Rewrite: Some People Need Saving, Prologue/? (Buffy/Angel, AU)
It's officially here! The rewrite of Some People Need Saving! And I'm super excited about it! *dance*
But funny story... it's only the Prologue! I haven't had time to go through the first part quite yet but I will later and get it posted this week! And trust me when I say it will not be this tiny: I have blown this poor fanfiction up into many, many, many more words and pages. :) Yay!
Feedback: E-mail
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, unless they have obviously been made up.
Spoilers: Small spoilers for the entire BtVS ‘verse and possibly AtS ‘verse.
Rating: Rated R. If it goes up, the chapter will be marked.
Distribution: Please ask me. Thank you.
Author’s Notes: Quite a few of the characters are... out of character. Or extremely exaggerated in their character. I took some liberties with some of them to fit my idea of the story. Feedback - positive/negative - is appreciated.
Author’s Notes 2: This is an intensely rewritten version! The old version can be seen here.
Feedback: Appreciated!
Summary: AU; Buffy and Angel are teens and from the opposite sides of the tracks with very different circumstances that come to light over a school project.
Can also be found here or here!
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She woke from her fitful sleep to a loud slap against the wall.
She sat up rigidly, blinking rapidly, her eyes dry and sticky from sleep. She felt exhaustion battle her every movement, her limbs heavy and hard to lift as she raised her fingers to rub her face. The sound was repeated against the wall of her bedroom and she jumped, her eyes snapping open, forgetting about the scratchiness as she stared into the darkness.
There was silence for a moment and she swallowed, looking around. She heard a car somewhere outside her open window and she slowly got up out of bed, stretching her legs. She was in a fog as she moved towards the fresh air. She hadn’t had time to change from the clothes she’d worn to school that day and her shirt was twisted around her body from her listless moving.
She leaned out the window, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She was so tired; just the simple act of shutting her eyes reminded her and she leaned against the sill, opening them lazily. Her mind was blank, she felt like she was floating... out and away.
A heavy bang against her bedroom door jerked her out of her empty musings and back to reality. She spun around, her heart pounding wildly against her rib cage as another slam quickly followed. Fear wreaked havoc her body and she felt lightheaded as her pulse quickened. The door rattled again.
“She locked the goddamn door,” she heard a low angry mutter from the other side and she hugged herself, sitting down on the edge of her bed, watching knob. Her wrist ached with the ghost of where his large hand had wrapped around it earlier in the night.
She heard a softer voice saying something muffled on the other side and a loud grunt was her response followed by someone trying to doorknob once again. Staring at the floor, she concentrated on the voices but she couldn’t decipher what was being said before a fist slammed into the wood.
Her hands immediately went up to her ears, covering them tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut, pushing her chin into her chest.
Go away, go away...
Indecipherable yelling could be heard from the other side as he punched the door once more. Seconds or minutes passed… she couldn’t tell before she released her grip on her ears after a pregnant pause. She felt a sharp pain in the side of her head and a dull numbness in her fingertips and realized she had been squeezing.
Silence.
She relaxed her muscles slightly; she fixed her gaze to the floor once more. Her eyes weren’t dry anymore as tears leaked out but she barely felt them. Her bruised side felt tight and she forced herself to relax further to ease the strain, wincing.
She was so tired. Every cell in her body was alert to the next disturbance but all her mind wanted to do was sleep, collapse. Fall off and never wake up here again.
Taking a shallow breath, she finally looked up to the door but didn’t move to unlock it to see what had distracted him. It usually didn’t take him that long to find one either way and she didn’t want to invite his intrusion back into her room.
She didn’t move. She waited. Time escaped her but she couldn’t will herself to look anywhere else but her bedroom door. Swallowing, she took a deeper breath and allowed herself to relax and lay back down; hoping the rest of her night would be less eventful. She glanced at the dim alarm clock next to her bed and she groaned; she only had a few more hours until she had to be ready for class.
She wasn’t sure when she closed her eyes but the return of the loud noise hitting her wall again jolted her awake and she once again sat up, staring at her wall.
She wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to be able to get up and walk around her own house without fear of what she would run into.
But she didn’t move.
It was only after thirty minutes of silence that she was able to lay down and another hour before she fell asleep, curled tightly on her side.
But funny story... it's only the Prologue! I haven't had time to go through the first part quite yet but I will later and get it posted this week! And trust me when I say it will not be this tiny: I have blown this poor fanfiction up into many, many, many more words and pages. :) Yay!
Feedback: E-mail
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, unless they have obviously been made up.
Spoilers: Small spoilers for the entire BtVS ‘verse and possibly AtS ‘verse.
Rating: Rated R. If it goes up, the chapter will be marked.
Distribution: Please ask me. Thank you.
Author’s Notes: Quite a few of the characters are... out of character. Or extremely exaggerated in their character. I took some liberties with some of them to fit my idea of the story. Feedback - positive/negative - is appreciated.
Author’s Notes 2: This is an intensely rewritten version! The old version can be seen here.
Feedback: Appreciated!
Summary: AU; Buffy and Angel are teens and from the opposite sides of the tracks with very different circumstances that come to light over a school project.
Can also be found here or here!
***
She woke from her fitful sleep to a loud slap against the wall.
She sat up rigidly, blinking rapidly, her eyes dry and sticky from sleep. She felt exhaustion battle her every movement, her limbs heavy and hard to lift as she raised her fingers to rub her face. The sound was repeated against the wall of her bedroom and she jumped, her eyes snapping open, forgetting about the scratchiness as she stared into the darkness.
There was silence for a moment and she swallowed, looking around. She heard a car somewhere outside her open window and she slowly got up out of bed, stretching her legs. She was in a fog as she moved towards the fresh air. She hadn’t had time to change from the clothes she’d worn to school that day and her shirt was twisted around her body from her listless moving.
She leaned out the window, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She was so tired; just the simple act of shutting her eyes reminded her and she leaned against the sill, opening them lazily. Her mind was blank, she felt like she was floating... out and away.
A heavy bang against her bedroom door jerked her out of her empty musings and back to reality. She spun around, her heart pounding wildly against her rib cage as another slam quickly followed. Fear wreaked havoc her body and she felt lightheaded as her pulse quickened. The door rattled again.
“She locked the goddamn door,” she heard a low angry mutter from the other side and she hugged herself, sitting down on the edge of her bed, watching knob. Her wrist ached with the ghost of where his large hand had wrapped around it earlier in the night.
She heard a softer voice saying something muffled on the other side and a loud grunt was her response followed by someone trying to doorknob once again. Staring at the floor, she concentrated on the voices but she couldn’t decipher what was being said before a fist slammed into the wood.
Her hands immediately went up to her ears, covering them tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut, pushing her chin into her chest.
Go away, go away...
Indecipherable yelling could be heard from the other side as he punched the door once more. Seconds or minutes passed… she couldn’t tell before she released her grip on her ears after a pregnant pause. She felt a sharp pain in the side of her head and a dull numbness in her fingertips and realized she had been squeezing.
Silence.
She relaxed her muscles slightly; she fixed her gaze to the floor once more. Her eyes weren’t dry anymore as tears leaked out but she barely felt them. Her bruised side felt tight and she forced herself to relax further to ease the strain, wincing.
She was so tired. Every cell in her body was alert to the next disturbance but all her mind wanted to do was sleep, collapse. Fall off and never wake up here again.
Taking a shallow breath, she finally looked up to the door but didn’t move to unlock it to see what had distracted him. It usually didn’t take him that long to find one either way and she didn’t want to invite his intrusion back into her room.
She didn’t move. She waited. Time escaped her but she couldn’t will herself to look anywhere else but her bedroom door. Swallowing, she took a deeper breath and allowed herself to relax and lay back down; hoping the rest of her night would be less eventful. She glanced at the dim alarm clock next to her bed and she groaned; she only had a few more hours until she had to be ready for class.
She wasn’t sure when she closed her eyes but the return of the loud noise hitting her wall again jolted her awake and she once again sat up, staring at her wall.
She wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to be able to get up and walk around her own house without fear of what she would run into.
But she didn’t move.
It was only after thirty minutes of silence that she was able to lay down and another hour before she fell asleep, curled tightly on her side.