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buffyfic Saturday, April 4 1998 Volume 00 : Number 006
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Date: Sat, 4 Apr 1998 10:16:22 -0500
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (3/?) by Ingrid
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy
Willow, Xander, Jenny, Giles & company are the property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions,
and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without
permission. The author claims no rights to these characters.
SUMMARY: This one reveals a little about the past. It doesn't
totally explain things though!
Welcome to my new story. This one might
be a tad difficult to understand at first, since it takes place
ten years into the future, and IÆm not telling you whatÆs
happened in advance. IÆm going to reveal that as time
goes on in the story. I love to get feedback, except when
my mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway!
My address is Ingrid29@juno.com. If you donÆt get this,
thatÆs because you havenÆt read the other parts. If you want
to get this, ask me for it!
*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Three: "Penance"
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Angel turned the faucet marked hot. Scalding water hit his
back and he exhaled sharply. The pale skin of his shoulders
was turning red, but he ignored the stinging sensation and
scrubbed hard at the tattoo on his back.
This was his kind of exorcism.
Images of Jenny flashed before his eyes. He heard the
resounding snap of her neck and the sound of her body
hitting the floor. Suddenly, he felt sick to his stomach.
He scrubbed harder.
WillowÆs pitiful expression as heÆd sunk his fangs into
her neck. How he had had to unlock her arms from his
shoulders so that she could drop to the ground just like
Jenny. Her half-drained body and those despairing eyes.
Memories of pain in his chest, and the endless chanting.
Then feeling dizzy. So dizzy.
Xander, angry, shouting. Commanding him to do
something he never would haveà
Under normal circumstances. He should have known
better, but heÆd been dizzy, and disoriented, and Xander
had been screaming at him, and Willow had been crying,
and so heÆd done it.
Blood had flowed again. SheÆd tasted sweet, and sheÆd
embraced him; embraced what he was offering.
But sheÆd been oblivious. SheÆd been delirious, dammit!
How could he haveà
Acute pain as heÆd sliced his wrist and tipped her head up
for her to drink. SheÆd done everything as easily as if it
sheÆd simply been obeying someone older and wiser.
He was definitely older.
SheÆd been delirious!
He gritted his teeth in pain as he realized heÆd been working
at the same spot for minutes now. The skin was raw to the
touch, but he couldnÆt stop.
It hadnÆt done a thing. And the blood had tasted horrible in
his mouth as something erupted in his stomach. A battle
had raged inside him, and heÆd collapsed. Then the fangs
had disappeared forever. This should have been his dream
come true, but it wasnÆt.
She was still a corpse in the morning.
HeÆd been dragged to the hospital with Buffy.
SheÆd been buried while he was recuperating. Xander
forgave him now, realizing how foolhardy it had been, but glad
that Angel had been willing to follow him there. Little did he
know that had Angel been aware that night, instead of delusional,
he would have done anything the to avoid such a plan.
God, what if it had worked?
He almost jumped out of his skin at the shriek of the door.
Quickly coming to his senses, he shut off the faucet and
grabbed a pale yellow towel from the silver rack.
"Angel?"
"Yeah, IÆm here," he answered, his voice sounding suddenly
strange to him.
The afternoon sun was filtering through the blinds, filling the
place with light. Angel emerged from the bathroom door to find
Buffy sitting on the bed.
She looked up at him gravely.
"WhatÆs the matter?"
"IÆm going to call Giles."
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END, PART THREE.
Some feedback each day keeps the badfic away. Write to me at
Ingrid29@juno.com, please!
Ingrid: Author of many long Buffyfics (and some short ones). "Return to
Normalcy,"
"One Vampire's Headache...," "This Fleeting Hope," "Ghost of a Chance,"
"Tragic
Sighs" and "Footsteps."
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