DISCLAMER: hmm...are Buffy and Angel together? Did Riley die a slow and painful death? Do Spike and Cordelia still have all of their spunk?...NO! Here is your answer. I don't own them.
TIME: Buffy has been slaying for way less than a year.
FEEDBACK/REVIEWS: would make my day.
PAIRS: Buffy/Angel (if you don't like them, then don't read! And don't dislike the story because of this pairing - just don't read). Other pairings, if I please, I will put in.
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The room was dark, dark walls with dark carpet. The carpet was once white but the blood lost there and the death it had witnessed had scorched it an ugly mix of brown and burgundy. She looked at his limp body one last time and walked out of the room. Her life had just changed dramatically, but yet she wasn't aware of how this event would mark her future.
"Hey Buffy! How are you holding up?" her best friend asked her the next Monday.
"Oh, you know me. I'm peachy as always. Really, what could be wrong? I mean, I didn't just watch MY watcher die or anything like that," she remarked sarcastically.
"Well, look at the little, tiny, bright side...you saved the world again." Willow pointed out as they headed off toward first period science.
Outside the school, a man stood with his right shoulder leaning against the brick wall of the building. He was looking for something or maybe someone - he wasn't sure - anything that could tell him where the library was. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around to find a girl looking at him flirtatiously. The girl had long, blackish-brownish hair and brown eyes. She had a toothy, white smile. Her face was deadened with makeup, and her entire appearance was fake. She really was not all that attractive, or in his opinion she wasn't, but she looked like the kind of girl that was extremely popular and snobbish.
"Hi! You seem to be lost. You're new here, aren't you? I have never seen you before. By the way, I am Cordelia. Who are you and where did you come from?" she asked while placing her hand on his upper arm.
"My name is Angelus O'Connor, and I'm looking for the library." He was getting uncomfortable by the way she so casually threw herself at him.
"Oh, well then, I know just where that is. Come on and I'll show you," she told him as she took him by the hand and led him towards the library.
"So, here we are, the school library, where you can find all the books that you need."
Angelus now knew that her favorite color was baby blue, she was an only child, her favorite band was Outcast, she used to have a cat named fluffy, her mother's name was Clare and her father's name was Jack. He now wished that he had politely declined her offer. Nope, he really did not like her at all. She seemed...oh...what's the word? He didn't want to say conceited, oh wait, yes he did.
"Thank you, Cordelia," he was trying to be polite to her but he was having a really hard time, he just didn't like her.
He walked into the library and sat down at the front desk. Yes, I have finally escaped her, he thought. He opened up his laptop and flipped it on. He went in to major research mode. He really wanted to know about Sunnydale. To him it sounded very interesting. Yes, he was right, it was very interesting - what filled with vampires and demons and all of that good stuff, what's not to love? Besides, the vampires and demons and what not. Oh well, it could get exciting. He would do what he came here to do and hopefully not die in the process. I just really hope that she is not that stubborn.
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TBC: duh! Please review!!!!!!!!!
TIME: Buffy has been slaying for way less than a year.
FEEDBACK/REVIEWS: would make my day.
PAIRS: Buffy/Angel (if you don't like them, then don't read! And don't dislike the story because of this pairing - just don't read). Other pairings, if I please, I will put in.
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The room was dark, dark walls with dark carpet. The carpet was once white but the blood lost there and the death it had witnessed had scorched it an ugly mix of brown and burgundy. She looked at his limp body one last time and walked out of the room. Her life had just changed dramatically, but yet she wasn't aware of how this event would mark her future.
"Hey Buffy! How are you holding up?" her best friend asked her the next Monday.
"Oh, you know me. I'm peachy as always. Really, what could be wrong? I mean, I didn't just watch MY watcher die or anything like that," she remarked sarcastically.
"Well, look at the little, tiny, bright side...you saved the world again." Willow pointed out as they headed off toward first period science.
Outside the school, a man stood with his right shoulder leaning against the brick wall of the building. He was looking for something or maybe someone - he wasn't sure - anything that could tell him where the library was. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around to find a girl looking at him flirtatiously. The girl had long, blackish-brownish hair and brown eyes. She had a toothy, white smile. Her face was deadened with makeup, and her entire appearance was fake. She really was not all that attractive, or in his opinion she wasn't, but she looked like the kind of girl that was extremely popular and snobbish.
"Hi! You seem to be lost. You're new here, aren't you? I have never seen you before. By the way, I am Cordelia. Who are you and where did you come from?" she asked while placing her hand on his upper arm.
"My name is Angelus O'Connor, and I'm looking for the library." He was getting uncomfortable by the way she so casually threw herself at him.
"Oh, well then, I know just where that is. Come on and I'll show you," she told him as she took him by the hand and led him towards the library.
"So, here we are, the school library, where you can find all the books that you need."
Angelus now knew that her favorite color was baby blue, she was an only child, her favorite band was Outcast, she used to have a cat named fluffy, her mother's name was Clare and her father's name was Jack. He now wished that he had politely declined her offer. Nope, he really did not like her at all. She seemed...oh...what's the word? He didn't want to say conceited, oh wait, yes he did.
"Thank you, Cordelia," he was trying to be polite to her but he was having a really hard time, he just didn't like her.
He walked into the library and sat down at the front desk. Yes, I have finally escaped her, he thought. He opened up his laptop and flipped it on. He went in to major research mode. He really wanted to know about Sunnydale. To him it sounded very interesting. Yes, he was right, it was very interesting - what filled with vampires and demons and all of that good stuff, what's not to love? Besides, the vampires and demons and what not. Oh well, it could get exciting. He would do what he came here to do and hopefully not die in the process. I just really hope that she is not that stubborn.
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TBC: duh! Please review!!!!!!!!!