buffyangel4eva- first off, thank you. i'm happy you guys like the fact that i made buffy the slayer. and as for doyle, fred and faith being in the story, yes, yes and yes. lol
n170017- thank you! i don't know how often my updates are gonna be, cause my life is pretty hectic, but i'll try and update often.
a/n: ok. i don't know how to write a spoiled person. i know it sounds really stupid, but i don't. and i don't really wanna make buffy that spoiled and conceited, you know? and also, i don't know how to write a three year old, lol. so if those parts are crappy, i apologize ahead of time.
sorry for any spelling mistakes, or bad grammar. but i don't have spell checker or anything like that... so i try my best =D
Buffy sat on a sofa in the living room of her Watcher's apartment. Giles wasn't her first Watcher, but he had been around for the majority of her slaying years. When they'd first met, she'd been an ignorant, spoiled, stubborn brat. And although she still could be at times, he had helped her realize who she really was. And she was grateful for that.
Her father had never really been around. So, in a way, it almost felt as if Giles was her father. He worried about her not only when she went out patrolling, but when she went out with her friends. He questioned her about boys she'd been hanging out with, and gotten on her back when she arrived late. And she liked that.
"How was the patrol? Anything out of the ordinary?" Giles asked, sitting down beside her.
"Um, if you call a seventeen-year-old girl going out at night to slay vampires ordinary, then yep, that's how it was."
Giles smiled, and was about to say something, when Buffy cut in. "Well, there was this one guy. He was cute, but totally rude. He had the nerve to ask me what I was doing there... Of course, I asked him too... But hello, Slayer girl here. Those are my cemeteries."
"What did you tell him?"
"Don't freak out Giles, I didn't tell him a thing. I played the innocent girl act, and told him it was my short-cut home. You know, the I'm-so-weak-men-so-strong act. That one," she said, standing. "I'm going home, ok? Long night."
He nodded, and stood as well. "Come by tomorrow then, we'll train some more."
"Can do. Night Giles," Buffy said, grabbing her jacket and leaving.
Buffy opened the door to her house and stepped inside. Her footsteps echoed in the big entrance way, and she silenty closed the door behind her, trying to not wake her parents, or draw attention to herself.
"Buffy, dear is that you?" Joyce asked, walking over to her. "Good. Your father and I need to speak to you."
"I'm only five minutes late. Do I really need an hour long lecture about being on time? I promise to be five minutes early tomorrow night," Buffy said, following her mother into her father's study.
He was sitting behind his desk, sorting through papers, a worried expression on his face. He looked up when the two entered, and smiled at her Buffy, before seating them like they were clients of his.
"Buffy, there's a slight problem..." Hank said.
"I know. I'm late. By five minutes though, five."
"No sweetie, it's not that," Joyce said. "Let him finish."
Buffy turned back to her father. "All the money... It's gone," he said.
"But... But how?" she asked.
"Your daddy may have made a small mistake in his taxes honey."
Buffy stared at him in shock, then stood up. "What do you think I am dad? Another dumb blonde? Well I'm not! I know it takes more then a "small mistake" to lose everything! Don't lie to me like I'm a child!" she yelled, tears falling down her cheeks.
She looked to her mother, before running out of the room and up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her.
Angel opened the door to his apartment. He closed the door behind him, trying not to be too loud to wake Katie or his mother. He placed the grocery bag on the table beside him, and sighed when he saw his mother passed out on the sofa, an empty bottle of vodka lying on the floor beside her, a cigarette still burning in the ash tray.
He walked over to her, and picked the bottle up of the floor. He burned out the cigarette, and kissed her lightly on the forehead before taking it all into the kitchen.
His mother had turned to alcohol when his father passed, not knowing how to deal with it. That had been two years ago, when Katie was just a baby. She didn't get to know her mother, her real mother. The one who despised alcohol and who always wore a smile on her face.
"Angel?"
He turned away from the sink when he heard his mother's muffled voice. "Go back to sleep mom. It's just me."
He heard her mumble something, before bringing the blanket up to her head.
Angel finished getting rid of the bottle, and cleaning the ash tray, and turned to head into his sister's room. He barely got time for himself, but he had gotten used to it. When his dad died, he had to take over and be the man of the house, at only the age of sixteen. Two years later and he had accepted it. If he didn't take care of the house, of Katie, of his mother, who would?
Quietly he opened the door to the bedroom, and closed it behind him. A few toys were scattered on the floor, and he smiled before collecting them.
"Angel?"
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" he asked, turning to see his little sister staring at him.
"Mommy was yelling... And... And cwying. I was scwared Angel," she said.
Angel sat down on her bed, taking her in his arms. "Mommy's just confused Katie. But she would never hurt you. There's nothing to be scared of."
She nodded, and cuddled into him. He kissed her on top of the head, before closing his eyes and resting his head back on the pillow.
Thoughts of the girl he had ran into in the cemetery filled his mind. She was beautiful, and brave. A small girl like her walking around in a cemetery at night, that wasn't something you saw very often. But that's part of what attracted him to her.
No, he thought. She's way out of your league. Did you see her clothes?
n170017- thank you! i don't know how often my updates are gonna be, cause my life is pretty hectic, but i'll try and update often.
a/n: ok. i don't know how to write a spoiled person. i know it sounds really stupid, but i don't. and i don't really wanna make buffy that spoiled and conceited, you know? and also, i don't know how to write a three year old, lol. so if those parts are crappy, i apologize ahead of time.
sorry for any spelling mistakes, or bad grammar. but i don't have spell checker or anything like that... so i try my best =D
Buffy sat on a sofa in the living room of her Watcher's apartment. Giles wasn't her first Watcher, but he had been around for the majority of her slaying years. When they'd first met, she'd been an ignorant, spoiled, stubborn brat. And although she still could be at times, he had helped her realize who she really was. And she was grateful for that.
Her father had never really been around. So, in a way, it almost felt as if Giles was her father. He worried about her not only when she went out patrolling, but when she went out with her friends. He questioned her about boys she'd been hanging out with, and gotten on her back when she arrived late. And she liked that.
"How was the patrol? Anything out of the ordinary?" Giles asked, sitting down beside her.
"Um, if you call a seventeen-year-old girl going out at night to slay vampires ordinary, then yep, that's how it was."
Giles smiled, and was about to say something, when Buffy cut in. "Well, there was this one guy. He was cute, but totally rude. He had the nerve to ask me what I was doing there... Of course, I asked him too... But hello, Slayer girl here. Those are my cemeteries."
"What did you tell him?"
"Don't freak out Giles, I didn't tell him a thing. I played the innocent girl act, and told him it was my short-cut home. You know, the I'm-so-weak-men-so-strong act. That one," she said, standing. "I'm going home, ok? Long night."
He nodded, and stood as well. "Come by tomorrow then, we'll train some more."
"Can do. Night Giles," Buffy said, grabbing her jacket and leaving.
Buffy opened the door to her house and stepped inside. Her footsteps echoed in the big entrance way, and she silenty closed the door behind her, trying to not wake her parents, or draw attention to herself.
"Buffy, dear is that you?" Joyce asked, walking over to her. "Good. Your father and I need to speak to you."
"I'm only five minutes late. Do I really need an hour long lecture about being on time? I promise to be five minutes early tomorrow night," Buffy said, following her mother into her father's study.
He was sitting behind his desk, sorting through papers, a worried expression on his face. He looked up when the two entered, and smiled at her Buffy, before seating them like they were clients of his.
"Buffy, there's a slight problem..." Hank said.
"I know. I'm late. By five minutes though, five."
"No sweetie, it's not that," Joyce said. "Let him finish."
Buffy turned back to her father. "All the money... It's gone," he said.
"But... But how?" she asked.
"Your daddy may have made a small mistake in his taxes honey."
Buffy stared at him in shock, then stood up. "What do you think I am dad? Another dumb blonde? Well I'm not! I know it takes more then a "small mistake" to lose everything! Don't lie to me like I'm a child!" she yelled, tears falling down her cheeks.
She looked to her mother, before running out of the room and up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her.
Angel opened the door to his apartment. He closed the door behind him, trying not to be too loud to wake Katie or his mother. He placed the grocery bag on the table beside him, and sighed when he saw his mother passed out on the sofa, an empty bottle of vodka lying on the floor beside her, a cigarette still burning in the ash tray.
He walked over to her, and picked the bottle up of the floor. He burned out the cigarette, and kissed her lightly on the forehead before taking it all into the kitchen.
His mother had turned to alcohol when his father passed, not knowing how to deal with it. That had been two years ago, when Katie was just a baby. She didn't get to know her mother, her real mother. The one who despised alcohol and who always wore a smile on her face.
"Angel?"
He turned away from the sink when he heard his mother's muffled voice. "Go back to sleep mom. It's just me."
He heard her mumble something, before bringing the blanket up to her head.
Angel finished getting rid of the bottle, and cleaning the ash tray, and turned to head into his sister's room. He barely got time for himself, but he had gotten used to it. When his dad died, he had to take over and be the man of the house, at only the age of sixteen. Two years later and he had accepted it. If he didn't take care of the house, of Katie, of his mother, who would?
Quietly he opened the door to the bedroom, and closed it behind him. A few toys were scattered on the floor, and he smiled before collecting them.
"Angel?"
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" he asked, turning to see his little sister staring at him.
"Mommy was yelling... And... And cwying. I was scwared Angel," she said.
Angel sat down on her bed, taking her in his arms. "Mommy's just confused Katie. But she would never hurt you. There's nothing to be scared of."
She nodded, and cuddled into him. He kissed her on top of the head, before closing his eyes and resting his head back on the pillow.
Thoughts of the girl he had ran into in the cemetery filled his mind. She was beautiful, and brave. A small girl like her walking around in a cemetery at night, that wasn't something you saw very often. But that's part of what attracted him to her.
No, he thought. She's way out of your league. Did you see her clothes?
