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buffyfic Digest     Wednesday, September 17 1997     Volume 01 : Number 032



In this issue:

    BUFFYFIC: Some Teenager's Blood
    Re: BUFFYFIC: Stakin' It to the Streets, indeed.  How about "Buffy?"
    BUFFYFIC: The Great Debate (1/1) by Anya
    BUFFYFIC: The Weapon:  Part X/X
    BUFFYFIC: Barney's Vampire Initiation Song (Newly Revised)
    BUFFYFIC: Gone 3:  The God of Nine Walls Part 10/? by JJ
    BUFFYFIC: FILK: 'Twas the Night Before Buffy
    BUFFYFIC: Buffy fanfic- Untilted (Pt. 1/?)
    BUFFYFIC: Gone 3:  The God of Nine Walls Part 11/14 by JJ

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Date: Sun, 14 Sep 1997 00:09:06 -0700
From: Lisa Rose <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Some Teenager's Blood

This song reminds me of our dearly departed
brother, Jesse (a moment of silence...).
Meaning Xander's friend, Jesse, of course, not
our own beloved fanfic mage, Mr. Jou (who is
said to be immune to the siren calls of
vampires; we've tested him).   Lisa

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SOME TEENAGER'S BLOOD

(To the tune of "Somebody to Love" by the Jefferson Airplane)

When your vampire date
Slowly sucks you dry
And all the soul
Within you dies

Chorus:

      Don't you want some teenager's blood?
      Don't you need some teenager's blood?
      Wouldn't you love some teenager's blood?
      You better score some teenager's blood!

When the last of you
Has finally gone ghoul
Won't you want to fish
In the Bronze pool?

Chorus

Your eyes, I say your eyes
Sorta look the same
But when Luke calls
Will your face be game?

Chorus

Blood is dripping
All around your heels
And your friends, your friends
They start to look like meals...

Chorus


(Lyrics copyright 1997 by Lisa Rose;
title inspired by Allison T. & Christine M.)

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Date: Sun, 14 Sep 1997 00:25:42 -0700
From: Lisa Rose <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Stakin' It to the Streets, indeed.  How about "Buffy?"

Highly delayed response...

At 06:16 PM 8/24/97 -0400, slb wrote:

>At  6:06 PM 8/24/97 -0400, Jesse Jou wrote: "
>>Buffy" (sung to the tune of Looking Glass's "Brandy")
>ROTFL! I liked Lisa's Doobie Brothers tune, too.
>
>So, anyone up for a NIN tune? <g>

NIN?  Well, we could parody their cover of the old Joy
Division classic, "Dead Souls" (from The Crow soundtrack).
But it would kinda be like shooting fish in a barrel...

Lisa

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Date: Sun, 14 Sep 1997 10:48:46 -0400
From: Anya <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Great Debate (1/1) by Anya

The Great Debate
By Anya
[e-mail]

Willow wearily sighed, running a hand through the long,
tangled mess of her hair.  She had pulled it together and
clipped it up high on her head earlier, but it still had
turned into a mess as the day progressed.

Cordelia was a menace to society.  Her prowess at shopping
was unparalleled, and her skill at dictating to other's
actions...*brrr*.  "Visa really loves me, now."  Willow
mumbled. "$578.84 on the shoes alone!  And she only made me
buy eight pairs.   College fund?  What College fund?  Mom's
going to just die when the bill gets in."

Looking at the massive pile of shopping bags still cluttered
in the front hallway, she allowed her shoulders to slump in
defeat.  The part of her mind that encouraged
procrastination was given rare free rein.  "They can wait
'till later," she thought.  With a large yawn, she  pulled
her exhausted body around and back up the stairs to her
room.

Leaning against the wall, she debated just flopping on the
bed.  It looked so soft, comfortable, warm and inviting.  It
practically sang out it's siren song of
"sleep....sleep...deep, dreamless sleeeeeeep!"

But, the "You have Mail!" voice chimed from the softly
purring computer across the room.  Ever the cyber-junky,
Willow went for the computer.
A light tap of the mouse pulled off the screen saver, and
she immediately clicked the mail icon.

Fishing her computer chair out from under the piles of bags
that HAD made it upstairs, she flopped down and waited for
all the messages to download.  After a few moments of simply
starring at the white screen, she began to count along  with
the little box receiving messages, and by the time they
finished at 143, she felt remarkably calm.

Ten of the messages were from Angel and Xander.  Those two
had bonded as a result of the fanfic fiasco.  It was a good
thing, Willow mused.  Much better than watching them watch
one another with a great deal of venom.  The subject for all
ten of their message, though, convinced her to delete first,
and ask later.  If they needed her in the library that
badly, Buffy had trashed another system.

Several messages were from the mailing lists, and she read
those leisurely.  Towards the end was a message from Biohaz,
another from Anya, and a few personal messages from some of
her fav authors.  Moving the mouse, she clicked on Biohaz's
message.

"Hey Will...

Totally amazing, but I did check the number of hits like you
asked me to.  Wow!  The Archive has had 2010 hits yesterday,
2116 hits the day before, and averages well over 1800 per
day for the previous week!  Doing the quick math, we are
probably exceeding 60000 visitors a month!  Kewl!

Oh, and hey, I was wondering how you are at setting up CGI
scripts, as well as the fancier shenanigans of Javascript
and html.  I could use some advice, 'cause Anya and I are
trying to set up a "classification" project for the stories,
and it's rather complex!  E me if you can help!

Later
- -Alex"

Her head wobble side to side as she mulled this over.  "I
need more details."  She muttered, carefully filing this
message away so that she could reply later..when feeling
more rational!

The next one, from Anya was done as a mini-fic, and Willow
snickered her way through it before hitting the end message.

"Hi Willow!

I hope that brought a smile to your face!  I know things
have been rough with Buffy and crew.  She emails me at least
ten times a day looking for more stories like what she
wrote!  I can only IMAGINE how she pesters you!

I've been wondering...is she okay?  I mean, this is somewhat
obsessive, and I can't see it being part of a Slayer's
nature.  Maybe you should see if something is INFLUENCING
them all to act like this!"

Willow blinked twice, surprised.  Maybe there was something
to this!  Buffy WAS acting out of character in these
frequent temper tantrums, and Giles loathed computers, why
would he suddenly get hooked?  Hmmm...  She read on.

"I've placed a survey on the archive.  It was suggested that
the stories be uploaded as "text" documents, and not HTML.
I'm REALLY torn about this subject, as I feel "text" clashes
with the polished look of the archive..but if that's what
the majority wants, that's what the majority will get!

Anyway, could you please let me know YOUR feelings on the
subject?  At present, it stands at 68% want the stories in
text version.  I'm REALLY concerned about what the writers
want, though.  A lot of the writers whose email addy's I
recognize by sight have voted "no", but I need to know for
sure that switching to text is what people want!

I'm going to do a "test" batch of the stories as .txt files,
tell me what you think, please?!

Thanks!
- -Anya

P.S.  She's slaying computers now?  Because of the
archive?!?  Drugs, I'm telling you..she's on hallucinogens
or something! "


Willow smiled, and clicked over to her browser and
bookmarks.  "Hmm..I hope the writers for the archive can
take the time to reply, since it's their stories it affects,
and Anya'll go by their decisions!"

She rolled her head back and to the side and mused the great
"Buffy" question, as the archive downloaded.   Maybe some
private research was warranted after all...they did live on
the Hellmouth..anything WAS possible.

'Sides, if she could get Buffy, Xander, Giles and Angel back
to normal..she could return the "Cordelia approved
wardrobe", keep her college fund, and stop having to fix the
computers Buffy kept trashing.

A smiling playing on her lips, Willow leaned forward,
suddenly eager again to deal with the world.

The End.

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Date: Mon, 15 Sep 1997 01:06:24 -0400
From: [e-mail] (by way of [e-mail])
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Weapon:  Part X/X

Title:  The Weapon
Rating:  R.  Graphic descriptions of acts of violence.  Some language.
Summary:  As chapter IX drew to a close, we were met with a shocking
revelation:  Xander's the Weapon, and everything that's happened has been a
plot to get him to Karakis.
Disclaimer:  Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Angel are the property of Joss
Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and 20th Century Fox.  The rest is mine.  Touch it
and I'll break yo' fingers.
Distribution:  Anyone previously given permission to use my fic can use
this too, as long as I'm given proper credit.  Note that I'd like my real
name, C.M. Koch, to be included alongside my nick when I'm given credit for
a piece.
*****

Xander didn't believe what he was hearing.  As he pulled at Karakis' giant
fingers, fighting for his breath, he denied it to himself.  *He* was the
Weapon?  Yeah, right.  He didn't have any powers, any abilities.  He was
just a mortal man.  There was nothing special about *him*.

"Bullshit." he choked out, as Karakis' tightened his grip ever so slightly.
"Oh no Alexander," replied the Demon Lord, "it's completely true.  The
Sphere is simply a tool, a machine.  No more powerful than the one who
wields it.  Why did you think it became more powerful through the years you
kept it?  Your spirit had a certain inner strength when you first arrived
in my world.  A decade of battle and hardship hardened it.  Your connection
to the Sphere tempered it.  And you joining with the Sphere scant hours
ago, that complete merging on  planes both spiritual and physical, that was
the final step."  Karakis grinned.  "You'll never know what power you had
trapped within you, Alexander.  And soon that power will be mine again, for
the thousandth time."
"You'll never..." gasped Xander, "have my strength."
"You don't seem to understand," said Karakis, as he brought Xander's face
to his, "this has happened before, nine-hundred and ninety-nine times.  You
yourself know of Purgatory's muddled timestream.  I've killed you time and
again, stuck in an infernal loop.  I've live the same ten years for the
last ten-thousand.  All because of you.  Your coming here, your death at my
hands, it sealed this paradox.  And your death at my hands, for the
thousandth time, will break it."  As Karakis spoke, a faint green glow
began emanating from above him.  Xander watched as the light grew in
intensity, 'till it seemed an emerald star shined above him.  Karakis smiled.
"Look," he said to Xander, turning, and holding him up towards the glow,
"look onto your *destiny*."

Xander instinctively flinched away from the seemingly blinding light.  But
his eyes quickly adjusted, and he was able to gaze into it.  The light
glowed mightily, but seemed restrained.  It was then that he noticed what
held it.  It seemed to be imprisoned within a massive glass bottle.  For a
moment, Xander wondered at how something so fragile could hold something so
obviously powerful.  Then, he saw it.  Within the light, was a face.  His
face.  He saw it again, and again... his own screaming face, nigh a
thousand times over.  And the memories returned.  Memories of his death, of
seeing Karakis destroy him.  Memories that had been hidden, locked away.
Whether by his own mind or by foul magicks, it didn't matter.  What
mattered was that he knew he was going to die.

"Yesss..." hissed Karakis, licking his lips, "I can feel it, your
resignation.  You know what I say to be true."
"I may die," Xander growled, "but *you* won't survive the night."
"Oh," replied Karakis, mock apologetic, "I'm afraid I will.  With your
death, I will hold the power of a thousand times one.  A thousand times the
power of your soul.  With that, I will not only shatter this paradox, I
will break the barriers between this world, yours, and the dark beyond.
All three shall join, and I shall be the king of this new world.  I shall
be its god!"

Karakis paused, turning Xander away from the light and releasing him,
allowing him to float directly before him.

"And now," spoke the demon lord coldly, as he crossed his arms in front of
himself, "it's time that I achieve divinity."  Slowly, Karakis began to
pull his arms away from each other.  Xander could feel an invisible force
tugging at him, pulling him in two directions at once.  The further
Karakis' arms moved, the stronger the force became.  Xander could feel the
tension being applied to his body.  Blood began to trickle from his eyes,
his nose.  He found it nigh impossible to breathe, his lungs atrophying.
Karakis paused, one fist over the other, as Buffy, Angel, and Willow rushed
into the chamber.

"You're too late fools," rasped the demon lord, "too late."
"Xander," the dying warrior managed to choke out, "the Sphere..."  Then,
with one sudden, violent motion, Karakis yanked his arms apart, spreading
them wide.  Almost instantaneously, the warrior burst, as if pulled in a
thousand ways at once.  26 year old Alexander Harris was now a mess of torn
flesh, blood, and shattered bone.  A gory stew splattered about the room.


"NO!!" howled Buffy, hurling herself at the Demon Lord.  With a wave of his
hand, he deflected her, sending her hurtling across the room, where she
slammed into the wall with a wet thud.  Angel growled ferally, but held
back, gauging his opponent.  Willow, catching sight of the *living* Xander,
rushed to his side.

"Now," muttered Karakis, while looking quickly about the room, "where are
you..."  Suddenly, his hand lashed out, snatching at nothingness.  He
chuckled, and opened his fist.  In his palm lay a bright green spark.

"Hello Alexander," he whispered, smiling.  With a gentle motion, he ushered
the spark towards the glass sphere which held the light.  Then, with a
sudden motion, he forced it through.  A loud thunderclap echoed throughout
the chamber.  As it faded, another sound could be heard.  The sound of
Karakis' laughter.  The Demon Lord spread his arms wide to accept his new
power.  Green lightning leapt from the delicate globe above him, and he was
encompassed in an emerald flame.

"FREE!" bellowed the Demon Lord, cackling with wicked glee as the power
flooded him, "FINALLY FREE!!  AND SOON, ALL THE WORLDS SHALL BE MINE!"

Without warning, Angel struck, rushing under Karakis and slashing his blade
deep into his ribs.  The Demon Lord growled in pain, and clutched the
wound.  It crackled briefly with eldritch energy, then closed.  Slowly,
Karakis turned towards the vampire.  He extended his arm towards Angel,
then quickly closed his hand into a fist.  With a painfully audible wet
crack, Angel's ribs snapped, and he collapsed to the floor.  Karakis moved
towards the vampire, but stopped short and screamed in pain.  Buffy, blood
trickling down her forehead, slowly pulled her sword out of the monster's
back.

All this time, Willow had been working at Xander's chains, while he sat
there, silent, unmoving.  Finally, she grew exasperated.

"Screw it." she said, and drew one of her Barettas.  With a few well placed
shots, Xander was free of his bonds.
"C'mon," she urged, as she snapped a new clip into the firearm, "we gotta
go!"  Xander simply sat there, unresponding, showing no recognition that
Willow even existed.
<He's in shock,> she realized, as she tried to help the boy up.  Then she
heard a scream.  Quickly spinning to the source of the sound, she saw that
Karakis had his hand around Buffy's throat, and was squeezing.  Hard.  The
twin Barettas practically leapt into Willow's hands, and she began firing.
Karakis grunted in pain as the bullets slammed into his body.  With little
effort, he tossed the Slayer away, and turned his attentions to the plain
mortal wench who dared harm him.

Through all, Xander watched.  He watched as Willow continued to fire,
emptying both clips into the lumbering Demon Lord's body.  He watched as
Karakis', with a mere gesture, brought Willow to him.  And he watched as
that monster closed his hand around her delicate throat, and laughed.
Slowly, Xander reached out, closing his hand around the dull grey metal
sphere beside him.  His eyes seemed to suddenly come alive, dancing with a
flame of unbridled rage.

"Lets see how you do without your battery," Xander muttered.  Then, with
one fluid movement, he leapt to his feet, and hurled the Sphere with all
his might.  Karakis saw, but too late.  The Sphere slammed into the
delicate glass globe, punching a hole in it.  Throughout the room was heard
a low rumble.  A lattice work of cracks appeared across the surface of the
globe, as the emerald light with grew in intensity.  Suddenly, violently,
the sphere exploded, and Karakis was struck by the vengeance of a thousand
times one.  Innumerable arcing daggers of green energy struck him in rapid
succession, shattering his life force.  The once-mighty Demon Lord dropped
Willow, and collapsed to the ground, naught but a smoking husk.  Xander
stood, and slowly, deliberately, walked towards the body.  Slowly, Willow
picked herself up, and stood by his side.  The wounded Buffy and Angel,
each helping to support the other's weight, soon joined them.

"Nobody," Xander growled harshly, tapping the corpse with his foot, "messes
with my Willow."  He watched as the body slowly crumbled to dust.
"C'mon," ordered the boy, as the emerald energies of a thousand times one
attacked the structure they stood within, "lets go home."  Buffy reached
into her pocket, and drew the small glass sphere, mystically whole after
all the chaos.  With all her strength, she smashed it into the floor,
destroying it.  Moments later, a glowing golden circle surrounded the four
of them, and they were gone, as suddenly as they had come.

*****

With a flash, the four reappeared in the library.

"Thank god," shouted Rupert Giles, as he rushed towards them, "I feared I'd
never see any of you again."  Samantha Calendar just smiled.
"Wait," asked Giles, as he counted the number of those returned, "where's--"
"It's over," Xander interrupted, glaring at the librarian, "that's all that
matters."
Willow watched through teary eyes as Xander marched out of the Library,
leaving the doors to slam sharply behind him.
<The battle's over,> Willow thought, as she stared at the still doors, <but
how long before the wounds heal?>

Silently, Giles and Samantha began to tend to the wounds of Buffy and
Angel.  And as they did so, Willow slowly sank to the floor.  And she cried.

*****

End.

*****

So, didja like?  I reeeeeeealy really hope so!  Feedback, please!

Epilogue is out tomorrow, and my next fic starts soon!

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Date: Sun, 14 Sep 1997 22:15:14 -0700
From: Lisa Rose <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Barney's Vampire Initiation Song (Newly Revised)

BARNEY'S VAMPIRE INITIATION SONG  (Newly Revised)

(To the tune of "I love you, You love me")

I suck you
You suck me
It's a whole big sucking thing
With a great big bite
And some blood to me from you
Won't you sample my blood too?

Come downstairs
What a thrill!
How come grownups say we kill?
It's a drinking game
And we'll show you how it's played
It's how all our pals are made!

You're real swell!
Time to see
My whole vampire family
Just a few swapped drops
And you'll never grow again
You'll be our eternal friend!


(Lyrics copyright 1997 by Lisa Rose)

This and other timeless tunes may be found in the
"Traditional Songs" Section of the Little Buffy Site:
   http://www.wco.com/~cybrpaws/lilbuffy.html

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Date: Mon, 15 Sep 1997 02:07:07 -0400
From: Jesse Jou <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Gone 3:  The God of Nine Walls Part 10/? by JJ

Next part.  You know the drill.  I don't know that I like this part so any
and all advice would be helpful.

Thanks!

JJ

Title:  Gone 3:  The God of Nine Walls
Author:  JJ
email address: [e-mail]
Distribution:  With permission of the author
Spoiler Warning:  No spoilers for any real episode
Rating:  PG-13
Warnings:  Mild language.
Classification: UTB
Summary:   Both Anya's Gone... and my Gone II can be found on the Slayer's
Fanfic Archive.  I would recommend reading the previous stories, but all
you really need to know is that Willow was turned into a quasivampiric
killer by the Anointed One and had to leave Sunnydale after her death was
faked.  Buffy and Xander grieved, finding out their friend was lost to them
forever.
Disclaimer:  I don't own these characters except for the ones who haven't
shown up on the show; Joss Whedon, the WB, and their associated production
companies do.  Our Lady of Demonic Assassinations is the invention of my
evil twin sister, Lisa Rose.  I'm also not making a red cent of any of
this, so there's no point in suing me.

Part 10
Angel and Hecate piled into the backseat as the motor roared.  Xander, in
the driver's seat, said, "Where are we going?"

"The town hall,"  Hecate ordered, tapping Willow on the shoulder, "Have you
thought about who could be sacrificing to the god?"

"Miriam's House of Arms,"  Willow suggested, as the car lurched into
motion, "But they'd try to raise him in New Orleans."

"That freak show in Capetown,"  Hecate said, which made Willow shudder.

"No circuses in town.  The Prince of the Autopsy?"  Willow then ventured,
struggling to remember the extant lieutenants of the God of Nine Walls.
The goddess paused.

"Scapino,"  Hecate pondered, then slapped her hand against her forehead.
"Damn!  It's Scapino.  I've seen him!"

Willow threw a concerned look into the backseat, noting that Angel was
silently watching the two women.  "Why didn't you stop him?" she asked.

"It didn't occur to me until now.  He tried to take me.  I thought he was
one of the local beasties,"  Hecate explained.

Xander interrupted.  "For those of us who aren't familiar with this
elaborate world you live in, who the hell is Scapino?"

"Before the Old Ones left this world, they killed many of the God of Nine
Wall's followers to prevent them from trying to free him.  The stronger
ones fled and hid, changing their aspects over time so that they could hide
in plain view,"  Hecate began.

"The Prince of the Autopsy is a particularly violent little sprite.  Very
powerful, but he needs to animate a human form,"  Willow continued.  "If we
can stop the human form, we can stop the Autopsy Prince.  At least until he
can find a new form."

"What I don't understand is why the God took so long to rise,"  Willow
wondered.  "The Master's been dead for 18 years."

"The Anointed One tried to open the Hellmouth 8 years ago,"  Xander
explained.  Willow could feel Angel bristle in the back.

"Whoa, calm down, bat boy," Hecate urged the vampire, then focused again on
Xander.  "This is news to me.  What happened?"

There was a long silence before Xander finally spoke.  "Buffy had to blow
up Sunnydale High School to stop them."

"So why didn't they rebuild the school?"  Hecate asked, prompting Xander to
remember his conversation with his student earlier that day.  He relayed
that information to the group now.  How so many of the murders in recent
history had occurred within a few miles of the school.  How Easterman's
will had insisted that the city hall be moved to the site if the school
were ever destroyed.  How designing the school had made the architect rich
enough to start a private university.

Hecate considered the information.  "He made a deal with the God of Nine
Walls, or with the Old Ones.  I'm guessing the latter.  The school wasn't
just a school; it was a temple."

Willow caught on.  "And the people who were killed there:  Dr. Gregory,
Dave, Emily, Principal Flutie...all of them?"

"Inadvertant sacrifices to the God or to keep the God from waking.  If he
dealt with the Old Ones, again I'm guessing the latter.  When Buffy
destroyed the school, she broke its hold on the God of Nine Walls.  He
hasn't been gathering power over the last 18 years, just over the last 8."

"But why move the municipal building?  And why isn't it stopping the God?"
Xander mused.

"The school was probably Easterman's stronger seal--all that potential for
young, hormonal offerings,"  Willow speculated. "City Hall would represent
Order imposed on Chaos, and in whatever symbolic language the God
understands, maybe Easterman thought it would be enough to discourage him
from emerging."

"So what's the plan?"  Xander asked.

Hecate turned to Angel, "You are going to lead me through the tunnels;  we
need to find the Hellmouth and I'm guessing you know where it is.  We're
going to try to tighten the seal without opening it.  If that doesn't work
and the God rises, then that's where he'll come through and I want to be
the welcome wagon.  Willow will try to stop the Prince.  Alexander, you
drop us off, then leave.  Get out of Sunnydale."

"No, I'm not leaving Willow,"  Xander stated, as the Sunnydale Municipal
Building came into view.

Willow, who had been listening intently to the goddess, touched his hand
gently, then said quietly,. "Xander, do what she tells you."

He pulled to the side of the road and stopped the car, turning towards
Willow.  "You sound like you're not coming back from this."

She averted her eyes from his horrified gaze.  "The line has to be drawn.
If we fail, you'll be the only one left who knew what happened.  You would
have to find the Watchers or the Olodan monks and warn them."

"What about all the people in town?"  Xander asked, his horror growing.

"If we stop the God, then they'll all be safe.  If we lose, it's better
they die in the first wave," Hecate observed.

"You know, you're a really cold bitch,"  Xander responded.

"At least I don't stink of hyena," she snorted derisively

Willow sighed tiredly, popping open her door.  "This is close enough.  No
point in announcing our presence."

Angel finally spoke up.  "There's only one problem."

They all looked at him.

"What if I don't want to help you?" he asked, his tone full of misery.
- ---
Chris and Bob had wandered the tunnels for a long time, going deeper and
deeper into the earth.  Chris regarded everything with inquisitive awe,
following the delicate layout of electrical wiring under the city.  Bob, on
the other hand, sweated profusely, wiping his forehead on a cloth
handkerchief.  Chris consulted the map of the tunnels in his hands, holding
the flashlight in his mouth.

"What are we looking for?" Bob asked petulantly.

"We'll know it when we find it," Chris answered, taking the flashlight out
of his mouth.  "These tunnels are amazing; they're almost like veins and
arteries."

"I don't think we're going to find anything.  Maybe we should just go back
up..."

"Shh!"  Chris admonished, as they headed further down the tunnel.  "Did you
hear that?"  A couple of tunnels away the muted sound of sobbing could be
heard.  "There's someone down here."

Bob felt a lump rise in his throat.  "Maybe we should go up and call for help."

Chris shook his head, "They could be lost or seriously hurt.  We should
check their status before calling..."

He stopped when his foot hit something solid on the ground.  Pointing his
flashlight downward, he caught the greyish blue fabric of someone's pants
leg.  Behind him, he could hear Dr. Abercrombie catch his breath.  Chris
trailed the light upward, recognizing the colors of Sunnydale Light and
Power.  The man's chest did not move;  Chris assumed he was dead.  The
light fell on the name sewn onto the breast of his jump suit.  Thomas
Cobbe.  Tough luck,  Thomas Cobbe, Chris thought, moving the light up to
his face.  Correction.  What should have been his face was instead a mass
of torn flesh, eyes open wide in abject terror, mouth open in a soundless
scream.

Chris and Bob screamed simultaneously at the grisly sight, both backing up
quickly and breaking into a run towards the surface.  They rounded a sharp
corner and stopped.  There was someone standing there.  Chris shone his
light in the stranger's face.  It wasn't a human face, angular and fey with
yellow eyes and pronounced, sharp teeth.  The vampire raised its hand
against the light, growling threateningly.

"What are you doing here?" it demanded.

Chris was stunned.  "You can talk!" he said, fearfully.

Bob, the sweat dripping rapidly down his face, pleaded, "Please, can you
help us?  There's something back there..."

Something like concern flashed on the vampire's face.  "You shouldn't be
down here.  Our master is dead.  There is none you can turn to."  Its voice
trailed off as a sound of tinkling bells and running feet came rapidly in
their direction.  Chris and Bob wheeled around, pointing their flashlights
at the oncoming sound.  They caught a small figure as it pulled on a
colorful headdress of a jester's cap with a porcelain mask sewn into it.

"What is that?!"  Bob shouted, turning to the vampire, who had run off in
the opposite direction.  In the next instance, Scapino was on him, knocking
him unconscious.  Chris had backed up against the tunnel wall, shining the
light at the short clown who approached him now.

"Please, what do you want?"  Chris asked, as the clown raised its fist.

Then darkness.

end Part 10

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Date: Mon, 15 Sep 1997 00:21:17 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Elizabeth Ann Lewis)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: FILK: 'Twas the Night Before Buffy

I really should beg forgiveness for this one -- or be staked at dawn with a
piece of wood soaked in garlic holy water...  <g>

'Twas the Night Before Buffy
by Elizabeth Ann Lewis
with apologies and burnt offerings to Clement Clarke Moore
Dedicated to anyone who is happy that rerun hell is ALMOST OVER!!!!

'Twas the night before Buffy, and all through the region
Not a creature was stirring, not even a demon.
The VCRs were all programmed with care
In the hopes that St. Giles soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of vampires danced in their heads.
And Joyce in her kerchief and Hank in his cap
Were just waking up from a long summer nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my computer to see what was the matter.
Away to the Windows I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash...

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature Slayer, and five Slayerettes!
With a British librarian so stuffy and guiless.
I knew in a moment it must be St. Giles.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
"Now, Amy, now Catherine, now Kyle and Darla!
On Master, on Marci, on Spike and Drucilla!

"To the top of the roof, to the top of the wall
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all."
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of kids, and St. Giles too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the veranda
The squabbling and arguing of each young member.
As I drew in my head and was turning around
In through the door St. Giles came with a crowd.

He was dressed all in tweed, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with library paste and dust.
And a Slayer came with him, followed by five Slayerettes.
For a vampire was here, and I wasn't laying any bets.

His eyes -- how yellow-gleamed!  His fangs, how shiny!
His cheeks were like tombstones, his nose a trifle bony!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.
Waiting to taste the blood of the inhabitants below.

The length of a stake she held tight in her hand
While Xander and Angel gave her backup in their band.
She had a fancy hairdo and a tight little skirt
That amazingly went nowhere, no matter the work.

She was intense and scary, a right capable young Slayer.
And I shivered when I saw her, not wanting to be a player.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a work but went straight to her work.
And staked that vampire, then turned with a jerk.
And linking arms with her Slayerettes,
And giving a nod, out the door they went.

She sprang to Cordy's Beemer, claiming shotgun
And away they all flew like vampires from the sun.
But I heard her exclaim ere they drove out of sight --
"Happy Buffy to all, and to all a fright night!"

<running> <hiding>

High Priestess Lizbet of the CoJ ~*~ {{>AGA<}} ~*~ [e-mail]
SunS List Co-Mummy:  "If the Apocalypse comes, beep me."
"Ahhhh.  Cute blond angst.  Ahhhhh." -- Celli
"Compared to the four of us, Mata Hari could apply for sainthood." - Dianne
"So, okay.  We're fine now.  Really.  Sort of.  Kinda.  Maybe not." -- Kiki

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Date: Wed, 17 Sep 1997 15:33:47 -0400 (EDT)
From: Amanda <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Buffy fanfic- Untilted (Pt. 1/?)


This is my first Buffy fic so I would really like some replys.

Title: Untitled- feel free to throw out some ideas
Author: Amanda
Email: [e-mail]
Distribution Statement: please ask
Spoiler Warning: minor spoiler for "When She Was Bad"
Rating: hmm, probably PG-13, maybe R
content warning: some profanity, heavy sexual innuendo and tension
Summary: Xander follows Buffy after another one of her outburts spurred
from her "issues". Buffy turns the tables on his anger by trying to seduce
him. Note: my Buffy-Giles thing is formed from my theory on the show inr
egards to why Buffy dreamed of Giles as the Master.
Disclaimer: i am not so lucky as to own any of the characters in this
story. They all belong to Joss Whedon and the WB and my use of them is not
meant to harm, but to pay homage to genius



**************Part One of an as of Yet Untitled Piece*******************

    Xander watched in horro as Buffy walked casually away from Giles;
her face was unreadable but his radiated a pain and vulnerability he had
never seen before.
    "What does she mean she doesn't want to be the slayer anymore?"
Willow burst out, breaking the long silence, "Xander, what does she mean."
    Xander narrowed hie eyes, "I don't know but I'm gonna find out."
He took off after Buffy leaving a distraught Willow and a lifeless Giles
behind.
    " Buffy," Xander called across the crowded quad. Buffy kept up her
brisk pace without even acknowledging Xander.  Furious, he ran to catch
up with her. When he did he spun her around by the arm, holding on to it
with a force that surprised her. "Buffy, what the hell do you think you're
doing."
    She struck out at him with a quick hard shove to the chest that
left him breathless. "What does it look like. I'm walking away."
    "Not until I've had a word with you. Enough is enough. You've been
acting like a major bitch ever since you got back from LA. Now Willow and
I have tried to be understanding about your "issues" but now you've gone
too far. it's one thing to insult me or willow, but Gile sis another
story. Do you even care that you've hurt him."
    Buffy snorted," the truth hurts."
    Xander grabbed her arm again, only this time Buffy couldn't shake
loose. "Are you kidding me. You can't possibly mean what you're saying."
    Buffy hid her surprise at Xander's strength rather well. her face
held no emotion but her eyes were flashing. " Sure I do. he killed me."
    "Buffy," Xander replied slowly, trying to calm his sky rocketing
anger," The last I remeber the Master was the one who killed you. Now,
unless I missed an important news bulletin, Giles isn't the Master."
    "The Master may have physically killed me, but it was Giles' fault
he was able to do it. Giles was supposed to protect me- thatw as his job,
and well, he didn't. The way I see it his allowing it to happen is just as
bad as if he'd actaully bit my throat and sucked my blood out himself."
    " I'm gonna try speaking to the real Buffy. The one I know and
Love cause I know she wouldn't be speaking this way."
    "Sorry to burst your bubble Xan, but this is the real Buffy. Maybe
you just never really knew me." All of a sudden Buffy's expression began
to change. Her eyes softened and her body became soft, the tension in her
arm leaving, making Xander feel as though he was gripping a pillow rather
than a stell pipe. Her lips curled into a smile and she took a step closer
to Xander. When he didn't react she moved even closer, this time making
certain her breast brushed his right arm. Her voice dropped to almost a
whisper,one that  radiated electric heat rather than the arctic cold of
seconds earlier. "Don't you want to get to know me Xander. Really know me.
I know you do."
    Xander's breathing ebcame sallow. Involuntarily his heart beat
speed up a couple of notches, his anger of just seconds ago slipping away.
her brest brushed his arm again and he found himself falling in to a
familar pit. One filled with pain and longing; all of it stemming from one
vibrant force- Buffy.
    It was as if she admitted some kind of poison-at least that's what
it felt like. Her essence raced through his veins, burning his whole body.
She destroyed him.
    He found his gaze wandering to her lips. Perfect, they seemed. Had
anyone elses lips ever looked so perfect and delicate as her's did. And
the color- bloodred. the color of love; the color of his heart which beat
only for her. What if he could kiss those lips.
    "Well Xander," and this time when she stepped forward she left no
space between them. her body fitted into Xander's as though she had been
made to be there. She tipped her face up to his. so close, that he felt
her next words rather than felt them. " Don't you....want me."

To Be Continued........
Please give me feedback- I crave it.

------------------------------

Date: Wed, 17 Sep 1997 20:03:52 -0400
From: Jesse Jou <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Gone 3:  The God of Nine Walls Part 11/14 by JJ

Next part.  Notice in the subject line that this will be ending soon.
Thank god.  This part is dedicated to J Northcott, who provided me some
insight on what I'm doing wrong.  His influence will be seen particularly
heavily in part 13, I think, but just to let him know that his remarks had
an impact.  A key point in this section is dependent on a conceit I made up
for my Gone II.  Which is on the Slayer's Fanfic Archive.  I suggest you
read it, but if you don't, I think you'll know which part in this segment I
mean.

Anyway, all comments and feedback are appreciated, as usual.

JJ

Title:  Gone 3:  The God of Nine Walls
Author:  JJ
email address: [e-mail]
Distribution:  With permission of the author
Spoiler Warning:  No spoilers for any real episode
Rating:  PG-13
Warnings:  Mild language.
Classification: UTB
Summary:   Both Anya's Gone... and my Gone II can be found on the Slayer's
Fanfic Archive.  I would recommend reading the previous stories, but all
you really need to know is that Willow was turned into a quasivampiric
killer by the Anointed One and had to leave Sunnydale after her death was
faked.  Buffy and Xander grieved, finding out their friend was lost to them
forever.
Disclaimer:  I don't own these characters except for the ones who haven't
shown up on the show; Joss Whedon, the WB, and their associated production
companies do.  Our Lady of Demonic Assassinations is the invention of my
evil twin sister, Lisa Rose.  I'm also not making a red cent of any of
this, so there's no point in suing me.

Part 11

Gilda Rosenberg threw the last of her suitcases in the trunk.  Her husband
waited in the front seat of the car, its motor running.  She slammed the
lid and got into the passenger's side.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She nodded, taking one last look at their house before they left.  The
others of their circle were gone, forewarned of the coming danger.  She had
left several messages on Alexander's machine, urging him to call her, but
it was too late to try to track him down.  Angry clouds were gathering in
the sky above, beginning to obscure the full moon by whose light they would
need to find their way out.

As they pulled out onto the street, she tossed off a final prayer to any
power who was listening to protect her daughter and Xander.
- ---
There was a dead silence in Xander's car as attention focused on the
vampire in the backseat.

"I don't understand,"  Willow asked gently, as Angel buried his face in his
hands.  When he looked up, he wore the distorted visage of his true face,
angry tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I don't care what happens now,"  he spat out.  "I lost Buffy.  I don't
care.  The whole world can go to hell, I don't care."

"Are you nuts?"  Hecate demanded, harshly.  "Because that's what it sounds
like to me.  It sounds to me like you're nuts.  You're going to let the
world die, because you lost your girlfriend?"

"Screw you," he retorted, a low growl in his throat.

"Oh, believe me, you are!"  Hecate said, kicking the back of the seat in
front of her in frustration.  "Never mind.  We don't have time to waste.
Sometimes there's nothing to be done about free will except to eradicate
it."  She began to raise her hand toward him, murmuring low under her
breath.

"What are doing?"  Willow shouted, reaching into the back and knocking her
hand down.  The air between the two women was electric with challenge.
Finally, Hecate backed down.  Willow turned back to Angel.  "Angel, Buffy
is gone..."

"What the hell do you care?  Where were you when she needed you?"  Angel
said, furiously.  "I looked for you.  If you had come, maybe she would
still be here."

"Buffy isn't my fault,"  Willow said, calmly.  "Don't you dare blame me for
whatever happened.  I wish I could've taken her pain...or yours...."

"What do you know about my pain?"  Angel wailed, waving a hand at Xander.
"He's still here.  He's still alive."

Willow watched the tortured vampire for a second, then said, "If you don't
help me, he won't be tomorrow."

Angel leaned back, his face becoming unreadable in the shadows of the car.
When he didn't answer, Willow continued, "Eighteen years ago, I tried to
kill myself, because I didn't want to deal with what I had become, with
what had been forced on me.  You showed me that I had a choice."

Still there was silence.  Willow sighed.  "Angel, there was no curse.  The
Rom never returned your soul."

A look of surprise fell on his face; he opened his mouth to speak, but
managed only to sputter weakly.  Willow explained,  "In Paris, Lazlo
Hunyadi explained to me what happened.  Whatever is inside you now chose to
be the way you are today; you chose to care about what you had done.  What
you are today is a good man.  I believe that, and I need that good man to
help me keep Xander from dying.  Please."

Again, a long hush fell over the four.  Finally Xander spoke up, "God damn
you."

Willow looked at him in surprise; his body shook with barely-contained
emotion as he stared out the front windshield.  Quietly Xander wept, "I
loved her too."

Willow smiled, touching the man's shoulder gently, "What happened that night?"

Angel quickly got out of the car, adding tersely, "We're wasting time."

Willow and Hecate both exhaled slowly as the the tension dissipated.

"You people are pathetic,"  Hecate fussed, getting out of the car.  "I'm
tempted to let the God crush you all."

Willow and Xander were alone.  HIs hand reached up and covered hers on his
shoulder, clutching it tightly.  "I'm staying,"  he said, with finality,
looking her in the eyes.  She regarded him evenly, then nodded.  Then they
joined the two waiting at the gate to the Municipal Building complex.
- ---
They found Mayor Snyder's car a few minutes later.  What was left of him
was sprawled across the hood.  All of them looked at the gore with
surprisingly little emotion, surveying the desecretation done to his
remains.

"This ought to please the God immensely,"  Hecate observed. "The death of
Order in Sunnydale."

"How close is he?"  Xander asked, noticing now the the clouds gathering
over the town, blocking out the moon.

"Close.  I don't know if we can stop it now.  Just a few more deaths."
Hecate said, striding over to a manhole cover.  "This will take us into the
tunnels?"

Angel nodded, reaching down and ripping it out of the ground.

Hecate turned to Willow and Xander.  "This is where we part company,
children.  We two to the Hellmouth;  you two to find the Prince of the
Autopsy.  You have my blessing for what it's worth.  Perhaps we will see
each other again."

"Perhaps,"  Willow said, embracing the other woman, then hugging Angel
tightly.  "Thank you," she whispered to him.

"Buffy would've wanted it,"  Angel whispered back.  She nodded and smiled
as the two other immortals disappeared into the manhole.

Willow turned to Xander.  "When we meet Scapino, you stay back.  You saw
what he did to Snyder.  If it looks like I'm losing, you run.  Don't try to
help me.  Promise."

Xander nodded, then grinned in his winningly loopy way.  "I promise.  I'm
not worried, though.  I'm with Willow, Warrior Princess."

She laughed in spite of the dread she felt in the pit of her stomach.

"Just like old times, huh?" he asked, smiling broadly.

"Just like old times," she agreed.

"Boy, that really sucks," he said, his smile fading.

With a resigned sigh, she lead him down into darkness.
- ----
End Part 11

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