Warning: Rated R Summary: Buffy is the daughter of one of the most prominent men in Sunnydale. Her parents are devout catholics whose standing in their circle and society is determined by the image of "family" and "Christian behaviour". Enacting her parents wishes, providing voluntery work for the church, she meets a man who will change the course of her life forever.

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Chapter One

Buffy sat in the pew listening to the priest voice drone on and on, reciting his sermon to the flock. Catholicism was such a bore!!

She yawned only to be prodded in the ribs by her mother. Muttering under her breath she straightened her back and focused her eyes upon the front of the church once more. The priest was old, fat and a downright windbag. He much too much enjoyed the sound of his own voice as opposed to injecting his flock with motivation and infusing them with the love of god.

Her eyes fluttered over to the side of the church and the young man in priest's robes stood beside him holding a leather bound copy of the bible. He seemed to be a youngish man in his late twenties with hair the colour of honey and a face which protested innocence despite the cold harsh light of the world around.

His eyes suddenly lifted to scan the congregation and Buffy hid the urge to gasp. The early morning sun gently streaming into the church seemed to catch the man's eyes making them seem almost ethereal, a shade of blue so piercing it touched her soul.

She was quite speechless, utterly rendered to the spot. Her eyes fell to her shoes as the young priest suddenly caught her staring. Her head remained down until her mother prodded her once more to signify it was time to leave.

Walking toward the front of the church the priest and his sidekick were at the entrance waiting to great his flock and make nice with them before ushering them from his sight.

"Father O'Malley," Hank Summers greeted warmly.

The old man looked at his church's most generous benefactor and gave him his most radiant plastic smile.

"Mr Summers," he gushed, "Mrs Summers and little Buffy, so nice to see you all here this wonderful morning!"

Buffy smiled wanly back at him, hoping her parents would hurry so she could escape the eyes of the young man beside him.

"May I introduce Father Giles to you both?" he continued unaware of the girl's discomfort.

The younger priest smiled warmly at the family before him already pre- warned by his mentor that this was a family they needed to pay attention to if they wanted the church to remain financially stable. He held his hand out and shook the hand of each member.

He looked at the girl before him who had been introduced as Buffy, he took her hand firmly and almost reeled back at the jolt he felt through his arm. He watched her snatch her hand back as Father O'Malley and her parents talked on, oblivious to the pair.

"William here is to train up for my position here when I retire," he was telling Joyce and Hank. "For the moment he will be heading up the work with the children here and leading the activities." His plastic smiled was once again graced upon their daughter. "How would you feel about helping Father Giles on a project, Buffy?"

"Umm, ah." she faltered unable to make a coherent sentence. She inwardly cursed herself for appearing to be dumb and profoundly stupid.

Her father put a hand on her shoulder and slapped it soundly. "Of course she would," he told the senior priest. "Buffy would love to volunteer for charity work, wouldn't you, Honey?"

Buffy subtly rolled her eyes knowing this was more statement than fact and she stared back up at the priests and nodded, not trusting her mouth to be able to add any further sense.

"Excellent," he told her. "Tomorrow after school, if that's ok with your mother?"

Joyce nodded her head. "She will be here, Father," she assured him.

"Yeah great," she muttered an insincere smiled plastered to her face.

Buffy went to her mother's study. She was seriously hoping the older woman would be in a good mood so she could wheedle out of her obligation to the Church's charity project. It wasn't that Buffy did not want to help the helpless so to speak, its just she didn't want to do it with Father Giles; he made her far too uncomfortable.

She knew he had felt the feeling that had passed between them earlier; she had seen it register within his eyes. She had no idea what exactly that meant but she didn't want to explore it any further. I mean the man may have been a hottie but, he was still a priest! A priest!

Her mother was sitting behind a desk pondering over a stack of paper's her head lifted toward her daughter's approach. She smiled and sat up in her chair. "No," she said.

"I didn't say anything, Mom," she protested.

Joyce laughed lightly. "Sweetie, I'm your mother," she explained. "I know exactly what you want, and let me tell you right now, you will be going tomorrow and that's the end of it."

"But," she exclaimed.

"No," her mother cut her off once more. "Your father's standing in this church is very important, Honey, you know that. His success is dependant on his standing in the community. You as his daughter must be seen to take an active and positive role."

"I understand that, Mom. But couldn't I do something else instead, help out little old lady's with their shopping or teach profoundly ugly women the basics according to Cosmo and Vogue?" Buffy let a little smile play on her lips, hoping her mother would laugh with her and cave in to her demands.

As predicted Joyce laughed with her daughter but shook her head. "Sorry, sweetheart. Nice try but the answer is still no. You cannot get out of this young lady, now would you like me to collect you from school tomorrow and take you to the church?"

The young girl held her hands up quickly and shook her head profusely. "No, no, really, it's fine Mom. I'll make my own way there." The girl about turned and exited quickly.

Joyce took the teacup and saucer and sat back in her chair the smile lingering on her face. It was so easy to blackmail a teenager with the thought of being humiliated in front of her friends.