed was herself and she would be happy.
But, Buffy realized the dire situation that she was in.
She did need his help, although she didn't like admitting it.
It was either staying her forever and camp on the side of the road for the rest of her life or accept his help and hopefully be able to get to work without her boss skinning her alive.
"Yes, that would be good. If you dont' mind, I mean." She answered, finally.
He nodded and opened the hood of her car. She went out, not trusting him one bit. After all, he was a stranger. For all she knew, he could cut the wires or something so that she would be stranded here forever and he would take advantage of her.
Checking her purse for the pocket knife and the pepper spray that she brought everywhere, she made sure it was with her when she stepped beside him.
His brows furrowed into a deep V as he looked at her car.
He glanced at her and in a pitying voice, he said, "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. I could call to get your car towed and I could give you a ride, if you need one."
He said it with pity. She didn't want his pity. She didn't want anyone's pity.
But he was being nice to her, he was trying to help.
Or he could be a psycopath that was hell-bent on killing young and beautiful, although she wasn't, women.
Or he could be a concerned citizen doing his duty.
There were too many chances, but she also realized that she needed whatever help he could offer.
Before she could change her mind, he took a cell phone from his car and called to have her car towed. He gave the directions while she closed the hood of the car, grabbed her purse from inside, and turned to see that he was gazing at her intently.
Fear gripped her heart.
* * * *
Angelus had just finished talking to the tower, when he turned around to find the lady bent over her car, reaching for her purse. Her extremely short skirt had hiked up even shorter, revealing even more white, creamy flesh. He saw the adorable backs of her knees and the bottom of her thighs, and realized with shame that he was aroused by the small and petite woman.
He could barely restrain himself from reaching out and touching her.
When she turned around and gazed into his eyes, he realized with shock that he had seen fear in here eyes before it was gone.
*Why would she be scared of me?*
He noticed from start that she had been wary of him, deducing that she was just nervous at having a stranger at her car window insisting of his help.
But now, he wasn't so sure. It was something else.
Putting it out of his mind, he asked where she needed to go. She was reluctant to answer and he was both shocked and amused to realize that she worked for him.
Although he didn't admit that he worked there also, he left that information out.
She was reluctant to get into his car, he was amused.
*Looks like she doesn't trust me.*
Oh well, but it looks like they'll be working together for awhile.
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Part 5
"Excuse me, ma'am." A man's deep voice broke into her reverie. Buffy opened her eyes to see that she was still on the side of the road. She looked up and her gaze was met by a warm brown one. She gasped softly as a shock went through her and left her shaken.
He cocked his eybrow and she realized that she hadn't answered him yet.
"Yes?" Buffy noticed that her voice was a little hoarse. Possibly from dehydration. Or from the nearness of a male. The first male that she had ever been this close to ever.
"Is there a problem? Anyway I can help you, ma'am?" The handsome man asked, for she swore to God that he was the most beautiful of all men. She scanned his body, starting with his black and brown spiked hair. Her gaze went to his eyes, and realized that they were glittering. He was smiling at her! Her heart skipped a beat and her breath became breathless as she felt a warmth pass through her.
He stood there silent, obviously content with having her check him out.
Her gaze went down and met big and broad shoulders. His shirt was crumpled, as if he had slept on it all night and hadn't bothered to change. Even through the crumpled shirt, she could imagine that beneath it were fine, toned muscle.
*Stop that, Buffy! You have no right to be thinking of a man's chest. Much less a stranger! You know men are just lying, conniving, good-for- nothings!* She admonished herself.
She met his gaze again. His eyes were smiling at her. The arrogant bastard! How dare he think she was checking him out!
Although she had been, she wasn't about to admit it to anyone. Much less herself. She was good at lying to herself.
"Ma'am? Do you need some assistance?" He smiled arrogantly at her.
She refused to admit that her heartrate had increased and her throat went dry. *It's only because of the sun and dehydration, that's all. Nothing to do with this man. None at all.*
"Um...yea, my car broke down and I have no way to get out of here." She realized that her throat sounded rough. Dehydration, that's it.
"Well, would you like me to look at your car and see what's wrong?"
She didn't need his help. She could do this herself. She didn't need anybody. All she needed was herself and she would be happy.
But, Buffy realized the dire situation that she was in.
She did need his help, although she didn't like admitting it.
It was either staying her forever and camp on the side of the road for the rest of her life or accept his help and hopefully be able to get to work without her boss skinning her alive.
"Yes, that would be good. If you dont' mind, I mean." She answered, finally.
He nodded and opened the hood of her car. She went out, not trusting him one bit. After all, he was a stranger. For all she knew, he could cut the wires or something so that she would be stranded here forever and he would take advantage of her.
Checking her purse for the pocket knife and the pepper spray that she brought everywhere, she made sure it was with her when she stepped beside him.
His brows furrowed into a deep V as he looked at her car.
He glanced at her and in a pitying voice, he said, "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. I could call to get your car towed and I could give you a ride, if you need one."
He said it with pity. She didn't want his pity. She didn't want anyone's pity.
But he was being nice to her, he was trying to help.
Or he could be a psycopath that was hell-bent on killing young and beautiful, although she wasn't, women.
Or he could be a concerned citizen doing his duty.
There were too many chances, but she also realized that she needed whatever help he could offer.
Before she could change her mind, he took a cell phone from his car and called to have her car towed. He gave the directions while she closed the hood of the car, grabbed her purse from inside, and turned to see that he was gazing at her intently.
Fear gripped her heart.
* * * *
Angelus had just finished talking to the tower, when he turned around to find the lady bent over her car, reaching for her purse. Her extremely short skirt had hiked up even shorter, revealing even more white, creamy flesh. He saw the adorable backs of her knees and the bottom of her thighs, and realized with shame that he was aroused by the small and petite woman.
He could barely restrain himself from reaching out and touching her.
When she turned around and gazed into his eyes, he realized with shock that he had seen fear in here eyes before it was gone.
*Why would she be scared of me?*
He noticed from start that she had been wary of him, deducing that she was just nervous at having a stranger at her car window insisting of his help.
But now, he wasn't so sure. It was something else.
Putting it out of his mind, he asked where she needed to go. She was reluctant to answer and he was both shocked and amused to realize that she worked for him.
Although he didn't admit that he worked there also, he left that information out.
She was reluctant to get into his car, he was amused.
*Looks like she doesn't trust me.*
Oh well, but it looks like they'll be working together for awhile.