Title: Rags to Riches
Summary: Buffy is in an orphanage in Westbury, England. Takes place around the 1900's, but there's some hi tech stuff. She's 16 and has been there since she was 11. Her parents died in a boat accident and having no living relatives she was sent there. In London there is a family looking for a teenager to adopt, someone who could try to help their out of control son, Spike. Giles and Jenny meet Buffy and decide that she is perfect. They take her back to London where she meets Spike. At first there is nothing but hate between them, but then love starts to develop.
Thank you: Lolly6, Acid Fairy, Slaykitten91, sepakina, buffspike, Harm Marie, Artemis 66, Spike wuvs Buffy, and pixiedustbby2(I'm happy for you!).
AN: Ok first off, whoever sent me that review that said "Bs means bullshit" or whatever and wrote it like fifty times, get a life! I deleted it first thing and I don't remember who it was from, aside from that they were anonymous. Probably a BA shipper, (loser). But thanks to all who did review my story (nicely). How was your Christmas? I got the Radio Sunnydale CD, and a Spike calendar. Keep reviewing. I'm also really happy that Acid Fairy A.K.A I live in a Shoe A.K.A. My name is Becca A.K.A Sleepless Dreamer reviewed my story because she's always been my favourite, plus Sacred Hearts was the first story I ever read. And to Lolly6 I said that I will have some hi tech stuff in my story (maybe even a CD player, I'm not sure yet, or I'll go for old fashion like pickpocket).
~*~*~*~*~ "Ok girls, settle down, we all know that I'm the one who will be adopted, I'm the oldest, a rebel like their son, and pretty," Faith said boldly, earning an outburst of shrieks and a pillow in the face.
"We all have, you know, an equal chance," Amy said shyly. The girls shrugged in their small circle on Anya's bed and started to fiddle with buttons, and the corners of sheets.
"Hey, Aim all I'm saying is geezers will be more prone to buy people who they think fit in with their family scenario, and yours truly being a perfect match has a better chance, so chill," Faith said lightly, like it was nothing.
"Buy?" Willow said frowning.
"She's just saying it like it is, good for you," Anya stated brightly, with a nod of her head.
"I still wouldn't use that word," Willow said.
"C'mon Red, we know the drill, some old couple comes in looks us up and down and chooses the one they like best, then hands Ol' Brandytooke the money," Faith said with a shrug.
"Bu-" Willow started.
"Let it go," Buffy reasoned.
Willow gave in and Buffy decided to change the subject, "So what do you think the son did, why's he so troubled?"
"Normal teen stuff, pickpocket maybe, alcoholic, the usual," Anya said casually.
"And we want to be adopted into the screwed up family?" Amy said shifting into a cross legged position on the quilt.
"It's better than here, besides the parents might be ok, and decent food, clothes and other specialties," Buffy said getting lost in a day dream.
"Well whoever gets choosen write back here and tell us all abou-"
Amy was cut off by a deafening knock at the door. Willow groaned and slid off her bed to get it. Mrs.Burrows strode in exactly like she had done before. Whenever the girls saw her it was like having Déjà vu. She always wore the same outfit, a plum dress with small white dots, covered by a cream yarn sweater. Strings of plastic pearls hung loosely at her wrinkly kneck and pearl studs were clipped to her large ears. Her face held the same 'I hate my job' look day in, day out.
"Ok, the baths are ready, you'll take turns since we only have one tub, Buffy Summers is first." Buffy stood up awkwardly on her black chunky boots and walked out of the room slowly ducking her head under Mrs. Burrow's arm which she was using to prop the door open. Buffy walked down the wooden floored hallway and caught Mrs. Burrows reading off the orders that the girls would go in. The hallway was wainscoting. The bottom half tarnished chestnut wood and the upper half, an orange and pink like paint, with many long cracks spreading out like veins. There were pictures of former Master's on the wall that roosted in large brass frames. They always scared Buffy a little. The Master's had stern eyes, even more so than Brandytooke if that was possible. Most of the girls hated him, he would stop by on occasion, but all the girls knew he only started an Orphanage for the profit.
Buffy rounded a corner and came to the door that was the washroom. A dripping tap could be heard as she walked in. The bathroom had long, slender floor boards and robin blue paint. The washroom was simple; it had a sink and a tub. The toilets were in a separate part. She undressed and stepped into the luke warm water. It prickled at her skin and she washed with the unscented soap. After a couple minutes of scrubbing she clambered out and got dressed into the Orphanage uniform that had just been washed. It consisted of checkered knee socks, a ruffled navy skirt and long sleeved navy top with a white collar. She walked back slowly to the room. Apparently it was Faith's turn, as she left the second Buffy walked in.
"Hey, how was it?" Willow grinned strolling over to her, a teddy bear in her arm.
"Nice, refreshing," she said smiling.
"I'm next," Willow said grabbing her uniform. Buffy was dragging a brush through her newly cleaned blonde hair, lost in thought. She hated how the people would look them up and down like they were some object and then say 'I'll have IT." Most of the children were put to work on farms or work in factories in New York. It was rare that they got a nice home. But maybe this time it would be different.
AN: Ok this chapter was a little short but o well, keep the reviews coming. Happy New Year!
Summary: Buffy is in an orphanage in Westbury, England. Takes place around the 1900's, but there's some hi tech stuff. She's 16 and has been there since she was 11. Her parents died in a boat accident and having no living relatives she was sent there. In London there is a family looking for a teenager to adopt, someone who could try to help their out of control son, Spike. Giles and Jenny meet Buffy and decide that she is perfect. They take her back to London where she meets Spike. At first there is nothing but hate between them, but then love starts to develop.
Thank you: Lolly6, Acid Fairy, Slaykitten91, sepakina, buffspike, Harm Marie, Artemis 66, Spike wuvs Buffy, and pixiedustbby2(I'm happy for you!).
AN: Ok first off, whoever sent me that review that said "Bs means bullshit" or whatever and wrote it like fifty times, get a life! I deleted it first thing and I don't remember who it was from, aside from that they were anonymous. Probably a BA shipper, (loser). But thanks to all who did review my story (nicely). How was your Christmas? I got the Radio Sunnydale CD, and a Spike calendar. Keep reviewing. I'm also really happy that Acid Fairy A.K.A I live in a Shoe A.K.A. My name is Becca A.K.A Sleepless Dreamer reviewed my story because she's always been my favourite, plus Sacred Hearts was the first story I ever read. And to Lolly6 I said that I will have some hi tech stuff in my story (maybe even a CD player, I'm not sure yet, or I'll go for old fashion like pickpocket).
~*~*~*~*~ "Ok girls, settle down, we all know that I'm the one who will be adopted, I'm the oldest, a rebel like their son, and pretty," Faith said boldly, earning an outburst of shrieks and a pillow in the face.
"We all have, you know, an equal chance," Amy said shyly. The girls shrugged in their small circle on Anya's bed and started to fiddle with buttons, and the corners of sheets.
"Hey, Aim all I'm saying is geezers will be more prone to buy people who they think fit in with their family scenario, and yours truly being a perfect match has a better chance, so chill," Faith said lightly, like it was nothing.
"Buy?" Willow said frowning.
"She's just saying it like it is, good for you," Anya stated brightly, with a nod of her head.
"I still wouldn't use that word," Willow said.
"C'mon Red, we know the drill, some old couple comes in looks us up and down and chooses the one they like best, then hands Ol' Brandytooke the money," Faith said with a shrug.
"Bu-" Willow started.
"Let it go," Buffy reasoned.
Willow gave in and Buffy decided to change the subject, "So what do you think the son did, why's he so troubled?"
"Normal teen stuff, pickpocket maybe, alcoholic, the usual," Anya said casually.
"And we want to be adopted into the screwed up family?" Amy said shifting into a cross legged position on the quilt.
"It's better than here, besides the parents might be ok, and decent food, clothes and other specialties," Buffy said getting lost in a day dream.
"Well whoever gets choosen write back here and tell us all abou-"
Amy was cut off by a deafening knock at the door. Willow groaned and slid off her bed to get it. Mrs.Burrows strode in exactly like she had done before. Whenever the girls saw her it was like having Déjà vu. She always wore the same outfit, a plum dress with small white dots, covered by a cream yarn sweater. Strings of plastic pearls hung loosely at her wrinkly kneck and pearl studs were clipped to her large ears. Her face held the same 'I hate my job' look day in, day out.
"Ok, the baths are ready, you'll take turns since we only have one tub, Buffy Summers is first." Buffy stood up awkwardly on her black chunky boots and walked out of the room slowly ducking her head under Mrs. Burrow's arm which she was using to prop the door open. Buffy walked down the wooden floored hallway and caught Mrs. Burrows reading off the orders that the girls would go in. The hallway was wainscoting. The bottom half tarnished chestnut wood and the upper half, an orange and pink like paint, with many long cracks spreading out like veins. There were pictures of former Master's on the wall that roosted in large brass frames. They always scared Buffy a little. The Master's had stern eyes, even more so than Brandytooke if that was possible. Most of the girls hated him, he would stop by on occasion, but all the girls knew he only started an Orphanage for the profit.
Buffy rounded a corner and came to the door that was the washroom. A dripping tap could be heard as she walked in. The bathroom had long, slender floor boards and robin blue paint. The washroom was simple; it had a sink and a tub. The toilets were in a separate part. She undressed and stepped into the luke warm water. It prickled at her skin and she washed with the unscented soap. After a couple minutes of scrubbing she clambered out and got dressed into the Orphanage uniform that had just been washed. It consisted of checkered knee socks, a ruffled navy skirt and long sleeved navy top with a white collar. She walked back slowly to the room. Apparently it was Faith's turn, as she left the second Buffy walked in.
"Hey, how was it?" Willow grinned strolling over to her, a teddy bear in her arm.
"Nice, refreshing," she said smiling.
"I'm next," Willow said grabbing her uniform. Buffy was dragging a brush through her newly cleaned blonde hair, lost in thought. She hated how the people would look them up and down like they were some object and then say 'I'll have IT." Most of the children were put to work on farms or work in factories in New York. It was rare that they got a nice home. But maybe this time it would be different.
AN: Ok this chapter was a little short but o well, keep the reviews coming. Happy New Year!