BUFFY’S REVENGE; SUNNYDALE STYLE



All of the characters belong to Joss Whedon and ME.


This is my first fan fiction (kind of) and is pretty ‘raw’ in a lot of ways. It starts out as Angel/Buffy (not real graphic) and goes on into Buffy and others/temporarily (again, not real grapic). Summary follows.


Summary: Buffy Summers lives a charmed life. Or so it seems on the surface. She has been married to Angel Travers (Liam is his real name) for over 6 years. He, Angel, is a star lawyer and partner in Sunnydale’s prestigious law firm. Twenty-eight-year old Buffy is his ‘trophy’ wife and arm candy.

When Buffy discovers and ugly truth about her husband and his betrayal of her, she seeks revenge in some rather ugly, unlikely places. However, it’s her own past secret, one from her teens, that rears it’s head and throws her into the path of a man who is seeking some revenge of his own. (Can you guess who this ‘man’ is?).

A warning: When I submitted this story elsewhere, I got varied reviews and input back. A lot of readers liked the way I wrote the characters, a lot did not.

This is Spuffy, eventually and starts as an R rating but goes right into NC-17. I have tried to keep all non-Spuffy interaction between Buffy and others very non-graphic.

Please if you read this fiction, try and keep an open mind and understand that sometimes humans do really stupid things to seek revenge. However ‘revenge’ as we all know, tends to come back and kick you in the a**!

A/N: Oh, I have reedited this long fiction from the original and changed some wording and facts. Thanks, Luv, Spuf


Chapter 1: ‘The Charmed One’


Elizabeth Anne Summers, or Buffy, as her Mother, Joyce Summers had named nicknamed her only child, lived a very charmed life. Everyone in Buffy’s universe thought so, even her best female friend, Willow Rosenberg.

Willow, who was brilliant, lovely and very sweet, always seemed to have envied her best friend’s life style. Even though her own was miles apart from Buffy’s. Still, Buffy was no dummy, she knew a good thing when she saw one and her own life? It was ‘perfect!’

Buffy had been luck ‘in love’ ever since her Senior year in High School. How could she not be? After years of dating, partying, running around and carousing with the best of them? Buffy, had snagged Sunnydale’s most eligible bachelor as a husband…Liam ‘Angel’ Travers. Of course, she had known Angel for years, since Jr. High School, just as she had known Willow, Oz, Xander and even Cordelia for all those years.

However, when Buffy finally decided to settle down, permanently, in her junior year of College at Sunnydale U., with Angel? That’s when she realized that any and all friendships and/or romances with others before that were just crushes. Nothing more.

Now, of course, she still loved her dear childhood friends, no question. And, she still held fond memories of all of her past young loves, but Angel was the one, finally, that Buffy had decided on. Good thing, too because his family just happened to be the richest, well, second richest and one of the most well thought of members of Sunnydale society.

Yes, Buffy had her successful, rich and handsome husband, Angel; her Mother, Joyce, even though she lived up in Santa Barbara now and her group of long time friends. Even if one of those ‘friends’ was no longer a part of her world.

He, the ex-friend, had lived in the shadows of Buffy’s world since that awful night, back in High School. William Giles, or Spike as some nimrod had nicknamed him, was and forever would be, since that night ten years before, a thorn in Buffy’s side. A paraiah in her life, a bad memory, certainly. Even if, Buffy was well aware that it was her own doing that caused the rift in her and William’s relationship.

Anyway, that had been years before, no matter how William, or Spike (snort) as he was called kept popping up in Buffy’s life from time to time. No matter, Buffy was settled in, content with her charmed life and happy to have left the silliness of High School and College behind.

Buffy and Angel lived in a huge, near mansion of a house on Sunnydale Drive, in Sunnydale, of course, and had just the best of everything. There was a maid, cook and gardener, even a dog walker. Heck, Buffy barely had to ‘breathe’ for herself, much less do anything else. There were however, no children of their own in Angel and Buffy’s life. Something that was mostly Angel’s idea, as Buffy would have liked to be a mother by now.]

There was a ‘baby’ for Buffy, however, kind of, a cherry-red Camaro, new of course, that Angel bestowed on her just a few months ago. Angel drove a new Mercedes Benz, silver and black, only the best for him and his wife, Buffy. There was also a two-year-old jeep in the garage, for camping and such, something the Travers’ couple never seemed to find time to do together.

Although Buffy had a hard tow of it, at first, getting accepted by the Travers’ family, Dad Frank, Mom Helen and bratty little sister, Dawn, she finally had made it. Angel’s whol family had ‘seemed’ to finally accept poor little Buffy, from a a broken home in Sunnydale, as his wife and soul mate.

Angel had been raised as a staunch Catholic and that was fine for Buffy, however, as far as Frank and Helen Travers went? The parents had come to terms, years ago, with the fact that there would never be a divorce between them and Frank, Angel’s dad had moved down to Los Angeles into a new home and new life. Helen finished raising the two Travers children, Angel and Dawnie, herself, in the Travers Sunnydale mansion and Buffy respected the woman for that.

Buffy realized long ago, that no matter what, there would never be a divorce option for her and Angel. A thought that both comforted her, but also made her feel a bit intimidated.

Either way, it was of no matter. Buffy led a charmed life, period. There was no reason to ever fear any of the pitfalls that destroyed most marriages.

That was how Buffy believed anyway. Until that Tuesday morning, when her whole charmed world came crashing down about her.


A/N: I’ve really reedited this story. I hope for the better! Thank you for reading and please review. Luv, Spuf

 

Chapter Two: When Angles Fall


It had started like any other beautiful Spring morning, a Tuesday, typical, happy and normal for the charmed Buffy. She got up, had breakfast with her handsome husband, Angel, sent him off to work with a kiss and a cup of coffee, then showered and dressed for her hair salon appointment, to be followed by her manicure and pedicure; French this time.

Maggie, the family cook, who’d been with the Travers before Buffy married Angel, had fixed a wonderful Tuesday morning breakfast. Jenny, the maid who lived in house, that is from Monday to Friday (both Maggie and Jenny had Thursdays and most weekends off), had cleaned, pressed and functioned, as always to perfection, the way a good maid should. Buffy’s life was so simple, so organized by everyone else, that she barely had to breathe for herself to live.

After her high light job at ‘Locks By Lorne’ by the magical Lorne himself; and the equally wonderful manicure/pedicure by Amy, Lorne’s young sister, Buffy trotted off to ‘surprise’ Angel at his office at Snyder, Levison and Travers for a lunch out together at about noon.

Although Buffy didn’t make it a habit to drop by her husband’s office for a surprise, she’d done it before; it wasn’t unheard of. Today, like before, Buffy pulled into the parking structure of the office building, parked in the usual visitor spot, and strode, with confidence, into the large building lobby. As usual, for a Tuesday,it was occupided by the elfish, diminutive security guard, Johnathan Levy. Johnathan smiled warmly at Buffy and waved with affection. They had attended Sunnydale High together and although the impish man/boy was considered a nerd by teenage standards, Buffy had embraced him as a kind young man even then. She waved back with enthusiasm and inquired about his wife and new baby with genuine interest.

“Katrina is fine, Mrs. Travers,” Johnathan gushed, “and our boy, Johnny is doing great!”

Buffy smiled, then scowled a bit, “please, Johnathan,” she admonished, “I’ve been Buffy to you a lot longer then Mrs. Travers!”

The small man broke into his warm grin once more, “of course, Buffy, sorry. My family is great!” he finished with another smile.

“Okay, then,” Buffy giggled, “I’ll see you on the way out and I want to see tons of pictures!” With a wave she stepped into the elevator and punched number 7. The floor Angel’s law office was on.

When Buffy stepped into Angels office, she noticed that Anya, his secretary, was not at her usual post. She assumed that her college friend had gone for lunch and thought nothing of her absence. Actually, Buffy was rather relieved that Anya was out; it had been only three months or so before that Xander, Buffy’s best male friend, and Anya had parted ways. Buffy still felt a tinge of guilt over that as it had been herself that had set the dark Xander and fair Anya up in College.

Way back in their High School Senior year, Xander still harbored a crush on Willow, though truth was, he’d always really loved Buffy. When red-haired Willow had taken up with wild, guitar playing Oz, short for Danial Osbourne, well, Xander was heart broken and Buffy felt inclined to play match-maker between he and Anya.

Buffy encouraged the budding Xander/Anya relationship, even pushing for an engagement, especially after she’d married Angel. Everything went smoothly for a while, but a month before the Xander/Anya wedding, things went to hell in a hand basket. Anya had left her secretarial job at Angel’s one day, early, and come home to find her finace in bed with none other then Willow Rosenberg.

Even after apologies, remorse and guilt, Xander decided to go with Willow and leave poor Anya alone in their tiny apartment. Anya somehow muddled through; Willow and Xander moved in together and everyone held their breath to see how things would turn out.

However, in the back of her mind, Buffy always felt that Anya somehow held her responsible for the whole mess. Sunnydale was not Los Angeles, pretty much everyone, who was anyone, could figure out what everyone else, who was anyone, was up to. They all knew what the skinny was of the time and Anya knew, in her heart, that Xander truly loved the unattainable Buffy, even more so then his precious Willow.

So, when Buffy slipped inside the inner door that connected the front of the office to that private area that was Angel’s, she never thought anything of it. The door was unlocked and she just stepped through, happy to surprise her darling husband for lunch. What she saw there, stopped her dead in her tracks and cause her to freeze in horrified shock!

Angel, Buffy’s Angel, was doing something that could only be called ‘screwing’ Cordelia Chase, from behind no less, up against the desk that she, Buffy, had given him two Christmas’s ago. The two dark haired people were so engrossed in their coupling, that they never noticed the tiny blond standing shell shocked and open mouthed by the office door. Buffy stared in horror as the couple moaned and groaned in sexual pleasure, her face contorted in anguish, a silent scream coming from her throat. After a moment or two, Buffy slipped out of the office, still unnoticed, and fled down out into the 7th floor hallway and into the tiny, claustriphobic elevator.

Without saying a ‘goodbye’ to Johnathan who looked on in confusion as she passed, she half ran to the parking lot and her beautiful little Camaro.

She threw the car into reverse and sped out of the parking structure, mercifully missing poor pedestrians or other parked cars along the way. It wasn’t until she’d driven two miles away from the offensive office building and pulled into a tiny City Park’s parking lot, that she completely lost it and broke down in tears.

“Fucking bitch!” she screamed into the cab air of the small Camaro. “Fucking, two-timing bastard!”

Buffy’s tears spilled like rain onto her hot, red cheeks. Her mantra of bitch and bastard continued as she considered slamming her forehead against the hard steering wheel of her car.

“Why?” she cried to the invisible Angel, “how could you?” Within a moment’s span, Buffy could figure out why Cordelia, or Cordy as she was called in school, did it. Buffy and Cordy Chase had always been rivals, even silent ones. Xander Harris had gone with Cordelia for two years in High School, even taking her precious virginity, but Cordy was no fool. Like everyone else in Sunnydale High, the brunette, rich, Cordelia knew that Xander truly loved Buffy. He even helped Buffy with her ‘Homecoming Queen’ campaign, much to the anger of his tempetuous cheerleader girlfriend.

Angel was another story, or was he? Buffy was well aware that the Chase’s, Sunnydale’s cream of the crop in families, were top ‘A-one’ clients of Angel’s law firm. The kind of family, with the kind of daughters, Cordelia and Faith Chase, that the likes of Frank and Helen Travers would be glad to accept into the family, no questions asked. Frank Chase was a widower who cut a nice swath across the social world of Sunnydale and Cordy was no exception. She’d inherited her father’s charm, looks and would eventually inherit all of his money. Faith, her younger, college bound sister, was a different story, she was rarely discussed and there was talk.

Buffy, in her heart and soul, knew she’d never match up to the lineage of Cordelia or Faith Chase and somehow, she realized in that shattering moment, Angel knew it too. Still, parked in the little lot, her eyes bleared with hot tears and sobs of pain, Buffy wondered what to do? Should she confront her husband? Confront Cordelia, the Queen Bitch of Sunnydale? Confront her own insecurities

As she sat, staring blankly at the passing mothers with their small children, Buffy began to cry with silent tears, her voice cracked and broken; her pleas of ‘why’ and ‘how could you’ fell on deaf ears. No one else was around, only the petite, charmed blond beauty who sat in a cheery red Camaro, her misery oblivious to the young mothers and children who passed by her.


Finally, after an hour or so of her sobbing desperation, Buffy found her presence of mind to drive home, albeit very slowly. As she drove, she thought, actually she carried on a conversation with herself.

“It’s unfair!” she hissed, “I used to be so hot, so sure of myself. I was the hottest girl in Sunnydale High School, well, maybe not High School, but in College!”

Everyone had said so. Heck, what she’d lost out in in High School, Homecoming Queen, she made up for in spades in College. Junior Princess, Homecoming Queen in her Senior year, she’d outshined the bitch, Cordelia herself at Sunnydale U. What had happened? Buffy had won it all! Homecoming Queen, Head Cheerleader, Angel Travers! What more was there? Forget that she’d given up on her own dreams, she was too busy pushing the dreams and ambitions of her charmed husband and his clan!

Buffy Summers Travers was the most popular girl in Sunnydale when she was in College. Angel and Buffy were ‘the couple’ of SunnyD now! Well, Cordelia and Riley were a close second, but that didn’t count, did it? And what about Cordelia and Riley Finn? Did the big oaf, Police Chief Riley Finn, know about his darling meal ticket, Cordelia and Buffy’s precious husband? Riley’s and Cordy’s marriage was less then five months off, sometime in August and here the little bitch was screwing a married man, Buffy’s married man, in his office! On his antique desk that his wonderful wife had given him!

By the time Buffy had gotten home, pushed past the servants, Maggie and Jenny, and made the upstairs bathroom by the master bedroom, she threw up for a full five minutes. Once she’d stopped throwing up, Buffy rinsed her hot face with very cold water and lay down on the California King bed she shared with her errant hubby.

Her mind was in a fog, but one question kept echoing in and out of it while she lay there, staring at her wooden ceiling, “what I’m I going to do?!”
 

Chapter 3: ‘Buffy Plots/Therefore She Is’


As she lay gently in the massive tub, soaking her tense, sore body, Buffy went back over the last two hours of her life. After she’d lay sobbing for another hour on her bed, she had settled down enough to truly think things out. It came down to this: What should she do about this betrayal, and what did she really want? Of course, she wanted to keep Angel, no question, she’d gotten used to her life and besides, she doubted if her powerful husband truly wanted a divorce, not Angel. He would never be able to stand the scandal and frankly, neither would Cordelia. And Buffy herself? She simply did not want to go through the drama of it.




Divorce was out, period. However, in her tattered state of mind, Buffy realized that she wanted, no needed some kind of retribution…some revenge against those two adulterers. It had occurred to her, about halfway through her bitter musings, that this Angel/Cordelia affair had probably been going on for a while, and, that Anya might be well be aware of it. Buffy didn’t know how Anya was involved, but she just knew she was. So, when the injured young woman began to plot her revenge, she had decided not to just avenge herself on Angel and Cordelia Chase, but on Anya, the Chase sect and the whole damn Travers clan! Buffy’s memory was long and she had never forgotten the way the Travers had ‘dissaproved’ of the Summers family.

By 7:00 PM, Angel’s get home time, Buffy had not only settled down (at least to the staff’s satisfaction) she’d come up with the ultimate revenge plan of all times. Buffy, sweet innocent and loyal Buffy, the Sweetheart of Delta Kai in College, would seduce, screw and secretly humiliate anyone that had anything to do with the Angel/Cordelia betrayal. If that included, Angel, Cordy, Anya, the whole Travers clan, then so be it.

After she had calmed down a bit, Buffy looked at her naked body in the full length mirror of her bathroom. She was the same, at least physially, that she’d been in High School and College. Her body was still in shape, athletic and trim. At least that was one ‘pro’ thing of not having a child…she guessed. The hazel/green eyes that looked back at her were as bright as the day she started kindergarten, even though tears of pain had clouded them earlier. Although her once broken nose as a bit off center and slightly bent, everyone always said it added ‘character’ to her otherwise perfect face. Everyone said that, that is, except Queen Bitch Cordelia Chase. Cordy had encouraged Buffy to 'fix her imperfect nose’ for years, but Buffy was glad she hadn’t listened to the conniving little brat.

“Cordy’s nose job makes her look like a human Smurf,” she chuckled through her still misty eyes, “I’m prettier then her by a long shot!” Feeling a bit more secure, Buffy mused about the decision she’d come to just moments earlier.

Tears spilled anew from those pretty hazel eyes, even as Buffy tried to still them.

“I’ll get my revenge, you assholes!” she hissed as she turned from the mirror and grabbed the french silk robe from the bathroom door. “I’ll get my revenge and then some!”


Buffy’s plan was simple, really: She would seduce, screw and string along every male that was remotely connected with the Travers or Chase families. She’d start with Connor Simpson, Dawn Travers stupid boy toy of the moment. At 18 years of age, he fell into the ‘safe zone’ of seduction and wouldn’t that just kill both Angel and Dawn if they’d known about it! They wouldn’t, of course, but Buffy and precious Connor would know! Hell, she’d boink him to pieces if it meant screwing over Dawn, the little brat and Angel her prick of a husband! The sticky part was keeping everybody’s mouth shut. It was imperitive to her plan that ‘no one’ spilled their guts to anyone else. Especially to each other! Everyone involved would have to be discreet and Buffy was sure she could manuveur their silence.

Connor, of course, would be the trickiest one, but probably the most satifisfactory. To really stick it to both her husband, Angel and his brat sister Dawn would be sweet retribution indeed! Dawn had always looked down her perfect little fixed nose at Buffy and her mother, Joyce.

Xander Harris was another target in her game, mainly because Anya was probably well aware of the Angel/Cordy affair and even possibly encouraged it. Anya never, ever got over the fact that Buffy was the one that Xander truly loved, even though his affection was never reciprocated. If she could seduce Xander, somehow it would make Buffy feel better.

Actually, it was perfect, as Xander and Cordelia had ‘dated’ in High School. As far as Willow went, that was not important. About a month or so ago, Willow had met up with and gotten closer with Tara McClay, a professor of Literature at Sunnydale University, where Willow also taught. Xander had accepted this with humbleness and it wasn’t a big surprise, really.

Ever since Oz, Willow’s boyfriend had left Sunnydale years before, it was kind of an accepted fact that Willow Rosenberg loved who she loved. It didn't matter whether they be male or female, the red-haired fragile beauty was infatuated with both sexes. Tara had come along at the opportune moment, Xander had turned a blind eye at first and everyone just took it for granted that soon, if not later, Willow would return to her male lover.

So far, albeit it was quite early, she hadn’t, but had remained with her blond, female lover. Buffy accepted this, embraced it, if only because she wanted her best female friend to be happy once and for all. And, it afforded Buffy the opportunity to seduce Xander without guilt; nice, considering the dark, handsome young man had taken Cordelia Chase’s virginity in High School and backed Buffy for Home Coming Queen. Cordy had never forgiven him!

Of course, Riley Finn was another canidate and to betray Angel with Cordelia’s trophy fiance seemed like the icing on the cake. Buffy was more then certain that Riley would keep his big mouth shut, as he didn’t want to lose Cordy and the Chase meal ticket or their status.

It was funny, but even as she’d lay on her satin sheets, thinking, or maybe just not thinking sanely, Buffy even considered William ‘Spike’ Giles as a ‘real conquest’ in her game of revenge. If anything, it would be Spike, the blond shadow, that would be the catalyst of retribution.

Back in High School, at least by their Junior year, they’d all been best of friends. Angel, Buffy, Willow, Xander, even silly Johnathan Levy. Spike entered into their circle without invitation, yeah, like a quiet tornado.

Buffy was only seventeen years old, not quite eighteen that first semester in their Senior year at Sunnydale High. Actually, she, Spike and Angel were inseperable and somehow had managed to get themselves into a college frat party, via Riley Finn, at Sunnydale University.

Everything was going fine, until Buffy drank way too much from the keg that Delta Kai, Riley’s fraternity, the most prestigious on campus, had provided. Of course, Angel and Spike had drank their fair share of the beer also.

When Angel stumbled outside to sleep off the affects of the ale, Buffy followed the kind Riley upstairs to rest and get her bearings. Alcohol and Buffy Summers never mixed well.

Riley had led the naïve Buffy upstairs to some empty frat brother’s bedroom, then manuvered her over to a small twin bed. At first, Buffy enjoyed the kisses the big brunette peppered over her face and neck, but then Riley began to pull at her simple turtleneck sweater. Once he’d pulled it up over her head and unsnapped her white demi bra, Buffy sobered up real fast and realized that she was in deep.

“Mmmmm,” Riley moaned as he kneaded Buffy’s pert right breast. “Riley!” she cried, “stop it! That hurts!”

Even after her begging, Riley continued his assault on her breasts as he replaced his hands with his wet mouth.

“Riley, please!” Buffy begged, “stop it! I don’t want this!”

But, Riley continued, grumbling something about Buffy being a ‘cock tease’ and that ‘she deserved this.’

When Riley unzipped and pulled her tight jeans from her slim hips, Buffy realized that she would never get out of this intact and began to sob quietly.

Before Riley could rip her thong from her little body, Buffy heard a familiar, endearing British voice behind Riley, “you’re really a fucking asshole, Finn! Get your bloody hands off her!”

Spike pulled Riley away from Buffy and slammed his left fist against the older, larger man’s heavy face.

Buffy screamed, Riley swore and Spike actually chuckled, “only way to get a girl, huh, Finn?” he chortled. “Get them drunk and rape them!”

Riley never replied, just punched the blond Spike in his chiseled cheek and knocked him flat on his ass. Without a word, Riley threw himself on the lean, lithe Spike and began to beat the shit out of him.

“Stop!” Buffy cried, when she’d regained her senses, “leave him alone!”

Buffy grabbed a heavy porcelien bong some stoner frat boy had left out from an end table close by and smashed it onto Riley’s thick scull, momentarily stunning him into submission.

Riley, stunned for a minute, shook himself into a sort of consciousness and looked at the male and female bottle blonds with disgust.

“Fuck you, Buffy, you cock tease!” Riley growled, “you’re not worth it anyway!”

With that, Riley stormed out of the little bedroom, leaving both Spike and Buffy laying on the floor, her eyes, at least, wide with shock.

“Oh, Spike,” Buffy finally broke the silence as she looked on her beloved still friend, “please be okay. Can’t lose you!”

In her terror and fear, Buffy forgot that her turtleneck was gone, her bra unclasped and her pretty breasts open for view to the seemingly unconscious Spike.

“Wake up, Spike!” Buffy cried, “please be okay

She hovered over his still body, anxiously while she stroked the chiseled cheek bones on his pale face.

Finally, he smiled, his beautiful blue eyes still closed shut and mumbled, “if I’d have known that I could get you in this position, pet, I’d ‘ave let Riley Finn kick my arse ages ago!”

Buffy reared back, stunned, “oh you’re just fine!” she gasped, relieved, as she slapped his chest gently with a giggle.

Before either of the two blonds could breathe, Spike grasped Buffy and pulled her mouth down to his in a desperate kiss.

Without missing a beat, Spike flipped Buffy over on her back and began kissing her frantically on the mouth and neck. It wasn’t like she was resisting either and when he whispered how much he’d wanted her from day one, that did it. Every bit of restraint in her flew out the window and Buffy enthusiastically kissed Spike right back.

Before she knew it, Spike had made his way down to her breasts with his lovely mouth and encouraged by her moans of pleasure sucked greedily. Buffy could barely breathe, much less think and she never said a word of resistence when Spike eagerly pulled her thong off and ran his tongue down her tummy over her hips and straight to her wet sex. It was mind blowing to Buffy, what Spike was doing and saying to her.

“Buffy,” he rasped, “I’ve waited so long for this, I really…….” But he didn’t finish his sentence, just went back to making love to her with that wonderful mouth of his.

“Oh Spike,” she moaned huskily, “that’s so good, that’s……” when he stopped for a moment and looked up at her, his blue eyes full of adoration and lust, Buffy’s heart began to race even faster.

So caught up in the pleasure of their desire for each other, Buffy lost all sense of time and place as her mind reeled off into some other demension of reality. Later, she would wonder if she’d lost her mind, at least momentarily, because she really knew who was making love to her like this; it was her wild Spike, not Angel.

So when Buffy was so close to cumming by Spike’s mouth, she shocked herself as much as her lover when she groaned out Angel’s name.

Spike halted immediately, Buffy tensed completely up and crashed right back down into the real world. When she braved opening her eyes to look at those gorgeous blue eyes of Spikes, she saw devestation in them. Pure raw, pain, then something else appeared in them; hateful anger.

Buffy watched tearily as her would be lover leapt up from her hot body and pulled his shirt he’d somehow devested earlier back over his lovely chest.

“Get dressed!” he commanded hoarsely, rage seeping through the words. She could only lay there and just stare at him, more confused then hurt or angry herself.

“Spike,” she began weakly, “I, I’m sorry, I know it was you here, I…..”

However, before she could finish, Spike hissed, “shut the fuck up, Summers! Get your bloody clothes on and go find your fucking Angel!”

Buffy didn’t move, just stared in stunned embarrassment at Spike as he stood glaring down at her.

Before she could utter one more word of apology, he litterally growled out the next sentence, “you might go lookin’ for your precious Angel in another room up here, Princess,” that damn smirk, now etched with pain on his face. “He went off to shag some college bint earlier, but if you hurry, I’m sure you can get in on the action!”

With that, Spike slammed out of the tiny frat room, leaving a bewildered, sobbing half naked Buffy lying on the ugly, cold floor.


 

Chapter 4: ‘You Have To Break A Few Eggs…’




Buffy sat on her living room window seat, the one at the full bay window, sipping a glass of California Cabernet wine, her favorite red varietal. She loved this window, loved the view it afforded her as she stared out at the dusky sky and sighed. If only the pain in her heart, the one caused by a vice like grip of the hand of His Majesty, King Angel, who, by the way would be home soon.

She only hoped she’d composed herself enough to fool him into believing that nothing was amiss. The ‘kick in the gut’ pain she’d felt earlier had subsided somewhat, but her urge to throw up every five minutes persisted.

“What a first class prick!” she sighed with comtempt, and sadness as she reassessed her plan of revenge on both Angel and his bitch Cordy. Funny, all consuming pain could be quite inspirational, or irrational as the case may be, however, it still hurt, no matter how hard Buffy tried to push it back down.

To console herself, she went back over her plan of action. Connor was not going to be a problem, that was for sure, but Riley might be a bit tricky. Sherrif Finn was a also a first class prick, but he wasn’t as stupid as he looked and he might not want to risk losing Cordelia at any cost.

“That would be priceless,” Buffy giggled as she sipped her wine, “nail Riley Finn!” But then what?!

It suddenly occurred to Buffy that she had no idea what she would actually ‘do’ with these unwitting men once she had seduced them, that is, if they could be seduced.

Yes, Angel held Riley in complete contempt and Cordelia was engaged to the buffoon, but once Buffy had done the deed, what then? No one could know about it and even if personal vindication was sweet, what if Riley, or Xander or Connor didn’t just ‘fade into the distance’ after the fact? What if they had their feelings hurt, or felt ‘something’ for her?

“Oh well,” she consoled herself, “you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette!”

Of course, on the other hand, Buffy would feel double retribution where Riley was concerned. She could stick it to Cordelia, silently, while she got great retribution on Riley for his disgusting behavior back in their school days. Which, brought her right back to Spike Giles.

Out of any of the guys that Buffy could even remotely think of as cheating on Angel with, Spike was the only one she was truly drawn to, sexually. In fact, she had always considered him as hot, hot, hot! In his ‘retro 80’s kind of way’ that is. His hair, his basic black clothes, totally punk, totally deadly to Buffy, at least. Spike has always been ‘it’ as far as she was concerned, even if she’d screwed up back in High School and ruined any chance of a normal romance with him.

With another sigh, a shake of her blond head, Buffy had to chuckle, “if Spike only knew the real reason I said ‘Angel’ that night, he’d just die from the irony of it!’

Some years ago, Buffy figured out why she’d reacted the way she did that night, even if she never told anyone else, especially Spike. Maybe she should have told, at least Spike, maybe then there wouldn’t have been this tension between them that hung over their whole group for the last ten years. The blond guy had never forgiven her for that night at the Delta House and she barely got through the whole thing herself.

It was a miracle that she kept her friendships with the group, much less tolerated Spike’s presence with them. Of course she never told anyone about that night and Spike’s ego alone kept him from spilling his guts, ever. Their clique remained entact, even if everyone in it knew there was some ‘rift’ between the two blonds, perhaps the others just felt it best not to ask questions.

All through their Senior year, the group of friends stayed together through thick and thin; even Spike stuck around, but always in the background now.

In College, however, when Buffy, Angel, Willow and her Oz, Xander and the newest addition, Anya, went off to their higher education, Spike embarked on his ‘darker career’ on the outskirts of Sunnydale society, always in the shadows. Still as much as Buffy tried to discreetly avoid him, Spike always seemed to find a way to throw himself into her path. If Angel ever suspected anything, he never said such, actually, he’d probably never suspect ‘his’ Buffy of any such behavior.

Angel’s ego was even bigger then Spike’s!

Buffy’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her husband’s black Mercedes pulling into their long, circular driveway. That ‘pain’ the suffocating one that sucked all of her breathe out of her lungs and choked off her throat returned, briefly.

“It’s showtime!” she whispered with determination and made way into the kitchen, onto the back service entry.

“Maggie!” she called in passing, “is the Chicken Marsala (Angel’s favorite meal) ready?”

If she didn’t know better, Buffy could swear that her loyal cook just gave her a sarcastic smirk as she passed by.

“What?” she questioned the older woman, no answer, “What is it?”

Maggie raised her right eyebrow, “you want supper in the kitchen, or the dining room, madame,” her voice was tinged with a tone that Buffy couldn’t quite name.

“What’s the problem, Maggie,” she sighed with exasperation, “why the formal questions tonight?”

For an instant, Buffy saw a look of genuine sympathy in Maggie’s blue eyes, “nothing, Buffy,” she whispered with an embarrassed look, I was just being a bitca, sorry.”

Buffy placed her tiny hand on the cook’s arm, “what is it Maggie, what do you know?”

If the older woman ‘knew’ anything, she covered it by looking away, “nothing, Miss Buffy, I’m sorry.”

With a shrug, Maggie shook of her employer’s hand and hurried back into the kitchen to set some table.

“The Dining Room!” Buffy shouted excitedly, “we’ll eat in the Dining Room.”

It was at that precise moment that her errant husband stepped through the back door of their nearly $1,000,000.00 house and Buffy snapped ‘to attention!’

“He’s home, at last,” she looked him up and down, “just like a Timex Watch…takes a licking and keeps on ticking!”

With a shake of her pretty blond head, Buffy put on her ‘happy face’ and mused, “watch out Travers world, Buffy the Bunny just got Energized!”

As they ate the pefect Chicken Marsala ala Maggie, Buffy watched her ‘perfect’ husband, Angel.

“God,” she groaned inwardly, “what a slob!”

She had never noticed before, but Angel ate like a pig! Actually, a pig would probably eat with more manners! When he wasn’t talking with his mouth full, he was talking with it wide open.

“Why in the heck haven’t I ever noticed what a disgusting slob he is!?” she giggled.

“What?” Angel asked, his mouth full of pasta, “what was that, babe?” Buffy stifled another giggle, “nothing, hon,” she answered, wide-eyed, “no, actually,” she continued, “I asked, how about discussing your job?” Of course, this was an open invitation for Angel to talk about himself, his stellar career and exciting office life and Buffy tried hard to stifle a large yawn with her tiny hand. “Yeah, that’s great,” she answered automatically, “glad the Chase account is so ‘hot!”

“Or,” she muttered, “is it just ‘Cordy Chase’ that’s so hot?!” Angel stopped his chewing, and chawing long enough to give her an inquisitive look. “Huh?” he questioned with a confused look. “I said,” Buffy answered, her expression a mix of exasperation and a smirk, “it sure is hot for this time of year.” With that, she calmly went back to her Chicken, a signal that it was time to change the subject.

Angel obliviously began to discuss his business trip to Chicago at Wednesday morning. In all the upheaval of the last few hours, Buffy had completely forgotten about it. “I’ve already told Riley our Thursday evening golf game is off, but you’re going to have to call Connor tomorrow and tell him not to meet us here.” Buffy let the last sentence sink in, Connor didn’t know that his idol, Angel, was going away and was prepared to meet Riley and him at the Travers house, as usual, Thursday to golf with them. Usually, Buffy forgot about the non-descript boy, Connor, especially since she detested his girlfriend, Angel’s little sister, Dawn. However, the whole ‘golf mentor’ thing by Angel and Riley for Connor just got real interesting for her and her mind battery immediately jump-started into overdrive. “Bingo!” she chuckled to herself as she poured her darling husband another glass of wine.




 

Buffy’s Revenge: Chapter 5;
‘Good Girls Don’t, but Buffy Does!’

At 5:30 AM on that fateful Wednesday, Angel took off from Sunnydale to LAX in Los Angeles. If he was lucky, he’d make it to LA by 7:30 AM and through the ‘checkpoints’ by 9:00. With a quick Bloody Mary at an airport bar, and of course, some updating on his lap top, Angel would make that 10:00 AM flight to Chicago without a hitch. He was a Travers for God’s sake, nothing went wrong for a Travers!

To her credit, Buffy behaved like the doting wife. She got up at 5:00 AM, kissed her handsome husband goodbye and sent him off to LA without showing a hint of the resentment that had been festering for almost thirty-six hours now. “Prick!” she hissed under her breath as Angel drove off from their fairy tale home in his BMW.

“Hope his plane runs into severe turbulance!”

Actually, Buffy was becoming alarmed at the boiling venom within her, but keeping it under control was becoming less and less possible.

“I can’t wait until Connor shows up here, tomorrow afternoon!” she smirked as she gave the days instructions to her staff.

“Listen, Maggie, Jenny, why don’t you take Friday off too?” she asked innocently, “with Angel gone, I can certainly manage by myself for a couple of days.”

If the cook or housekeeper ‘suspected’ anything, they certainly didn’t show it and eagerly accepted their bosses generosity.

Buffy took a long, long bath in the early afternoon and plotted her seduction of Connor. Had he been any one else, but precious Dawnie’s boyfriend or the fair-haired son of the Travers’ best friends, then she probably would not have ever even considered the little twerp as an option. However, as it stood, the eighteen-year-old, doe-eyed nerd was the perfect dupe for her plan of revenge.

“Too bad he’s not related to the Chases in some way,” she giggled, “that ‘would’ be priceless!”

When she emerged from the tub, her towel wrapped snugly about her lithe body, Buffy studied herself in the full length mirror of her bathroom. She was far removed from that little innocent school girl she had once been back in Sunnydale High. Back then, Buffy would have been physically ill to have even considered plotting what she was about to do.

After that horrible night at the Delta Frat with Spike and Riley, Buffy started dating Parker Abrams, the star quarterback of the Sunnydale High football team and the darling of the campus. Buffy was very inexperienced in the matters of ‘love’ especially since her only real boyfriend before that had been Scott Hope in her Freshman and Junior years.

The most the timid Scott had done was to feel her up once or twice, that and some heavy kissing. Buffy and he had broken up the summer before their Senior year and she actually thought something might be wrong with her, like she was undesireable or something. Scott never pushed further with her, sexually, but since their breakup, they did remain good friends. It saddened Buffy when Scott went up north to attend the University at Berkeley and the rest of friends stayed home to attend Sunnydale U.

When the ‘first Christmas’ of their college stint came around, Buffy even got a ‘photo’ Christmas card from Scott. That’s when the circumstances of their High School romance became crytal clear. The photo of Scott’s card was a ‘family’ type picture, complete with Scott, his loyal cat, Mr. Trick, and a dark haired, good looking young man, named Holden. Scott looked deliriously happy, Holden was sat next to him, Snyder snuggled in his lap, not Scottys and Buffy finally realized the truth. Holden was Scott’s ideal, not Buffy or any other girl and she was pleased that he was ‘finally’ happy.

Where Scott was timid and unsure, Parker was aggressive and very secure in his sexual prowess. Parker took Buffy, they were a steady couple by now, to their Senior High Winter Formal in late January. Before the night was over, Parker had parked his Mustang overlooking the cliffs by the beach and succeeded in relieving Buffy of her little black dress and nylons. It took no time for him to seduce her in the cramped back seat of that black Mustang and Buffy took to sex like a duck to water.

Always very careful to use condoms, the young and ‘in love’ couple found every chance they could to be together in 'that way.’ Soon after her 18th birthday in February, Buffy went down to the clinic and got on birth control, which thrilled Parker and made her feel better about herself for some innane reason. At least they wouldn’t be bothered with those damn rubbers anymore!

As their affair progressed, it continued through the end of High School and well into the first year of college, Buffy became quite ‘spirited’ where sex was concerned. By the second semester of her Freshman year in college, Buffy had become somewhat bored with Parker Abrams and yearned to experiment with other males.

When Parker left on a European vacation with his family during Spring Break, Buffy utilized her freedom to pursue other sexual partners. The minute Parker came home, she broke it off with him and went on to become quite the Sunnydale University party girl and the sweetheart of Delta Kai. Before Buffy finally settled down with Angel, late in their Junior year at college, she had cut quite a romantic swath through school and the surrounding community of Sunnydale!

Her thoughts returned to the present as she studied her now naked body in the mirror.

“God!” she chuckled “I must have went with just about all the hot males in Sunnydale by the time I married the asshole!”

Suddenly, her mood became more somber, “all the hotties, except, of course, Xander, Riley, even sweet Oz and……crazy William.”

Buffy had never, ever been able to even refer to William as Spike. She felt such a nick name beneath him, even though he found every way possible to torment her, silently mostly, since that God awful night in High School.

“I wonder if Will would even believe me if I told him why I said Angel that night,” she shook her head sadly.

It had never seemed all that important until the last 36 hours or so, to even explain to William why she ‘had’ reacted the way she did that night. Since then, William Giles had been her bane, showing up at the worst possible times in her life, almost quietly stalking her, or so she imagined. The blond menance (as she liked to think of him) would sit as far away as possible at certain functions, but she was sure he’d stare at her the whole time.

More then once, she’d felt his blue eyes on her and glanced his way to indeed catch him staring at her, his patent smirk on those full lips.

Buffy knew just what he was thinking, too, “what if ‘they’ knew Princess? Your, little buddies, what if they knew just who and what you really are?”

William had called her Princess since the day they met, but after that night she knew he said it with sarcasm and to ‘get at her.’ His ego would never let him forgive her for what she’d done.

Buffy shook off her morose thoughts and forced herself to go over her plan for tomorrow night. Connor would show up about 3:00 PM, expecting to golf with his idol Angel and the insipid Riley. She had to be very careful about how to go about seducing the puppy dog, Connor, she didn’t want to overwhelm him, or scare him off. Maggie and Jenny would be long gone on the nights off and Buffy would have the whole house to herself.

It was her intention to be in a tiny bikini, that is if the unusual warm Spring weather kept up tomorrow, when the oblivious Connor would make his appearance. If things went as planned, she’d convince the poor kid that she had totally forgotten to call him as Angel had asked and invite him for a swim, just to make up for her thoughtlessness. After that, if he took the bait, seducing Connor would probably be a piece of cake as she was more then sure that his sexual experience was quite limited. In fact, she’d be surprised if he had gotten past first base with the ‘silver spoon up her ass’ Dawnie and his naivity would be a plus for Buffy.

After a pleasant, simple dinner Wednesday night, Buffy called her mother, Joyce, who lived up in Santa Barabara. Joyce had left Sunnydale soon after Buffy married Angel and settled up north in the artistic and beautiful beach town. She managed a local art museum and carved out a nice life up there, even settling into a nice relationship with a local restaurant owner named Ted.

Buffy was surprised that Ted and her mother had not married by now, but Joyce was still gun shy due to the horrible experience she’d had with Hank Summers. Hank, Buffy’s dad, had run off with his secretary when she was quite young and it had broken both Joyce and her heart. Even though Joyce had been a victim of an errant, asshole of a husband, however, Buffy was well aware her mama would never approve of her own plan of revenge.

That’s why, when she spoke to her mother that night, she never said a word about Angel’s infidelity(ies) or her own plots of retribution.

As she lay in her King sized bed, sans her husband, it occurred to Buffy that Cordelia Chase was probably not Angel’s only indiscretion.

“He’s got women in every major city, I’ll bet!” she hissed in realization.

“I bet this has been going on since we were married and not just with that bitch Cordy, but other bimbos and ‘hos’ all over the place!”

The tears spilled again, even though she should have been cried out by now and Buffy got a second wind of resolve about the whole Connor, Xander and Riley thing.

"Well,” she reasoned out loud, “two can play that game and I start the competition tomorrow!” Sleep for Buffy finally came hours later, but it was a fitful one.




 

Buffy’s Revenge; Chapter 6: ‘Connor’


Thursday morning came and went; Maggie and Jenny left for their day/night off. Buffy prepared for the inevitable, Connor’s appearance around 3:00 PM. She wore a tiny bikini, the weather ‘had’ held up and fixed herself a wine cooler; the first in many for that day. When 3:00 finally rolled around, Buffy was feeling pretty loose and decided to go for broke immediately with Connor.

The doorbell rang, precisely at 3:00 PM and Buffy answered the door, bravely, in her little black bikini, the one with red flowers on it. Connor’s eyes flew wide open when he took in her appearance and he blushed bright red himself as Buffy smiled demurely, “why, what are you doing here, Con?” she purred. “I, uhm,” he stutterred, “I’m supposed to golf, with uhm, you know, uhm, your husband?” Buffy blushed innocently, “oh, God, Connor, I’m so sorry, I forgot to call you! Angel’s going to be so pissed!” She quickly explained her faux pas and invited the young man into her house, just like a spider to a fly.

“It’s alright, Mrs. Travers,” her murmered, “I’ll just be going and…” but she grasped his arm lightly. “No, of course not, Connor!” Her tone was pure honey, “you come on in, Angel would never forgive me! Have some iced tea, have a swim?” If Connor had any reservations, he hid them and quickly accepted the offer by Buffy. “Oh,” she added sweetly as she turned to walk away, she afforded the flushed teen a ‘good’ look at her famous behind, “just call me Buffy. Mrs. Travers makes me sound so damn old!”

As she lay in her big bed that night, Buffy could not help but feel dirty and wrong in every sense of the word. She had seduced Connor with so much ease, it was really sickening.

A part of her felt as if she’d lost something, deep inside of her, that she might never regain again. The other part, the one that watched her husband screw their friend in his office, felt that she, Buffy, was completely justified in fucking everyone involved over, completely.

‘Problem is,’ she said to herself as she looked up at her massive bedroom ceiling, “how is Connor involved, exactly?’


 

Buffy’s Revenge; Chapter 7: ‘Xander’


Buffy had planned everything for Saturday night, down to the second she would seduce her old friend Xander. She had given Maggie and Jenny the entire weekend off with the excuse that they had ‘earned’ it and that with just her alone in the house, they wouldn’t be needed. Xander was to be there for their ‘working dinner’ at around 6:30 PM, but since Buffy was clueless in the kitchen, she had ordered Chinese from the best place in town, Ming Lee’s, and it arrived at exactly 6:15 that Saturday night.

A lovely chilled Chardonnay was in the fridge and Buffy set the dining room table, even using candles for atmosphere. Of course, she wouldn’t have done all of this if Maggie or Jenny were around, or if Angel had any idea that the servants weren’t there. With no one around to tell, there would be no one that would know. Except, poor, clueless Xander.

Promtly at 6:30 PM, Xander rang her doorbell. Buffy let him ring three times before she answered, in her tightest black jeans and scimpiest pink halter top. She had a very expensive pedicure done just that morning at Lorne's and decided not to wear any shoes, very informal, except for the smokey makeup she’d chosen. When Xander saw her he almost dropped his brief case, full of papers she needed to go over with him and sign for Angel.

“Buff!” he squeaked, hoarsely, “you look, well, great!” With a little girl giggle, Buffy showed him into the house and right to the dining room; she knew Xander and food was the upmost thing on his mind. That and sex, but apparently he hadn’t been getting any for a while, things being as they were. However, Buffy was determined to fix that, tonight!

“Sorry Angel couldn’t be here, Xand,” she purred as she poured the wine and let her arm brush his.

Xander flinched nervously, but succeeded in not blushing for once, “that’s okay Buff,” he answered with that boyish grin of his, “you know Angel and me, we’re not best buddies anyway. It’s better if it’s just you, me and the help!”

Buffy sat down in the chair next to him and sipped her wine slowly as she peered evenly at the darkly handsome man, “oh, Maggie and Jenny are off for the weekend. That’s why it’s Chinese, you know I can’t cook worth a damn! I’m afraid it’s just you and me! So,” she added with a wink and sly smile, waving at the Chinese set out elegantly on her oak table, “this is all I have to offer!”

This time Xander flinched and rewarded her with a very red blush. Before he could answere, Buffy picked up her fork and pointed at his plate, “so eat!” she commanded with another grin as she began on her own food.

After their dinner, Buffy cleared the table as Xander laid out the contracts and other papers they needed to review on her coffee table in the posh living room. Actually, Buffy was surprised that Angel had even ‘allowed’ her to be a part of the new wing at their old High School. Angel had always said ‘Buffy was more for show then for brains in his life’ and it was only now that she realized just how much he meant that.

It had become painfully clear to her, especially in the past couple of weeks, just how much of a ‘trophy wife’ she really was to Angel and his family.

“Oh, well,” she sighed to herself as she carried the fresh glasses of desert wine into Xander, “at least I have this chance to pay back hubby and that Chase bitch!”

When she sat, as close as possible to Xander without actually sitting on his lap, she noticed how hard he swallowed and how his hand slightly shook as he grabbed one of the contracts.

“Okay, Buffy,” he began shakily, not looking at her, “uhm, this is the first contract, I’m sure everything is in order, so we’ll just go over it and…” but Buffy clasped his large hand and guided the paper back down to the table.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, Xander,” she sighed in mock exasperation, “like you said, everything is in order! We’re old friends, all of us. Let’s have some Muscat wine and talk; forget the damn paper thingy magigies!”

Xander looked confused momentarily, but did as he was told and took a large drink from the blue crystal wine glass in front of him. He kept his eye contact with Buffy at a minimum, and the two sat in silence for a few minutes. “So,” Buffy began tentively, “what’s going on with you and Willow?” she finished strongly, stared deep into his chocolate brown eyes. “Wow!” she thought to herself, “Xander has gorgeous eyes!”

How come she’d never really noticed before? Now the poor guy’s face turned bright red and his expression went from nervous to sad in nano seconds, causing Buffy to regret mentioning Wills at all.

“You can talk to me, Xand,” she said softly as she touched his arm gently, “I’m your friend, always.”

“I know that, Buff,” he whispered, his strong voice now husky with emotion, “but your Will’s friend too and I don’t want to cause problems for either of you.” He looked like a lost little boy and Buffy suddenly had second thoughts about the whole seduction thing.

“I can’t do it,” she told her herself, “I can’t use him like this. He’s been through too much!” Xander looked at her and broke his silence, “when I left Anya, and went to Willow,” his voice was tinged with regret, “I blew it big time, Buffy.”

Shaking his head he began to sip the wine and really talk. “I loved Anya, in my way and I always knew that Willow was well ‘not quite sure’ of herself as far as her sexuality went

He stood up and began to pace up and down in front of the coffee table, across the expensive Persian Rug that covered the plush carpet of the room.

If Buffy had, had second thoughts about seducing Xander, the mere mention of Anya’s name snapped her out of it!

“That bitch knew all along about Angel and Cordy!” she vehemently assured herself as she watched Xander walk back and forth, back and forth. “Anya’s probably involved with them, the skank!” It was not Buffy’s fault that Xander left Anya for Willow; but it was apparent that Anya thought she was somehow to blame.”

She also did not fault Willow for loving Tara. Willow loved who she loved, gender didn’t enter into it. Besides, it didn’t give Anya the right to decieve her, Buffy, with Cordelia and Angel.

“She probably encourages them,” Buffy hissed silently, “hell, she probably watches them!”

“Come here,” Buffy patted the place next to her on the couch, invitingly, “you need to really sit down and talk about this, hon.” Xander took up her invitation and sat closely next to her on the silky couch, the contracts completely forgotten.

“You know,” Buffy began cautiously, her voice soft and sweet, “Willow will come back to you, I’m sure of it.”

Xander gave that quick grin of his, “I’m not so sure, Buffy,” he stammered, unconvinced by her encouragement. “You’ve seen her with Tara, right? They’re pretty tight and well, I’m not exactly the greatest catch in Sunnydale, now am I?”

His beautiful brown eyes were misted over and his expression was so defeated as he looked into her hazel eyes so hopefully.

Buffy reached out and clasped him to her in a warmly plutonic hug and whispered in his ear, “you’re a great catch, Xander. A decent guy with a lot to offer the right woman. I know ‘I’d’ come back to you if ‘I’ were Willow,” she added sincerely.

Xander hugged her back, heartily, but gave a sardonic chuckle, “yeah,” he sighed against her neck, “if I was such a great catch; how come you never gave ‘me’ the time of day when we were younger?”

Buffy pulled back, somewhat stunned and at a momentary loss for words.

“Well,” she began slowly, but gained momentum in her explaination, “when we were young, ‘I’ was stupid and naïve.”

This sounded like a good start to her and she caught his eyes with her own, forcing him to look straight at her.

“I didn’t really ‘know’ what I wanted or what was good for me back then,” she continued with more confidence then she felt. “I guess I just didn’t know a what a great guy ‘was’ back then. A guy like you.”

She threw in a quick shrug of her shoulders, a pretty pout and a shake of her blond head.

Xander sat for a moment, his eyes level with hers and she knew he was looking for the truth and sincerity in her words.

“Oh,” is all he said quietly as he picked up his wine glass, sipped it slowly and seemed to ponder something. Buffy could only guess what it was, or at least she hoped it was what he was musing over.

“Maybe we better sign these silly things,” she spoke quickly, “get them out of the way, you know?” As she signed the first paper, an idea struck her.

“Remember when you and I snuck out of 7th period High School English and snuck wine coolers at the park?” Now Xander grinned from ear to ear.

“Yeah,” he chuckled happily, “you and Parker were arguing and we ditched to get drunk and talk about our love problems…I remember!”

Buffy’s eyes lit up with the memory, as did Xanders and they just sat and laughed for a couple of minutes.

“It got late, way after dark and I got so drunk that you had to drive me home in that old Lincoln you fixed up and, remember?” Xander must have remembered because he began to laugh so loud he almost choked.

“I carried you up your family’s old oak tree and snuck you into your bedroom, hoping you wouldn’t barf all over me!”

That stopped her laughing, “gross!” she snipped but began to giggle all over again. After a few minutes of reminiscing, they both just suddenly stopped laughing, just sat looking at each other silently.

Apparently they had remembered, at the same time, just what ‘almost’ happened that evening back in High School. When Xander and Buffy realized that Joyce Summers was gone, things began to get out of hand. Xander, his courage fueled by the wine coolers began to touch and kiss Buffy, passively, yes, but sensually. Buffy, her inhibitions loosened by the alcohol and her anger at her errant boyfriend, Parker,

returned Xander’s affections.

Before things got really out of hand, the phone rang, it was Joyce. Hearing her mother’s voice on the other end of the line somehow broke the whole ‘romantic spell’ right then and Buffy pushed Xander away from her abruptly. When Buffy hung up the phone from her mother, she looked to find Xander climbing out of her window, his stare never leaving her. All she could think to do at the time was wave goodbye, half-heartedly, say thanks and pass out, alone, in her bed.

In all the years since then, Buffy and Xander had never spoken of it to each other, or anyone else.

Xander looked away from Buffy, embarrassed, “let’s get these papers signed, huh Buff?” he asked quietly.

“Sure,” she replied, her voice barely audible. They both reached for the ballpoint at the same time and before either of them knew what was happening, they were kissing.

Buffy felt herself being pulled into Xander’s warm comfy lap and as her lips were being assaulted.

“Dang!” she gasped in shocked surprise, “who would have guessed that Xander Harris kissed so good!?” After that, she chose not to think at all.

It was well after 1:00 AM when Buffy finally sent Xander home. She pretended to be very tired until he got the hint, got dressed and quietly slipped out of her front door. Buffy couldn’t be sure, but she thought she heard him whistling softly as he left. When she was sure she had heard his Mustang pull out of the driveway, she exhaled in relief. The clock on the end table showed well past 3:00 AM before she could finally sleep.

“I shouldn’t have done it,” she sighed with a hint of remorse, “Xander should have been off limits. He’s too fragile, too sweet and loyal.”

Then, she remembered Cordelia and Angel, against her desk, oblivious to her presence.

“Bet Angel never fucked anyone else but me in our bed!” she hissed, her mouth hard and determined.

“Xander and I did it twice and I wish that prick of a husband of mine could know!” The first rays of sunrise filtered through her bedroom windows before she could finally sleep.


A/N: Grrrarrhgg! Sorry, this chapter makes my skin crawl. However, don’t get too comfy with Bander, it ain’t going to last. Thanks for reading, please review and please be kind? Thanks, Luv, Spuf


 

Buffy’s Revenge: Chapter 8 ‘Riley’


Sunday morning dawned sunny, bright and early for Buffy Travers. She had not slept well after her ‘marathon’ with Xander, right here in the bed that she and Angel shared. Everytime she closed her eyes, she saw Xander’s face, those dark eyes, so full of adoration for her.

“Yeah,” she groused out loud, “I’m really adorable, huh?” Buffy threw the covers off of her, suddenly quite hot and almost quesy; she could smell Xander’s cologne on the sheets that surrounded her and it made her ashamed. In her mind, but knew that Xander should have remained off limits, but it was too late now and she feared that her newest conquest would not let this whole thing slide easily.

The cordless phone on her end table rang, the shrill snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Oh, great,” she mumbled, “that’s all I need, Angel!” When Angel’s voice, quite cheery for early Sunday, then Buffy remembered it was at least two hours later in Chicago, sounded on the other end, she felt like throwing up. Guilt hit her in waves, but was soon assauged when her ‘darling husband’ explained he’d be back home later then he thought, “something’s come up with the new case, babe,” he explained quickly.

“Right,” she replied, silently, “I just bet ‘something’s come up!” Angel explained that he wouldn’t be back until at least Thursday and perhaps Friday, it all depended on the client.

“Wonder who that client might be?” she mused. Like a good little wife, she nodded at the phone, mechanically told her husband ‘she understood’ and walked through the rest of their conversation in a daze.

“I just bet he has unfinished business!” Buffy muttered angrily. If nothing else, Angel’s little phone conversation reinforced her determination to ‘get to’ Riley Finn on Monday night. Again, any second thoughts went right out the window after Angel had called and Buffy was well aware of Officer Finn’s regular Monday night activities.

Riley hung out at ‘Tito’s Bar’ on the outskirts of the Sunnydale city limits. It really wasn’t anything more then a redneck kind of place, a comfortable stomping ground for the local police force, especially on Monday nights. Actually, it was little more then a dive, but there, the likes of Riley Finn were king.

Sunday came and went in a rather oblique mannor, except that Xander called three times, evidently on his cell phone. Buffy’s caller ID on her own line alerted her to his persistence, and finally, on the third call, she answered. “Hey,” Xander greeted her, his voice tinged with the old shyness that Buffy was so familiar with.

“Hey,” she replied, her own tone unsure, almost embarrassed. “Buffy,” he began, “we have to talk, soon. About last night.” Buffy was more nervous then she’d been in ages, “yeah, I know Xander, it ‘probably’ shouldn’t have happened.”

The silence spoke volumes, then, “Buffy, we’ve been close for years. Longer then you and Angel, and…” his voice drifted off.

“I know, I know, Xand, but, God, what happened. In my marital bed!?” She hoped she sounded morally outraged, but the sentiment was hollow and she knew it.

Buffy half expected Xander to hang up, but he was a persistent man and he held on.

“Buffy, please,” he stammered, “just see me, soon…talk to me. I need you.” How could she ignore something like that?

“Kay, Xand,” she whispered, “I’ll try to work something out. We’ll meet. Give me your cell number, I’ll call as soon as possible.”

He did, she wrote it down, but the uneasiness she felt in her tummy frightened her. Xander, like Connor, would not let this just go away that easily. One thing was for sure, though, Riley was a whole other story.

Riley Finn was a horse’s ass and everyone who knew him, knew it. Why Cordelia Chase ever hooked up with him was a mystery, even to Buffy. Not only was Officer Finn a big oaf of huge proportions, his IQ probably matched the size of his feet…two digits at most. However, Cordy seemed to love him, at least so everyone thought, and Riley relished the status that his future bride and her family gave him.

After finding out about Angel and Queen Bitch Cordy, Buffy had come to the conclusion that Riley was the ticket to respectibility. The kind of social respectibility that Ms. Chase needed to perpetrate the notion that she and her family had some real class. Faith Chase, Cordelia’s only sibling, her younger sister, was a laughing stock in Sunnydale. The rogue Faith had been in more trouble, legal and otherwise, then anyone in the memory of all of Sunnydale society. There had always been talk about Faith, true and rumoured, but Buffy had overlooked most of it as idle gossip.

Actually, Buffy Travers could have cared less about Faith, Cordelia or their dashing, widowed father, Frank. At least, not until recently when she had discovered just what a skank Cordy really was.

Sunday came and went and by the time Monday morning rolled around, Buffy had figured out how she would target Officer Finn and what she would wear. Precisely at 9:00 PM, Monday night, with the excuse of meeting her good friend, Willow Rosenberg, Buffy showed up at the parking lot (more like a dirt road) of Tito’s Bar a few miles from the Sunnydale boarder.

Buffy wore a pair of tight black jeans, a gold halter top, her hair up in a loose bun, more smokey makeup and kitten heeled black leather boots. She parked her red camaro in the parking lot, and waited impatiently for Riley Finn to exit Tito’s, as he always did, drunk, careless and stupid.

Sure enough, at 9:15 PM, Riley half stumbled out of the bar and towards his 4X4 Dodge truck. The same one he had for years. Buffy had parked right next to the truck and casually leaned on her car, a slight smirk on her face. It took only a minute of fumbling with his keys before Riley noticed her there, a surprised, albeit happy grin on his face.

“Buffy!” he slurred her name slightly, “what you doing here?” If she had any doubts that the honorable Officer Finn was ‘soused’ she lost them when she heard his jumbled speech.

“Well,” she purred as she stood up and approached him, “I was waiting for Willow, but I don’t think she’s coming,” then, “you okay Riley?” she finished, her smirk widening.

Riley looked her up and down like a starving man at a Vegas buffet, “well, I’m firn, I mean fain, I mean, fine, now!” he finished, frustrated.

“I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew here,” she lied easily. He smiled, looking forever like a court jester, “yeah, I come here most Mondays, to be with the boys, and with Cordy out of town until the weekend well…” he didn’t finish his sentence, apparently he was too drunk to.

Buffy caught the ‘Cordy out of town bit’ and realized that the skank was probably with her Angel right now. “God!” she thought to herself angrily, “I’m as stupid as Riley is!”

Changing the subject quickly, Buffy suggested that ‘she’ drive Riley home. “After all,” she continued, “you’re not quite up to snuff, Riley Finn and I haven’t had a drop all night. You come on now, I’ll take you home.”

It didn’t take too much convincing on Buffy’s part before Riley had secured his truck and flopped onto the passenger seat of her Camaro. “One of the guys’ll bring me over tomorrow to pick up my truck,” Riley said, “you’re some guardian Angel, Buff, showing up like this.”

Buffy chuckled under her breath, “yeah,” she agreed, “that’s me, an Angel.”

Later, when Buffy really did drop Riley off at his house, she practically pushed him out onto his driveway.

“Time to get inside, Riley, dear,” Buffy chuckled as she shooshed him up to his door. “I don’t think you or Cordy would like the neighbors to see me hanging around here, huh?”

Riley gave Buffy a rather silly grin and stumbled to his door. “Bye, bye, Buffy,” he whispered, loudly to her.

“Bye, bye, Riley,” Buffy waved back and took off down his driveway. When she hit the highway, Buffy never looked back, she just sped all the way home.


 

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