Ch2
"You have to be home by 11 if your going," Giles stated, reaching for another book to pull off the shelf.
"Okay," Buffy said with a smile, it was nice to have someone worry over you, even if at times it got a bit annoying at times. Turning she grabbed her coat and pick up her book bag. "I'll be back by then."
Quickly she made her way out and started home with Willow and the rest. From what she had been told they lived on the bad side of Sunnydale, but hell as far as she was concerned it was L.A.'s good side.
"This is the bad side of Sunnydale?" Buffy asked no one in particular. Hell she would have given anything to grow up on the bad side in this little town, instead of the hellhole she grew up in.
Looking around she noticed they had stopped in front of a two-story house; it was cute and quaint, just what you would expect a nice family to have, even if they were down on their luck.
Following Willow, Buffy stepped in side, realizing for the first time everyone was staring at her.
"Got a problem with the bad side of town, but then what could we expect, for a librarian you Uncle's got some good cash," Angel sneered.
Willow noisily gulped.
The rest just tensed and stared, hoping for the best.
"Watch it," Buffy warned. She was standing in front of him now, fury flashed in her eyes. Hell this wasn't how she wanted to talk to him; not in anger. Maybe in a nice conversation; for that matter why did she want to talk to him at all after all men were nothing more than a pain in the ass.
"I haven't got a problem with the bad side of town and just because my Uncle has money doesn't mean I grew up with some. So before you have a fit I think you should reconsider things."
A deep red blush came to Angel's features and he mumbled out the word sorry.
"Well little one you don't take anything from anyone do you?" a new voice called from the kitchen doorway.
"Buffy met my brother Doyle," Angel smiled.
"Nope," was the only answer that came out.
"Hey girl this way and I'll help you study and catch up," Willow called," Besides the boys like to train in the afternoon,"
"Train in what?" Buffy inquired.
"Marital Arts, you can study and watch if you want," Angel grinned. Please let her watch, hell she didn't' even have to watch as long as she was in the same room. OHH no Angel your falling for another one, didn't you learn you lesson the last time. a small voice asked in the back of his mind.
"Would anyone mind?"
"Nope," answered Doyle.
"Pretty neat moves you pulled back there," Buffy commented as the walked down the street.
The streetlights blinked and buzzed as the two walked along the road.
"I'm a pretty neat guy," Angel answered. Using the words she had thrown at Xander before.
"Looks that way. So how long have you lived in Sunnydale?" Buffy asked. Man. she was never good at small talk, let alone with a guy she found attractive as sin.
"All my life, its nice in some way, but I always dreamed of getting out. Maybe even starting my own business. How do you like Sunnydale so far, after all you've only been here a few weeks."
"It's a nice change, one I hope gets better. So where are your parents? I mean I'm not trying to pry, but won't the be worried about you?" Buffy asked shyly, taking Angel's hand as he helped her over a puddle. Was it just her, or was there more between them. Sure when he came around she could feel her libido go into full blast, but in a way there was more. She felt safe with him. Like nothing could hurt her. The past couldn't reach her and the future looked better.
Hell she was reading too much in to it.after all he still was male.but maybe this one was different.
"They died five years ago, Doyle was 18 then and decided to take care of Willow and me. We got lucky. Then about three years later Spike and Cordelia's parents killed themselves. We took them in; after all they were nothing short of family to begin with," Angel frowned. Tugging a little harder on her hand he pulled her along. They'd crossed the puddle about two blocks back, but he hadn't let go of her hand. She felt warm and full of life. Yet in a way their where shadows hiding in the back of her eyes.
Wonder if she'll let me get rid of them for her?
"What about your parents. I know you live with your uncle, but why?"
"Mom's dead and my dad's in jail," Buffy looked down, she was embarrassed. Then again who wouldn't be with a family like hers.
"God that's horrible, I'm sorry."
"You'd be the first," Buffy remarked; avoiding his eyes.
Then walked in silence the rest of the way. Rain dripped lightly on them, dosing the streets with a light coating, nothing like the downpour that had happened earlier in the day.
"This is where I get off," she smiled, pointing to the house.
"So you know we all go out on Friday. Just to chill, do some dancing and what not. Want to come?" Angel asked.
Looking into his face Buffy studied him for a min. "Brown, your eyes are brown."
"That a yes?" Angel said a bit confused on the matter. What did his eyes have to do with anything? "Yes," Buffy replied, closing the door on him. Taking of her jacket and shoes she made her way to her room, stopping to turn of the light in her Uncle's room.
"Maybe I'll get some sleep tonight," she muttered to herself, as she stripped down and pulled on her pjs. Locking her door, she returned to bed, closing her eyes she fell asleep.
He was coming.
She could hear him, coming down the hall, he was coming for her.
Just like before.
To hurt her.
Not this time.No she'd fight.she'd run but she's survive.
Fear was racing through her. Popping out the window she climbed out and down the tree.
Run.
The fear was subsiding, leaving just like it always did. But this time there was no pain.
There's a sound, coming closer. No he couldn't have found her.
But he did.
His hand came up.sending her to the wall.
Pain.
"You have to be home by 11 if your going," Giles stated, reaching for another book to pull off the shelf.
"Okay," Buffy said with a smile, it was nice to have someone worry over you, even if at times it got a bit annoying at times. Turning she grabbed her coat and pick up her book bag. "I'll be back by then."
Quickly she made her way out and started home with Willow and the rest. From what she had been told they lived on the bad side of Sunnydale, but hell as far as she was concerned it was L.A.'s good side.
"This is the bad side of Sunnydale?" Buffy asked no one in particular. Hell she would have given anything to grow up on the bad side in this little town, instead of the hellhole she grew up in.
Looking around she noticed they had stopped in front of a two-story house; it was cute and quaint, just what you would expect a nice family to have, even if they were down on their luck.
Following Willow, Buffy stepped in side, realizing for the first time everyone was staring at her.
"Got a problem with the bad side of town, but then what could we expect, for a librarian you Uncle's got some good cash," Angel sneered.
Willow noisily gulped.
The rest just tensed and stared, hoping for the best.
"Watch it," Buffy warned. She was standing in front of him now, fury flashed in her eyes. Hell this wasn't how she wanted to talk to him; not in anger. Maybe in a nice conversation; for that matter why did she want to talk to him at all after all men were nothing more than a pain in the ass.
"I haven't got a problem with the bad side of town and just because my Uncle has money doesn't mean I grew up with some. So before you have a fit I think you should reconsider things."
A deep red blush came to Angel's features and he mumbled out the word sorry.
"Well little one you don't take anything from anyone do you?" a new voice called from the kitchen doorway.
"Buffy met my brother Doyle," Angel smiled.
"Nope," was the only answer that came out.
"Hey girl this way and I'll help you study and catch up," Willow called," Besides the boys like to train in the afternoon,"
"Train in what?" Buffy inquired.
"Marital Arts, you can study and watch if you want," Angel grinned. Please let her watch, hell she didn't' even have to watch as long as she was in the same room. OHH no Angel your falling for another one, didn't you learn you lesson the last time. a small voice asked in the back of his mind.
"Would anyone mind?"
"Nope," answered Doyle.
"Pretty neat moves you pulled back there," Buffy commented as the walked down the street.
The streetlights blinked and buzzed as the two walked along the road.
"I'm a pretty neat guy," Angel answered. Using the words she had thrown at Xander before.
"Looks that way. So how long have you lived in Sunnydale?" Buffy asked. Man. she was never good at small talk, let alone with a guy she found attractive as sin.
"All my life, its nice in some way, but I always dreamed of getting out. Maybe even starting my own business. How do you like Sunnydale so far, after all you've only been here a few weeks."
"It's a nice change, one I hope gets better. So where are your parents? I mean I'm not trying to pry, but won't the be worried about you?" Buffy asked shyly, taking Angel's hand as he helped her over a puddle. Was it just her, or was there more between them. Sure when he came around she could feel her libido go into full blast, but in a way there was more. She felt safe with him. Like nothing could hurt her. The past couldn't reach her and the future looked better.
Hell she was reading too much in to it.after all he still was male.but maybe this one was different.
"They died five years ago, Doyle was 18 then and decided to take care of Willow and me. We got lucky. Then about three years later Spike and Cordelia's parents killed themselves. We took them in; after all they were nothing short of family to begin with," Angel frowned. Tugging a little harder on her hand he pulled her along. They'd crossed the puddle about two blocks back, but he hadn't let go of her hand. She felt warm and full of life. Yet in a way their where shadows hiding in the back of her eyes.
Wonder if she'll let me get rid of them for her?
"What about your parents. I know you live with your uncle, but why?"
"Mom's dead and my dad's in jail," Buffy looked down, she was embarrassed. Then again who wouldn't be with a family like hers.
"God that's horrible, I'm sorry."
"You'd be the first," Buffy remarked; avoiding his eyes.
Then walked in silence the rest of the way. Rain dripped lightly on them, dosing the streets with a light coating, nothing like the downpour that had happened earlier in the day.
"This is where I get off," she smiled, pointing to the house.
"So you know we all go out on Friday. Just to chill, do some dancing and what not. Want to come?" Angel asked.
Looking into his face Buffy studied him for a min. "Brown, your eyes are brown."
"That a yes?" Angel said a bit confused on the matter. What did his eyes have to do with anything? "Yes," Buffy replied, closing the door on him. Taking of her jacket and shoes she made her way to her room, stopping to turn of the light in her Uncle's room.
"Maybe I'll get some sleep tonight," she muttered to herself, as she stripped down and pulled on her pjs. Locking her door, she returned to bed, closing her eyes she fell asleep.
He was coming.
She could hear him, coming down the hall, he was coming for her.
Just like before.
To hurt her.
Not this time.No she'd fight.she'd run but she's survive.
Fear was racing through her. Popping out the window she climbed out and down the tree.
Run.
The fear was subsiding, leaving just like it always did. But this time there was no pain.
There's a sound, coming closer. No he couldn't have found her.
But he did.
His hand came up.sending her to the wall.
Pain.