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The Violence of Existing	By : Maren Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 3497 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own AtS or BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Email: marenfic@yahoo.com

Summary: This fic
takes off after Buffy is brought back to life in Bargaining (Season 6). Events of Season 6 BtVS
won�t happen, but AtS Season 3 will occur as they did
until Connor is kidnapped. From there,
events diverge a little, although I�ll be retaining some elements. Most importantly, baby Connor never comes
back as angry teen Connor�he is lost to Angel for good.

Disclaimer: I don�t own any of these characters.

Pairings: B/?; references to A/C, will eventually be B/A but you�ll have to work
for it.

Rating: Some parts R
for language, some parts NC-17 for sexual situations

Warning: This fic is pretty dark.
There will be some light BDSM themes with consensual sex, and there will
be character death. Read at your own
risk.

Feedback: Please!!!

A/N: Italics
generally indicate direct thoughts of characters unless they indicate
emphasis�it should be easy to tell which is which.

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~~~Two Years Later~~~

The woman stood at the bar, her eyes on the mirror that
spanned the wall in front of her, the reflection of dozens of colorful bottles
of liquor neatly lined up in front of it giving the impression that the bar
could never possibly run out of stock.
She watched as the masses of new-age L.A.
debutantes, with their daddy�s money and their mommy�s bottle-blonde hair,
gyrated to the hip-hop noise that was coming out of the huge black speakers in
pounding waves of nearly tangible sound.
Each one was staging a show for the boys who cast appraising, hungry
eyes at them, and the woman knew what they wanted. Some were here in a misguided attempt to meet
the man of their dreams-- the father of their future children-- their provider
when daddy died from screwing his mistress.
She felt nothing but contempt for them.
Others were here to move until they were sweating and breathing hard,
here to rub up against willing, firm bodies until they felt the twinge and
flood of arousal, here to tease themselves and those around them with inaccessible
sexuality. For these, the woman felt
something not unlike sympathy. She
remembered a time when she had been one of them.

Silly little short
schoolgirl skirts. Think that five times fast.

She looked down at the shot glass in front of her and
considered the amber liquid inside. It
would be so easy to teach them all a lesson about what these boys who were masquerading
as men really wanted. They didn�t want
wives, and they didn�t want teases. They
wanted a woman who would fuck and then leave without wanting anything else, and
she knew that from experience. They
wanted a woman like her, and it would take her less than 60-seconds to prove
it.

Her thoughts were momentarily distracted when she felt a
large, strong hand caress her black leather clad ass. She tensed slightly in reaction�men who
touched her without her permission always ended up regretting it. A quick glance back up to the mirror assuaged
her irritation, and she relaxed again.
This man had privileges that others didn�t.

�Contemplating body shots again, Diana?� he asked, his
English accent tinged with the droll sarcasm that he had honed to near
perfection, one eyebrow raised in mock censure.

The woman rolled her eyes at the mirror and then slammed
back the tequila before turning sideways to face him.

�Why Wes, you know you�re the last guy to have had that
pleasure,� she answered, leaning against the bar and running one hand
seductively across the part of her hip that her low-waisted
pants left partially exposed before dragging the tip of her finger over her
stomach and up her chest until it rested between the cleavage visible out of
the top of the black lace shirt. She
gestured to the empty shot glass with her head while her finger traced a light,
almost absent-minded path between her breasts.
�I can order another one if you want to do it again.�

His blue-gray eyes sparkled with interest, but he ignored
her offer. �How many have you had
already?� he asked.

She dropped her hand from her chest and shrugged, her
boredom supremely evident even in the barely noticeable movement. �Four, maybe five.�

He casually leaned toward her until his lips were brushing
the sensitive skin of her ear. �Have you
eliminated the target yet?� he asked, his voice a soft, seductive whisper.

Stepping into him and turning so that her back faced his
front, she maneuvered them until he had his back against the bar and they were
both fully facing the interior of the club.
Wesley wrapped one arm around her waist and leaned down to lightly kiss
the delicate skin of her neck. She
turned her head towards him and he obligingly dipped his head so she could
whisper in his ear.

�See those twins sitting in that guy�s lap in the
corner?� When Wes nodded, she continued,
�Yeah, well, so does the target. He�s up
in the balcony and he�s had his eyes on them all night. I�m guessing when they leave, so will he�I
think he�s planning on a double-mint dinner.
Once he�s in the open I�ll take him out.�

�What do you need me to do?� he asked.

She ran one of her deceptively small hands lightly over the strong
arm he had wrapped around her waist and wiggled against him until she could
feel his hardness pressing into the small of her back. At the sound of his sharp intake of breath,
she allowed herself a small smile.
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