Title: A Different Past with the Same Future
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Demon Hunter meet. Wackness ensues: AU Buffy/Angel
Authors Notes: Please send me feed back please please please. Good/Bad?
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Buffy sighed as she took another sip from her half drunken coke. She sat in a dark corner of the Bronze while her friends danced. Her boyfriend, Riley, sat across from her completely oblivious to her boredom. She stirred her straw around in her glass trying to think of excuses to leave when she felt a tingling that started in her neck and shot down to her lower back. Her eyes shot up from her glass and to the door of the Bronze in time to see three people walk in. The first was a beautiful girl of about 21 with long dark hair and pale skin. She grabbed the hand of a bleached blond guy who looked about 22 and led him off to the dance floor. He was cute in a bad boy sort of way. Defiantly not her type.
She turned her attention back to the other person who walked in with them and found him to be staring right at her. Buffy's breath caught in her throat as there eye's locked. She felt her heart start to pound in her chest. He was gorgeous, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His deep chocolate eyes stared into her hazel ones and she felt that shiver course down her spine again. There was something off about him. Not in the evil way but he defiantly wasn't your average Joe. Buffy was unaware of Riley's incessant babbling as she got lost in his eyes. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Her entire body had seemed to have come alive since his gaze had fallen on her. She was aware of everything and nothing but him. She had never reacted to a guy like this before and a tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she had a boyfriend who she was supposed to be in love with. But as she stared at the stranger she just didn't seem to care.
Her thoughts were broken by Riley saying, "Buffy did you hear anything I just said?"
She snapped her eyes back to her boyfriend and smiled lovingly or at least she hoped it looked lovingly, at him. Now that she wasn't looking at the stranger her mind seem to take over and remind her that she had a boyfriend who was very much in love with her. But no matter how much her mind argued her heart was still beating fast and the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn't go away. She could still feel the phantom of a shiver running down her back.
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Angel was confused. One minute he was staring into the eyes of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and the next she was talking to what must be her boyfriend. He tore his eyes away from her when his two best friends walked back to him.
"This place sucks man!" complained Spike.
"Your right," Angel said turning stealing one last look at the beautiful blond, "let's go." He turned and quickly walked out of the Bronze.
"Where too?" Drusillia questioned trying to catch up with Angel.
"Patrol," he simply said.
"Goody," Dru said clapping her hands looking very much like a five year old and not like the young woman she was.
The three of them made a strange group as they walked down the empty streets of Sunnydale. Spike and Dru raped up in each others arms. Spike in leather pants and coat, Dru in an old fashioned velvet dress that somehow seemed to suit her. And in the front of the group was the strangest of them all. Angel, the Warrior. Once every fifty years, a man with the skills of a slayer and the strength of a vampire was born. His duty was to defend the world against the demons that haunt the shadows. Angel laughed as he thought over the stupid verse again. What it should really say was the one man in the world who was unlucky enough to be chosen to fight until he and everyone he cared about died.
Drusillia laughed as Spike tickled her.
He wasn't going to let that happen any time soon. Spike and Dru had been lovers since the ninth grade and the three of them had been friends since preschool. They had found out about Angel being the Warrior almost immanently, while his parents still had no clue he was even involved in fights, much less that the fights involved with the undead. But then it wasn't like he and his parents had the best of relationships anyway. Angel's family was rich. His Great-grandfather had started an oil company that was now flourishing all over the world. Spike and Dru's parents were pretty much the same. When Angel decided to move to America his parents didn't even batted an eye, they just transferred enough money to feed a small nation into a new bank account for him in America. Dru's parents were a little hesitant to let her go live with two boy's. Not to mention the fact that she had be dating one for six years. But finally they agreed. Spike's parents were happy to have him go. It wasn't that Spike was a trouble maker, it was just that he didn't exactly fit the rich sons profile.
Whistler, a good demon sent down to show Angel his destiny from the Powers That Be, told him that Sunnydale was the Hellmouth and that he was needed there. So he had come to Sunnydale to save the world. He hadn't heard from Whistler since then, which wasn't all that unusual. Sometimes he would disappear for weeks.
The trio entered one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale. Angel quickly scanned the area and found nothing. With a sigh he continued walking through the rows of darkened graves only half listening to Spike and Dru's quiet conversation. He let his thoughts wander as he walked past a large crypt. The image of the beautiful blond came back to him and he shook his head to get it out of his head. It didn't work. He wondered if he would ever see her again. Probably not with his luck. His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden tightening of his stomach. It could only mean one thing. Vampires. A lot.
"Run," Angel told Spike and Dru.
"Too late," Spike said looking around.
"Uhh oh," Dru whispered.
"Yeah," Angel said dropping into his fighting stance as about 20 vampires emerged from the shadows. They were surrounded.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Demon Hunter meet. Wackness ensues: AU Buffy/Angel
Authors Notes: Please send me feed back please please please. Good/Bad?
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Buffy sighed as she took another sip from her half drunken coke. She sat in a dark corner of the Bronze while her friends danced. Her boyfriend, Riley, sat across from her completely oblivious to her boredom. She stirred her straw around in her glass trying to think of excuses to leave when she felt a tingling that started in her neck and shot down to her lower back. Her eyes shot up from her glass and to the door of the Bronze in time to see three people walk in. The first was a beautiful girl of about 21 with long dark hair and pale skin. She grabbed the hand of a bleached blond guy who looked about 22 and led him off to the dance floor. He was cute in a bad boy sort of way. Defiantly not her type.
She turned her attention back to the other person who walked in with them and found him to be staring right at her. Buffy's breath caught in her throat as there eye's locked. She felt her heart start to pound in her chest. He was gorgeous, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His deep chocolate eyes stared into her hazel ones and she felt that shiver course down her spine again. There was something off about him. Not in the evil way but he defiantly wasn't your average Joe. Buffy was unaware of Riley's incessant babbling as she got lost in his eyes. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Her entire body had seemed to have come alive since his gaze had fallen on her. She was aware of everything and nothing but him. She had never reacted to a guy like this before and a tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she had a boyfriend who she was supposed to be in love with. But as she stared at the stranger she just didn't seem to care.
Her thoughts were broken by Riley saying, "Buffy did you hear anything I just said?"
She snapped her eyes back to her boyfriend and smiled lovingly or at least she hoped it looked lovingly, at him. Now that she wasn't looking at the stranger her mind seem to take over and remind her that she had a boyfriend who was very much in love with her. But no matter how much her mind argued her heart was still beating fast and the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn't go away. She could still feel the phantom of a shiver running down her back.
..............
Angel was confused. One minute he was staring into the eyes of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and the next she was talking to what must be her boyfriend. He tore his eyes away from her when his two best friends walked back to him.
"This place sucks man!" complained Spike.
"Your right," Angel said turning stealing one last look at the beautiful blond, "let's go." He turned and quickly walked out of the Bronze.
"Where too?" Drusillia questioned trying to catch up with Angel.
"Patrol," he simply said.
"Goody," Dru said clapping her hands looking very much like a five year old and not like the young woman she was.
The three of them made a strange group as they walked down the empty streets of Sunnydale. Spike and Dru raped up in each others arms. Spike in leather pants and coat, Dru in an old fashioned velvet dress that somehow seemed to suit her. And in the front of the group was the strangest of them all. Angel, the Warrior. Once every fifty years, a man with the skills of a slayer and the strength of a vampire was born. His duty was to defend the world against the demons that haunt the shadows. Angel laughed as he thought over the stupid verse again. What it should really say was the one man in the world who was unlucky enough to be chosen to fight until he and everyone he cared about died.
Drusillia laughed as Spike tickled her.
He wasn't going to let that happen any time soon. Spike and Dru had been lovers since the ninth grade and the three of them had been friends since preschool. They had found out about Angel being the Warrior almost immanently, while his parents still had no clue he was even involved in fights, much less that the fights involved with the undead. But then it wasn't like he and his parents had the best of relationships anyway. Angel's family was rich. His Great-grandfather had started an oil company that was now flourishing all over the world. Spike and Dru's parents were pretty much the same. When Angel decided to move to America his parents didn't even batted an eye, they just transferred enough money to feed a small nation into a new bank account for him in America. Dru's parents were a little hesitant to let her go live with two boy's. Not to mention the fact that she had be dating one for six years. But finally they agreed. Spike's parents were happy to have him go. It wasn't that Spike was a trouble maker, it was just that he didn't exactly fit the rich sons profile.
Whistler, a good demon sent down to show Angel his destiny from the Powers That Be, told him that Sunnydale was the Hellmouth and that he was needed there. So he had come to Sunnydale to save the world. He hadn't heard from Whistler since then, which wasn't all that unusual. Sometimes he would disappear for weeks.
The trio entered one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale. Angel quickly scanned the area and found nothing. With a sigh he continued walking through the rows of darkened graves only half listening to Spike and Dru's quiet conversation. He let his thoughts wander as he walked past a large crypt. The image of the beautiful blond came back to him and he shook his head to get it out of his head. It didn't work. He wondered if he would ever see her again. Probably not with his luck. His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden tightening of his stomach. It could only mean one thing. Vampires. A lot.
"Run," Angel told Spike and Dru.
"Too late," Spike said looking around.
"Uhh oh," Dru whispered.
"Yeah," Angel said dropping into his fighting stance as about 20 vampires emerged from the shadows. They were surrounded.