BTVS High
Chapter 3
Notes: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to write, but school is crazy. But now I have a four day weekend and am listening to that Christina Aguilera song "Dirty," my favorite, and am feeling very motivated. So here is a very long chapter.well, at least it took very long for me!
Buffy smiled as the last period bell rang, signaling the end of the day. She grabbed her books, packed up and left chem. class. She went to her locker, got her homework, and headed for the door.
"Hey Buffy." She couldn't believe it. It was Angel Conners.
"Uh, um, hi, Angel." She stammered.
"So, Buffy, what are you doing Friday night?" he asked. She was stunned. Was she hearing right?
"Friday? Um, nothing. Nothing at all. All free. As in, you know, not busy. Ohh," She added almost as a mew, telling herself off internally for wigging out and being such a jerk.
"Uh, great. You wanna go to the Bronze? We could meet there, if you're interested."
"Sure, I'd, uh-I'd love to." This was way too good to be true. Pinch me, I'm dreaming.
"Way cool. See you at, say, seven o'clock?" Angel started backing down the hallway.
"Yeah, seven sounds good. Bye!" Buffy sighed happily and leaned against the row of lockers, closing her eyes. Suddenly a warm hand fell softly on her shoulder, gripping it firmly but gently, and she smiled wider at the realization that she could now tell her 'big brother' off for not having more faith in her.
"So you finally did it," Came Spike's lulling voice.
Her eyes fluttered open and she managed to grin even wider, making his heart melt. "You heard?"
"Couldn't help myself," he said, grinning cockily.
"I don't think I could get any happier," she sighed.
"Yeah," Spike sobered up, growing serious. "Listen, Buffy, I know you don't like to hear it, but just be careful. "Angel's, well, Angel's fast." She snorted. "Like, 100 miles an hour fast."
She smacked his arm playfully. "Are you saying I'm slow?"
"Well-yeah."
"Thanks a lot." She frowned mockly. "If it'll make you fell better, Big Bro, I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," he said dryly. "Just promise me, okay?"
"All right, I promise. Hey, I gotta book. See ya later," she waved and left. Spike sighed.
"I hope she knows what she's getting into."
Buffy walked out of the door and down the steps of the school. As she looked up, she saw a sight unusual to Sunnydale. There was a limousine parked in front of the school, and three men in dark suits and sunglasses were standing there. To the sophomore's surprise, the men came up to her.
"Buffy Summers?" She nodded mutely, nervous.
"Come with us please," the lead man said, motioning to her.
"But-" She protested, not wanting to go, but oddly enough, feeling compelled to.
"You can call your mother later, miss. Now please get in." The man put his arm around her shoulders, but Buffy still stopped, unsure. "Don't worry. We promise you will be safe with us." He led her to the car, and she got in. She buckled up, the men got in on the other sides and started the limo.
Buffy thought they had been driving for hours, but when they stopped she checked her watch, and it had only been a half hour. The seemingly long drive was in total silence, and the girl was glad when she could get out of the car and stretch.
"So, what are we doing here?" She tentatively asked, noticing out of the corner of her eye a large, broken down factory.
"We are here to explain your birthright to save the world from hell." One man spoke up.
"Birthright? From hell? What?"
"Yes. Now please, right in here, miss." The other two men walked into the building, and the one who actually talked to her followed Buffy in.
Buffy was surprised at the inside of the building. I guess looks aren't everything, she thought. It was expensively furnished, with cedar paneling, tasteful, dark, rich green couches, and cedar coffee tables. Behind the couches was a minibar and espresso machine.
"Care for a drink, Miss Summers?" A man asked her.
"Uh-yeah, a water, please. Hey, listen, can I call my friend?"
The man eyed her suspiciously. "Well, I don't know-"
"Just to tell her to call my mom. If no one's here- well, it looks like I might be here a while."
The guy thought. "All right. But quickly." And he handed her his cell phone.
Buffy sat on the couch and quickly dialed Willow's number. As it was ringing, the man brought her the water and set it on the table. "Thanks," she said, and he nodded.
"Hi, Will? It's me. Listen, I need you to do me a really big favor. Call my mom, and tell her I'm studying at your house with you, just make something up, okay?" Silence. "I know it's weird of me. Don't worry. Thanks a bunch, Will, you're a lifesaver. I'll explain everything later. Bye!" As soon as I know what's going on! She thought.
Hey guys! Okay, thanks Raven for that! I did put Riley in, but don't worry, he really won't be in it much. Maybe a teeny tiny bit at some point, but not important at all, I promise. Sorry R/B shippers! This is totally Spuffy. ~Emily})i({
Notes: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to write, but school is crazy. But now I have a four day weekend and am listening to that Christina Aguilera song "Dirty," my favorite, and am feeling very motivated. So here is a very long chapter.well, at least it took very long for me!
Buffy smiled as the last period bell rang, signaling the end of the day. She grabbed her books, packed up and left chem. class. She went to her locker, got her homework, and headed for the door.
"Hey Buffy." She couldn't believe it. It was Angel Conners.
"Uh, um, hi, Angel." She stammered.
"So, Buffy, what are you doing Friday night?" he asked. She was stunned. Was she hearing right?
"Friday? Um, nothing. Nothing at all. All free. As in, you know, not busy. Ohh," She added almost as a mew, telling herself off internally for wigging out and being such a jerk.
"Uh, great. You wanna go to the Bronze? We could meet there, if you're interested."
"Sure, I'd, uh-I'd love to." This was way too good to be true. Pinch me, I'm dreaming.
"Way cool. See you at, say, seven o'clock?" Angel started backing down the hallway.
"Yeah, seven sounds good. Bye!" Buffy sighed happily and leaned against the row of lockers, closing her eyes. Suddenly a warm hand fell softly on her shoulder, gripping it firmly but gently, and she smiled wider at the realization that she could now tell her 'big brother' off for not having more faith in her.
"So you finally did it," Came Spike's lulling voice.
Her eyes fluttered open and she managed to grin even wider, making his heart melt. "You heard?"
"Couldn't help myself," he said, grinning cockily.
"I don't think I could get any happier," she sighed.
"Yeah," Spike sobered up, growing serious. "Listen, Buffy, I know you don't like to hear it, but just be careful. "Angel's, well, Angel's fast." She snorted. "Like, 100 miles an hour fast."
She smacked his arm playfully. "Are you saying I'm slow?"
"Well-yeah."
"Thanks a lot." She frowned mockly. "If it'll make you fell better, Big Bro, I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," he said dryly. "Just promise me, okay?"
"All right, I promise. Hey, I gotta book. See ya later," she waved and left. Spike sighed.
"I hope she knows what she's getting into."
Buffy walked out of the door and down the steps of the school. As she looked up, she saw a sight unusual to Sunnydale. There was a limousine parked in front of the school, and three men in dark suits and sunglasses were standing there. To the sophomore's surprise, the men came up to her.
"Buffy Summers?" She nodded mutely, nervous.
"Come with us please," the lead man said, motioning to her.
"But-" She protested, not wanting to go, but oddly enough, feeling compelled to.
"You can call your mother later, miss. Now please get in." The man put his arm around her shoulders, but Buffy still stopped, unsure. "Don't worry. We promise you will be safe with us." He led her to the car, and she got in. She buckled up, the men got in on the other sides and started the limo.
Buffy thought they had been driving for hours, but when they stopped she checked her watch, and it had only been a half hour. The seemingly long drive was in total silence, and the girl was glad when she could get out of the car and stretch.
"So, what are we doing here?" She tentatively asked, noticing out of the corner of her eye a large, broken down factory.
"We are here to explain your birthright to save the world from hell." One man spoke up.
"Birthright? From hell? What?"
"Yes. Now please, right in here, miss." The other two men walked into the building, and the one who actually talked to her followed Buffy in.
Buffy was surprised at the inside of the building. I guess looks aren't everything, she thought. It was expensively furnished, with cedar paneling, tasteful, dark, rich green couches, and cedar coffee tables. Behind the couches was a minibar and espresso machine.
"Care for a drink, Miss Summers?" A man asked her.
"Uh-yeah, a water, please. Hey, listen, can I call my friend?"
The man eyed her suspiciously. "Well, I don't know-"
"Just to tell her to call my mom. If no one's here- well, it looks like I might be here a while."
The guy thought. "All right. But quickly." And he handed her his cell phone.
Buffy sat on the couch and quickly dialed Willow's number. As it was ringing, the man brought her the water and set it on the table. "Thanks," she said, and he nodded.
"Hi, Will? It's me. Listen, I need you to do me a really big favor. Call my mom, and tell her I'm studying at your house with you, just make something up, okay?" Silence. "I know it's weird of me. Don't worry. Thanks a bunch, Will, you're a lifesaver. I'll explain everything later. Bye!" As soon as I know what's going on! She thought.
Hey guys! Okay, thanks Raven for that! I did put Riley in, but don't worry, he really won't be in it much. Maybe a teeny tiny bit at some point, but not important at all, I promise. Sorry R/B shippers! This is totally Spuffy. ~Emily})i({