A/N: This is, plain and simple, AU. Instead of Angel turning into a vampire in Ireland in the 1700's, I wondered what it would be like if set in the modern day world. This is a story I posted in one of my Yahoo groups, and just thought you guys might like it as well.
CHAPTER 5
Buffy stood at her locker the following day, rummaging around for her second period textbook. Her eyes floated down the hall towards Cordelia's locker, where the beautiful cheerleader and Charles stood.
"Here's your bracelet," Cordy said as she tossed the fore mentioned bracelet into a box that stood at her feet. "And here's your pathetic little class ring." She slammed the ring down into the box angrily.
"Look, Cordy, I ain't trying to end this on a bad note," Charles explained. "It's just… I realized how much of a bitch you can be."
Cordy gasped in shock. "Oh, my God. You know you knew that when we started going out." She turned and walked down the hall with a large groan.
Charles picked up the box filled with all the things he'd given to Cordy since they started dating then turned around and walked up to Buffy. "Hey, Buff."
"Hey," Buffy greeted lightly. "Cordy take it hard?"
"Hard as hell," Charles sighed.
"You sure about the whole breaking up thing?" Buffy asked.
"Trust me. I'm sure," Charles said certainly.
"Buffy, Charles." The two teenagers glanced up at Wesley, who was headed their way. "Did either of you catch the news this morning?"
"The news?" Buffy scoffed. "Please. Like I had time between applying foundation, moisturizer, eye shadow—" She stopped when she realized the looks she was getting was from the two of them. "Uh, no, didn't catch it."
"What's up, Wes?" Charles asked.
"You know that Liam boy that went missing about a week ago?"
"Yeah," Buffy and Charles nodded simultaneously.
"His parents were found dead in their bedroom late last night," Wesley announced. When Buffy and Charles only responded with shocked expressions he continued. "And his entire attic caught fire. If the fire department hadn't gotten there on the time the entire house would have been lost."
"What about his sister?" Charles asked. "The girl that goes to Alonna's school."
"She was never found but according to the fire team she was lost in the attic fire," Wesley explained.
"Wow," Buffy stated. "That's just… wow."
"Damn," Charles whistled in awe. "That family's as jacked up as the Kennedy's."
Later that evening a teenaged girl sat in her living room on the couch, wearing her long bathrobe. Her hair was wrapped up in large towel. As she changed the channel on the TV with the remote that was firmly planted in her hand, her parents walked in.
"All right, Druanne," said her mother. "We're ready to leave now." Her husband placed her coat on her shoulders.
"OK," the girl nodded, her eyes glued on the TV.
"We should be back from the meeting at the church in a few hours," her father added.
"No problem." The teenager got up from where she stood and went up to them. "Have a great time."
"We'll see you later, dear," her mother said. With that, both her parents exited the house.
"Bye," Druanne called to them as they walked down the block. "Say hi to everyone for me." She glanced around for a minute. "All right, the coast is clear!"
Her boyfriend, William, or Spike, which he preferred, entered the house then, clad in his usual black jeans, black t-shirt, and long, leather coat, which he was never without. His hair was bleached blonde, as always.
"Never thought they'd leave," Spike said then smiled at the girl that stood before him. "Hey."
"Hey," she smiled back as she walked into the living room. "Let me change into something more comfortable." Then she slipped off her bathrobe, revealing that she wore a tan midriff and brown mini-skirt. Then she snatched off the towel that fastened her hair, showing her long, black curls. "There we go."
"That's more like it," Spike smirked as he went up and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. "…Druanne." He immediately chuckled.
"Stop it." She slapped his arm playfully. "I go by Dru. You know that."
"Of course, pet." The British teenager knelt down and planted his lips on hers.
"Mmm," Dru moaned happily as they continued to kiss.
When they finally came up for air Dru led the way over to the couch where they both took a seat. Spike, one of the better things in life. He and Dru had been together for nearly four years and Dru's parents were still completely clueless on how serious the two were. It seemed like the perfect setup, though.
"I swear I hate school," Dru said. "Bloody nuns."
Spike chuckled and played with her curls. "You're becoming more and more like me, luv."
"Hmm?" Dru turned and looked into his eyes. "Would that be a good thing?"
"Very good." Spike leaned in towards her and kissed her lips. Soon he was on top of her on the couch and Dru had her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him deeply.
Dru suddenly gasped and shoved him away from her, much to Spike's surprise. Dru clutched her head, as if she wore in pain.
"What?" Spike panicked. "Are you getting one of those headaches?"
Dru ignored him and started to murmur to herself. "The angel… he's tall and dark. I can feel him. What is he?"
Spike looked completely bewildered. "Angel?"
Dru snapped out of it suddenly. "Nothing. I'll be right back. Don't miss me." She got up from where she sat and sped off to the upstairs bathroom.
Dru splashed water all over her pretty face and released a huge breath. She glanced up into the mirror that hung above the sink and sighed again. Getting a vision during a date, what a drag.
A/N: This chapter was supposed to be longer but I think I wrote it in a hurry or something. Also, the whole "Druanne" thing is a quick fix. I have no clue what Drusilla's name was before she died. Please review!