Author: Lookin4Luv
Email: Capri_4_20@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: See Ch.1
Authors Note: Angel and Buffy are going to the ball. Is it going to be Cinderella or is it going to be the typical BTVS drama? You'll see.
Feedback: That's why I write.
Shout Out: To the inspiration for my story, Joss Whedon and his pathetic story lines.
I Never Meant to Love You
Book V Angelus Conner felt the confusion muddle his thoughts. No matter what he did her image and his friends words wouldn't leave his head.
(('You said Buffy Summers' Fred had asked.
'Yeah you know her?'
'You're kidding. Buffy Summers. Don't tell me you don't know her.' He looked at her confused. 'Angelus, she is like the biggest case of multiple personalities that you will ever meet.
'What do you mean? She was totally stable with me..well except the mention of her father, but I can understand that.' ' Angelus you don't get it. This girl that you have fallen for is a trip. From what I've heard through the strictest secrecy is that she has two separate lives.'
'As in how?' Angelus asked.
'Well her normal life is friends, college, and no intimate relationship of any kind.' Angelus smiled. 'Don't get too happy. Her bad-girl life is parties, sex and lots of liquor. Believe me man you don't want to get messed up with her. She is just like you except she puts on a mask with her friends to protect her rep. Take my advice. Stay Away.' Fred said giving Angelus a serious look. He just nodded and remained silent until he was alone. And then he sat and brooded.))
And here he was brooding again. What was wrong with him? One small blonde and he was totally mind boggled. She should disgust him from what Fred had told him, but she didn't. That made him understand her more. She didn't like being her father's daughter so she lived on the high wire to feel more free of him. Hey, what's the big deal? That was Angelus's life.
He thought of the bar scene. Had he have known who she really was and he would have offered to take her to his place right away. But now it seemed kind of wrong. He had thought she was naïve. He had tried to take advantage of that. But with this new information, he couldn't.
That's It! He wasn't going to think about her. Tonight was about him and whomever he decided to be with. Smiling he focused more on his jacket. His father had suggested tie, but Angelus had ignored him. He didn't need a has-beens advice.
He smiled into the mirror. He picked up the keys to his Plymouth and jogged out the door. He got into his car. As he pulled out he turned up Def Leppards 'Women'. He felt the smile hit his lips as he thought about how much Buffy made this song true. Before he realized it the words were rolling off his lips. 'One part love, one part wild. One part lady, one part child. I give you. Women, Women. Lots of pretty women. Men. Men. We cant live without them.' Things would go good tonight. He could feel it. 'Skin on skin. Let the love begin. Women!' The Winters castle came into view; all decked out for the party. Angel wheeled up behind a limo. He didn't get a chance to see who came out of it. Maybe it would be his girl for the night.
PH 17 (penthouse) Buffy Summers turned in the 4, full-length mirrors. She was dressed to kill. The dress she had picked out made her look like a goddess. The tight silk clung to her like a second skin. It outlined her curves and even gave a glimpse of her toned abs. It cut off before her knees that lead to her gold high heels. The dress was sleeveless with a cut that reached her belly button. Its gold shimmer made the lights glow off her.
Tonight she would turn the heads off some pretty rich businessmen. But tonight wasn't about getting a lay. Tonight was about business. Russell Winters was a dirty-fingered jerk that had screwed her over in a deal. Her father had been extremely upset and called her a screw up. She was pissed and would get Russell back. With this dress she could get the Pope fucked up.
Deciding to go jacketless she grabbed her purse and left her penthouse to the elevator. Making sure that the camera was in position she smiled at the bellboy. He smiled back. In love already.
As they rode down she thought back to her conversation with Angelus Conner. Why had she told him personal information? She never did that. It was like a sin. Well when you think about it she was into sinning.
The elevator doors opened as she gracefully entered the lobby. The manager smiled at her and waved. Being polite Buffy waved back. When she reached the door the doorman smiled sweetly at her and led her outside to her already waiting limo. She muttered a 'Thanks' as he opened the door for her. The showed a good amount of leg as she took her seat.
Leaning back she thought again about Angelus. He wasn't bad, she thought. Minus the comment about her father. She smiled. Men couldn't help it. Ross Conti was the American dream. He had 23 wives to be exact. Every one of them had been well-known supermodels, actresses, or singers. Buffy was the result of his first marriage. The only real one he ever had.
Joyce Summers was a gallery owner in his hometown. They had met young and Joyce had got pregnant. They got married and raised Buffy until she was three. At that point the fighting became extreme over Buffy and Hanks career jump. He had produced two Box Office #1's and Joyce felt left out.
After a long drawn out court battle Hank won custody. Buffy knew it was for his public image that he kept her, but still she never kept in contact with her mother. Joyce had died of a brain tumor one year ago. Buffy attended the funeral but 'Ross' had better things to do. Like his newest bride.
Angelus seemed to be more real then most of the men that Buffy meet. They all wanted one thing, that was a given. But still Angelus came off as more of a gentleman. Although he tried hard not to be, Buffy could tell he had potential.
The car stopped and the door opened revealing the giant Winters estate. 'Welcome Ms. Summers' the doorman said. 'Right this way.' Buffy smiled. This was going to be easier then she expected. Winters had expected her. That was a first.
Email: Capri_4_20@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: See Ch.1
Authors Note: Angel and Buffy are going to the ball. Is it going to be Cinderella or is it going to be the typical BTVS drama? You'll see.
Feedback: That's why I write.
Shout Out: To the inspiration for my story, Joss Whedon and his pathetic story lines.
I Never Meant to Love You
Book V Angelus Conner felt the confusion muddle his thoughts. No matter what he did her image and his friends words wouldn't leave his head.
(('You said Buffy Summers' Fred had asked.
'Yeah you know her?'
'You're kidding. Buffy Summers. Don't tell me you don't know her.' He looked at her confused. 'Angelus, she is like the biggest case of multiple personalities that you will ever meet.
'What do you mean? She was totally stable with me..well except the mention of her father, but I can understand that.' ' Angelus you don't get it. This girl that you have fallen for is a trip. From what I've heard through the strictest secrecy is that she has two separate lives.'
'As in how?' Angelus asked.
'Well her normal life is friends, college, and no intimate relationship of any kind.' Angelus smiled. 'Don't get too happy. Her bad-girl life is parties, sex and lots of liquor. Believe me man you don't want to get messed up with her. She is just like you except she puts on a mask with her friends to protect her rep. Take my advice. Stay Away.' Fred said giving Angelus a serious look. He just nodded and remained silent until he was alone. And then he sat and brooded.))
And here he was brooding again. What was wrong with him? One small blonde and he was totally mind boggled. She should disgust him from what Fred had told him, but she didn't. That made him understand her more. She didn't like being her father's daughter so she lived on the high wire to feel more free of him. Hey, what's the big deal? That was Angelus's life.
He thought of the bar scene. Had he have known who she really was and he would have offered to take her to his place right away. But now it seemed kind of wrong. He had thought she was naïve. He had tried to take advantage of that. But with this new information, he couldn't.
That's It! He wasn't going to think about her. Tonight was about him and whomever he decided to be with. Smiling he focused more on his jacket. His father had suggested tie, but Angelus had ignored him. He didn't need a has-beens advice.
He smiled into the mirror. He picked up the keys to his Plymouth and jogged out the door. He got into his car. As he pulled out he turned up Def Leppards 'Women'. He felt the smile hit his lips as he thought about how much Buffy made this song true. Before he realized it the words were rolling off his lips. 'One part love, one part wild. One part lady, one part child. I give you. Women, Women. Lots of pretty women. Men. Men. We cant live without them.' Things would go good tonight. He could feel it. 'Skin on skin. Let the love begin. Women!' The Winters castle came into view; all decked out for the party. Angel wheeled up behind a limo. He didn't get a chance to see who came out of it. Maybe it would be his girl for the night.
PH 17 (penthouse) Buffy Summers turned in the 4, full-length mirrors. She was dressed to kill. The dress she had picked out made her look like a goddess. The tight silk clung to her like a second skin. It outlined her curves and even gave a glimpse of her toned abs. It cut off before her knees that lead to her gold high heels. The dress was sleeveless with a cut that reached her belly button. Its gold shimmer made the lights glow off her.
Tonight she would turn the heads off some pretty rich businessmen. But tonight wasn't about getting a lay. Tonight was about business. Russell Winters was a dirty-fingered jerk that had screwed her over in a deal. Her father had been extremely upset and called her a screw up. She was pissed and would get Russell back. With this dress she could get the Pope fucked up.
Deciding to go jacketless she grabbed her purse and left her penthouse to the elevator. Making sure that the camera was in position she smiled at the bellboy. He smiled back. In love already.
As they rode down she thought back to her conversation with Angelus Conner. Why had she told him personal information? She never did that. It was like a sin. Well when you think about it she was into sinning.
The elevator doors opened as she gracefully entered the lobby. The manager smiled at her and waved. Being polite Buffy waved back. When she reached the door the doorman smiled sweetly at her and led her outside to her already waiting limo. She muttered a 'Thanks' as he opened the door for her. The showed a good amount of leg as she took her seat.
Leaning back she thought again about Angelus. He wasn't bad, she thought. Minus the comment about her father. She smiled. Men couldn't help it. Ross Conti was the American dream. He had 23 wives to be exact. Every one of them had been well-known supermodels, actresses, or singers. Buffy was the result of his first marriage. The only real one he ever had.
Joyce Summers was a gallery owner in his hometown. They had met young and Joyce had got pregnant. They got married and raised Buffy until she was three. At that point the fighting became extreme over Buffy and Hanks career jump. He had produced two Box Office #1's and Joyce felt left out.
After a long drawn out court battle Hank won custody. Buffy knew it was for his public image that he kept her, but still she never kept in contact with her mother. Joyce had died of a brain tumor one year ago. Buffy attended the funeral but 'Ross' had better things to do. Like his newest bride.
Angelus seemed to be more real then most of the men that Buffy meet. They all wanted one thing, that was a given. But still Angelus came off as more of a gentleman. Although he tried hard not to be, Buffy could tell he had potential.
The car stopped and the door opened revealing the giant Winters estate. 'Welcome Ms. Summers' the doorman said. 'Right this way.' Buffy smiled. This was going to be easier then she expected. Winters had expected her. That was a first.
