A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who has put this story on alert and reviewed; I really appreciate it.
After I posted the chapter, I re-read and began cringing at the grammatical errors, if anyone would be interested in being a beta for this, it would really be appreciated.
Of course, none of this belongs to me; No profit is being made so please don't sue me.
Chapter 2
The blond girl wiped the steam away from the mirror, and examined her image slowly. She looked the same, but felt so different.
Despite her restless night, she was feeling extremely energetic.
Her body was humming with electricity.
She hummed as she made her way to her room to get ready for school.
Usually getting ready in the morning was a fight; first with the alarm clock and several rounds with the snooze button and then finally with her mom, once she realized that her daughter would be late again, if she didn't take matters into her own hands.
Today was already looking promising for no mother, daughter confrontation. She was able to get ready, taking extra time to do something with her hair other than throwing it up into her trademark ponytail. Her makeup was applied to perfection and she was working on her first cup of coffee, before her mother even emerged, half asleep to the kitchen.
"Buffy" her mother asked questioningly; wondering to herself if she had overslept.
She had woken in the early morning, and could have sworn that she had heard Buffy whimpering in her sleep last night, but had shrugged it off and fallen back to sleep.
The girl handed her mom a mug of her own and sat down at the kitchen island beside her.
"Is everything ok honey?" She asked, a look of concern etched on her face.
"Yeah, actually better than ok." " I didn't sleep well last night, but I feel great this morning." "Up and ready to go absorb loads of knowledge today."She didn't mention that she suspected dreams of platinum blond demi-gods, doing unmentionable things to her body, was the reason for the abundant energy.
She had a feeling that her mom wouldn't appreciate that, she also didn't mention that her new policy was going to be getting up earlier in the morning so that maybe she could arrive at school, looking remotely attractive enough to garner the attention of a boy, or at least of a boy that wasn't Xander shaped.
Maybe the dream was her subconscious telling her it was time.
She had been completely in love with a guy at school that was a year ahead of her; His name was Riley and he was gorgeous.
He was always so sweet to her, he sat with her at lunch, and would hold her hand, they dated a little but he had never kissed her.
She just thought that he was nervous and decided after several months of this it was time to take the bull by the horns and make the first move.
So one Saturday, she walked over to his house, stopping at the drugstore on the way to buy strawberry lip gloss and some peppermint gum.
She knocked on the door of his home and was welcomed in my his mom.
"Buffy, come in sweetheart" "Riley, didn't tell us that he was expecting you, but please come in."
"It's kind of a surprise, he didn't know that I was coming."
"Well, I know that he will be glad to see you, he's in his room, with that friend of his from ROTC, I think that his name is Forest, just go on back."
Oh well, she thought, maybe the kiss was going to have to wait, or maybe he would send Forest home when he saw her, either way it didn't matter, they could spend the day together at least.
Well it appeared that the surprise was on her, she walked into Riley's room without bothering to knock; and that's where she found Riley on his knees, apparently he wasn't shy;
He was kissing Forest with all that he had, but it wasn't his lips that he was kissing.
Forest was standing there with Riley's head in his hands and he was fucking his mouth, hard.
It took a minute for her mind to register what her eyes were seeing, but once it did, she turned and ran from the house, crying all of the way home.
Riley had called her later that evening, he tried telling her that it wasn't what it looked like, that he did it on a dare, that he isn't gay, anything that he could think of , but finally they ended with "Please Buffy, don't tell anyone, West Point won't take me if they find out."
Buffy vaguely remembered making the promise to never say a word about it and she hadn't.
She couldn't have even if she had wanted to; What did it say about a girl that lost her boyfriend to another guy?
Rationally she knew that it had nothing to do with her, but she was only
15 at the time and sometimes at that age, rationality goes out the window.
That was a year ago, so maybe the dreams last night meant that she was ready to move on from that humiliation.
She wanted a boyfriend, all of her friends had boyfriends and realistically she knew that she wasn't ugly, she should be able to find someone.
But someone like the man in her dreams? Never, besides he wasn't a boy he was all man.
Just the memory of the man with his blond hair that was no more natural than her own, his blue eyes that she could have happily drowned in and that lip, my God his lips were beautiful.
She felt a rush of dampness to her new panties just from the memory of his face, not taking into account his voice or body.
"Get a grip Buffy" She scolded herself. "He doesn't exist" but she couldn't help but shiver when she thought of his words, demanding that she promise her body to him, to tell him that it was his to use as he please.
Neither could she forget the way that he promised that he would find her, nor could she forget the sensation of his lips on her throat.
If that was her imagination then maybe she should consider a career in the creative arts.
She heard her mother ask her something that abruptly snapped her out of her fantasy; "Huh?" she asked.
"I asked if you wanted eggs for breakfast?" Joyce said with a chuckle, "Boy where ever your head is must be a nice place." She smiled at her daughter.
"Uh yeah, eggs, here I'll help she offered" trying to uncloud her mind.
She got up from her bar stool and sauntered to the fridge.
She yanked the door open with her typical enthusiasm, but this time she almost pulled it off of its' hinges.
"What the hell?" She mumbled, fortunately her mom had not noticed her sudden burst of superhuman strength.
"Did you say something" Her mom had asked.
"No, just thinking out loud" She handed her mom the eggs and ran upstairs taking them two at a time.
She arrived at the top a couple of seconds later without a change in her breathing.
Must be all of this excess energy that I have today she thought as if that settled everything.
After breakfast, her mom excused herself to take her shower and to get ready for work; Buffy in the meanwhile had nothing to do to help burn off the energy, so she cleaned the kitchen for her mom.
She had just started gathering her books together as her mom walked into the kitchen.
"Wow, if this is a dream, please don't wake me." "To what do I owe all of this wonderful treatment today?"
"What? a girl can't just do something nice for her mom once in a while?" She asked innocently; she had been thinking about the previous night and the frustration that she was beginning to feel stirring again.
"It's just so uncharacteristic, is all." He mom sighed. "Since when are you a morning person?"
Good question she thought."Well since I'm ready to go a bit earlier than usual, how about a ride to school?"
"Nah, I'll just jog today I think." I've got to get some of this nervous energy out before everyone thinks that I'm on drugs, she worried.
"Jog? Honey, you're wearing heels, are you sure that you're feeling ok?"
"Just peachy, I guess I'm just really well rested today." She hugged her mom as she made her way out of the house.
The walk to school passed in no time; for once she was not only on time, but in fact a bit early; her friends Willow and Xander weren't even there yet.
As she sat waiting for them to arrive, she couldn't help but feel anxious; it was one of those feelings that you just can't put you're finger on, like you know something is about to happen, but you have no idea what.
It was after the first bell rang that Xander approached her and stated "Wow Buffster, looking hot today."
"Ugh thanks Xan, I'm trying out a new hairstyle today."
"No, not hot like that, well what I'm trying to say is of course you always look hot, but today…" He was begging for the earth to swallow him whole before he embarrassed himself any further.
"What he meant is that you look like you're burning up, are you feeling ok Buffy, I think that you've got a fever." Willow offered.
"Oh, yeah I guess, I feel ok." She didn't want to go into an explanation about last nights' dreams and her new found sexual frustration.
She was lost in her thoughts, in the middle of history class, when an announcement came over the P.A. system, she was being summoned to the library.
Willow looked at her questioningly; "Library, I don't have any overdue books, I know this because that would require that I check out books and what with me and words being un-mixy things," She said as she gathered her books and walked out the door.
Willow just shrugged and gave her a look as if to say good luck.
She pushed her way through the swinging double doors of the unfamiliar library and looked around the room.
"Hello" She whispered loudly, even though she didn't see anyone trying to study.
Finally as she was contemplating turning around and going back to class a man appeared out of the smaller office to the side of the room.
"Um, somebody called me." She said nervously.
"Ms. Summers?" He questioned.
"Uh, that's me, sorry, but who are you and where is Mrs. McCoy?" Struggling for a moment to come up with the older librarians name.
"I'm sorry, my name is Mr. Giles, I am the new librarian." He dropped the stack of very old books that he was carrying and offered her his hand.
"Well" she said "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but why did you send for me?"
"Please Buffy, have a seat. It's quite a long story." He said with a very proper British accent and proceeded to drop a very large and very dusty book with the title Vampyrs in front of her.
The blond vampire, was restless; he had tossed and turned all day. Desperately trying to sleep the memories of last nights' dreams away.
After throwing on his trademark black jeans, he lit a cigarette and made his way through the factory to the room that he and Dru shared.
She wasn't there of course.
He knew that when his family was feeling particularly rambunctious their games could go on for days.
He was feeling extra powerful today after the last nights' killing of the slayer; He really wanted to celebrate with his goddess, but of course she wasn't available for bloody consultation.
Right then and there he swore on his un-life that he would dust Angel if it was the last thing that he ever did.
So then he decided what he needed was a good kill, or maybe a good shag, or better yet a good shag and then a good kill.
He located a half empty bottle of jack and finished it without stopping; sometimes he loved not having to breathe, threw on a t-shirt and his duster and decided to go find some fun of any sort.
He had almost made it out of the factory when his ancestors and Dru decided to make an appearance.
Angelus looked like he had been ten rounds with a hell-god; not a single hair in place and no sign of that shit he put in his hair anywhere.
Darla of course looked perfect, she always did.
Then there was Dru, she looked better than he had seen her in months; It must have been something good that they fed her, it's hard to begrudge her that but still it stung.
Of course it couldn't have compared to what he was going to feed her last night, oh well her loss was his gain.
Never let it be said that Spike didn't know how to hold a grudge.
"Willie, my boy" Angelus clasped him firmly on the shoulder "Just what are you up to this fine evening?" He asked with an evil smirk on his face; knowing just how much he must have reeked of Druscillia.
It hurt like hell, but he would never give Angelus the satisfaction of knowing just how much; "I was jus headin out to celebrate, I had a spot of good luck myself last night."
Druscillia started clapping and dancing around in circles wildly; "Oooo, my beautiful William tasted a slayer, last night. You are a clever boy, aren't you?" She cooed.
He really wasn't in the mood for her babbling bullshit tonight, considering the way she smelled at the moment.
He loved her with all of his dead heart, but he needed to get away for a while.
"Well I guess congratulations are in order after all, Dru sweetheart why don't you show William how proud of him you." Angelus said, his voice dripping sarcasm.
"The pixies say that Spike is unhappy with his dolly, no presents for her." Druscilla moaned.
"It's ok ducks, I'll be ok, just want to go out for a while on my own tonight." "Why don't you go tend to Ms. Edith, I think I heard her crying for mum earlier."
As she was going to check on her beloved dolls, she stopped and began swaying back and forth, moaning as if she were in pain.
"No, no" She screamed "A new sun is rising and it wants my William, it intends to make him shine, Wants him to come play with the puppies and the bluebells, it makes him warm and makes him burn."
Suddenly she collapsed and Spike rushed to her side, picked her up and carried her to the room that they shared, usually that is, but not again until she bathes, he swore on all that was unholy.
After he tucked her into bed and made sure that she was asleep, he headed out wondering what in the buggering hell she was going on about this time.
Now he really needed to get out; he needed a spot of violence, hell he needed a whole lot of violence.
Listening to Dru's ramblings always gave him a headache.
"Be careful, what you're hunting out there my boy; one day a slayer will end you; mark my words." Angelus yelled out to him as he was fleeing the factory.