***I don't own anyone. And this is AU. Everyone is human and in high
school. Except quite a few have a past they're running from. Hope everyone
likes it. Please send me reviews. Thanks. ***
The pain spread through her body as he hit her again.
And again.
And again.
By now she was nothing more than a bloody mess with two hazel eyes, eyes that had seen too much.
She knew what he had done knew his crime, and now he would inflict the same on her. He had no qualms about beating her to death.
Another blow.was it seven.eight.hell there was no use counting anymore, there were too many to count, just as always.
He was staring at her with burning hatred; it was all quiet, too quiet. The kind of silence that chilled you to the bone.
The door slammed open.
No longer quiet.
There was shouting and pain.
Too much pain.
She sat straight up in bed, covered in perspiration. Her hands shook as she pushed back the quilt and lay back down. Her eyes closed again, trying to block out the images that haunted her night or day.
Rolling over in bed; she opened and closed her hazel eyes to the sound of her alarm clock, the sound that had awaken her from her hellish dream. Turning it off; she set her slender feet on the carpet of her room. Wearily the girl finally opened her eyes to the blinding light that streamed through her windows. Morning was over rated as far as she was concerned.
It had been another sleepless night of tossing and turning in the never- ending insomnia that seemed to plague her life. In the past it had been the screaming and yelling, now it was the nightmares of the past that haunted her mind with the force of a driving wind.
Grimacing at the lock door of her bedroom she pulled on a bathrobe and a pair of fuzzy slippers. Locking her door was a habit she knew she would probably never break, but then seventeen years of habit was hard to do in three weeks. Even when you knew it was safe. That there was no one waiting to hurt you; at least now there wasn't unless you counted the ghosts of the past. She knew it hurt her uncle that she did it, but for some reason she couldn't stop herself at night. Almost like she fear they would come back and hurt her; the way they had always done.
Her uncle had offered to set up an appointment with a therapist; she had declined of course. After all she knew what the problem was; she didn't need someone who was just in it for the money to tell her it. Not to mention she had always worked out her problems and now was the time to change a survive skill.
"Buffy? Are you up dear?" her uncle called from the stairs.
"Yes, I'll be down in a bit," she called back. Moving to the bathroom Buffy showered quickly. Returning to her room she pulled on a light blue skirt that cut off a few inches above her knees and a white blouse; with white low heals to match. Pulling her hair up and putting on a little make up. Finishing up she grabbed her things and headed down to the kitchen where her uncle quietly handed her a glass of juice and a breakfast bar.
He was a sweet older man actually to tell the truth her Uncle Giles wasn't all that old. Maybe it his late thirties, early forties. She hadn't seen much of him when she was growing up, not that it was his fault; and since she had to live with him they had grown close in a strange way. They had an unspoken agreement that he wouldn't ask and she would tell when she felt ready to re-live the past.
Smiling as the climbed into his car Giles asked, "Ready for your first day at Sunnydale High?" A small twinkle reflected in his eyes.
"As much as I can be. Do you really have to be a librarian at this school?" she teased her mood lighter that it had been in days despite her lack of sleep the night before.
** As Buffy walked through the hall of her new high school she was beginning to be really grateful to her uncle for handling her classes. The principle was such a dick. All high and mighty sitting on his little throne, the absolute toad. After throwing things in her locker she hurried to her first class.
History. not what she really wanted in the morning, but hey it worked. At least it wasn't math. She always excelled at her studies in school; perhaps because that was the only thing she had ever had, either way it had paid off. Until she had accidentally burnt down the school's gym, not that it was her fault by any means. A gang fight had started and she had gotten stuck in the middle, in the end she was blamed and that was the end of the matter. Except for the tiny fact that it had been put on her records.for life.
Turning into the class she rapped lightly on the door and entered.
"Hello I'm Buffy Summers," she said as the teacher gave her an odd look.
"Oh yes the new student. I'm Jenny Calendar I'm filling in for Mr. Prigg today. Would you like to tell us something about your self?" she asked in a sweet voice. Altogether she seemed really nice, but then looks are deceiving.
"I'm Buffy Summers and I've from L.A. Um that's really it," she stuttered a bit. She really hated begin up in front of big crowds. It reminded her too much of courts; everyone staring at you like they're expecting you to break down.
"Have a seat by Riley Finn please," the teacher said pointing to a sandy haired boy who raised his hand. Scooting to the seat pointed out Buffy smiled as the red headed girl across from her waved. She was awful friendly for someone she hadn't even met. It was refreshing; perhaps after the class she could try and catch up with the girl.
"Hi there sugar cakes," Riley leered next to her, his eyes traveling up and down her.
Buffy frowned at him. And to think she thought he would be the nice innocent farm boy type. Hell he sure did look the part; in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Glancing at him Buffy turned her eyes back to the teacher and trying to ignore him the rest of the class.
Which wasn't at all easy, hell as annoying as he was, he would probably try a saint to murder. Picking up her things Buffy bolted as the bell rung.
"So Willow, heard you had class with the new girl. What's she like?" asked Xander, only to receive a grueling punch to the ribs from his girlfriend Cordelia.
"What?" he asked a bit surprised?
"I don't see why you care. You have me after all," She huffed out.
"A man can be curious luv, " Spike cut in as he pushed Faith against the wall for a deep kiss.
While more than half the group nod.
They consisted of Angel, Spike, Xander, Willow, Faith, Oz and Cordelia. And everyone in the school knew them and the stories of how they grew up on the bad side of town.
Angel and Willow's older brother Doyle took care of them legally since their parents had died five years ago. But for all intense and purposes they took care of each other, each in a different way.
Two years ago their lives changed again. Spike and Cordelia's parent committed suicide over the amount of money they owed in taxes. Leaving the two with nothing more than the clothes on their backs. Therefore the two came to live with them. Not a bad thing, just a bit crowded when you needed peace and quite.
"She was sweet. And I have to give her major points since she totally ignored Riley," Willow replied receiving looks from all.
"You mean fish boy was hitting on her?" Angel asked with a bit of a growl. He knew Riley, better than most and was disgusted with the way he treated his women.
"Not was but is," Xander pointed out the lockers across from them.
"Hey sugar cakes, how 'bout you and I go out tonight. Have a little fun on the dance floor and then have a little fun in bed," Riley smirked. Leaning forward he pinned the girl between himself and the wall.
"No," Was all Buffy said as she glared up at him. She'd always hated people who tried to prey on the weak. But then she wasn't weak and hadn't been for sometime, that would get the asshole off her case.
"How 'bout I change your mind," he spat as his hand came up to cup her breasts.
Loathing slithered threw Buffy's body, the same feeling that entered her every time she thought of the past, or when her dreams came.
A smile formed on her lips. "Remove your hand or I'll remove it for you," she answered sweetly her voice dripping with ice.
"OHHH tough girl," the man next to her laughed.
"Shut it Forrest. So what are you going to do to me sugar cakes?" Riley asked; his grip becoming painfully tight on her body.
Buffy quickly brought the toe of her heals into his crotch; while the pain registered on his face she grabbed his wrist and twisted, stopping only when he was on his knees in front of her.
A mocking smile formed on her lips, "Keep your hands to yourself and keep away from me. Is that understood?" Riley nodded and Buffy released his arm. Side stepping him she moved from the scene.
She didn't trust anyone and she trusted the male gender even less. It kept her safe and safe was how she wanted to stay. Her eyes wandered the crowd around her, most moved out of her way as soon as she moved towards them. Smiling she caught sight of a bold red head.
"DID YOU SEE THAT?" Xander exclaimed dumbstruck at the petite blonds actions.
"Who didn't," Spike retorted so in shock that he was allowing Faith to slip down the wall.
"Hey babe," she grumbled.
"Sorry luv," he smiled lifting her back up.
"I like her she's got gut. I've never seen a woman, even one of us, raise their voice to him. Let alone bring him to his knees," Cordelia giggled.
"Yeah, most are to scared of him. After all he left quite an impression on his last girlfriend," Angel stated. A big enough impression to send her to the loony bin.
"Looks like she's coming this way," Oz stated, kissing Willow's lips lightly. His expression giving nothing away.
"Wonder what she wants," Willow asked aloud.
"We'll know soon enough," Angel said leaning on the locker next to his baby sister.
So many people. Buffy thought as she came closer to the red head. But yet none among them were as compelling as the man leaning next to her. His dark brown hair was spiked upward, his features straight, well built. His broad shoulders were covered in a leather jacket, going to his narrow hips were his jeans hugged in a strange and erotic way. She wasn't close enough to see the color of his eyes, but even from a distance they held a certain power and undeniable sexuality about them.
Scanning the group she noted that there were three girls and four boys. All had another person on their arm except for the one she felt a blatant pull to. She smiled in a way it was a good sign, even if she had sworn off men and everything to do with them a long time ago.
"Are you Willow Rosenberg?" Buffy asked the pretty red head.
"Yes and your Buffy Summers the new girl," Willow smiled slightly.
"That would be me, but after what happen I have a feeling I'll get a new title. But from what I hear you're the genius of the school, so I was wondering if I could borrow your notes for the classes we have together. That is if it's alright with you?"
"Of course, let me get them for you," Willow grinned broadly, shoving them man behind her out of the way. "Here," the red head handed Buffy a large notebook filled with notes.
"Thanks I'll get these back to you later," Buffy said, her hazel eyes growing large at the stack of notes in her arms.
"Don't worry about it, I've got them all saved on my computer at home. You can have these."
"Pretty neat moves you put on Riley over there. Your probably right about the new title, it will be around school by the end of the day," At the blonds weird look he added," I'm Xander."
"I'm a pretty neat girl," was all she said, being certain to keep her distance from the guys. It was stupid she knew, they weren't going to hurt her, but still the memories made her wary.
"You know if you want I could help you catch up. The only problem is that we'd have to do it at my house, so if you want you can walk home with us and we can get to studying," Willow volunteered. There was something unique about Buffy, a past that seemed to haunt in her eyes and a future that looked bright if only the shadows disappeared.
"I'd like that I just have to talk to my Uncle, so perhaps we could meet in the library?"
"What's your uncle the librarian or something?" Spike smirked at his joke.
"As a matter of fact you hit the nail on the head Captain Peroxide," Buffy grinned back. Laughing when the boy stuck out his tongue, "You should be careful where you put your tongue your girlfriend there just might have to cut it out," she winked and walked away.
"I like her," Angel declared, speaking for the first time since Buffy had arrived," she's got spunk."
The pain spread through her body as he hit her again.
And again.
And again.
By now she was nothing more than a bloody mess with two hazel eyes, eyes that had seen too much.
She knew what he had done knew his crime, and now he would inflict the same on her. He had no qualms about beating her to death.
Another blow.was it seven.eight.hell there was no use counting anymore, there were too many to count, just as always.
He was staring at her with burning hatred; it was all quiet, too quiet. The kind of silence that chilled you to the bone.
The door slammed open.
No longer quiet.
There was shouting and pain.
Too much pain.
She sat straight up in bed, covered in perspiration. Her hands shook as she pushed back the quilt and lay back down. Her eyes closed again, trying to block out the images that haunted her night or day.
Rolling over in bed; she opened and closed her hazel eyes to the sound of her alarm clock, the sound that had awaken her from her hellish dream. Turning it off; she set her slender feet on the carpet of her room. Wearily the girl finally opened her eyes to the blinding light that streamed through her windows. Morning was over rated as far as she was concerned.
It had been another sleepless night of tossing and turning in the never- ending insomnia that seemed to plague her life. In the past it had been the screaming and yelling, now it was the nightmares of the past that haunted her mind with the force of a driving wind.
Grimacing at the lock door of her bedroom she pulled on a bathrobe and a pair of fuzzy slippers. Locking her door was a habit she knew she would probably never break, but then seventeen years of habit was hard to do in three weeks. Even when you knew it was safe. That there was no one waiting to hurt you; at least now there wasn't unless you counted the ghosts of the past. She knew it hurt her uncle that she did it, but for some reason she couldn't stop herself at night. Almost like she fear they would come back and hurt her; the way they had always done.
Her uncle had offered to set up an appointment with a therapist; she had declined of course. After all she knew what the problem was; she didn't need someone who was just in it for the money to tell her it. Not to mention she had always worked out her problems and now was the time to change a survive skill.
"Buffy? Are you up dear?" her uncle called from the stairs.
"Yes, I'll be down in a bit," she called back. Moving to the bathroom Buffy showered quickly. Returning to her room she pulled on a light blue skirt that cut off a few inches above her knees and a white blouse; with white low heals to match. Pulling her hair up and putting on a little make up. Finishing up she grabbed her things and headed down to the kitchen where her uncle quietly handed her a glass of juice and a breakfast bar.
He was a sweet older man actually to tell the truth her Uncle Giles wasn't all that old. Maybe it his late thirties, early forties. She hadn't seen much of him when she was growing up, not that it was his fault; and since she had to live with him they had grown close in a strange way. They had an unspoken agreement that he wouldn't ask and she would tell when she felt ready to re-live the past.
Smiling as the climbed into his car Giles asked, "Ready for your first day at Sunnydale High?" A small twinkle reflected in his eyes.
"As much as I can be. Do you really have to be a librarian at this school?" she teased her mood lighter that it had been in days despite her lack of sleep the night before.
** As Buffy walked through the hall of her new high school she was beginning to be really grateful to her uncle for handling her classes. The principle was such a dick. All high and mighty sitting on his little throne, the absolute toad. After throwing things in her locker she hurried to her first class.
History. not what she really wanted in the morning, but hey it worked. At least it wasn't math. She always excelled at her studies in school; perhaps because that was the only thing she had ever had, either way it had paid off. Until she had accidentally burnt down the school's gym, not that it was her fault by any means. A gang fight had started and she had gotten stuck in the middle, in the end she was blamed and that was the end of the matter. Except for the tiny fact that it had been put on her records.for life.
Turning into the class she rapped lightly on the door and entered.
"Hello I'm Buffy Summers," she said as the teacher gave her an odd look.
"Oh yes the new student. I'm Jenny Calendar I'm filling in for Mr. Prigg today. Would you like to tell us something about your self?" she asked in a sweet voice. Altogether she seemed really nice, but then looks are deceiving.
"I'm Buffy Summers and I've from L.A. Um that's really it," she stuttered a bit. She really hated begin up in front of big crowds. It reminded her too much of courts; everyone staring at you like they're expecting you to break down.
"Have a seat by Riley Finn please," the teacher said pointing to a sandy haired boy who raised his hand. Scooting to the seat pointed out Buffy smiled as the red headed girl across from her waved. She was awful friendly for someone she hadn't even met. It was refreshing; perhaps after the class she could try and catch up with the girl.
"Hi there sugar cakes," Riley leered next to her, his eyes traveling up and down her.
Buffy frowned at him. And to think she thought he would be the nice innocent farm boy type. Hell he sure did look the part; in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Glancing at him Buffy turned her eyes back to the teacher and trying to ignore him the rest of the class.
Which wasn't at all easy, hell as annoying as he was, he would probably try a saint to murder. Picking up her things Buffy bolted as the bell rung.
"So Willow, heard you had class with the new girl. What's she like?" asked Xander, only to receive a grueling punch to the ribs from his girlfriend Cordelia.
"What?" he asked a bit surprised?
"I don't see why you care. You have me after all," She huffed out.
"A man can be curious luv, " Spike cut in as he pushed Faith against the wall for a deep kiss.
While more than half the group nod.
They consisted of Angel, Spike, Xander, Willow, Faith, Oz and Cordelia. And everyone in the school knew them and the stories of how they grew up on the bad side of town.
Angel and Willow's older brother Doyle took care of them legally since their parents had died five years ago. But for all intense and purposes they took care of each other, each in a different way.
Two years ago their lives changed again. Spike and Cordelia's parent committed suicide over the amount of money they owed in taxes. Leaving the two with nothing more than the clothes on their backs. Therefore the two came to live with them. Not a bad thing, just a bit crowded when you needed peace and quite.
"She was sweet. And I have to give her major points since she totally ignored Riley," Willow replied receiving looks from all.
"You mean fish boy was hitting on her?" Angel asked with a bit of a growl. He knew Riley, better than most and was disgusted with the way he treated his women.
"Not was but is," Xander pointed out the lockers across from them.
"Hey sugar cakes, how 'bout you and I go out tonight. Have a little fun on the dance floor and then have a little fun in bed," Riley smirked. Leaning forward he pinned the girl between himself and the wall.
"No," Was all Buffy said as she glared up at him. She'd always hated people who tried to prey on the weak. But then she wasn't weak and hadn't been for sometime, that would get the asshole off her case.
"How 'bout I change your mind," he spat as his hand came up to cup her breasts.
Loathing slithered threw Buffy's body, the same feeling that entered her every time she thought of the past, or when her dreams came.
A smile formed on her lips. "Remove your hand or I'll remove it for you," she answered sweetly her voice dripping with ice.
"OHHH tough girl," the man next to her laughed.
"Shut it Forrest. So what are you going to do to me sugar cakes?" Riley asked; his grip becoming painfully tight on her body.
Buffy quickly brought the toe of her heals into his crotch; while the pain registered on his face she grabbed his wrist and twisted, stopping only when he was on his knees in front of her.
A mocking smile formed on her lips, "Keep your hands to yourself and keep away from me. Is that understood?" Riley nodded and Buffy released his arm. Side stepping him she moved from the scene.
She didn't trust anyone and she trusted the male gender even less. It kept her safe and safe was how she wanted to stay. Her eyes wandered the crowd around her, most moved out of her way as soon as she moved towards them. Smiling she caught sight of a bold red head.
"DID YOU SEE THAT?" Xander exclaimed dumbstruck at the petite blonds actions.
"Who didn't," Spike retorted so in shock that he was allowing Faith to slip down the wall.
"Hey babe," she grumbled.
"Sorry luv," he smiled lifting her back up.
"I like her she's got gut. I've never seen a woman, even one of us, raise their voice to him. Let alone bring him to his knees," Cordelia giggled.
"Yeah, most are to scared of him. After all he left quite an impression on his last girlfriend," Angel stated. A big enough impression to send her to the loony bin.
"Looks like she's coming this way," Oz stated, kissing Willow's lips lightly. His expression giving nothing away.
"Wonder what she wants," Willow asked aloud.
"We'll know soon enough," Angel said leaning on the locker next to his baby sister.
So many people. Buffy thought as she came closer to the red head. But yet none among them were as compelling as the man leaning next to her. His dark brown hair was spiked upward, his features straight, well built. His broad shoulders were covered in a leather jacket, going to his narrow hips were his jeans hugged in a strange and erotic way. She wasn't close enough to see the color of his eyes, but even from a distance they held a certain power and undeniable sexuality about them.
Scanning the group she noted that there were three girls and four boys. All had another person on their arm except for the one she felt a blatant pull to. She smiled in a way it was a good sign, even if she had sworn off men and everything to do with them a long time ago.
"Are you Willow Rosenberg?" Buffy asked the pretty red head.
"Yes and your Buffy Summers the new girl," Willow smiled slightly.
"That would be me, but after what happen I have a feeling I'll get a new title. But from what I hear you're the genius of the school, so I was wondering if I could borrow your notes for the classes we have together. That is if it's alright with you?"
"Of course, let me get them for you," Willow grinned broadly, shoving them man behind her out of the way. "Here," the red head handed Buffy a large notebook filled with notes.
"Thanks I'll get these back to you later," Buffy said, her hazel eyes growing large at the stack of notes in her arms.
"Don't worry about it, I've got them all saved on my computer at home. You can have these."
"Pretty neat moves you put on Riley over there. Your probably right about the new title, it will be around school by the end of the day," At the blonds weird look he added," I'm Xander."
"I'm a pretty neat girl," was all she said, being certain to keep her distance from the guys. It was stupid she knew, they weren't going to hurt her, but still the memories made her wary.
"You know if you want I could help you catch up. The only problem is that we'd have to do it at my house, so if you want you can walk home with us and we can get to studying," Willow volunteered. There was something unique about Buffy, a past that seemed to haunt in her eyes and a future that looked bright if only the shadows disappeared.
"I'd like that I just have to talk to my Uncle, so perhaps we could meet in the library?"
"What's your uncle the librarian or something?" Spike smirked at his joke.
"As a matter of fact you hit the nail on the head Captain Peroxide," Buffy grinned back. Laughing when the boy stuck out his tongue, "You should be careful where you put your tongue your girlfriend there just might have to cut it out," she winked and walked away.
"I like her," Angel declared, speaking for the first time since Buffy had arrived," she's got spunk."