Title: A Lost Love, A Lost ManAuthor: Nicole E-mail: [email protected]Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss and those people own it.Raiting: R to NC-17Pairings: Buffy and AngelSummary: AU This was influenced by the movie "A Man Apart". Liam Angelus O'Brien is an assain for Rupert Giles a top assian agent. Liam is deeply in love with his wife, Buffy Summers. An assaisin job gone wrong and things take turn for the worst.Feedback: yeah please. DON'T BASH! first of my fics that i put out thats AU! thanks!Authors note: This is influenced and inspired form the movie "A man apart" so all rights reserved there. The story line is not the same it just has some of the same basis.Dedication: To all of those who have lost loved ones. "SPIKE! Come on we need to fucking get in there stop fucking around and get your ass right here!" Liam Angelus O'Brein yelled. "Oh bugger, Peaches. I am coming you bloody poof. Let me give Dru a kiss and we're off." He tured around to Drusilla who was lying on a fether bed with a white night gown on. He leaned down to her and whisperd, "Sleep well, love. I'll be back when you wake." "Your so fucking mushy with her. How are you a fucking assasin and so mushy still?" Liam asked. He retourted "Oh when you find that girl you'll be the same extact way, Peaches." He paused, "Bye, love!" He screamed. "Bye, Spikey. Goodbye, my Liam." She said in a dreary, insane scream. "Au' revoir Drusillia," Liam replied to the insane child and walked out of the dreary building that William Bloody and Drusillia O'Hare called their home. *~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~~*~**~~**~~*~*~* *Bang!* A gun shot. That's all you heard echoced through the empty room. Spike had just shot at Kevin Wilkens. Shot in cold blood. For the first time in a long time Liam had not shot him dead. He gave Spike the gun this time. Liam was ready to go home. He was ready to end this fucking shit. He was tired and ready to go. "Take care of the body, I'm out of here." Liam said and left the old mansion. He walked down the street. He saw this "blonde-bombshell". She was more than that pure beauty. She looked so broken though, She is so beautiful. Standing there in the day light with old grey sweat pants and a red tanktop with her hair pull back in two simple french braids. It was just the plain thing. But the beauty in her was real and perfect. I felt like carry her away and never letting her go. She looks like she's lost. "Excuse me miss? Can I help you?" Liam asked the petite girl as she glanced around. "Yeah, that would be great." She smiled. "I'm Liam." he interjected. "Nice to meet you Liam, I like that name by the way. I'm Buffy, Buffy Summers." she gleamed. "It's a pleeasure to meet you Ms. Summers. Now what can I help you with?" he actually grinned at the small woman. "Oh yeah. I was looking for a place to stay. Can you recommend a place to stay?" she pondered. "Yeah, the Hilton down the street is really nice and cheap too. It's down the street on your right." He retourted. "Oh thank you so much, Liam." She beamed up at me and spun around in the way I pointed. "WAIT!?!? Buffy, right?" He shouted. She turned back around in a hurry and back up to the tall dark and handsom man, "Yeah?" "How long are you in Sunnydale?" He asked and grinned down at the young woman. "I'm actually living here now. I'm staying in the hotel until I find a place to live and a job of course." She said and glance up at him. "Well, in that case, let me take you out to dinner tonight." he posed a question. "I would be glad to, do you want to meet me at the hotel?" she beamed back. "That would be great. Let me give you my number and you can give me a call and tell me what room your staying in. How bout I pick you up around seven?" Liam asked. "Make it 6:30 and that would be perfect." Buffy smiled. "That sounds wonderful. I'll pick you up then, Buffy." He said and placed and kiss on her head. "Bye," she whispered and stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the lips while turning around.
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