Buffy's a lone slayer, Angel's a rogue demon hunter. What happens when their paths cross?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything really, but the car I bought off my brother-in-law for a dollar! So no suing me for anything I may use that may have a copyright somewhere...praises to Joss and David though!
Buffy frowned at the person making his way down the isle to the seat beside her. Ever since she had started high school, she had made sure no-one ever sat next to her. It wasn't that she couldn't have the company; she just chose not to, it was easier that way. Nobody ever understood her problem, well gift as she was constantly reminded by her ever faithful watcher. You see Buffy was a slayer, well THE slayer of all things gross and undead, and occasionally – depending on how she was feeling – the wayward criminal. She had tried once telling her only friend years ago about her calling, but she didn't take to nicely to it and moved to another group, starting another round of the ever annoying "Buffy taunts" where random people would verbally attack her. There was a plus to having powers; nobody ever tried to physically hurt her – they all knew that what she would retaliate with would be a million times worse.
Twisting a wayward strand of blonde hair around her finger, Buffy stared thoughtfully at the boy walking towards her. Wait, boy wasn't the right word for him, man was much better. He was tall and obviously worked out, judging from the way his white wife beater clung to his frame, emphasizing the muscles hidden beneath. Turning sharply away as his endless chocolate brown eyes met hers, Buffy shivered at the spark that made its way up from her toes to her head, warming every inch of her body. Shifting slightly in her seat, she reached over and moved her books off her desk, allowing him room to dump his books.
Turning her head to look out of the window, Buffy heard rather than felt him slide into his seat. The gentle sigh that escaped his lips, the way he softly placed his books on the desk before him. The last person, who had attempted sitting next to her, had been so loud she couldn't even hear her own thoughts, but this one was different. He was so quiet, so gentle in his actions, that if Buffy tried hard enough, she could probably hear his thoughts too, which upon thinking about it didn't sound too bad. It didn't take long for the teacher's voice to slice through her thoughts, bringing her crashing back to the land of the living.
"Buffy, seeing as Angel will be sharing your desk, would you mind showing him around and helping him with his lesson timetable?" Ms Calendar smiled brightly, her eyes sending a hidden message Buffy couldn't quite read.
Buffy smiled back, her eyes troubled and confused. "Of course. As if I would say no." Flashing a brief smile Angel's way, Buffy turned to look back out of the window. Ms Calendar was one of the few that knew Buffy's secret and made sure it was very well kept. She also made sure nobody was ever assigned as Buffy's partner, which was why Angel currently sitting next to her was confusing. Turning her head slightly, she chanced a sideways look at him. Maybe he was different. A chosen one just like her. Whatever it was, she was going to find out.
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