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From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (Buffyfic-digest)
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Subject: Buffyfic-digest V2 #15
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Buffyfic-digest Friday, January 23 1998 Volume 02 : Number 015
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Dust (1/1) by:Rebecca Carefoot
Re: BUFFYFIC: Pleasant Dreams (10/?) by Kimela
BUFFYFIC: Slayer be Slain (minor spoilers for surprise and innocence)
BUFFYFIC: The Lesson
BUFFYFIC: Possible Spoiler/Oz's Intro (1/1) by Amys Moiriarti
BUFFYFIC: Descent Into Madness
BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (4/?) by Ingrid
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Date: Thu, 22 Jan 1998 23:12:54 EST
From: Lady RHood <LadyRHood@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Dust (1/1) by:Rebecca Carefoot
TITLE: Dust
AUTHOR:Rebecca Carefoot
E-MAIL: LadyRHood@aol.com
RATING: G/PG
FEEDBACK: the more the merrier.
CONTENT: Angel/Buffy romance.
SPOILERS: Innocence
SUMMARY: This was inspired by the scene in Innocence where Buffy has a dream
of Angel in the sunlight. Which leads me to believe that Angel's soul is
still out there. Trying to help. This assumes Angel's soul is nearby..and it
is his thoughts.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Angel or Buffy or the events of Innocence. Joss
Whedon and the WB do.
Dust
by:Rebecca Carefoot
Here I am.
Not sure where here is exactly.
Not really sure of much. Except that the pain is gone and I am separate. I
am as I was before the curse. Out of body. Just me. My soul. Floating.
The touch of her skin against mine wasn't what did it. The brush of her lips
against mine. The salty sweat that covered her body, the feel of her hands on
me, the soft moans. None of that was what did it.
Because as much as I enjoyed the sex. That wasn't what made me happy. Her
body naked and vulnerable in my arms; it wasn't what broke the curse. Ok, so
it was part of it. But the physical wasn't what made this happen. It was
what the act symbolized. Because as I held her naked body in my arms, and I
felt her move under me, I knew that she did love me.
I knew how much trust she had in me. For the Slayer to make herself utterly
vulnerable to a vampire. Well that takes faith. It takes friendship. It
takes loyalty. And most of all it takes love.
Do you have any idea how long it's been since anyone has trusted me that way?
Trusted me in a way that I don't even trust myself. Loved me in a way that I
cannot love myself. Well, the real truth is no one has ever loved me that
way.
And the two of us, with nothing between our naked bodies. Well that's when I
really and truly understood that I don't have to be alone anymore. That she
loves me, as deeply as I love her. And that's when I felt for the first time
in eighty years, completely happy.
And she fell asleep next to me when the two of us had spent our passion. Her
tiny body curled next to mine. Her head resting against my shoulder. To see
her so peaceful. So beautiful. It broke my heart, but it filled me with
happiness at the same time. And I fell asleep too. Secure. Content.
Until the pain started. Until I felt myself being sucked away. I could have
gone gentle I suppose. But I'm stubborn, always have been. And knowing what
would happen if I lost was enough to make me fight it.
I tried to get away from her, to put some distance between her and the demon.
But the pain just kept getting worse. Until I couldn't stand, I couldn't
move. All I could do was gasp her name. And that was the only thing that
helped me hold out as long as I did. Because the pain was unbearable. I was
being torn, ripped, shredded, mangled.
And then I felt my grip slip and I was floating. No more pain, no more body.
No more Angel.
Only I'm still here. I can see it all as it happens. And I stand by and
watch as the demon that speaks with my voice berates her. I stand by and
watch as the demon that sees with my eyes, tries to bring her as much pain as
he can before he kills her. And I cry, though I have no tears.
I cry because I am stuck here. Floating. And there is nothing I can do. I
want to reach out and touch her. Gently kiss her and tell her it will be all
right. But it is not all right. It can never be all right ever again.
Because that trust. That love that she had for me. I can see it dying as I
watch her. I can see her cutting herself away from it. Because she knows
what she has to do.
I know too. And I understand. And I cheer her on silently. But a part of me
dies when I see the hate in her eyes. The hate that slowly replces the love
under Angelus' onslaught.
Selfish me, to wish that I could return to her. Selfish. For a part of me
hopes she can't kill him.
But that's crazy. And I know it. So I watch and wait. As her eyes grow
colder. As the mental knife that Angelus weilds twists deeper into her heart.
I see everything. And I can do nothing.
I take it back. I can do one thing. I can continue to love her. With all of
me. And I stand by. A ridiculous gaurdian that can do nothing but watch. And
love. And dare I say hope?
I cannot help it. I still hope for a miracle. I pray that somehow I will be
able to return to her. But this is me being selfish again. After what the
demon has done, how can we ever be together?
Things can never be the same again. And even if by some miracle I were able
to regain my body, I know we can never be together again. Not the way we
were. I don't think that she can forgive me. I know I cannot forgive myself.
I don't think she could trust me. I don't think she can love me. And if her
love for me dies. I die. Forever. No more floating soul. No more waiting
and watching. Just dust and ashes. That's all I'm worth without her.
She still wears the ring. Although she sometimes takes it off now. Longer
and longer each time. She is getting stronger, and I know that soon she will
be able to take the final step and put that stake through his...my...chest.
Then everything will disappear. And it will be a relief.
But I will miss her. I try to tell her sometimes...that I still love her.
That I'm sorry. I don't know if she hears me. I like to think sometimes that
she does. I like to think that when I talk to her at night, she listens.
That somehow my thoughts gain access to her dreams. I hope she understands.
It wasn't her fault. It was mine. All she did was make me happy. All she
did was give me what I wanted..love. All she did was have the courage to care
for me. And she made me happier than I have ever been in my life. Selfish
me. Because I wouldn't trade it. Even though I see what came of it all.
And for a moment I was no longer lonly. Too bad it had to end up this way.
Too bad there isn't some way to kill the demon and reinstate me as sole < heh,
soul > owner of my body. But it's useless to torment myself with
possibilities that do not exist. I see the pain in her eyes and I know it has
to end. And it can only end one way. Selfish me. Because I will regret
dying. I will regret the fact that this time I will not even be able to
watch. I will lose her.
But the better part of me. The part that loves her more than myself. That
part welcomes the end. An end to her pain and mine. And all that will be
left of our love will be dust and memories. Selfish me, to hope that she
holds on to the memories when I am dust.
So I'm waiting. Floating. Holding onto her. Clinging to the love she still
has for me. Watching that love slowly fade. Until finally...the end. Dust.
I wonder how long this will last. And I float.
the end
- -
------------------------------
Date: Fri, 23 Jan 1998 00:30:48 EST
From: NuPhalanx <NuPhalanx@aol.com>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Pleasant Dreams (10/?) by Kimela
Hello!
This is going quite well! I find it to be an original idea. Will he trust
himself and listen to Willow? Or will he let his fears take over?
cordially,
Mike Z.
- -
------------------------------
Date: Fri, 23 Jan 1998 01:10:22 -0800
From: Angel's Lover <lfox@continuum.org>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Slayer be Slain (minor spoilers for surprise and innocence)
Okay, for those of you who read Slay or be Slain, I thank you and wish
to tell you that these two stories are in no way connected. This one's
title, tho lame and done god knows how many times, just came to me out
of the last one so here it is. As for disclaimers, standard ones apply,
the characters belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy... no money comes my way,
and no copywright infringement was intended. Plot? Um.. not really..
just a show down between Buffy and Angel. I apologize for the language
they use (no swearing.. just insults) but I was in that frame of mind.
Please forward all comments to Lea at either lfox@continuum.org or
angels_lover@hotmail.com . Thanks!
____________________
Slayer Be Slain
She ducked behind a gravestone, silently trying to move behind him
before Angelus had the chance to notice her. Her ex-boyfriend was
busily sipping the blood from the neck of some poor, unfortunate soul.
Buffy could tell even from this distance that there was no chance to
save this victim, but the moment she had been waiting for had arrived.
This was her ultimate chance to kill Angelus once and for all.
The body of the now drained teenager dropped to the damp earth with a
sickly thud, and Angel drew the back of his hand across his mouth. He
grinned in the darkness.
"Do you really think that gravestone can hide you, Buffy? I know
you're there... I can smell ya!"
She stood to her feet as he turned to face her. She scowled, "Could
you be any yuckier?"
"Just wait until I sink my teeth into your soft neck, lover. You will
find greater pleasure in my feeding than you did in my arms."
She sighed, "Apparently, so."
"Is this where it is to be, Buffy? In the graveyard? Where no one but
the dead can hear your screams?"
She shrugged, "At least you'll be among friends." She reached into her
bag. "Ashes to ashes, Angel," and pulled forth a stake, "Dust to dust."
With a growl he leaped forward, his arms outstretched for her neck.
She ducked to the ground, her fist striking upwards, connecting with his
solar plexus. He gave a loud grunt and fell to the ground.
She gave a sarcastic pout, "Awww.. did the big bad vampire fall down go
boom?"
He smiled up at her and licked his fangs, "Why don't you come down here
and I'll give you something to remember me by."
She scowled, "So over that minor detail!"
He snarled and lunged upwards, catching Buffy by the shoulder and
sending her reeling into a solid gravestone. Pain shot through her, but
she shoved it aside and stood.
"Stick with me, baby, and you'll see stars!" He leapt at her again, his
fists connecting with her stomach, spinning and allowing his foot to cut
across her jaw.
She counteracted easily, bringing him to his knees with a short cut to
the legs, landing a highly motivated punch upon his nose. The vampire
was flipped head over heels to land spread eagled upon his back. In
seconds she was upon him, knees straddling his waist as she reached for
her stake.
He smiled, coldly. "Gee... this seems familiar." A lightening quick
movement had him twisting their bodies so that Buffy was trapped beneath
him. His grinned widened. "Yep, something's definately coming back to
me now."
"Yeah, well, keep it where it is." Buffy clawed her nails across his
face and neck, causing him to pull back in momentary pain. She grinned
suddenly, "Hey, lover, remember this?!" Her knee came up solidly between
his legs, causing the vampire to howl in agony. He rolled off of her
and curled into a ball.
Buffy leapt to her feet, but too soon Angel had recovered. As she bent
to recover her stake, his arms wrapped around her, one encircling her
neck, choking off her breath, the other encircling her waist, drawing
her firmly against him. Buffy was solidly pinned by the great strength
of Angel's arms; she felt his hot breath against her neck.
His teeth grated against the tender flesh of her throat, and Buffy knew
instinctively that she was going to die. The fight ebbed out of her
bones, and for the first time in weeks she allowed herself to feel the
heartache that she had been surpressing. Perhaps death wouldn't be so
bad, she thought to herself, there would be no pain, no hurt, and best
of all, no memories. She closed her eyes and groaned deeply as Angel's
teeth sank into her neck. Her awareness of his feeding didn't last
long, however, as all sensation slowly began to fade from her mind. As
her blood poured into his mouth, her life poured forth from her, and
death over took her body.
A long period of darkness followed... how long she did not know.
Confusion swept over her as faded images of her life ebbed closer to her
reality and then away once more. There was no pain.. no hurt, only
overwhelming joy and the irresistable urge to feed. Soon she opened her
eyes.
Angel stood above her; she was in a dark building hidden deeply away
from the sunlight. Spike and Drusilla stood nearby. Drusilla moved
slowly to her side, and lowered her lips to Buffy's forehead.
"Welcome," she whispered, "I've always wanted a sister!" She giggled
wildly, spun in a slow circle, and then moved back to sit across Spike's
lap.
Angel held out his hand to Buffy, pulling her gently to her feet,
enfolding her into his arms. He smiled down at her.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Slowly she ran her tongue across her newly sharpened teeth, reveling in
the feel of the new contours of her body. She grinned up into the eyes
of the demon she would eternally "love". She pulled him into a deep
kiss before backing away, spinning in a circle of delight. She laughed
aloud; a long, cruel sound as she rejoiced in her new life.
"Better, my love... oh so much better!" She pulled him back to her and
together they danced slowly across the warehouse floor. Playfully she
nipped his ear before whispering, "Now, show me the stars!"
The End!
- -
------------------------------
Date: Fri, 23 Jan 1998 02:04:47 -0800
From: Angel's Lover <lfox@continuum.org>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Lesson
Okay.. y'all are going to have to forgive me this one.. It was late, I
was tired, and only just got around to seeing those pics of Anthony from
the Rocky Horror Show.... with those pics in mind.. I couldn't shake
this scene from my mind.. so this is what I ended up with. Now there is
no offence intended towards Anthony.. I'm sure he did an excellent job
with Frankie, this is just meant for comic relief. Standard disclaimers
apply.. the characters are Joss's and Mutant Enemy's... no money comes
my way, and no copywright infringement was intended. The Lion King
belongs to Disney, Emma belongs to Jane Austen and Emma Thompson, and
The Rocky Horror Picture Show belongs to who it belongs to.. Okay..
please forward all comments to Lea at either lfox@continuum.org or
angels_lover@hotmail.com . Thanks... and please remember.. I am insane!
_____________________
The Lesson
"Giles, you need to loosen up!" Buffy Summers sighed in frustration as
once again the Brittish librarian frowned at her plans to hang at the
Bronze with Willow and Xander. "I've said it before and I'll say it
again, I love you dearly... in a slayer/watcher sort of way, but
Giles... you need a life in a massive way."
Giles frowned at the teenager before him. "I'll have you know, young
lady, that I do indeed have a life... in keeping you out of trouble."
"Yeah, but Giles, that's not the kind of life I mean. You need to get
down, go dancing, drinking... just let go of higher reason for a night."
He nodded, "Undoubtedly the very night all hell breaks loose and you
get killed."
She rolled her eyes, "Morbid much?"
He sighed, "Buffy, you know as well as I that when one lives upon the
hellmouth relaxation is not a fathomable concept. I urge you to take
this lesson to heart, my dear. You spend far too much time partaking in
recreational events rather than improving upon your slaying skills. In
every generation there is a chosen one..."
"She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces
of darkness... yeah yeah yeah.. I get it already."
Xander pulled her away and Giles watched in curiosity as Buffy, Willow
and Xander conversed in whispers. Buffy finally nodded and grinned.
"Okay, Giles, I'll make you a deal."
He frowned, immediately suspicious. "What kind of... deal, persay?"
"You perform a routine in the teacher talent show that's coming up, and
I'll double my practice time."
He blinked, "Excuse me?"
Xander butt in, "The teach's are putting on a show for the students.
They do this every year in a thinly veiled attempt to make us believe
they're not totally uncool."
"What would I have to do?"
"Well," Willow began, "You have to choose a scene out of a popular
movie and act it out on stage."
His eyes lightened, "Any movie?"
Xander wagged his finger at him, "Uh uh. No Shakespeare, or.. or.. or
any other literary person... type... thingy. You have to choose a
meaningless flick."
Buffy nodded, "If I'm gonna kill whatever is left of my already non
existant social life, it had better be worth it."
Giles sat for a moment, running the pros and cons through his
analytical mind. He'd been trying to get Buffy to up her practice
schedule for over a year... this chance couldn't be passed up. A slow
smile spread across his face. Perhaps he could even use this to teach
these cocky teenagers a lesson. Finally he nodded.
"Fine. You have yourselves a deal."
The teens stared at him in shock for a moment, then cheered. Xander
clapped Giles on the back. "Giles, my man, for the first time in my
high school career, I'm looking forward to the freak show!"
Giles scowled and ushered the kids out of the library. "Now go home.
Buffy, you're on patrol tonight."
She nodded, "Yeah yeah, sacred duty, I'm there."
The door swung shut, and Giles was left alone. He strode over to his
desk and began scanning the pages of the phone book. His fingers came
to rest upon the phone number of an Adult clothing store. He smiled.
******************
Two nights later Buffy was wandering the streets of Sunnydale after
having spent several hours at the cemetary. It was late, but as she
passed the highschool loud music caught her attention. She couldn't
quite place the song, for though it was familiar, she couldn't hear the
lyrics.
A shadow danced in front of the library window. Her eyes widened.
What Giles was up to she had no clue, but she could have sworn he was
wearing.... nah... she must just be tired... really.... really....
really tired. Exhausted even... delusional... perhaps she was already
chained up in an asylum and this was just a drug induced nightmare.
Yeah.. that was it.
Blinking furiously, Buffy turned on her heel and bolted for home.
******************
The day had finally come for the performance. Xander, Buffy and Willow
secured front row seats.. not that that had been much of a feat... the
rest of the students dragged slowly into the auditorium. They sat down
and eagerly awaited Giles's turn.
The first scene was by their english teacher; it was a clip from the
recently released Austin movie, Emma. They sighed.
Xander whispered to Buffy, "What do you think he'll do? Something lame
probably."
Willow nodded, "Way lame."
Buffy only shrugged, unwilling to admit to what she had seen a week
earlier.
Xander blinked as two more teachers stepped on stage; he almost snorted
with laughter. "Tell me they're not doing the Lion King?" The music
began and he groaned, "The Lion King??!!!"
A half an hour passed, then principal Schneider came on stage. As he
began his version of Hamlet's solilique all the students groaned.
"Does this breathe lameness or is it just me?" Buffy sighed.
Willow nodded, "Breathing it most definately is."
Finally Giles was announced. Buffy, Willow and Xander straightened
with excitement as a platform began lowering from the roof of the
stage. A tapping foot could be heard beating in time with the slowly
starting music. At long last the platform hit the stage and Giles
stepped out.
Buffy and Willow's jaws hit the ground in shock, and Xander blinked so
rapidly his head began to spin. As the rest of the student body roared
in laughter, Buffy groaned.
"I'm gonna owe him every free moment of the rest of my life!" She said
lowly before the absolute shock of Giles's performance drew her
attention back to the stage.
Giles was dressed in black leather. The top had leather straps, one
that slid down over his bare shoulder. The feminine garb cut straight,
so very low across his body that the top of his chest was completely
exposed. The leather "shirt" ran into a black leather skirt, cut so
short that the leather underwear he was sporting became visable once in
a while. Cutting lower, his legs were covered in black fish net
stockings, and as he danced his black high heeled shoes clicked on the
stage.
He sang loud and in perfect synch with the music of the cult song.
"I'm just a sweet transvestite, from transexual, transylvania.. ha ha.
I'm just a sweet transvestite," he winked at Buffy, "From transexual,"
he wiggled and writhed to the beat, "Transylvania!"
At long last his performance ended. The rest of the student body
hooted and hollared, cheering in appreciation for the comedic
intervention in an otherwise lamefull show.
Silently, with no expression beyond shock upon their faces, Buffy,
Xander and Willow, soon joined by an equally shocked Cordelia and Oz,
made their way back to the library. There Giles was back in his normal
tweed suit, the make up he had been sporting completely gone from his
image.
As they all kind of collapsed into the seats of the library, Giles
walked over and placed his hand on Buffy's shoulder.
"Yes, well then... shall we meet tonight? Say six o'clock?"
For the first time in her life, Buffy remained completely speechless.
All she could do was nod, and mourn the now complete death of her social
life.
The End!
- -
------------------------------
Date: Fri, 23 Jan 1998 02:22:56 EST
From: CalliScrlt <CalliScrlt@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Possible Spoiler/Oz's Intro (1/1) by Amys Moiriarti
Title: Oz's Intro
Author: Amys Moiriarti
Email: CalliScrlt@aol.com (all comments and replies are welcome! I'd love
to hear everything!)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Feedback: As afore mentioned, I'd love some!
Content: Oz's view of the world.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story. They
are all the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB network. No
copyright infringement is intended.
Hi, ya'll. This is my first fanfic on this list, a little tribute to my man
Oz. Now, if all of you guys haven't heard the Oz rumors going on, this story
accepts it to be true (I have to wait for 'Phases' to be completely sure.)
Anyway, here goes nothing!
*****************************************************************************
The night was warm, but not surprisingly so, because Southern California
nights are warmer than others. But tonight wasnÆt like other nights. Tonight
was a night for people to be wary, to stay indoors and catch up on their
reading. But for some, it was a night to go out. These are the true
creatures of the night, those that feel in their blood the howl of the wolves
and the growl of sinister forcesà and go to join them.
You wouldnÆt know it to see him, but the boy out walking on a night like
this was one such creature. The only true clue to this is the pale complexion
of his skin, a beacon in the darkness. He was of just below average height,
weight, and build, and his over-abundance of hair looked a bit like it was
trying to make up for that. It was afore mentioned that this particular night
was one for sinister forces, but the boy wasnÆt scared. In fact, he was
fairly confident in the fact that he was invincible, which he didnÆt really
mean to be. His manner just suggested it so firmly that it convinced everyone
around, even himself, of his inner strength. And woe to the person that tried
anything. He was dressed in typical Generation Xer fashion; wide-leg jeans, a
flannel, and an old Led Zeppelin T-shirt from times long ago. He was proud of
that T-shirt. HeÆd gotten it at a thrift store, from a guy that maintained it
was worn by Jerry Garcia. Of course, Oz didnÆt believe a word of it, but it
was cool to tell your friends that if you sniffed really hard, you could still
smell the pot.
Yes, that really is this particular boyÆs name. Oz. Short for Oswald.
But of course, no one ever called him that. He had annoyingly clever people
who called him æOzzy!Æ and then proceeded to sing bad eighties songs at him,
and there were even people who called him æLee Harvey.Æ When he didnÆt laugh,
they would elbow him and ask him if he had gotten the joke. Usually to which
he would reply æNo.Æ Then theyÆd try to explain, get frustrated, and wander
off. It was a good method for getting rid of people, to act like a brick
wall. Plus, being thought of as a druggie by people helped rationalize in
their minds his reasons for playing in a band and not ægettingÆ anything they
said. But despite all his faults, he still had friends. They just called him
Oz, or, on occasion, Oz man. He didnÆt know where they got the man part from,
but it was, on the whole, not a bad name, so he let it slide.
Humming æA Momentary Lapse of ReasonÆ by Pink Floyd, he walked across the
park jogging trail, unused at night by joggers, mostly because all of them had
disappeared. In any normal circumstance, Oz would have noticed the two
shadows that followed him, but as IÆve mentioned before, this was no ordinary
night. Especially not for Oz. He had seen her again.
Her. Her name was Willow Rosenberg, and Oz thought that she was the most
beautiful, wonderful person he had ever met. It was strange, he thought, that
he had fallen so hard for a girl, but nonetheless, it had happened. He
remembered the first night he had ever seen her perfectly. It was the night
of his bandÆs first gig at the local club, the Bronze.
*****
Oz had been tired that night, mostly from fending off idiotic girls. You
see, Oz knew he wasnÆt as handsome as the bandÆs lead singer, Devon. But most
girls thought that Devon was out of their league, so why not try for the lead
guitarist? He practically had to fight them off with a stick, which was
always difficult, since he was in actuality, rather shy and soft spoken.
Whereas DevonÆs dance card was full, Oz didnÆt even have a concept of what one
was. The only two dates he had ever agreed to had gone egregiously wrong, and
had both ended up with him suffering bodily injury. On the three others he
was æset upÆ for, he had been cornered with DevonÆs left-overs, which meant
frightening nymphettes who couldnÆt stop both applying makeup and trying to
apply it onto you through mouth contact. That would have been a plus, if he
had been Devon, but it seemed justà well, Odd to him to try to make it with
someone you didnÆt even know.
So he had sworn off women for the time being. Devon, who was, despite
his terrible taste in clothes that made him look like a Bono impersonator, his
terrible taste in girls who bought makeup by the pound, and his refusal to
sing to any of the metal songs Oz had written, his best friend, thought it was
the strangest thing on Earth, but Oz just laughed it off. Truth be told, he
was waiting for Ms. Right. The perfect girl. "She canÆt wear too much
makeup, she wonÆt be obsessed with the band, she wonÆt shriek when she talksà"
Devon had just raised an eyebrow at him. "Oz, lower your standards, man.
There are plenty of girls that are out thereà and -Willing-, if you know what
I mean." He had nodded. Oz never expected Devon to understand things like
that. He was about as deep as a puddle after light rainfall. What he had
often asked himself was if there was a girl out there who was honest, and
kind, and sweet, and pretty, and smartà and who wouldnÆt mind having a
boyfriend who played in a band and wore black nail polish.
It was cultural exchange day, and everyone at the Bronze was laughing,
dancing, and having a good old time. It was just reaching the end of their
first set, when Oz sawà her. All the other girls had dressed up in little
slinky outfits, and were ambling about the room with blank looks on their
faces, but àher. The girl had dressed up in a big, furry parka, and was
holding a harpoon. Oz had almost burst out laughing right in the middle of
one of their songs that was about some guy or another who was dying. Some
girl, not interested in how she would look, had come as an Eskimo, of all
things! All through the next two songs, he watched her. She was alone,
apparently, and he could tell she was lonely by the way she kept glancing
around. But when she looked towards the stage, Oz saw just how pretty she
was, even engulfed in the huge Eskimo outfit. And talk about a display of
originality. Right then and there, he made up his mind. He would go talk to
her. Just as soon as the song was over. Before Devon had even finished
crooning the last note, he had unstrapped his guitar and was walking down the
steps. Unfortunately, he was blind-sided by some makeup caked groupie, and
just for a moment, heÆd thought heÆd lost track of her. But no, there she
was. He took a deep breath, put out his hand-- And she ran off with some
other girl. If heÆd only had five more seconds. If Devon had only been
faster with his stupid vocalizing. Fate can be cruel sometimes.
*****
It would have been grossly inaccurate to describe Oz as æhaving a crushÆ.
From day one, some inner voice told him that it wasnÆt just a crush. No, this
was an Obsession, bordering on insanity. Soon, he found himself looking
around whenever he had nothing else to do, to see if she were somewhere
nearby. But the most incredibly disturbing thing about it was that he
couldnÆt find out who she was. He always seemed to just miss her, catch her
running off somewhere, and he couldnÆt very well go up to the school registrar
and say, "Hello, IÆve almost become a full-fledged stalker, do you think you
could give me a list of all the red-haired girls in the school?" Even Devon,
in his infinite wisdom, hadnÆt known. Oz really didnÆt mind that. If Devon
had known who she was, he probably would already have rated her on his
romantic scale and written her name down in his little black book, which was
something Oz couldnÆt even bear to think of.
But things were not the same as they once were. Oz had even taken a
bullet for Willow, which, truthfully, he had deemed very well worth the cast.
Besides, a lead guitarist needs a few good scars. He talked to her whenever
he had a chance. He made sure not to follow her around like a puppy, but he
tried to appear as a friend. And Willow seemed to like him.
The shadows following Oz seemed to get closer, but he still was very
unaware of them. Right now, he was thinking about Xander. Xander Harris, his
foil, if you will. Taller, darker haired, and much louder was HarrisÆ thing.
Oz hated him with a fiery passion. Mostly because he and Willow had been
friends since practically birth. Every time Oz got three seconds with Willow,
around the corner came charging Xander. Oz really wanted to hit him
sometimes, and usually had to fight to control himself.
But now, the short, average Generation Xer was fast becoming aware of two
extra sets of footsteps behind him. He speeded up slightly. They matched.
He went even faster. They matched. Oz swore under his breath, planted one
foot down firmly in the dirt and wheeled around.
The two vampires, one male, one female, hissed at him through open jaws.
They hesitated for a moment, as they watched Oz stand there.
Oz Man looked up at the bright, full moon, and turned his eyes back onto
the vampires. "Boy, did you guys pick the wrong day."
To the casual observer, it would be too dark to see much of anything. But to
anyone would maybe just happened to witness anything, the boy who seemed
unassuming and non-aggressive seemed to both grow in stature and maybe, just
maybeà get a little bit hairier.
The female vampire took a step back.
*****
Screams shook the trees for a mile around, and the Unsinkable Buffy Summers
heard them. She looked up from the vampire she had just slain (who was,
incidentally, also following the two attacking Oz, butà slow and steady
doesnÆt always win the race) and pulled another stake from her bag. Jogging
along the old trail, she ran head-on into a female vampire, sprayed with drops
of blood.
Buffy, or, as she was commonly known in the vampiric world, the Vampire
Slayer, never bothered asking questions, and immediately drove the wooden
stake home. The demon exploded in a flash of ashes, which was really quite
pretty in the moonlight. Jogging further down the trail, she tried to
pinpoint the attack, and discovered to her surprise, that there wasnÆt much of
anything happening there. Wait. Over thereà A body lay haphazardly out of
some bushes. Buffy adjusted her bag and her Baby Tee, boots moving almost
noiselessly over the ground. It was a male vampire, ripped open in what
appeared to be several different places. The blood gurgled out, spreading
over the dirt in a crimson stain. Half out of revulsion, and half out of
pity, Buffy Summers drove the stake intoàwhere itÆs heart should have been,
sending the dying (well, you know what I mean) vampire out of itÆs misery.
Suddenly, the park seemed much too quiet. The crickets were even hushed, and
the air was completely still. Holding the wooden stake ready, Buffy turned in
a full circle. She couldnÆt see anything thereà yet she knew that it wasnÆt
the lady vamp that had slashed her latest kill to oblivion. Backing out of
the clearing, Buffy Summers made her way home. Maybe she could trick whatever
it was into attacking her.
*****
Silence. Nothing moved in the clearing, save the fresh blood still seeping
into the ground.
A few minutes passed.
Soundlessly, Oz hopped down from the tree, frowning. He wondered who the girl
was, and I donÆt mean that in a good way. While Buffy stumbled home, Oz could
see quite clearly in the dark, and once again, he swore.
HeÆd never get the blood out of his shirt.
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Date: Fri, 23 Jan 1998 11:12:28 -0800
From: conmoon@cruzio.com (Connie)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Descent Into Madness
Title: Descent Into Madness [1/1]
Author: Connie Somerville Kotkin
E-mail: conmoon@cruzio.com
Disclaimer: Buffy, Angel, Willow, Jenny, and all other mentioned
characters, except for Angelica, belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy and the WB
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: Anyone who wants it, just let me know.
Feedback: Please. I love getting e-mail.
Spoilers: Innocence/Surprises
Summary: Buffy/Angel romance (kind of) and lots of Angst. This takes place
a couple of months after the episodes.
Author's Note: This is my way of dealing with these two episodes. I have
never cried as much as I did watching 'Surprises'. So to clear my mind for
my Calculus final yesterday (which I did so-so on) I wrote this. I wish for
a good end to all of this with the old Angel back, (even though I think the
bad Angel is cool) and Buffy and Angel a couple once more. I have to write
out the worse case scenario for how this could all end to make myself feel
better though. So here is my version of how bad things can be. Tell me if
you want me to write more, I have a sequel in mind but I need to work on
"Changes."
Descent Into Madness
Open that door
The time remaining is drawn in
Open your eyes
Look straight ahead
Give me one last kiss
Before you walk out
Truly
The wind
Breaks off, the way
My heart is held back
Our paths split off
Fate decided by the stars
The one you chose
The white route
The looming future
Don't get lost
The sea stretches
The wind blows
It's a bit cold
But you run away
You are the one
Do not forget
Who I love the most
Even though it is hard
I see from here
The desert sunrise
She stood, looking down on the blood and ash that covered her. She
dropped her stake and fell on the ground, tears falling unnoticed from her
eyes. She touched the pile in front of her and collapsed next to it, she
could not do this again. It was too many, and she was nearing her last
straw.
She was afraid, very afraid. His plan was working. She could feel
herself losing control, feel the sanity leaving her body. All of her
friends and loved ones she was forced to kill were bringing her closer and
closer to the edge. Anything else would push her over and then he would
have what he wanted.
She expected it to happen soon. Every day, she waited for him to do
the one thing that would make her lose herself. Every moment, she was
waiting for him to come and claim her as his. If he did, she knew she would
do anything to make the agony end and to be with him again. Anything. Even
give herself up.
She heard footsteps approach and jumped up. She saw her friends
come near, those that were left.
"Buffy, are you all right?" the concerned voice of Jenny asked.
She shook her head. "I - I can't do this anymore Jenny. I can't
take it. I should have killed him when I had the chance!" she yelled as she
threw herself into Jenny's arms.
"I am so sorry Buffy. If I had known this was going to happen I
would have thought of something to prevent it." Jenny cried as she looked
at the spot where Buffy had laid. They were silent a moment while Jenny
tried to pull herself together. She had to be strong for them all,
especially for Buffy. "We have to get away before the others come. We can't
afford to let Angel see you like this. Willow, come on, let's take her to
your house."
Willow walked over, and together they helped Buffy up and took her
to the car. Jenny took one last look at the place where Giles had died and
closed the car door behind Buffy.
*********
After putting Buffy to sleep on her bed, Willow closed the door to
her room and went to speak with Jenny.
"How are you taking this Willow? I know it has not been real easy
on you either."
"I don't know how I feel. I am just numb inside, that is the only
way I can deal with all of this." She looked around her. "How did this
happen? Why did it happen?"
"My people wanted vengeance for the deaths Angelus caused, so they
gave him the curse. But from what I have been able to gather, it was not
the way it should have been. Something went wrong, though I have not been
able to find out what." She paced the room in frustration. "And yet from
what Giles said, this is not the Angelus of old. Something has changed and
I think he still cares for Buffy and that is why he is doing the things he
has done."
"You mean he has killed everyone close to her out of his love for
her? I can't believe that."
"But it is so true," a laughing voice intruded. Willow and Jenny
jumped and turned to look at him. "I love Buffy, so you know, I really
can't live without her and I don't intend to," he laughed.
"What are you doing here?" Willow screamed.
"Never let a vampire into your house Willow, you never know when
they might turn on you. As to why I am here, I am here to finish the job
and take what belongs to me. You two are the only ones she has left since
she killed all the other ones. Once I get rid of you there will be no one
left, and Buffy and I can live happily ever after." He stepped closer to
them his game face in place. "Shall we begin then?"
****************
Open that window
The time of yours
Is beginning
Close your eyes
I wanted you to
One last night kiss
Remember it
************
She stirred on the bed. She could feel him near and knew what was
to come. She opened her eyes and saw Jenny's lifeless body spread
throughout the room. She felt the madness bubbling within her as she got
out of the blood soaked bed and walked on the parts of her friend between
the bed to the door.
She knew what she would see when she if she opened the door. She
had a choice now, a distant part of her brain could acknowledge. She could
leave and die intact by her won hand, or she could open the door and face
what was to come. She looked at the wall over the bed. He had left a
message for her: I love you Buffy,and there is still one more present for
you. She knew that she did not have a choice, she had already lost a lot of
who she had been. She knew that soon, Buffy Summers, Vampire Slayer, would
no longer exist. She opened the door.
He was standing there, staring at the door and he smiled when he
saw her. "Hello Buffy, how are you feeling? Did you like my present?"
She stared at him. He was holding a bloody Willow in his hands. She
looked in her pain fogged eyes and saw the hope that came into her eyes
when she saw her. Willow thought she could help her, thought that she was
still the Buffy she had first met. The one who risked everything to save a
potential friend. She thought that she could kill Angel for her when she
could not do it for Cordelia, Oz, Giles, Xander, and even her own mother.
That was the last straw, the dam broke and all of the things that she had
held inside of her since her 17th birthday broke free. It overwhelmed her
and the madness she had held at bay for months griped her and she laughed.
She saw the fear that entered Willow's eyes and laughed harder. "I
can't help you Willow, I never could. I am sorry but that is the way it is.
How can I hope to help you when I can't help myself? When I don't want to
help myself. From the moment I met Angel, I was lost."
"I am sorry Willow, it looks like your friend does not want to help
you." He threw her on the floor and walked towards the still laughing
Buffy. "Well my dear it seems like you are ready for the next step. What do
you say, do you want to play with me?" He grabbed her face and stared into
her eyes.
She nodded her head as he smiled at her and lowered his teeth to
her neck.
The last thought that Buffy Summers had before she left was that
she never had a chance. She should have taken the first opportunity to kill
Angel that she had. But she knew that she now knew that her first meeting
with Angel had led up to this. As the last of her humanity vanished she
smiled. At least she would get to be with her Angel soon, and nothing would
ever part them again.
*****************
Buffy Summers died that day, but Angelica was born. Her first act
as a vampire was to take the life of one Willow Rosenburg. Willow meet
death in shock over what had happened to her friend. She was glad she was
dying though, for she feared to see what would happen to the world with a
mad Slayer turned Vampire in it.
******************
Truly
The sky
Falls down, the way
My heart cries
Our paths separate
Fate decided by the stars
The one I chose
The blue route
The looming future
Don't forget it
The morning starts
The people move
It's a bit scary
But you walk away
I am the one
Do not forget
Who you love the most
Even though it hurts
I see from here
The desert sunrise
The song is the translated version of 'Route Venus' written by Naoko Takeuchi.
The end of Descent Into Madness
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Date: Fri, 23 Jan 1998 17:24:40 EST
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (4/?) by Ingrid
OK. First things firstà
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Buffy Sommers,
Angel, Xander, Willow, Cordy & 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.
Okay. This story takes place in an alternate Buffy universe. I
donÆt even want to talk about TuesdayÆs episode, so IÆm choosing
to ignore it. IÆll continue just as IÆve left off. This should be a nice
respite people who sighed and went back to the computer after
they saw the show on Monday/Tuesday. How icky.
If you donÆt get this, thatÆs 'cause you havenÆt read the other parts.
If you want to get this, ask me for them. As always, comments
are truly welcome. Oh, and having been up until five in the
morning last night (this morning!?!) completing an analysis of
King Lear, I may be a little Zonked out, so pardon any errors or
lapses in logic! Enjoy!
*******
"One VampireÆs Headacheà" Part the Fourth
*******
The wooden door was a whitish-beige, and rather
discreet. The building was concrete and quiet and plain. Nothing
was decorative, but nothing was messy. It was just a non-descript
building in a non-descript area that just happened to be home to
BuffyÆs favorite vampire.
Buffy knocked on the door hastily. Hanging around
outside AngelÆs apartment made her nervous. Almost every
time sheÆd been here, theyÆd been closing this same door
against monsters. Not tomorrow, though. Tomorrow was the day
of weakness. Buffy smiled. Did he know?
HeÆd said he wanted to see her in the light, and now he
could. It was more than a miracle. After a few moments, the door
creaked open, and she was confronted with a very sleepy-looking
Angel. His hair was disheveled, and he was rubbing his eyes as
he let the door open just a crack, careful not to let the sunlight touch
him. Buffy slipped inside.
"Hey."
"Hi. What are you doing here so early?"
"Huh?" Buffy looked at her watch: three-fifteen.
"I sleep during the day, remember? It may be afternoon for
you, but for me, itÆs the middle of the night."
"Oh. Sorry."
"ItÆs okay. Just pardon my appearance."
She kissed him gently. "Nothing *to* pardon," she murmured
close to his ear. Then her face straightened. "Angel?"
"hmm?"
"Have youàuhàbeen feeling strange lately?"
"What do you mean, Buffy?"
"What I mean is, does the demon seem weaker?"
"Now that you mention it, yes. IÆve been searching for an
explanation for it."
"Hey. I guess there are some things left that Giles has to
teach you."
"What did you find out?"
"Tomorrow is the day of weakness, or whatever that means.
Do you know about it?"
"What? The day of weakness? But there hasnÆt been one
for over three-hundred years."
"So youÆre saying this isnÆt an annual thing?"
"No. Not at all. It has to do with planetary orbits and the position
of the cosmos. In fact, the day of weakness is such a rare
phenomenon that most vampires have never heard of it."
"How did you hear about it?"
"Well, IÆm just old enough to have learned about it through the
mortals that lived through the last day of weakness."
"But youÆve never experienced it?"
"Buffy, IÆm only 242."
She couldnÆt stifle a grin, but forced a serious expression when
she had recovered.
"So. How much do you know?"
"Next to nothing. IÆve heard that the demon becomes weak and we
lose most of our strength as a result. The demon should be easier
for my soul to handle. Most vampires wonÆt want to feed. I was told
theyÆd feel a bit sick to their stomachs, actually."
"Did you know that you can see the sun?"
"What?"
****************
End, Part 4. "If you find it silly, just keep your mouth shut."
ûSarah the nerd.
Send any comments, compliments, and flames (if you must)
to Ingrid29@juno.com.
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