I hope that this doesn't confuse anyone too much. I'm reposting the prologue and chapters 1 and 2 under a new penname (this one) and all further updates will be under this name, too.
Chapter 2
The silence was deafening. The small room was thick with it. The stillness was all encompassing. Time, it seemed, was frozen. Outside, birds chirped. In the hallway people laughed and chatted, unaware of the still, silent prison behind the door of room 57. As day faded into evening, the changing sun cast shadows inside the room. The sun set, the last of its rays sweeping the room, highlighting the yet unpacked boxes, the small unmade bed and the figure that sat expressionlessly upon it before it disappeared.
The small blonde girl sat, shoulders slumped, staring blankly at the carpet three feet in front of her. The phone lay at her side. Anyone watching her would have taken her for a statue because of the stiffness of her form and the vacant look on her face. Only her eyes held a spark of the vitality and life that had radiated from her hours before.
Buffy’s thoughts raced wildly, clashing with her calm exterior. Riley...Parker... Scott... Dad... Riley... Parker... Scott... Dad... Riley... Parker... Scott... Dad... Riley... Parker... Scott... Dad... They always leave… They always leave... They always leave... They will always leave me... no one stays... no one ever stays... not good enough... not pretty enough... bad... wrong... WRONG... there’s something wrong with you, Buffy... no one will ever love you... no one... will... stay...
As the last rays of the departing sun fell across her face, her eyes closed and a single tear ran down her face. When they opened, the pain and sorrow were gone replaced with a hardness and determination. No. This ends now. Buffy stood, resolute. She single-mindedly prepared for a night to forget all her worries and doubts and to cut loose.
***
When the blonde exited her room and hour later, all eyes were drawn to her. Gone was the perky, wholesome girl who had boarded the plane. Gone was the broken young woman that had sat, unmoving, on her bed for hours. The blonde bombshell that had taken their place was stunning. She wore a skintight, thigh length, red silk dress. The straps were as thin and delicate as a spider’s web, the slit that almost reached her hip lethal and daring. The neckline was square and low, giving a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The back dropped to the small of her back. Her long, golden legs were shown off by high red pumps. He blond hair was deliberately messy, as if she had just spent a long night fucking some lucky man into oblivion. Her eyes were rimmed in charcoal, her pouty lips a slick red. She carried herself with an aura of self confidence and had all the men, and some women, shifting uncomfortably in their seats and breathing fast.
Not noticing all of the attention she was receiving, Buffy stalked resolutely towards the door. When she saw the man holding the door for her drooling, Buffy gave him a slow, sexy smile and stroked his cheek, purring, “Thanks. You’re such a sweetie.” He practically came in his pants as she leaned into him and continued, breathlessly against his ear, “I’ll bet you taste delicious.” Excited by how well her act was working, Buffy allowed herself a small, private grin before walking towards the taxi that waited for her at the curb. Tonight she was going to feel good about herself, tease a few guys, and forget all about the men who had hurt her.
***
At the club, Buffy gave men saucy winks and come hither grins while running her hands gently over her neck and legs. She allowed them to buy her drinks, but refused to dance or talk with them. She got pleasantly drunk and didn’t let their hurt looks or anger affect her; tonight was about her and she wasn’t looking for a guy. She was never going to look at a guy as a potential boyfriend again. She was swearing off guys all together. She... Holy Shit! Who was that? The hottest guy she had ever seen was standing on the stage. Bleach blond hair, a rock hard body and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Buffy berated herself for staring, and looked away. Then the music began and he began to sing.
“Fuck...” Buffy breathed, enchanted. The words flew by her and she listened, uncomprehendingly. They didn’t matter; nothing mattered except for the deep, sexy voice of the blue-eyed devil. Suddenly, he turned towards her, still singing, and their eyes locked. Buffy’s breathing sped up and she felt heat rush towards her loins. He kept singing, staring into her eyes. When the song ended he held her gaze for a moment before turning away and smiling at the ecstatic crowd Realizing the song had ended, Buffy stood to go to bathroom to calm herself.
After splashing herself with cold water and calming her breathing,
Buffy felt more in control and exited the bathroom. As she headed towards her seat, she realized that the band had begun a faster song with a low, pulsing beat. Caching the eye of the bleached singer, Buffy’s knees almost turned to jello as he gave her a sexy smirk, pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth and raising his brows. Returning the look with false control, she sent him a smoldering look and turned abruptly, heading to the dance floor.
Buffy began to dance sensuously, green eyes locked with blue. She moved her body suggestively to the music, hands above her head, and then ran them slowly down the sides of her body and back up again. Men watched in awe and a few tried to join in, but she ignored them, never changing her focus. She continued dancing as the band finished their set, and as the blonde man gave her once last, longing look as he left the stage, she sent him one of her own, filled with invitation, before returning to her seat.
***
Feeling someone come up behind her, Buffy turned, excited to meet the blue-eyed singer that had enchanted her. But, instead, she was met by a broad shouldered beefy man with hair that had been cemented with gel into sticking straight up. Vaguely recognizing him as the drummer, Buffy was filled with disappointment and tried to glance over his shoulder. This proved to be impossible, as the hulk moved with her, trying to get her attention. “Hello. I’m sorry to bother you; it’s just that I had to ask. Did it hurt?”
“What.” Buffy deadpanned, already tried of the idiot.
“When you fell from Heaven.” He said, smiling with the fakest look
of innocence she had ever seen. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re so beautiful. When I see you, you make me feel alive. And...” Buffy stared at him, disgusted. Who in their right mind would ever fall for such a line? Or, for that matter, such an oaf. Despite his angelic demeanor, there was something creepy and almost... almost evil about the man. She tried to push by him but he moved into her path again, grabbing onto her arm, a dangerous looking flashing across his face.
“Let her go, Peaches. Your bleeding crazy sister is looking for you.” Buffy glanced over, and gasped. It was him. Up close he was even more beautiful then she had realized. He had sharp cheekbones and a scar through his eyebrow. And he was wearing the hottest leather duster. Sneering, the dark haired drummer turned and stalked off. “Sorry about him. The poof can be such a ponce when he gets snookered.”
“It’s fine,” Buffy breathed, “Thanks for rescuing me. How can I ever repay you?” She asked with a suggestive smile.
“How ‘bout a dance, luv?” She smiled and looked coyly away. “Come on, you know you wanna dance.” Smirking up at him she turned and walked away, swaying her hips. Glancing over her shoulder at him she said, “Coming?” He quickly followed with a muttered, “Oh, I hope so.”
a/n: A million thanks to Kirsty, my wonderful beta!
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